Shibon (on AO3) commented something about Keith walking in on Lance feeding and I just had to.

I'm still shocked at the fact it only took me 13 days to write this. That's under 2 weeks. 0.o

(My brain made up more scenarios to write, so now this is going to be a bunch of related one-shots within this Voltron Monster AU I've made. ewe)

Lance had to feed. Plain and simple. He was a vampire after all. But living in the modern day and age probably made it a bit harder. Or maybe it was the other way around, now-a-days no one would believe you if you accused someone of being a vampire. But back then... Lance would've shivered at the prospect of that thought, but unfortunately life had other plans for him. It always did, didn't it? Having Keith walking-or more like barging ungracefully and uninvited-in on Lance feeding was not one of the things he thought life would plan. But apparently it did. It wanted everyone to know what he was. He just confessed to Shiro a few weeks prior. Now this? Really? After all the precautions he took to not be discovered by others? Whelp, all that help from Nyma and Rolo; down the drain. They'll kill him for this. Or maybe they'll just kill Keith; he was the one who walked in on him of course. Uh-oh. That's bad. Lance had to catch Keith before he goes to the cops telling everybody Lance is a cannibalistic psychopath or something.

Now, you're probably wondering, 'How does Lance feed on people in this day-n'-age?' Well, let me tell you. Vampires aren't the only supernatural monsters out there. There's a whole world beyond the fabric of the human realm. Lance found this out the hard way. After he turned, the 'other world' was drawn by him or more so, it lured him in. So of course he made some friends who weren't human. His two main friends were Rolo and Nyma. Nyma was a typical 'under your bed' or 'in your closet' type of monster. The kind that scared children or people that lived alone. He wasn't really sure what she was supposed to resemble, in his opinion; she look more like an alien. A pretty alien. The catch is that she's also a witch. You don't need to be human or look like one to be a witch. Actually she and him were a thing for a while, but that was short lived. For some reason, she really loved his cat, Blue; said she had a beautiful aura or something. She even tried to kidnap her! That's where it ended. Animals apparently hated him now. People always said they could sense something we couldn't and they're right. Animals always got uneasy around him, scared, or they would get outright violent. Blue on the other hand, didn't care. She was gently with him, she adored him. Lance was pretty much convinced that Blue was the only animal that didn't show trepidation against him. He loved her for that. She chose him. Blue was special. So when Nyma took her from him, he was so upset that he stormed into her place, took Blue back, and called things off. But that was all in the past. They're chill now. (Although the only other animal that seems to stand him was Hunk's cat, Yellow. His friend got her a little after Blue walked into his life. Yellow was scared of Lance. She always tried to get Hunk away from him and would never allow Lance to get close to her. After a while, she seemed to get use to him. Maybe it was the fact Lance was usually around her owner and never seemed to do harm. Or maybe it's because she stopped seeing him as a threat. Whatever it was, Lance was grateful for it. Although she still got stiff and rigid whenever he would go to pet or touch her.)

Now, his other friend Rolo. Rolo was a rock nymph. He's a pretty chill and layback guy. He and Nyma are best friends. They also own a little robot named Beezer. Although now it's usually with Rolo now-a-days. Since Nyma owns a potions shop (disguised as an herb and tea shop to normal people) she doesn't want Beezer to knock everything over. Likewise, Rolo owns a mechanic repair shop, so having Beezer around is useful.

Which leads back onto how Lance does his thing. At first, he didn't want to 'hunt', so he'd go so long without human blood that he'd just blackout. Only to wake up the next day to uncover blood all over him and discover a copse nearby. Being in a place that was unfamiliar to him. After this repeating a few times (aka, 4 times in four months) he decided it was probably a good idea to seek help from his new found friends. Together they conjured up a plan of some sort, or an arrangement per se. Nyma would eraser and/or replace the memories of his 'victim'. And Rolo would use some type of healing rock to get rid of the marks Lance makes and help with putting the person back where they belong. This worked well for a while, but Nyma got busier and instead had to give Lance a memory potion to do her job. All Lance had to do was make the person drink it at some point, before or after he fed. Life went on and everything for the most part was fine. Lance was grateful for the fact that blood can last in the body for about a month. Which is a great convenience for him; he only had to pull this shit once a month.

That's how he got by without attacking people; this was his little clever fool-proof plan that never really went wrong. And technically nothing did go wrong this time around. To Lance's credit, this wasn't an error he made. This was just Keith being Keith. And quite frankly, that was unacceptable.

