Category: My Favorite One

Chapter 2

A young man sits at a desk, trying his hardest to do some important paper work, when he feels his arm start to burn. He looks up at the window, "Damn it! The sun light!" He stands up and within seconds he's at the open window, and closing it.

He pulls the curtains to with a sigh of relief. He examines his arm as it quickly heals.

"The advantage of being a vampyre, you're almost invincible. Disadvantage," he looks longingly at the window, his jet-black hair falling into his eyes, "Never being able to see the light of day again." He guides his dark cerulean eyes to the floor, and walks out of his study.

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::The next night::

He wakes up from a deep slumber. 'Time for my nightly routine.' He thought to himself, as he changed clothes.

He left the security of his home and was gone for more than 8 hours. When he finally came home, his clothing was wrinkled and there was fresh blood on the sleeves of his jacket and around his stern lips. He staggered to his front door, and picked up the post that he'd received the previous day, and then walked inside.

Once inside, he sat in the chair next to the fire, holding his letters. Well, more like 'letter'.

Breathing heavily, he read the envelope:

To: Mr. Chiba Mamoru

6662 W. St. Paul's St

Paris, France 85304

23, June 400

From: Furuhata Motoki

Next he opened the letter and read:

Chiba Mamoru, You have been invited to my Spring Masquerade. It is on June 27, starting at 6:00 p.m. Respond as soon as possible please.

Sincerely, Furuhata Motoki

Mamoru's dark cerulean eyes glittered mischievously.

He wrote back and put it in his mailbox.

Mamoru was coming all right. He was coming to see and interact with all of the people, and get a few meals.

He marked the date on his calendar. The ball was only 4 days away, and he could already taste the warm blood on his devious tongue.