Alright guys, time for a long ass explanation. So, this is literally my favorite fanfiction, my second favorite is Of Monster and Men. Anyway, so…I was writing two chapters for this; planed a third one but apparently I never got that far? And uhhh…basically something happen to my phone (I type almost all of my stuff in my phone's notes.) and it went out of commission. My brother kept saying he'll get it fixed sO FUCKING 8 MONTHS LATER HE FINALY TAKES ME TO A TECH PLACE. The tech guy there was not help, so I found a way in which I'm pretty sure will fix my phone. (Haven't tried it yet, but I will.)

So 2 days ago my mother made me send some photos from her phone to my email, so I can post a photo on my Facebook to win a church contest ($100 prize). It's taking a while to send because she has 1,000+ mails and of course, my mother has no patience.

I'm telling her to wait and refresh the page a bunch of times, then, by accident and annoyance I click notes in my email.

My old fucking notes from my phone were there.

I started hand-flapping and that stim stuff some people do when they're really excited or upset.

I'm one of those people who do that (because I stim a lot in general; hell I started chewing on my chew-necklace when I started to calm down a bit), so you bet I was hand-flapping and giggling and jumping up and down.

So, I really like this story, so I've been writing for these two all whole lot these past few days and yeah…I'll finish the next one tomorrow. So expect the next one to be posted soon. :)

Old A/N:

Ok, this idea randomly popped into my head and I had to write it. Expect more supernatural based chapters in the future!

By the way, everyone's at a café in the beginning of this chapter. Here's how they're sitting.

Hunk Shiro Keith

Table

Lance Matt Pidge

Keith and Pidge are against the wall, Shiro and Matt are in the middle of their row, and Lance and Hunk are at the outside edge.

Keith leaned into the table, giving his friends an annoyed look. "I'm telling you, something's stalking me. I can feel it watch me at night." His plate of fries remain untouched as he talks, his cup of chocolate milkshake shares the same faith.

"Are you so sure about that?" Pidge snickered at Keith's proposal. If someone is stalking her friend, Keith could easily kick their ass. And if not, Shiro definitely could. "You might want to gather more evidence of that."

Shiro picked up Keith's drink to take a sip. He already finished his tea and was parched. "If it makes you feel any better, you can stay over at my place for the time being." He set down the pastel purple cup.

Keith shrugged at his boyfriend's offer. "Maybe. I kinda want to catch this person." He leaned back into the cushion of his seat and picked up one of his fries. It was ketchupless but not saltless.

Lance huffed. "Why would someone be stalking you? You're not exactly exciting to watch."

Matt looked up from the newspaper crossword puzzle he was doing. He raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" He added.

"You know what's that's supposed to mean." Lance playfully shot back. He nudged his boyfriend with his elbow.

"No, I really don't. Please elaborate." Matt folded his hands and casted aside his newspaper and pencil.

A groan came from the Cuban boy and Keith chuckled. He was about to add his own snarky comment. Unfortunately, Hunk finished his food, wiped his face, and spoke before him. "Man that's creepy. Did you hear them at your house or something?"

A flame lid up behind Keith's eyes. Finally somebody sounded convinced... "Exactly! I heard something—or someone—taping on my window last night. I stayed awake for most of the night. I was too paranoid to go back to sleep."

Now Shiro was starting to look concern. Pidge on the other hand, seem to light up with interest. "If that's the case," she leaned in, pushing up her glasses up a bit, a grin on her features. "I'll be more than happy to install some hidden cameras around your apartment for you."

Keith wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "Thanks but no thanks. I like my privacy."

This time Lance leaned on his hand, elbow against the table. "Well, if that bothers you so much, why don't you get someone to stay with you? Take shifts to see if one of you can catch the stalker if he-uh, they, come tonight." Lance expected a witty remark from Keith, or a rebound comment about how his suggestion was flawed, instead Keith nodded.

"Sure, why not?"

Oh.

"So my dream started with me waking up in bed, because, you know, inception and stuff.—" There was a pause. "And for some reason, I let my hand dangle over the side of my bed. Like- just over the edge. And I felt hair on the floor. I don't know what dream me was thinking, but I just started to pet it? It was weird."

"Dude, you what?" Que the laughing.

"Dude, shhhhh! Let me finish. Anyway, so like, after a while an old lady randomly popped out from under my bed and-"

"She popped out from under your bed?"

"Lance..."

"Right, sorry. Go on."

