I'm already creating the next Smash file in this episode… I hope it isn't too obvious. Otherwise I'll lose my surprise… I'm not a vampire-expert, although it might seem like it, I've just collected some information from the net. And, as I already said my vampires are different… but how is what you can't know yet. The information about vampires is almost all true! Isn't it amazing how many different kinds of legends there are about them? I was really surprised. Enjoy…

Thanks a lot again! The feedback encourages me to write faster.

Sagesumi: Happy to hear that you think this'll prove to be something interesting. I'm trying to write the 1st parts of the episodes to sound like it. It seems that I can't fool you, you've read too well my files! (Roy: "I'm not THAT shy!") Anyways, I'm trying to be as fast as I can when writing, but if I write too fast, the result will be crap. 

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Link pushed the boy away, looking at him in a shock his eyes open wide. The boy seemed to be surprised, almost hurt that the Hylian had rejected him that roughly. He backed away, staring at the blonde in confusion.

"Link, why…? …what?" He touched his lips like they were filled with poison.

"I…" What the hell is going on here? "I don't know…", The elf put his tunic back on, slowly recovering from the shock.

"A-are you okay?"

"Yeah… yeah, I'm fine." Link touched his neck, searching for two bite marks. But he found none.

Did I imagine that?

"Link?"

"Huh?" He snapped out of it.

"Is everything really alright?" The boy leaned his head, his eyes were now filled with worry. "You look like you've seen a ghost or something…"

Something? No. How could you possibly be?

"Serously. I'm fine. I just… just… why did you bite me?" Link blurted out, immediately regretting it.

"What!?" The general was again accused of something he hadn't done. "I would never, ever bite you!! How dare you even suggest something like that!?" He spat.

The Hylian looked at his belt in his hands in great confusion. He knew what he'd felt, but why didn't Roy remember it? He never lost control like Link did, he always knew what he was doing.

The redhead looked at him furiously, his eyes flaming.

Had he really imagined that? The elf couldn't look in the eyes of his beloved. But they were on top of a hay pile, maybe a straw hit his neck and he thought it was Roy? It could be.

"Roy… I'm sorry." He said, sticking with the straw theory. If the redhead were one of them, he'd need more proof.

"…I didn't bite you." The boy whispered. "I couldn't hurt you, Link. Why do you accuse me of biting you?"

They were quiet for a moment, the Hylian thinking of what to say and Roy waiting for an answer. Finally the boy laid down, not looking at the one cared and closed his eyes trying to fall asleep.

"I'm sorry, Roy. I just… it felt like you would've… and I didn't even think… I just… the thought just hit me and… Oh, god, I'm sorry."

"I know you are. But that I'm a freaking vampire? Gee, Link, you may really lose your mind one day." He was hurt, Link was thinking that he was a damn vampire. How could he think that? Maybe he wouldn't sleep a wink during the night, being afraid that he might attack him. Roy snorted.

                      Link watched the boy sleep, he did it pretty often these days. But this time he was confused. Roy wasn't hurt because he had rejected him, no, but because he had called him a vampire. Well, not really called, but the general had read his mind.

                      The blonde smelled the boy, his fragrance wasn't like one of theirs, those from the underworld. His skin was normal, not resilient, its colour wasn't any paler than Link's own.

                      He laid on his back, hoping that in the morning all this would be gone and his imagination. He'd been so afraid of losing the redhead earlier, maybe he was just being tense because of looking for him that long.

Yeah, in the morning everything's going to be just like it was before. No more vampires for me.

                      Link couldn't sleep one bit during the night. His subconscious was screaming inside him for help. It was worried about Roy, what would happen to him? The elf cursed his lack of knowledge about vampires. He knew nothing about them. And now he'd need the information more than ever.

Is it possible to heal a vampire?

Not a single story he'd read about vampires had had a happy ending. None of the people the vampires had exsanguinated ever healed and came back normal. Would Roy stay as a vampire if he were one of them? Was there really no hope in saving him?

