Inari: Wow, I think this may be the last chapter. I donno. It all depends on how much I can write with my mother visiting. She has it in her head that since I am still 17, my and Ray's apartment needs a mothers touch. Therefore, she is cleaning the bathroom- that I just cleaned- right now. Hope me luck.

To Snowshoe koneko: I am so glad that you like Kohl. I do too. Thanks for the pocky- the food thing is, well, my vamps- at least in this fic- can eat but really is not necessary. Ken's just a gluten for food. ;) Oh yeah, you will find out what Kohl's master has in store for him in this chap. Hope you like the rest.

Slit warning: Fun with hooks and I don't mean fishing. Hints at non con sex.

Blah = memories

Past punishments and flashbacks

Sometimes fate can really come back and piss in your face.

Kohl's thoughts were not the most positive at this moment in time.

Master was not pleased with him. How was he supposed to know the girl had come on the grounds? He was walking around the gardens on the north side of the property, and found a little girl playing with the cat that kept the mice away from the house.

She seemed so happy to have someone to play with, and Kohl didn't see a reason why it would be a problem to talk with the little thing. Her hair, a little mussed with closes that seemed to be old and dirty gave her the look of a street child. However, the happy smile on her face at the sight of Kohl brought a shimmer of one to his face as well.

Fate was having a filled day with him now.

The little girl, was found only a few hours ago, pale as a ghost and missing her pretty, blue eyes. Master said she was a filthy piece of street trash. He was ashamed that his lovely Doll, would stoop so low as to play- let alone look at something like that.

For his transgressions, he would be punished. A heavy, new and very stiff leather collar was biting into his neck. Bruising more than drawing blood. That had been fixed, however. Master had his hands chained to the wall away from his body, wrist cut and held open by large hooks to keep them from resealing up.

His energy and stamina were draining away with the life fluid he'd just taken in a few moments ago. It would be no fun for Master if he weren't at full strength.

Master was, as of this moment, sitting in a chair. The only other objects in the room, a large bed that had see much better days. The sheets are permanently stained with blood, semen, and other bodily fluids you only see when your about to die.

This had been going on for hours it seemed. Kohl's blood seemed to flow out as slowly as possible, all at his Master's wishes.

"Now, my little Doll, why you would go against my wishes and do what you,did, I haven't a clue." Master stated, staring at the blood running from Kohl's wrist to the mold infested rug. This room was one of the, you could call dungeon rooms. It was on the second floor but one of the only rooms in the house without windows, with such a dank appearance it was hard to tell if you where above ground or two stores under.

"Plea-se… Mas-master… I…" Kohl whispered, blood loss causing him to lose consciousness quickly.

"I bring you such lovely pets to play with… The best that could be found… Give you this vampiric paradise; bring you meals every time I come back. Truly love you… And what do you do, ruined it by touching that trash! You know no one could love you. They're to fare below us." His Master was now standing in front of him. His hand running up the side of his neck to his jaw.

Yes … Mas…" His vision, now swimming in front of him. His Masters honey brown hair swirling in with his alabaster skin. The only thing that was Truly made out clearly was the ever glowing, glossy liquid ruby eyes.

"My little Doll, what am I going to do with you?" Kohl could feel his body being released, as he slumped forward and collapsed into his Master's arms. He was lifted almost lovingly to the bed and laid down on the dust-covered sheets.

Before all hell was released on his bloody and abused body. He had a thought. Maybe this time his Doll will shatter.

Coming up to the docks shipyard, Kohl wonders why Master would pick such a wet place to have this meeting. His master was never very fond of the water, even though it would be impossible for him to drowned. His body is just so old that his organs had stopped working out of habit, he could probably live under the waters surface.

He really had no clue how old he was. However, when you reach two hundred, your eyes become permanently red and keep getting darker with the years. Master eyes sometimes seemed black.

Passing building after building, Kohl searched for the sense of his Master. He had to be in one of these. There. A building that looked exactly like every other, sent his nerves on edge.