"She basically asked me what I was doing in a mean tone. And dream me was so shocked about this, I didn't say anything. So then she yelled at me to not touch her. So then I asked her what she was doing under my bed. Her replied was 'I'm trying to sleep here, now leave me alone!' And then she went under my bed and I ran to my parents. I told them what happened and my dad gets a baseball bat and goes to my room to see. But of course she's not there! But there's still some long white strands of hair. I point that out, but he brushes me off and calls me crazy. So the dream goes to the next day when I'm trying to go to sleep, but this time I see the lady's toes. So I poke her and ask that she leaves. And I remember at this part I wasn't even sacred, I was just annoyed. But the lady blows up on me because I touched her, and she keeps yelling at me that she's trying to sleep. So I get my dad again, and she's not there. But the third times the charm."

"It's the kicker, huh?"

"More or less man."

"How does it go down?"

"Well, I saw most of her arm just sticking out so instead of touching her, since that seemed to make her ago away, I went directly to my parent's room. With my dad and his bat, we both saw her there still. So we pull her out and tried to wake her up."

"Did she?"

"No."

"What then?" Lance wrinkled his nose. He wanted to know how his friend's story ends.

"She wouldn't wake up so we thought she was dead. Dream me had this bright idea of throwing her out the window."

"Holy shit." Lance wheezed. "Dream you wanted to do what?"

"You heard me." He grinned and laughed at Lance's amusement. But it was pretty funny he guessed. "Right when we were going to throw her out my window, she woke up, sat up, hissed at us, and she freaking crawl on all four like a demon out of my room."

He scoffed. "Well that's not creepy at all." Lance comments, sarcasm stained his voice. "Did she leave through the window?"

"Nope."

"What?"

"She went out the door."

"Your door?"

"Yup."

"Hunk, why do you have dreams like this?"

"I don't know man. Dontcha think if I knew that variable, I would stop myself from doing it?"

"That's true man. Anyway, thanks for calling me up. I appreciate the company, but I think it's time you go to sleep."

"Yeah maybe. You need to go to sleep too."

"I got it-"

"No. I mean it Lance." Hunk's tone was firm and serious. "I know you've been having problems with sleeping for a while, and you can seemingly get little to no sleep and still function; although I'm pretty sure your secret is that you just crash in the middle... Anyway! You know what I mean. Please don't try to do this night shift thing by yourself, I know how you act. Even if it's for Keith's sake so he can catch up on sleep, no. Don't. Wake him up in an hour."

Lance blinked. Oh, he didn't think Hunk would say that so fast, but then again, he didn't exactly except Hunk to throw him the bone. "Uhhh, sure. But I'm pretty sure Pidge does that to." He complained/counteracted.

"But Pidge gets all groggy and grumpy for the entire day. You don't, if anything. You seem more on edge. Don't act like I haven't noticed Lance."

Lance winced at his friend's serious tone and actuations that; were terribly true. "Yeah, sorry. It's been a bad habit. I didn't think anyone would notice. Guess I was wrong. Ha ha." He awkwardly chuckled, not really knowing what to say and hoping the conversion wouldn't lead to questions he couldn't answer or didn't necessarily want to answer.

"Lance, just promise me you'll actually do shifts." Hunk voice became a softer tone, one Lance was used to him using.

"Yeah...uhh, I promise bud. Sorry I worried you there."

"If you're really sorry, you'll stop doing it."

Lance took in a breath. Hunk meant business; he was really giving him the straight talk, wasn't he? Hunk must be really worried to get to this state…suddenly Lance felt bad for making his friend worry over him like this. "Yeah...I'll. Yeah, sorry. Bye Hunk." His friend bid him a good night and ended the call. Lance shut off his phone and pocketed the small device. He laughed bitterly. Of course someone noticed his erratic sleep patterns. But how long had Hunk noticed, was it just a few weeks, months? Oh whatever, it didn't matter. Lance would just say things that would make his friend chalk it up to stress. It wasn't that hard to lie about it. He was used to it after all. His life required a lot of lying now, even more so than before! He sighed. While he knew he was just probably going to stay up all night (he didn't require as much sleep as he used too), if he didn't wake up Keith, the man would surely tell it to the others. Thus, letting Hunk find out he didn't carry out his promise. On the other hand, that didn't mean his couldn't stay up for an extra two more hours.