Oh, yes right. Let me start at the beginning. Lance had successfully lured a woman in. His door was locked and he was drinking the crimson liquid in his kitchen, a black trash bag laid beneath them, as not to get the blood on the floor. At that moment, he heard what seemed to keys jingling and the sound of a door being flung open. The sounds didn't really sink in as he was too preoccupied at the moment. But the loud audible gasp snapped him right out it. He quickly unhinged his fangs from the lady's neck at looked at Keith with an 'oh shit' expression. Keith looked back at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. Shit, he thinks I'm a cannibal or something. "You're...you're a vampire?" Lance almost face palmed, had it not been for the fact he was using his arms to hold the woman upright. Oh course. He thought, slightly amused. How can I forget? Keith's a firm cryptid believer. Oh course he thinks I'm a vampire. Well- I mean, I am, he's not wrong. But still... Before anything else could be said, Keith started to make a mad dash towards the door. Unfortunately for him, Lance had longer legs and could go way beyond human speeds. In a matter of seconds, Lance had dropped the lady and was in front of him. He shut the door and knocked Keith out via a pressure point before he even had a chance to take out his dagger to defend himself. What a shame really, dude had so much more potential. And just when he thought he was starting to like him. Oh well, time to call his buds. He screwed up. Maybe he should call Shiro while he's at it? Nah, afterwards. He's pretty sure his friends would just get more upset if he dragged another human into this mess.

Well, this day's just going great, isn't it? Lance thought bitterly. Time to make some short-notice phone calls.

-time skip-

"What!" Nyma exclaimed. She rubbed her temples in an effort to smooth the headache she felt coming along. "Why did he have a key to your house?! I thought you said he annoyed you?" she growled, clearly not in the mood for mishaps.

"He doesn't." Lance shook his head as he replied. "It's just that he also knows that I keep the spare key under the left side flower pot." A 'whoopsies' look went across his face as he talked. His smile was uncertain and nervous.

Nyma face palmed, but quickly regained her posture. She needed to be calm in this situation. No need for her to get all angry. On the other hand, this whole situation was amusing to Rolo. He couldn't help but chuckle as he held a yellow translucent stone to the unconscious lady's neck. It emitted a soft yellow glow upon her now pale skin. The two puncture marks slowly started to close up, leaving no trace of any scars. He pocketed the stone and turned towards his friends. "So, ya want me to take Mrs. Jane Doe back while you two fix-" he gestured towards Keith laying unconsciously on the living room floor, "...this?"

"Sure." Nyma replied. "Lance used the entirety of the potion on this one," she pointed at the lady with one of her three fingers, "so I'll have to take and replace his memories manually."

"Hey! In my defense, you only gave me enough for one person."

"Ah, true. I did. Didn't take into account that something like this would happen. Thought you'd be better than this." Nyma shook her head and crouched down to start the spell. Lance opened his mouth with a raised arm, but closed it and shrugged back instead. Prompting to sit down beside Nyma. There was no time to argue. She hummed, then placed both hands over Keith while Rolo left through the back door to put the woman in his passenger seat of his truck. He then went off into the night. She closed her eyes and began chanting in a language Lance didn't recognize. Maybe it was Latin, he had absolutely no idea. Nor was knowing what language it was held any practical importance to him. Purple light from intricate circles began to form below Nyma's hands, casing a soft purple glow on Keith's body. Had it not been for the slow rise and fall of his chest, Lance would have mistaken him for a dead body. He shivered. He definitely didn't want that, Shiro would hate him forever and ever. And a dead Keith isn't a good Keith. He liked their friendship, thank you very much. Bricking and all alike. Beside, while Shiro maybe be his idol; he's known Keith for years. While he's only known Lance for a little under a year. He's pretty sure he knows exactly what's going to happen if that's the case. He'll kill me. Lance swallowed a lump in his throat just thinking about it. While Shiro is strong, he's not as strong a vampire (although maybe Hunk is...) but that prosthetic arm of his was basically a weapon. He really didn't want to be on the other end of its fury.

-time skip AGAIN-

Nyma had finished up the spell and helped Lance move Keith over to the couch. He was still out cold. Lance was starting to worry actually; he's been out for too long. He should've woken up by now or at the very least stirred a bit. But Nyma reassured him that the spell just knocked him out all over again, and that he should wake up sometime in the morning. "I'm going to call Rolo to tell him to go home, and I'll just teleport back." She smiled at him as she glanced to the sleeping figure on the couch. "You should probably call his boyfriend to pick him up. Makes it easier than him waking up at your place."

"Uhhh, ok. But...but what did you replace his memories with?" Lance couldn't help but ask.

"Huh?" She looked up from making the large white intricate circles beneath her. "Oh! Well, there doesn't seem to be any type of vehicle around so I'd assumed he walked over here. Basically, he went over to your place, had a few drinks with you and had Shiro pick him. Remember, he fell asleep on the bed; so tell your friend to put him there or his brain will pick up on the inconsistencies when he wakes. Bye Lance! Good luck!" Nyma finished off her explanation with a sing-song tone as the white light engulfed her. It faded and she was nowhere to be seen. Whether or not she was taunting him or being genuine; he couldn't decipher. The one thing he was sure of is that he needed to call his bud. At...12o'clock at night. Wow, time goes by fast, he could have sworn it was only 10o'clock a few minutes ago...

