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Chapter 3


Omi awoke groggily to the sound of two disturbingly familiar voices shouting at each other.

"…were we supposed to know he'd be a firebug?! I read minds, Bradley, not powers!"

"You deliberately went against my explicit orders! You made another one of us: not only that, but he's a pyro! And Weiß no less!

"Shit…Look, Brad, I'm sorry, ok? You try to deny that brat of yours when he really wants something. Sure he's a pyro, but we can use that to our advantage. He's ours now; we can use him. Nagi's a TK, and you remember more than any of us when his powers first manifested."

Omi kept his thoughts quiet, focusing on one spot on the unfamiliar ceiling. It was bad enough that he was here in the first place, and the two older members of Schwarz were arguing over someone he assumed to be himself in the next room. The effects of Schuldich's overloading his mind left him fuzzy; all he knew was that he was awake, it was night, he was in the midst of Schwarz…and under the covers he was naked save for a pair of pale blue boxers. What did they mean by 'pyro' and 'we can use him'?

Did he really even want to know? He felt different…changed. Had they drugged him? Possibly…but this was different from the other times he had been drugged. He closed his eyes again, allowing sleep to overcome him. **Just a small little nap… **

When Omi awoke there was another presence in the darkened room, "Anou…dare?"

The form turned from the window, "So you're finally awake." It was the oldest member of Schwarz.

"H-hai. Why am I here?" he blinked up sleepily at the tall man who hovered over the bed.

"You are here…because my teammate is a moron. He has given you a gift that was not his to give. One that I personally do not believe you should have received." He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "However, it is not something that we can take back. This…this is irrevocable." He smiled wistfully, revealing a dainty pair of elongated canine teeth. "I am, for now, Brad Crawford. Unfortunately, you may be staying here with us for a while."

Omi laughed nervously, "Ok, so let me get this straight; I'm in Schwarz's mansion you aren't killing me; you're all vampires…and now you're asking me to join you. Well that's all fine and lovely, but I'd like to wake up from this dream now, if you don't mind."

Crawford slapped the boy across the face, positioning making it awkward and less painful. "This is not a dream! Yes, we are what are now known as 'vampires'. And thanks that that fuck-up, Schuldich and his inability to say no to pretty little boys, now you are the same." a glare from behind glinting glasses stopped Omi from speaking. "And I am not 'asking you to join'. You will stay here with us, if for nothing else for the safely of my own group. If we find use for you, you may or may not be integrated into Schwarz…but don't count on it."

Omi moved to get out of bed, but the gun trained between his eyes changed his mind. "This is insane. I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be a vampire. I want to go back to Weiß!" he glared balefully at Crawford, which only prompted the man to laugh at him.

"Yes, yes, that's terribly cute, you can pout like Nagi. Its nice to see that we'll be having another pain-in-the-ass child here," he sighed, turning to the door. "You are, I assume, erased from all records, barring those of Kritiker, correct?" At Omi's hesitant nod, he continued, "Good. I'll have Nagi delete those as well. Also, you'll be transferred to Nagi's school. I'll assume that you're in third year, so you will be a year ahead of him." He left, sighing something about 'why didn't I see this one?'

Omi clenched the sheets tightly in his small hands. 'Nagi'. The very sound of that boy's name made him want to retch up anything that he may still have in his stomach. It was Nagi's fault that he was like this; that he was in this terrible situation. And now, not only did he have to live with the boy, but he had to attend the same school, too? Unacceptable! And…wait. Why was Nagi still in school? Shouldn't he be really old? His schooling should be over with by now…

"Sou da na."

Omi gasped as yet another presence his mind as well as the room, "Nani?"

"Yo." Schuldich leaned against the door, shutting it. "How does it feel?" Not that he didn't know, but he wanted to hear the boy say it himself.

"I feel…strange. Am I really…are you really…?"

"Deamon spawn? Yup. Brad, me, Nagi, Farf…and you. Brad's not happy with me by the way. Were not supposed to make any more like us. And as for Nagi, we send him back to school every few years. For looks, ya know. If Brad decides to keep you around, well do the same with you."

"But…aren't vampires supposed to burn up in the sunlite?"

The redhead smirked, "Well, at least you know some of the lore. Some may…but not us. Brad is directly descended from the First; she was the one to make him. He doesn't remember his original name, but everyone else just called him 'the Second.' He made myself, then Nagi and Farf; Nagi and me made you. We're all so closely descended from the first that nothing gets to us that we know of. Maybe some others…they might be far enough down the bloodline that the blood is very weak."

"You mean the blood of the First? And...Why did you make me? I didn't want this."

Schuldich sighed, "Blame Nagi, kid, not me. He's the one that threw a fit to have you. He got bored with being brad's play toy and wanted his own."

