Title: Vacation : - Vampire
Summary: The Bladebreakers, All Starz and White Tigers take a break after the Russian Championships in rural Russia. Little do they know there is a surprise lurking for a certain team?
Warning: Slight goriness, Horror
Pairings: Lots…some unexpected and claimed by me :P
Disclaimer: Don't own beyblade

I actually started this as soon as I updated the story with my last chapter upload. Cause I was so bored. Hmm I don't know how long this story is actually going to be. Since I don't write mine up in a pad then type it up on the computer. Cause I just get impatient with typing things up. (sweatdrop)

Anyways, thanks to all the people who reviewed the last chapter (if there are going to be any with my now constant updating)

On with the fic!

It was a fine morning at the mansion and everyone had had a great lie in on their day off. Most of them were downstairs in the buffet lounge eating their way through a delicious breakfast; others were out training with their blades.

Eddy yawned as he woke up, "God I slept like a log,"

"Yeah? Well don't snore next time you are a log," Steve moaned. He had the pillow over his head. How it wasn't suffocating him Eddy didn't know.

Eddy grinned, "Speak for yourself Steve," Then he noticed something, "Wow…give Michael a world record,"

"Oh?" Steve asked why, slightly confused about why Michael should receive a world record.

Eddy pointed at Michael's bed, "He must be up along with Emily. Let's go and congratulate him!"

They both laughed and got ready to go downstairs.
- - -

"Oh my god, do you never stop analysing people?" Tyson moaned, clearly not in a good mood on this following morning.

"I never analyse people in their food habits. Especially not yours," Emily hissed, grabbing a bun from the nearest plate.

"Heh. Then stop complaining then!"

"Tyson please! I don't want you two arguing," Kenny interrupted the furious pair.

"Sorry I forgot that you two were together," Tyson stuck his tongue out at Kenny playfully.

Kenny blushed beetroot red and Emily looked ready to explode.

"Hey guys! Leave any for us?" Eddy shouted as he came in and sat down next to a red Emily.

"Oh yeah. Loads for once," Max nodded, "Over there,"

"Thanks," Eddy replied.

Steve was the only one who looked concerned, "Hey where's Mike?"

"No idea," Emily replied, "I didn't see him in bed when I woke up. He must of went for a stroll in the woods,"

- - - -

There, in the forest laid Michael. The one they were looking for. His eyes twitched as he started to wake up and he yawned tiredly.

He used his arms to prop himself up and look around himself. He looked stunned, to actually see the forest around him. He sat up into the snow to only find he was covered in blood.

God. What did I do last night.

He then got up fully to shake himself rid of the snow caked on his body. He felt…different. He felt stronger in some way. But not much different in any other way. He would study himself when he got back to hotel. But not before he asked himself some questions.

Why the hell-on earth was he in the forest and not in bed? He could remember going to bed after all and not staying outside. And most importantly, why was he bleeding? Or was it someone else who had been bleeding? Since he didn't feel any pain of a wound. Or see one for that matter.

Oh well, it was in the past now and it didn't matter. But the blood sure dwelled on his mind though. But…no one was there. And by the looks of things that was a lot of blood so someone was either there with him or it was his own, but where would it of came from if it was his own? He got annoyed with the bout of too many questions on his mind he shrugged them off and managed to get up to the two-door mansion.

He opened the door and walked in. Closing the door with a loud slam. He had notified that no one came to greet or so 'oh my god where you been?' in caring sorta way but not like that had bothered him. He wanted to get something checked out so he headed straight to his room.

Once there, he went right into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Then looked into the bathroom mirror. He looked closely at himself. Nope. No wounds what so ever anywhere on his face. He ran his hands down his neck until he hissed sharply with pain.

But what confused him. Was that, nothing was there at all. So why on earth would it hurt him so? Another thing that he pondered about was why his head hurt so much like he had been partying the night away?

Then something came to him. The waiter, He remembered the waiter as the vampire. Maybe it was him? Vampires loved blood. But…why on earth did he not have a wound?

"Hey Mike! Where have you been?"

He jumped at the sound of his name and turns round only to see Steve approaching him, concerned.

Michael was contemplating whether he should tell Steve or not what had happened. But they were friends after all and most importantly he had his trust.

"I've been in the forest," He turns his back on Steve trying to hide the blood on his Pyjamas.

"What time till?"

"I…don't know,"

His hand reaches out and turns me around, He notices the blood on him and he looks shocked.

"Mike? Where's the…blood come from?"

"I wish I could tell you that question too. But I don't know that either," I halt him before he asks me if I have a wound, "And no, I don't have a wound either. Though my neck sure does hurt,"

I run my hand over it again and I hiss. He grabs Michael's head and turns it to the side to get a better look.

"Nope nothing,"

"I know," I agree, "I checked it myself,"

"Go and get a shower. I'll go and get Bruce,"

And another chapter down.

I like the way this is heading. Though the main thing is I leave it at crucial points at the end of each chapter. ' To make you wait. I'm sorry.

Thanks to all the people that have reviewed so far and now.

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