Lance walked over to his home phone, picked it up and punched in Shiro's number.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Come on, come on. Pick up!

Ring! Ring! Ri-!

"Hello?" A tried voice filed through the speaker. Lance let out a sigh of relief. Thank God. He thought.

"Yo! Shiro! My man, I got some bad news for you." Lance cut right to the chase. He didn't need to beat around the bush. His friend already knew his secret. There was no time for teetering or white lies. Also he was tired, he wanted to go to sleep.

"What is it?" Shiro sounded more awake and serious. "Did something happen? Are you hurt?" He questioned.

"Yes and no." The other man didn't reply, so Lance continued. "So apparently, Keith really needed to see me immediately but I was...uhhh...drinking...who know." Lance waved a hand in the air as if the person he was talking to could see, "And uhhh, he knew where the spare key to my house was and kinda just let himself in. And ummm. You know what? Long story short, I knocked him out and you need to pick him up. I'll tell you the full details when you get here."

"..."

"Uhhh, Shiro?"

Click-!

"What? Huh?" He hung up on me. He's probably mad... "Ah, now that's just great." Lance placed the phone back on its receiver and made-way towards the couch. Huh, it felt kinda weird to have someone like Keith asleep on your couch. He looks all peaceful and calm right now, but when he's awake, that's a whole different story. Lance sat down by Keith's head. He reached out to brush some the boy's bang out of his face. "You fucked up." He whispered. "And now I won't know what the heck you came here for until maybe tomorrow." Lance grumble. "Jesus Keith, there's a thing called calling people. I know you have a phone. I've seen it." He glanced back at the entrance to the kitchen. He suddenly recalled they had all forgotten to clean up. "Shit!" Lance slipped off the couch and made good acquaintance with the floor.

-time skip for the 3rd time-

Lance unlocked and opened the front door when he heard knocking. He had already cleaned everything up and made a cup of coffee for himself. As excepted, Shiro was on the other side of the door, looking both worry but mad at the same time. That is a hard expression to pull off. "Hey Sh-" Lance tried to casually greet his friend, but the man simply walked pass him. "Oh, well geez." he mumbled. "Hi." He closed the door and walked over to the couch where Keith lay.

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine. Just unconscious." Lance watched as Shiro kneeled besides the couch to inspect Keith of any injuries. He couldn't help but to feel slight tingle of hurt in his chest. While he understood why Shiro was doing this, he still couldn't push that feeling down. Face it, you're a monster. He's scare of you, he's weary. Shut up, I know. Lance snapped back at his thoughts. He already had enough inner demons when he was alive. The new ones that came with being a vampire were a knock to the chest when they decide to surface. Shiro then proceed to check Keith's neck. He didn't check for a plus, no. He was checking for bite marks. Lance felt the hurt quickly turn into anger. He clenched his fist, slightly barring his teeth. "I didn't bite him if that's what you think." Lance hissed thought his teeth. "I would never do that to any of you, you know that."

His friend looked a little surprised at his words. "I'm sorry, I know. I just..." His eyes were anywhere but on him.

Lance released the grip he had. His features soften. "No, it's fine. I get it. I'm undead, you can't trust me."

"Lance, that's not—"

He held up a hand in a 'stop' gesture. "Look, I made some coffee, how about we just go into the kitchen and I can tell you what happen. And don't worry about Keith waking up; he shouldn't be up until morning."

Shiro slowly got and raised an eyebrow. "And you know this how...?"

Lance shrugged as he walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. "My other friends were here earlier." He grabbed his cup and took a sip of the lukewarm beverage. Shiro looked confused; opening his mouth to ask a question. "They're like me." Lance beat him to it. He knew what he was going to say. "But they're not vampires." He set his cup down. "One's a magic user, so she used a spell on him. Now, before you ask anything. Let me explain." Lance's somber mood suddenly lifted as he quickly asked the next part. "Also, this might take a while, do you want a cup? It's black and bitter." He swayed his cup back and forth to show the dark liquid.

Shiro shook his head. "No, I'm fine. I think I can stay awake for this."

Lance leaned back into his seat as the other man took his. A grin started to form on his face. "Suit yourself. More for I guess." He took another sip, his gaze averted.

The older man's face scrunched up. "That much caffeine isn't good for you." Lance looked at him for a second, before laughing. Shiro felt his face heat up at the realization of his mistake. "Ummm, sorry, I-" he stuttered. Lance waved him off as he wiped away at non- existent tears.

"Man, chill. That's hilarious. Your parental senses were tingling." Lance sighed as his laughter died down. "Ok, but seriously. This started about 2 hours ago..."