He knew his eyes were glowing, a signal from his demon-half. He couldn't suppress it. There were so many thoughts circling in his head right now. Desperately fighting to be the dominant issue that he needed to take care of. The way Uraraka was looking at him as though he had just killed Bakugo. Or the blood that painted the room. Bakugo was going into a blood-binge rampage. He never wanted to trap him in there. In the last two years although the blonde would never admit he had considered the two of them to be friends. Todoroki set the book onto the table. In the end, there wasn't a single thing he could've done for either of them.

"Todoroki? What's happening?" Her voice wavered; she didn't have to say it out loud. She was scared. For Katsuki. And of him. His parents had warned him growing up that humans would always be scared of him. At the end of the day, this was always the answer. Maybe he had brought her in out of spite after all. Maybe he didn't truly care for her, but a sense of pride was boasting in his chest and now his pride was screaming because they were losing the uphill battle.

The book rattled in his hand, likely Katsuki was too powerful for the dimension he was sealed in, he would have to keep the book by his side day in and out until he was able to help him. Her scent waded over him. Todoroki swallowed. He had forgotten about that. He had become so comfortable in her presence that he forgot that her scent presented herself as a literal meal to most creatures that roamed the night. The book refused to cease its rattling, Katsuki was desperately trying to keep himself from being entrapped. He would never hear the end of it when he finally let him out. Todoroki swallowed, his eyes lingering towards Uraraka, "Have you considered asking Tsuyu if you can stay with her for a while?"

Her eyebrows knitted together, "What's the matter?" The prison world's rattling drawing her attention, she swallowed, "Katsuki's in there?"

Todoroki nodded doing his best to suppress his own guilt, wishing that he could've managed to hide this scene to at the very least save Katsuki's dignity. He would likely carry that shame for months. Uraraka nodded, leaving the room and coming back with a bag. "He carried this with him to meet his parents." Her shaky hand reached for the light before deciding it was best that they left it off. Todoroki nodded taking the bag out of her hands, wondering what had been previously kept inside. Uraraka was back again, this time with a towel, and a mop bucket. He wasn't sure where she had discovered that in his maze of a home, but she had found it. At least the home itself had begun to accept her. Her voice was a soft whisper, "You need to move.", but he heard it. And the message was loud and clear. He needed to start working on saving Katsuki.

She paused as he glanced towards her, "Todoroki….did you give him human blood?"

There was a silence in the kitchen, "I didn't give him anything. You told me you two were leaving."

Uraraka's breath hitched, "Are you sure? But Katsuki's the one that went to find you and he said he did."

Todoroki's grip tightened on the bag, who had given him this? Who was powerful enough not only to get passed the Witch of the Forrest's barrier on the house, but to disguise themselves as Uraraka and himself without any of the residents of the household noticing? "We aren't safe here. We need to go." The words were bile in his mouth. He needed to stay here. The answer to helping Katsuki was probably still within the house. And likely whoever had broken in had this as their plan all along. They hadn't attacked any of the residents but made it impossible for Katsuki to move about and made a carefully plotted plan that they would have to be separated. He had been careful not to give Katsuki any human blood what-so-ever. He had been so careful, not even a bit. Todoroki's eyes moved towards the blood in the kitchen knowing his brain had already processed it. They were going in circles and he had a decision to make. He could either kick Uraraka out of the house or keep Katsuki trapped in the prison world. He took a breath, his mind wandering to Uraraka sleeping on the streets. He didn't want to see her like that ever again. But it wasn't safe for her here either, someone had broken in. But he could use her help digging through archives on how to help Katsuki. Todoroki took the cloth from her, "You shouldn't be touching any of this. I'm sorry you had to see this."

Uraraka nodded, glancing around, "Does this happen…often?" She had been living with them for a while, she knew this hadn't happened before, she was likely trying to fill the silence.

"It's the first time. I don't know who broke in or who snuck him actual human blood or why." The questions were driving him insane. They were practically infuriating him-Uraraka's hand landed on his shoulder.

"We'll figure it out. We need to help him."