-time skip-

The next two hours were actually terribly uneventful. Nothing happened within that time frame. The night was cold, the wind blew, and it was mind numbingly boring. This surprised Lance a bit. He thought something would happen, anything really. Not even an animal passed by, well not anything too big, like a dog or something. "Uhhh, screw it. I'll wake up Keith." Lance walked over to his friend's bedroom and slowly opened the door. There, in bed, lay Keith. Soft moonlight illuminated his silhouette. And of course, a knife was laying on his nightstand. How do I wake Keith up without him stabbing me? Oh, I got it! "Keith!" Lance yelled in a panicked tone. Said person leaped from his bed and fell to the floor instead. His sheets intertwined with his arm as he descended and made friends with the carpeted floor.

"Fuck!" Keith cursed as he hit the floor. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the little lighting there was. He let out that growl as he did when he was mad... "Lance, what the fuck?!" The other boy didn't respond, he was laughing too hard at the action he caused the other to do.

"Holy shit!" Lance said between breaths. "You should've seen yourself!" He wiped away the forming tears in his eyes. This was just too hilarious to him. Unfortunately, by this point, Keith had picked himself up and made way towards Lance. Then he elbowed the darker skinned boy in the gut. Lance went down. "Ack!"

The next day Lance was doing this again, but this time Hunk was with him, he had insisted to go first, but Hunk beat him too it. An hour later he was taking the next shift. In those next three hours he heard things. House noises, late night bird calls, flying insects. All those things of sorts. Once again, it was boring. Disgruntled but slightly reveled at the prospect of nothing actually being there, he went over to wake Keith up for his shift. That's when he heard the rustling of something in the bushes. He was too excited to wait for himself to feel the presence of the person; who cared if they were human or not. He quickly went out back and headed toward the bushes. Man, was he glad for the whole 'can't hear vampires walk' thing. He pocked his ring to remain silent to the stalker. Unexpectedly, the stalker was really short, and seemed to be putting something on the outer-wall. Lance took a few big strides towards the intruder. At this point his night vision finally kicked in. Damn, why does everything have to take a while to kick in? The person didn't even notice him. It was at this moment that Lance realized three things about this person. They were wearing all black, they were human, and they're putting something that resembles a camera on the wall. "What the fu-"

The poor boy didn't even get to finish his sentence as the person yelped and spun around on their heels. "Oh my God!" The person oddly squeaked. They looked up at the taller figure looming over them; a black silhouette against the ever weakening moonlight.

Lance thought he would have to fight the person, or maybe give them a good scare. Instead, the Cuban boy found himself internally panicking as he shoved his hand into his pocket so he could slip back on his ring.

Standing before him, was none other than his smart-Alexis of a friend; Pidge.

-time skip-

It turned out that Pidge had come over to put hidden cameras to catch the person on tape. So, now Keith, Hunk, Pidge, and Lance were all awake and were sitting in Keith's living room for the time being. This meant Hunk and Pidge were talking about the cameras she had brought with her; because of course they weren't normal cameras. No, they were homemade ones from her house. 'Screw store-bought cameras, mines are better.' She had stated earlier.

"For the last time Pidge. No, you cannot use your cameras. Feels way to weird knowing there's cameras watching you at home." Keith rubbed at his arms to show a chilling feeling as he talked, while Pidge's response was to simply frown and pout.

"Well, it's not like the government's going to see it! It's just me! And maybe Matt if he snoops through my computer, but I highly doubt that." Her counterargument had a point but her friend still shook his head at her. "Besides, they're going to be outside of your place, not inside." She added on.

In a sighing state of defeat, Hunk ran a hand through his hair and groaned in shame at his two friends trying to get their point through too each other. "Guys. Let's just go with Lance's idea. It's only been two days?" He reminded them. "We're not going to get any immediate results. So please wait and Pidge. Your camera idea is smart, but it's still creepy regardless." His smile was sheepish at best.

Keith nodded at Hunk's words while the computer genius gasped in false betrayal. "Why I never-!" She sputtered. Lance couldn't help but laugh at her comment. He loved it when Pidge was being extra. Soon, his friends join him. Laughter was contagious after all.

On day three Shiro and Matt had volunteered this time around. Once again Lance was also there. Unfortunately, this combination of people equaled three people not doing their job. For instant, Shiro was standing watch, or at least trying too. It was a little too distracting with the fact Lance and Matt were sucking each other's face. Seriously, they were supposed to be doing a stake out, so why are they making out?

"Guys. For the love of God, get your hands off each other. You're like horny teenagers." Shiro mused. He was in the presence of Matt and Lance of all people; he could speak like this if he wanted.

