Ah! Hello! Dreadfully sorry for the mix-up before. I had fixed it immediately after I figured out what went wrong, but it still took a while for the site to fix it itself. Sorry.

For those of you that don't know, or that didn't catch it, I had mistakenly uploaded the wrong chapter as chapter four, and for that I am dreadfully sorry, honest. I'll try not to let that happened again. Well…now let's start fresh. Here's the newest chapter of Blood Lust! Enjoy!

Oh, about the vampire history in the last chapter. Some of it was from stories that I've heard before and mixed together, the 'fallen angles' for example, but most of it, and the whole Anti-Lucifer rebellion deal was all original. So, nowhere will you find this vampire origin story, Nowhere! Ha-ha ha ha ha! *runs*

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Enjoy!

Chapter Five

They sloshed through the dark and dank sewers, dwelling in the entirety of the silence that fell upon them since their departure.

Although both of them walked, watching out as they had been taught since they were little, both of their minds were also elsewhere.

Each of them sloshed through the small accumulation of dank, dark water; their breathing the only sounds in their ears. They both welcomed the silence, the quite; it actually being the first time that they were really able to absorb all that had happened over the past seventy two hours. Donny sighed, it was all just so surreal, like a dream that he had neglected to wake up from. But as his hands found his pockets, the soft kiss of cool plastic against his skin brought reality back to a halt. This was no dream.

It was a nightmare.

He fingered the packs, taking one of the cool packages from out of the fabric of his jacket pocket and into the poor light. The clear pack rolled in his palm, the dark liquid of its contents movingly thickly from within.

He could hear Mike's grimace from beside him.

"You're not really gonna drink that, are you?" He frowned in disgust. However the turtle in purple did not look up, but just continued to eye the packet of blood.

"I don't know." He shook his head uncertainly, his eyes never leaving his palm. He really didn't know anymore.

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Leo opened his eyes, startled out of his mediation once again. He stood, rather annoyed, leaving his room.

Raph needed to quiet down.

But to his surprised, the turtle in question lay snoring on the couch, his head back, his eyes closed. Beyond him the television still blared on despite its loss of audience.

The remote lay on the floor.

'It must have fallen or dropped or something.' Wearily, he dismissed the noise, heading back to his room; that was until he heard the sound again, this time louder.

'Knock Knock.'

It came from the door. Leo's eyes widened.

They were home!

Quickly, he made his way over. The 'beep beep' of the finger pad quickly filled his ears along with the creak of the heavy door as it opened. Mike and Don stood sullenly on the other side.

He felt like grinning. The mere fact that they came home at all stated that the man had kept his word.

He would help them.

He watched on as they filed in accordingly, removing their coats and hats at the door. At the commotion, Raph stirred from his sleep, wiping his mouth as he sat up.

"Well, look who decided to finally come home! You know, it was because of you two that I couldn't go out tonight. You knew how much I wanted to go see Hellboy*! But nooo, I had to sit here all night and baby-sit, while you two had a night on the town…" At the term "baby sit" he motioned towards the turtle in blue, ignoring the look he received all the same. Standing, he made his way over to greet his two brothers.

"SO, what do you two have to say for yourselves?" There was a slight smile on his lips indicating that he was in a good mood. In reality, though, he was just as glad to see them as his brother.

Also like Leo, he had had his doubts about the whole 'lesson' thing from the beginning. However, it wasn't until it began getting late did those doubts grow, leaving him worried and tired. But he wouldn't let them know that, would he?

At the "interrogation" Doantello only raised an eye ridge. Although he was happy that his brother was in a good mood, he didn't feel so good himself. Clinically, as if as an answer to his question, he held up one of the only tangible remnants of the night behind them.

One of the two transfusion packs.

Raph eyed it curiously.

"What's that?" He snatched it from Don's grasp before the turtle could protest. Eyeing the plastic bubble, he moved it from one palm to the other, watching as the red dark liquid sloshed around inside. Mike allowed him a few moments to play with the red packet, smiling at his brother's obvious unawareness.

"It's a transfusion pack." He stated simply.

The pack hit the floor with a sickening thud.

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"…and then he gave me these." Don concluded, motioning towards the packs of blood at their mention, of which now inhabited the kitchen table. "He said that I have to drink one tonight, and one tomorrow." Leo ceased his pacing, his mouth opening to speak, but someone else beat him to the punch.

"Are you actually gonna drink these?!" Raph asked vilely, emphasizing his question with a poke to the packs, the hilt of his sai prodding them gently. Donatello sighed.

"I don't know." His eyes fell to his hands in misery. There was a silence.

Leo chose that opportunity to speak.

"Yeah, but does he know for sure that you're a…" He trailed off. He knew that there was no need to finish the thought. Mike spoke up from his spot at the full table, breaking the heavy silence that had accumulated after Leo's question.