He nodded. There was nothing else they could do but try. They couldn't afford to fail. Uraraka's hand stiffened on his shoulder, as she glanced towards the location his office was, slowly standing up and reaching for the nearest would-be-weapon, "What's the matter?" He didn't know what it was, but the presence she must've sensed finally waved over him, bristling his demon-half. Someone uninvited was in his territory. A cruel smile blossoming to his lips, a fool was in his library.

"This presence it's similar to Officer Jenkins…before, before his body was found in a ditch."

Todoroki nodded, his eyes lingering down towards the bracelet still around her wrist, "Take Katsuki," he slid the book into her hands making sure she was using enough pressure to keep the book closed, "Go hide. Ask the house to hide you, it should move."

Uraraka gave him a bemused and confused look but moved outside of the room, already running down the hallway that should've led to the back door, but turning at a new room that opened for her. Todoroki nodded watching the wall close, he probably should've told her that was a good sign and nothing to be frightened of. But he didn't have time, he needed to get to whoever was in the library. And show them what it meant to invade a demon's territory. Todoroki took a breath, summoning the amount of strength he could manage. This person must've known and had contact with whoever Uraraka's parents had hired. He still felt weak, but he wouldn't let them see that. He couldn't let them know. Todoroki grabbed the nearest weapon off the wall, dragging it down the floor neat the tile he had designed to making an incredibly loud screeching sound to accompany his footsteps. He slid the office door open, "I'm assuming you made an appointment correct?"

A woman in an office suit had herself placed on his desk, paging through one of his books and a fresh stack towering towards her knees on the floor, her purple hair cascaded down, and a look of displeasure was clearly painted on her face, as if he was the one to rudely interrupt her while she was reading. The woman scoffed turning the page, "Just getting rid of a little bit of a mess I left behind. You see my last shell left such a mess. You know possessing him was rough, he had such an undesirable quench for blood, but this one, this one's quite," She glanced up from her book, then back down to it as though it wasn't worth her time to pay her full attention to him, "Quiet. It leaves more room for clear thoughts, and one of those was why don't I clean up the trail I left behind? And what do you know, I wind up here. At the strongest demon in the area's house."

"You can't have him."

"I'm not looking for a him. I'm looking for a young college-aged woman. She seems to know more than she's letting on."

Todoroki felt himself bristle, if they wound up at his house and weren't looking for Katsuki-then Uraraka-"I'm sorry, you must've just missed her. The Witch of the Forrest doesn't get frequent visitors. She'll be quite displeased to hear it."

The woman nodded turning the page, "I'm sure," she turned another page before setting the book down and moving to the bookshelves, clearly ignoring the unnecessary sword he had brought with him, she pulled down three more books, "Since we're on the topic, how is that child I left with you?"

"There are no children in this household."

She slid herself back onto the desk, "Don't play dumb, we both know I mean Katsuki Bakugo."

"He hates you; he hates being a vampire and will probably kill you that minute he sees you, now get out you've overstayed your welcome."

The woman laughed, "I just told you I jumped bodies. Now can vampires do that? I'm not a vampire, honey." The woman leaned back on the desk, putting the book into her lap, "You know I did spend a couple of hundred years thinking I was a vampire too or at least some variety of a vampire." She glanced towards her nails, beginning to clean them, "Then one day I decided humans weren't enough. They never were, I was always so hungry. I feel like if there was the supposed embodiment of lust, I guess we're gluttony?" She set her heels down onto the floor sliding off of the desk, "Although you may be concerned about it, I haven't let that many of your victims out of the prison worlds, besides I'm sure most of them have served long enough sentences."

"You don't get to decide that-"

She shrugged, "I'm sure they've all served several life sentences. You know what the other's say," She took several steps closer to him. Todoroki glanced about the room, if he were to light this room up it would go up in flames he couldn't risk it, she was by his side whispering in his ear, "You're a softy and unfit to rule this forest." Her laughter reverberated about the house. "I mean you can't even protect one human. Speaking of which, I need to clean up my-our tracks. You know the law, it's okay to do what we want as long as we don't leave any witnesses behind."

"So, you're here for both of them."

"You know Katsuki doesn't count as a witness. Now hand the burnet over."

Todoroki glanced about the room, the house was magical, but the fact that it hadn't kicked this person out meant the house was probably considering this person to be from the same family as Katsuki due to their lineage. "If you're not a vampire what are you?" And that meant even if he lured them to the hallway the house still wouldn't take care of the problem. He would have to take care of the problem without trashing the house.