                      Link shook his head to break his thoughts. He wasn't even sure was Roy a vampire or not yet. So why was he thinking about healing him? The blonde sighed. He really needed an expert. Or a shrink. 

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The morning came and Link was so tired. He'd been watching over the redhead the whole night, waiting for him to try to bite him again. But Roy had slept like a baby, not even tossing and turning at all. The Hylian sat up, sighing and stretching.

"Roy…?"

"Hm?" The fiery boy turned to him and opened his eyes. The Hero was surprised that he was awake already.

"I think we should get going." He said, not looking in the general's eyes.

"Yeah, let's go." Roy jumped down to the door and almost exited the barn, but came back inside. Link lifted his eyebrows inquiringly. Was this another…?

No. No. No. He can't be one.

"Huh! It's pretty hot outside!" the boy cursed his armour in his mind.

No! I don't believe it! Link passed him, getting into the bright sunlight outside. It really was very warm. The day was going to get even hotter, this was only the morning sun. The Hylian heaved a deep, relieved sigh. His instincts were jumping to the walls, he was probably just being too worried about his beloved.

"Can we go now?"

"Yeah… Just one thing before we leave." Roy said as they walked out of the village and mounted their horses.

"Mm?"

"You weren't really serious about that vampire-thing, were you?" The boy was smiling.

Ouch!

"…Uh. Roy…" Link didn't look at him. "I know you don't believe in them, but can I try one thing?"

"Oh, god, Link. You really believe in just about everything!"

"Put this on." The blonde took a thin golden cross-necklace from his pocket and offered it to the boy. If that necklace didn't hurt him, he'd let the matter be. But if it did… he'd run to the nearest library to find out more about vampires and how to kill them. Even though it would mean killing the one he loved the most. He felt how a hand clenched his heart.

"Link… Isn't this the necklace Saria gave you?" Roy held it in his hand, touching the cross with his fingers.  

"Yeah, just put it on. For me, okay?"

"Uh… okay." The redhead put the necklace on him, he seemed to be completely fine. There was nothing wrong with him. Link relaxed, this time he was absolutely sure Roy was all right and that he had been too tense.

                      They arrived to the Smash Building at around noon. Link let Epona run freely and go wherever she wanted and Roy took the horse back to the man in Haine village who had lent him his. As he came back, he couldn't see the elf and thought that Link had already gone in and was probably eating his breakfast happily. But when he came nearer to the Building, he saw the Hylian dressed in his green tunic sitting on a bench, waiting for him to come back.

"You're really worried about me, aren't you?" He said with a smile in his voice.

"Of course I am. I don't want to loose you like that ever again." The Hylian tried to hug him, but he pushed him away, looking into his eyes with an apologising look.

"Let's go inside. I'm starving." Roy said cheerfully and saw fear flash in the elf's eyes. He remembered again how harshly the Hero had rejected him and accused him of biting him. He pushed it away from his mind, turned to walk towards the Building and said to him over his shoulder with an English accent: "Today's special's Bloody Mary! Doesn't that sound bloody good?"

"Roy, that's not funny! Vampires really do exist!" Link trotted next to him, waving his hands in despair.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure they do." The general waved his hand to show that he wasn't interested in the subject anymore. Link sighed.

                      The elf went inside, the general following close behind. But Roy stopped at the doorway, grimacing and groaning in pain before he backed outside again. He was confused why he'd felt so much pain that he couldn't go inside.

What? Why can't I go inside? He looked at himself to see had he any wounds.

"Roy? Why aren't you coming inside?" Link came to the door and looked at him with a questioning look. He collected himself, he didn't want the Hylian to start worrying again about him.

"I'm just… breathing some fresh air."

"Oh, please! Come on in, Roy!" Young Link ran to the door and grabbed his hand to pull him inside. The general refused, he didn't want to feel the pain again, but the small elf was stubborn.

                      He closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to hit him, but it didn't. He walked in without feeling anything.