Cerulean eyes sparked with rage, "'Play toy'? You did this to me just so I can be the toy of some 15-year-old brat?!" he was hot again. Like fire coursing through his veins.

"Shit, kid! Calm down!" He reached out with his mind and stroked Omi's turning off the anger that triggered the heat. "That's the other things I'm supposed to talk to you about. We all have gifts; I'm a telepath, is a precog, Nagi is a telekinetic, and Farfie…well, he doesn't feel pain for some reason. You, apparently, are a firebug. A Pyrokinetic. Basically you start fires with your mind."

A look of utter incomprehension crossed the boy's face, "Pyro…kinetic?"

Schuldich rolled his eyes, "Damn kind, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one." He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, "Ok, let me explain…"

By the time the redhead had finished his story of how they had come into being and the powers and everything else he knew, Omi was fast asleep. "Hnn. I know it's a long story, but you could have at least stayed awake for the whole thing," quietly he slipped out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Out of habit, Omi arose with the sun, yawning and stretching his limbs to remove kinks induced by hours of sleep. With one particularly long-armed stretch his hand came in contact with something warm and soft. **Nani?** his eyes widened, then half-lowered in anger. There, in the bed, only inches away, was the very person on whom he blamed this new existence.

Nagi was horribly awakened from peaceful dreams when his face was introduced to the floor. "Eh? Nani?" he groped for the body that he was used to having by him in bed, but found only floor. Slowly he sat up and looked around; Omi was glaring daggers at him. "Oou. Ohayou, Omi."

"Omae…korosu!" he threw himself at the thin boy, but a quickly-places psychobarrier held him back. "Omae! This is your fault! First you did this to me, now you try to sleep with me?!" he banged violently on the invisible wall, trying to get to the small boy inside.

"Boku wa…" Hoping the other boy had yet to be informed of the more basic truths and only knew the myths, Nagi used his powers to throw back the curtains, flooding the room in the bright light of the raising sun.

"Aah! Itee!" Omi relented, shading his eyes from the light. As promised, he did not melt or burn up, though the light hurt his eyes a bit more than it used to. He stepped away from the smaller boy and closed the curtain angrily, "you…I hate you. This is your fault; I could be home with my friends if it weren't for you, you…selfish brat!"

Nagi slowly rose to his feet, "Omi…onegai. Don't hate me. I didn't know you would react like this…"

"Get out, before I burn everything." Omi growled at Nagi's reluctance to leave, "I said get out!"

Nagi got out.

Crawford came in. "So, I see that Nagi found you last nite. Well, be glad it wasn't Farfarello."

Omi knew about Farfarello; he was slightly happier to have found Nagi in his bed. Slightly. "So can I go home now?"

The older man sighed, "No. I've told you, you have to stay with us for now. I refuse to let any fledgling child out without training. Especially a Pyrokinetic."

"Why not? I won't hurt anyone."

"Wont you?" Crawford smirked, "I'm afraid I'll have to disagree. If you got out there and were angered by anything…You could burn down the whole of Tokyo in just a few days."

Omi laughed. Him, burn down a whole city? How ridiculous. Then again, so was being a vampire. "But why do I have to stay here? Can't I just learn on my own?"

"Out of the question. You've already burned down a building and tried to kill Nagi twice. If you are not trained here, where do you plan on getting your training?"

The boy's face fell. As much as he hated to admit it, Crawford had a point. It wasn't as though they offered vampire classes at his school, and he certainly couldn't count on Weiß or Kritiker to help him out of this one. "Demo…why me? Why chose me? That other one, Schuu...Schuuru…the redhead. He said I'm supposed to belong to that brat?"

"'Schuldich.' You'll get used to his name soon enough. Saa…Unfortunately, that is essentially true. Nagi has thrown yet another of his tantrums and as always, Schuldich caved in. You recall, in History, Rome burning to the ground? Another tantrum because he wasn't allowed to let people believe him a god. He threw a tantrum, things flew, oil lamps all over the city were knocked over…Schuldich would have allowed him to fool the humans, had he not ravaged the city."

"…Can I die?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. Schuldich was the one to make you, so you may be slightly less impervious, but so far as I know, none of the old myths and legends are true. Not sunlight nor fire nor a stake through the hart can harm us. Holy water does nothing but amuse Farfarello. The only truth is that we survive on human life. On blood."

Omi paled, if such a thing was still possible with his milky complexion, "Blood? But that's…"

"Nothing you haven't had before. Last nite when Schuldich made you, how do you think he did tit? What do you think it was that you drank to change you?"

The foggy memory washed over him; being held tightly as his life was drained away, followed by the hot crush of Schuldich's arms as received his life back. Then it hit him. He was hungry.

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