The woman laughed, "Wouldn't you like to know? Now, where is she before I start looking for her myself."

He took a breath, his fingers buzzing with his powers begging him to use them although he knew the house would burn, especially in this room. Whoever this person was it was likely they had been watched for a while. Likely they had been looking for Katsuki and after finding him had decided that they were going to either steal him back or kill him. Did whatever they were have the same circumstances of hierarchy as a vampire clan? He didn't want to know. "I'll have you know Katsuki is part of my pack."

"Ah, yes." The woman rolled her eyes, "Demons one of the most-greedy creatures on the planet. I'd say, but that's right after a human." The woman huffed looking at him, "I won't be so dumb to neglect how powerful emotions can be when you're both creatures that are the epitome of greed."

A small scoff came from him, "I only have two that are under my watch and you're a threat to both of them. It sounds like you have already made that mistake by even looking at them."

"And yet you haven't killed me yet, are you curious? You want to know what Katsuki is. Or I could be lying that I'm not a vampire and we're vampires in the first place. What is it you want to know?"

Todoroki took a breath, taking another step back as they willingly followed him towards the door, "I might be. I am in charge of the safety of all of the residents, that comes first. But remember I don't need you."

The woman laughed, "Or do you?"

Todoroki took a breath in, attempting not to let the anger bubble to the surface, he didn't want them to know they were winning. The air wafted in, the woman's scent lingering towards him. Human. The scent was oh, so very human, even more than Uraraka's scent. A silver lining glistened from behind the woman, Todoroki glanced up towards the corner of his eyes-Uraraka was in the center of the room tiptoeing towards the woman, with a knife that she had managed to find somewhere within the house. Todoroki glanced back towards the woman-dangerously close to him, one of the most feared creatures in the country-wearing a gigantic and triumphant smile. They weren't jumping bodies. They were possessing from a distance to hide themselves. The woman in front of him was innocent.

"Uraraka, no!" It was too late as he reached for her, Uraraka had already plunged the woman's back with the knife. The woman let out an uncannily unmistakable cough before collapsing to the ground, foam forming at the mouth the body twitching down and falling to the ground. Todoroki grabbed the body, sliding it the floor before letting it go and turning away to gag. There was something so unsettling about what had just happened. The body was dead. Likely, it had been dead before entering the house and that's why the house did not register the problem. Bile spread onto the floor.

Uraraka glanced towards him, "I'm sorry. I-I just couldn't do nothing and-"

He nodded, "It's okay, it's going to be okay."

"Maybe, maybe we can help them."

Todoroki shook his head, trying to pull her away from the body, she was too good-natured. That strike wasn't to kill, and the body died too fast. He didn't want her touching that thing, especially not after whatever sent it. Whoever was controlling it wasn't doing much with it, likely they had chosen their host by the fact that they thought they wouldn't attack it immediately and the fact that the human scent would throw them off. They had chosen the library because they knew his family was known for the fire abilities instead of his mother's ice. They had snuck in somehow tricking the three of them to look like each other and given Katsuki human blood. Something he couldn't handle. And it was all his fault. He had been too proud. He hadn't been careful enough to ask the Witch of the Forrest to reinstate the forcefields. They knew that he was weak. Uraraka's hands tightened on the sleeve he had around her. And they knew that they were capable of getting to Uraraka under the implications of the demon law in his forest. This was a carefully calculated plan. He had put them all in danger. Uraraka's hands tightened on his sleeve as he glanced down letting go, attempting to suppress the heat from rushing to his face.

Uraraka tightened her grip on his sleeve, "They had the answers. They know what happened to Katsuki, they know so much and what happened to his friend. What have I done?"

Todoroki let the urge to run his free hand through her hair take over, "Nothing wrong, nothing wrong." He whispered, swallowing, trying not to look at a likely innocent and unknowing by-stander on the floor. He would have to hunt down whoever had sullied her hands with such dirty work. Even if he knew the reason was the fact, he wasn't able to protect her. The reason that she had saved him. Was his fault and that he was too weak. And the enemy knew. The reason they had taken so long, sent a person that would be able to take their time was the fact that they were setting up to see if Katsuki and Uraraka were truly within this house. And if they'd be able to get in and out without a problem. They had done a basic demon trick. How it slipped by him, he was sure they would be laughing wherever they were about how much of a fool he was for not realizing the woman in front of him was possessed. And telling them how much he didn't know. "Uraraka? Where's Katsuki?"