Brining up the courage that should have been drained out of him along time ago, Kohl walked through the metal warehouse door.

Eyes admittedly adjusting to the dim light, the first thing he saw were crates. Not wanting to be caught by surprise- Master had some very inventive toys- he let his senses rome.

And almost dropped to his knees at what he found. Running to the back of the large room, Kohl found something he wanted his Master never to find.

Ken was hanging from a set of chain hooked to a pipe.

"See… I found one of your little friends, and couldn't resist my self."

Flashback to Koneko

Ran walked back into the kitchen, quit a good bit of his frustration over the platinum blonde cooled down. Write now the thoughts foremost in his mind were ways to get Ken and Kohl out of the house, find a way to have the shop tended to, and dragging his mate to the nearest vertical surface. He needed to feed but it was still light out- actually not even 10:30 in the morning- so hunting was out of the question. The next best thing was satisfying it with Yoji.

I'll leave the Koneko to Omi and Koshi for a little while. Ken should already be gone, then I'll drag Kodu to our room and start with that lovely neck of his, or better yet his…

Walking through the doorway, he noticed a perplexed Yoji staring at a distraught Ken, who was in the middle of making a dent in the tabletop.

"Ken, stop," which he did immediately. "Where is Kohl?" He asked Yoji, him seeming the more stable one at the moment.

"Ran," He said, pointing to the door.

"Hn."

Before they new it, girls' screaming and the undeniable sounds of a fight erupted from the shop.

Running to the commotion, the came across a now almost empty shop. All the girls had run and Omi was on the counter, dart in his hand and eyes aglow.

Koshi was in the hands of a man in a cloak, smack dab in the middle of the room. His hands were trying to get a hold of the hands around his neck, but the pressure on his trachea was making it hard for him to do more than hang in the air.

Ran was infuriated. His territory was being infringed and the man was treating something that was his. He wasn't going to stand for this; in his velvety red eyes, the vamp man was already dead.

Before he could move, Omi had launched his attack and ended up out on the street, still stunned from going through the front window. The man had barely moved his one handed hold on Koshi.

Ran's brain was telling him this one man could take down the whole pack, and he should fall back and regroup. His pride as a pack leader and confidence in that pack said, his Katana would look all the lovelier with his blood painting it.

Yoji caught the hand around Koshi's neck with his garrote, then was jerked forward and launched into a cooler knocking him out cold.

Ran's fury was something to behold when it got this bad. He ripped Koshi from the cloaked man's grip and sent him back into the wall.

Ken watched all of this in a matter of seconds and was very proud that he called Ran leader. Till he heard the blood turning sound of Ran's ribs cracking and his body hitting the floor. Omi was right behind him, having a kick to the head send him flying into Yoji.

Fury rose in Ken, and his eye color wasn't the reason he was seeing red. Getting ready to launch an attack of his own, he was cut short by the man that was now behind him, holding his fisted hands in a death grip.

"So… this is what has been keeping my Doll company. His tastes are exquisite, I must say." Ken had no clue what the man was saying, the words in a language he'd never heard.

"What do you want with us." Ken spat, trying to see the man's- he now knew as a vamp- face.

"Oh, I don't want anything with your little friends. I'm more interested in you, and the attention you've attracted from my little Doll." A look of horror shot across Ken's face as he realized who he was dealing with.

"Now, be a good little boy and sleep. I want you at your best when Kohl arrives." The man whispered, licking then biting into Ken's tanned neck, drawing him into another world of pain.

Inari: Well my mom draw more of my attention than I thought she could. This story just got longer cause Ray pointed out something I could add and it may go on for a good will. Sorry for the really bad fight seen, I'm much better at lemons. But anyway, I'm sorry it's not as long as it's suppose to be, but oh well. I'll make it up some how.

Thanks for putting up with this plot I know there ain't much there but I promise it mite get better.

Please stay with me and review if you like. Even flames are appreciated the fire place still hasn't been used.