Maybe I hit myself to something. But deep, deep inside he knew why he couldn't have gone inside. There was a new voice inside him, a voice hungrier than he had ever been. And it had its own will.

                      Zelda ran to greet the two swordsmen with Peach, they had sent them and now they wanted what they sent the boys to get for them. The blonde girl elf scolded the warriors for being late, they had been sent to Kakariko Village in the first place to buy a very expensive paint only the Poes there could make. The princesses needed this paint, because they were planning to do something they refused to talk about. When the two princesses got the paint they had been missing, they left the hallway giggling and talking excitedly.

                      Marth and Roy still sat in the table in the dining hall when Link left to the library, mumbling something about looking for some old newspapers about a crash in a place called Roswell. Neither of the Fire Emblem warriors knew what he really meant and where was that weird "Roswell", but they didn't care. 

                      The blue-haired swordsman sat opposite of the general, looking at him almost devour the omelette he had done. He was the one making food today, the first time anyone had really ate what he'd made. In the palace, before he was exiled, he used to study cooking with the chefs, but they didn't eat what he cooked. It had never occurred to him why, he had never given it a second thought.

"Is it good?" He asked with a small smile on his face, already knowing the answer.

"Mm-hm!" Roy lifted his eyes from the omelette on his plate.

"Roy…" The prince became serious. After a while looking into the boy's sapphire blue eyes, he continued: "Are you scared?"

"What!?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude, I'm just curious." Marth apologised.

"Why would I be scared?" The general had stopped eating. He had calmed down as fast as he'd flared up.

"You're paler than usually. I just thought that maybe someone's scared the spirit out of you."

"…Oh… Well, thanks for your concern. I'm, honestly, fine." Roy started eating again, finishing the omelette. As he took his plate to the kitchen, Marth asked:

"Would you want to train with me after lunch?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." The boy's eyes flashed red.

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Link opened first of the dusty old books, browsing it until he found the title about vampires. He started reading the text greedily, wanting to learn more and fast. Although he had convinced himself with the necklace about Roy, he still wanted to know what to do if vampires came to the Smash Building. That was what he told himself, but he knew he was being strained because of the general.

                      He read the old, already obscure text, trying to figure out more about vampires. Soon he realised that there were as many types of vampires as there were synonyms for the word 'vampire.' In the ancient Assyria and Babylon people were afraid of Ekimmus and in the Roman Empire they had the name Lemuri. The Chinese vampire's called Ch'ing Shih when in Peru they have the name Lobishomen. In Romania they call them Nosferatu, in Russia they're called Vampyr.

                      Link was surprised to find out how many different types of vampires existed. What was in common for all them? Could they all be killed in the same way? Of course not. He needed to follow Roy's actions if he wanted to find out what kind of a vampire he was and then study.

IF he is a vampire… He reminded himself.

                      It seemed that every type of vampires acted in a different way. Some of them used only high-heel shoes, some wore silk robes, some drank only virgin blood when others drank blood only from young men. Link thought that finding the type of vampire he needed to find would be harder than he'd thought. It would take forever.

He read general information about vampires; they aren't really astral beings or ghosts because they have real bodies. In some books they were classified as demons, although they are creatures from the spiritual world. Link sighed. He could keep on searching for eternity, but he might still have the wrong information if he got attacked.

                      He sighed in desperation. He would keep a close watch on the boy, never let him leave his sight. The Hylian would follow him all the time, write down everything and then, maybe then he'd be able to find a way to cure him. But now, he'd need to find more general information to start with.

                      The Hero of Time opened another old book, starting to read it eagerly to learn more.

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Roy landed on his feet, holding the Sword of Seals in his hand and waiting for the noble to do his move. He jumped lightly, never taking his eyes off the blue-haired prince.

"What was Kakariko like?" Marth said, trying to see directly into the general's sapphire blue eyes.

"Nice…" The fiery boy rushed towards him, ready to hit the prince with a strong smash and send him flying out of the Fountain of Dreams. The warrior, though, predicted his move and rolled around him, hitting him with the Sword Dance. The redhead groaned as he flew to the end of the stage and held to the edge with his hand.