"Yeah, He tested him." He locked eyes with Donatello. "And let's just say he passed with flying colors." Mike couldn't help but be in awe as to what he had witness that night. It was weird to think that the same turtle that sat before him now was the same turtle that disappeared into thin air a few hours ago.

Another awkward silence sat on the den.

Don sighed, miserable beyond anything he had ever felt. It was all just so new, so bizarre. There were so many new things, so many new feelings; it only scared him the more he thought about it. The voices never stopped, most of them random voices that he had never heard before, but now…

A few of them sounded vaguely familiar.

All in all, he pushed them back; making them into a background din that he could just ignore.

However, those were not the only…changes.

He also noticed the constant hunger that had accumulated in his gut after getting bitten. It was a constant reminder as to what he had become.

The only time he had felt relief, the only time he had felt satisfied, was after the…incident.

He grimaced.

He'd hate to admit it, but the satisfaction he had felt was a satisfaction that he wouldn't mind feeling again…A pang of guilt and worry pulled at his heart. Centrice was his soul, his life, and now she lay in a hospital bed because of it.

It wasn't fair. Not to her, nor to him.

So, why did this happen?

'Fate?' His mind asked. He frowned in abhorrence. Fuck Fate.

His mind seemed to smile at the vulgar avowal.

'Yes, fate can be cruel. But what happened, happened. You are what you are, there's no turning back. This is the real deal, Donny, when are you going to realize that? You. Are. A Vampire.'

He blinked, suddenly rubbing his eyes.

It was right.

Fate could be so cruel, sometimes, but that didn't mean he had to be pleased about it.

Suddenly, he stood, his tiredness give way to another feeling, a more irate aura entirely. Huffily, he pushed in his chair in, turning to leave.

All three remaining turtles looked up at Don's sudden departure, the same three expressions of confusion written all over their faces.

However, it was Leo who found his voice the fastest.

"Don, where are you going?" How could Don just leave? This whole thing was about him. But to his dismay, Donatello did just that. Don turned his head, neglecting to catch any of their eyes with his own.

"I'm going to bed." He shot heatedly, resuming his march for the bedrooms.

Mike stood. He couldn't leave, he just couldn't.

"Don-"

"Mike, don't." Donny stopped in his tracks, his back to his brothers. He blinked to himself, willing his anger down just enough to speak. "Don't start Mike. I know what you're going to say."

Mikey blinked. "But It-"

"It's not ok, Mike." He threw an accusative finger at the orange turtle. Mikey blinked once more before shutting his mouth. Donatello's sigh then followed, filling the room. At the sound Raph stood from the table, his questioning gaze on the turtle's back.

"Don. What's wrong? What's the matter, huh?" Raph tried his luck, approaching his quelled brother, but just as he reached out, Don shrugged his hand away. He turned to his brothers, looking them each in the eye for the first time that night.

Despite his anger, he began to cry.

"You guys sit here, and talk about me, about what happened, like it's nothing. You act as if this is all just some big joke, just something that happened on whim that will quiet down like everything else that has happened to us. Well, I'm sorry to inform you, this is not a joke. This is not some temporary deal that we'll just have to deal with for a while. No. This is my life. My future. This is real!"

He pointed a heated finger to the blood packs on the table. "Do you see this?" He picked up one of the packets, holding it carefully in his large palm. "This is blood, and my future. With out this…" He held out the packet, suddenly shoving it under Raph's nose. Raph, more out of surprise than anything else, moved back.

However, he was not the only one.

Donny sobbed as he watched his brothers each take a measured step back, and out of the way of the swinging pack of blood. His eyes fell to the floor in despair.

"With out this, I will die."

Donny brought the pack to his lips, ripping open with his teeth. With one more look at his brother's faces, he brought the package to his lips for the last time.

They watched on.

Slowly, he drank, the lukewarm fluid bringing revulsion to his soul as it flowed down his throat. He fought it, fought the repulsion. Soon though, he didn't have to fight it anymore. There was another feeling, a greater feeling. A more satisfying feeling.

The feeling of everlasting hunger being quenched.

This was his life now. This is the way that things just had to be. What happened happened, and now, there was no turning back.

He finished the packet, flinging the useless package to the ground. Donatello eyed his brothers, their own disbelieved expressions meeting his own.

"I am what I am. I've accepted that, and so should you." He left the room, leaving his brothers stunned. The slam of his door echoed in the quiet room.

A silence passed through the lair and over the three remaining brothers.

Donatello was a vampire.

Fate was a bitch.

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*: Do not own Hellboy, so don't even try to sue me….I see you!!!!! *the lawyers at her window sulk off* Yeah, that's what I thought.

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Super. Got this one out quick! Hopefully I won't mix up the chapters this time! Lol! Anywho,

I enjoyed this chapter a lot, emotional as it was. I hope it was much fun to read as it was to write. Next chappy comin' soon so WATCH OUT! It might just poke you in the eye! R and R