"I hid him. The book calmed down after I hushed it a little bit and told it I'd be back."

"I'd hurry back to it, be careful not to let him out."

Uraraka nodded, before hurriedly leaving the room, not before he noticed her wiping her hands on her pants. Likely trying to remove the bloodstains that now covered her flesh.

Todoroki sighed, moving towards the body that laid on the floor, wondering who this woman was, or how long she had been dead before entering his home. Todoroki swallowed, rolling the body over and examining the neck. There were no bite marks. He wasn't sure if that relieved him or worried him. How did they do it? This person didn't leave the psychic traces of a demon. His hands lingered towards the books ready to page through each one to find his answers. He glanced towards the body. It wouldn't look good if he started researching while walking around a dead body that was still boiling up vomit and bile. But it was probably best if he didn't touch it. No. He needed to get rid of it.

Uraraka came back, the book in her hands, glancing towards the body, her voice shook and her hands tightened on the prison world Katsuki was sealed in likely thinking about handing the book over, "I guess I should clean that up."

"Don't."

She glanced towards him, "I did it. I'll take responsibility." Darkness painted her face; it was clear she never wanted to kill anyone. And it would be even harder to explain to her that Katsuki's killer was still out there and there was an innocent victim at their feet. Should he explain to her that they had minions? Or able to possess others? He didn't know the circumstances, nor did he want to freak her out, but he also didn't want to leave her defenseless.

"I'll take care of the body. Stay with Katsuki." He glanced down towards the book, "I didn't seal him properly he might be able to hear us still." The rattling of the book had stopped shaking. Katsuki must've finally settled down. It was an unlikely situation, but in Uraraka's hands, he was beginning to expect she was some sort of miracle. His eyes lingered towards the blood that covered her hands. She was a miracle he had tainted. He picked the woman up, shutting the door behind himself so she wouldn't see him drag the body down the hallway. Glancing up, he was thankful the house had at least appreciated the sentiment. He swallowed glancing towards the edges of the woods, lingering eyes blinking and waiting. He had typically dealt with the bodies of those who were too dangerous for prison-worlds or those he couldn't imprison by giving them to the scavengers of the forest, but this one didn't deserve such a situation after all they had probably been through. He sighed, shuffling away, from his mother he knew the proper human burial rituals. He couldn't give them much, but he could at least try. This person would've likely been through the same situation that Katsuki had been through.

Todoroki sighed, "Sorry, buddy, there's not much I can do for you." He made a couple snaps of his fingers unsure which religion wanted this, but there were at least some rights for someone, and no one would be able to find the body. "Hopefully in the next life, you'll be given enough blessings to make up for the hell you've been through." He snapped his fingers again, a fire illuminating his face, "Here's to us, hopefully, the future will be better for the both of us. And you'll be free in your next life." He lowered his fire to the body, watching it burst into flames. The body had crumbled to ashes in a disorientating short amount of time, whatever this person had done to the body it was something completely unsettling. He could feel the wind swish through his hair as the body had finally become nothing been the ashes of what it used to be. The wind cradled the ashes in the way he hoped this person would face tenderness in their next life before carrying them away.

Todoroki brushed himself off, staring at the stars that sparkled in the sky, quelling his bloodlust, knowing his hands would be stained red by the end of the week. Whoever had decided that murder was fun was about to learn who was in real control of this game. A prison world was too good for them. There would be no gentle fire. No, who had put them through this awful scenario, who had taken Katsuki's freedom, his sense of safety, and bloodied Uraraka's hands, they would suffer. This person had gotten away with too much on his territory for too long. Todoroki brushed his hair back, attempting to quell the bloodlust and rage that poured through his eyes, knowing that his blood was pumping with the desire to hunt. An ecstasy of a different kind was pulsing through his flesh. When he found this person, wherever they were, they were going to suffer.