                      He heard the prince of Althea rushing towards the edge. When he was close enough, Roy jumped back to the stage, cutting Marth. Their swords met, a few sparkles flew in the air. Then the general jumped back to get ready. His eyes were burning, he enjoyed every second he was fighting.

"Fighting with you, Marth, is a pleasure…" Roy said seductively as he dodged the smash the blue-haired did and grabbed him. He threw him up and jumped right behind, hitting the noble's back with his sword and tossing him higher.

                      Marth was confused about the tone the boy used, but he didn't let it bother him. He did a mid-air jump and landed as far as he could get from the general.

"You are a worthy fighter yourse--" He shielded the bomb and dodged the smash. "--yourself, Roy." He took the Starrod in front of him and tossed it at the fiery redhead who received it against his face and fell on his back and groaned.

"Can you… please, teach me…" The boy's voice sounded so extremely soft and seductive as he slowly stood up. He took a hold of something he had on his neck and tore it off with a loud snap. Marth hadn't been with men before, the general's actions confused him greatly. He forgot they were fighting as the general put his sword away, he did the same. The prince looked at the redhead, who walked towards him with an alluring smile. He couldn't deny it, the boy was lovely.

"Roy?"

"No, don't speak. It will only ruin the moment." The boy's finger caressed his cheek, making him look into those glinting sapphires.

                      Marth felt awkward being caressed by the boy. The general's hands touched his hair and face gently, then his body. Roy asked him to sit down and take it easy.

What's he up to?

He sat down under the stars, thinking that now he knew why the redhead had chosen that place. He'd wanted to confess his love to Marth. But did he love him in return? And what should he say? He looked at his trembling hands, he was suddenly nervous.

"What are you thinking?" Roy's voice sounded sexier, he almost whispered. His hands were on the noble's shoulders. "You should relax…" The general's hands caressed his shoulders, sometimes they touched his neck and the boy licked his lips.

"Uh…. Nothing." The prince of Althea looked in Roy's eyes, they glinted at times with red, his face was so close and his lips almost screamed for a kiss. He felt his thoughts blurring, little by little until the only thing he could think about was the general. How could he be so desirable? Marth pulled him closer, embracing him in a calm but passionate kiss. Roy answered in his own, flaming way as his hands searched around the noble's body.

                      The blue-haired man was charmed, just sitting there, caressing and giving the boy pleasure and letting the redheaded general kiss passionately his neck. At times he groaned, pulling the warm boy closer. He felt a love bite on his neck before he started to feel drowsy and tired, slowly his head blurred into darkness. But it felt so good. And he wished it would never stop.

Never…

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Roy held the blue-haired prince's head in his lap, smoothing down his hair. He wasn't hungry anymore, just glad and calm. He sat there for a long while, just looking at the swordsman kindly, like parents look at their newborn children. The general kissed the noble on his lips as his finger held his chin.

"Time to wake up." Roy said, his voice soft and caring. Marth opened his eyes and looked around him in great confusion.

"Where am I?" He stumbled on his feet, leaving the boy sitting alone on the ground.

"You're here with me." The redhead said.

"I-I'm here… but what for?"

"You felt tired and fell asleep during our battle."

"Oh. I… I'm hungry."

"Then you should go and eat."

Marth jumped down from the Fountain of Dreams and the system declared Roy as winner. He read their bonuses with a cheerful grin on his face.

"You know, we got both Spectator!"

"We did?" The prince of Althea asked, rising his eyebrows in his surprise. He couldn't remember the fight. Everything seemed to have been erased from his memory.

"Should we go back?" Marth checked his watch, it was almost dinner time. He quickly decided to order some Chinese fast food and ran to the phone when they entered the living room in the Smash Building. Roy smiled and waved to him when walking upstairs. He looked after the general with a puzzled expression on his face.

What did we do? Did we just fight and I hit my head? And why do I feel so attached to Roy?

"Anyone there?" The voice in the phone said.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm Marth Lowell."

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Roy went to his room and passed the mirror in his bathroom without seeing a reflection of himself from the corner of his eye. He was already undressed when he came back to look at the mirror and saw himself there.

I was just imagining that.

                      The boy realised that the hair in his parting was darker than the bright red in the crown. His hair looked a bit like it was dyed. But he'd never dyed it and didn't even want to. Maybe it was getting darker because he was getting older. That was what had happened to his father's hair as well. His skin was truly paler now that he looked at it. He remembered Marth asking about it. He created a theory that maybe he hadn't eaten enough vegetables and that was why his skin seemed so pale. But his lips were as red as always if not even redder and fuller. Desirable.

                      He flashed a wide smile to the mirror to see his completely white, shining teeth before he went to the shower. He hadn't seen his eyeteeth being a bit sharper than normal.

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Link came to Roy's room and heard the shower. He calmed himself down, if he was afraid of the general before he'd even proved that the boy was a vampire, he wouldn't stand a chance against him.

…It?

Link sat down, forcing the thoughts away. As long as he was a human, eating like one, living like one and behaving like one, he wouldn't say a word about vampires.

"Oh, you're back. Did you find anything on that Rowell?"

"Roswell. No." The Hylian didn't want to hurt his beloved anymore. But he couldn't help the unsecured feeling he had around the boy. And now, he was going through some kind of a metamorphosis. The elf hid his fear behind a mask and stood to give the redhead a kiss. That way he could still get close to Roy, maybe the boy would talk to him.

                      Their lips parted, Link had tried to lick the general's teeth to find out were they sharp, but hadn't succeeded. The redhead had deepened the kiss enthusiastically, tickling his palate with his tongue cat-likely.

I just kissed a vampire! Link's subconscious was now sure that the boy was a vampire, he looked out a bit like one, but which one of them? Was he a Nosferatu? Or maybe a Vuov'ru? Sampiro? Bruxsa?

He didn't want the awkward situation to return where he stared at Roy and was afraid, he told himself, but actually, he enjoyed the kisses. They seemed so… different, seducing. This general he kissed probably knew exactly how to kiss. He was better than anyone.

"Roy?" Ness's voice called from the other side of the door.

"Yeah?" The boy tore himself from the kiss, looking appealingly at Link.

"It's dinner."

"We're coming." They left the room and accompanied Ness on the way to the dining hall. The boy with the cap was worried about Roy's appearance, but he assured that everything was all right.

                      As they ate the dinner, Marth and Young Link joined them and they felt more lively right away. The small elf noticed the general's not so good appearance, but even if the Prince would've noticed, he didn't say anything. Link decided to sleep in his own room.

I don't want to wake up feeling thirsty…

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The Hylian tossed and turned in his bed, worrying about the general. He wanted to be by his side, but he couldn't sleep if he did that. He sighed. The first thing in the morning he would go to the library and search for a vampire matching the things that were happening to Roy. He would do that. Because he loved him and wanted to be with him.

                      His subconscious had convinced him, all the signs indicated that everything wasn't alright. Link had seen two bite marks on Marth's neck on the dinner. He had frozen, unable to move or do anything but to think about the general. No one else could've done that. Now he'd need to heal two of them. Tomorrow even more.

                      He needed to be fast. Really fast.

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Marth walked to Roy's room, the boy was already waiting for him.

"Where were you?" The general asked softly.

"I was thirsty…" He said as he sat next to the redhead. Their lips met and parted, again and again. As the noble looked into the general's deep, blood red eyes, he felt like home. He let his lips taste the pale skin on Roy's cheek and his tongue play in his ear.

"Tomorrow… I will get my prey…" The fiery redhead whispered to the ear of the calm warrior.

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Uh-oh. What's this 'prey' Roy's talking about? …hee-hee. I think this'll be one very very very weird episode. It will only get worse. But I have already all the answers in my head, now I only need to put them down on paper and to the internet.