Not surprisingly, Matt was the one to respond first. "Isn't that what we kinda are?" The comment earned him a light smack on the head from the lanky boy beneath him. "Ow! I was only joking!"

"I know." Lance laughed as his boyfriend huffed at him. He shook his head and looked towards his friend. "Hey, Shiro." Said man looked in the direction of the vampire. "You say you wanted to ask me something earlier?"

"Oh yeah!" Shiro had almost forgotten. He was too focused on the whole 'watch out' thing that he had completely forgotten about the question lingering in his head for the past few days. "You don't mind me asking now?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

Lance shrugged. "Sure why not?" He exchanged a few whispers between Matt that Shiro couldn't pick up on. The glasses wearing boy removed himself from the spot on Lance's lap and plotted himself down on the floor next to him. "Ask away human." A smug grin crossed his face as he got himself in a more comfortable position.

You're hu—were human. You don't have to call me that. "Shiro is fine. You don't have to be so formal." Shiro decided he was going to humor him. There was a snicker and a sigh from the other two. "So, Lance." Said person looked up to face him. "You mention that you had friends who were, 'like you'. Have I ever met these people?"

His friend's eyes widen with humor. "Of course you have." He laughed a bit, as if it was funny to him. "You guys have met them, but Hunk isn't too fond of them I should say."

"What?"

"Shiro, he means Rolo and Nyma. I don't know how many times you've met them, but I have enough times that I figured out before Lance even told me they weren't human." Matt interrupted their conversation.

"How so?"

Matt readjusted his glasses before speaking. "They have...quirks." His voiced slipped on the last word.

Lance laughed besides him. "Yeah, that's one way to put it."

"Rolo and Nyma? Them? Weren't they your friends who asked Hunk to fix a car?"

"Truck." Lance corrected.

Shiro nodded. "May I ask what they are?"

The vampire shrugged and leaned forward. "Sure, Nyma a witch and Rolo's a rock nymph. But the weird thing about Nyma is her species."

"I thought you said she was a witch. Isn't that common?"

"Kinda? She is a witch. Although witch isn't a species thought. My sister could become a witch if she really tried. Regardless, she would still be human thought." Matt threw the explanation quicker than Hunk's cat would scramble to her food bowl. "While Nyma is labeled as a witch, she's still a type of...monster?" Matt drew out the last word as if he wasn't sure it how to phase it properly. He looked over at Lance for confirmation.

"Oh, you're fine." Lance waved him off. "She is a type of monster, but so am I." Lance kissed his teeth before continuing. "She's what you call a house monster." He disclosed this information in a matter-of-fact tone.

"House monster?" Shiro's mind wandered into his imagination, not quite picturing what they were trying to explain. "You mean like..." He didn't finish his sentence and opted for grunting in confusion instead.

Lance nearly giggled. It's not often that you see Shiro confused, and the sight of such is downright hilarious. "Umm," he began, coughing to stop himself from letting out a laugh, "basically, you know when you were a kid you were scared of monsters under your bed or in your closet?"

Shiro nodded slowly. Of course he was; who wasn't? Everyone had that fear as a kid and he was no exception to such. "Are you saying she's that type of monster? The ones that lives in your house?"

"Yeah, more or less!" Lance exclaimed with new-found enthusiasm from partially nowhere. "They're just there to scare little kids and lonely old people. Well, mostly at least. That's what they're supposed to do but, not all people are the same I guess." He shrugged at his own statement. "It's weird though, because she looks more like an alien if anything. But then again so does Rolo...I mean he's purple for fuck's sake."

"What?!"

Matt laughed at the exchange happening before him.

-time skip-

In the end, Matt was the one to hear the noise.

Shiro had passed out few hours ago. Technically speaking Matt's shift should've ended an hour ago, but he was...occupied, if you know what I mean.

When the noise actually happened, Lance wasn't tangled up with his boyfriend or anything; he was actually just staring at the wall. He later closed his eyes and thought about stuff so in turn, his brain blocked out the noise.

Point-in-case, only Matt heard it.

It was a rustling outside, a noise that mimicked closely to an animal's scavenging. Like, at a camp site or something. Matt perked up when he heard it. "Lance!" He leaned on his side to point the vampire in the back. Lance made a less-than-manly noise. "I hear something outside. Check it out." He jerked his thumb towards the large window.

Lance sighed; he rubbed at his neck and stood up." Alright, give me a moment, wake up Shiro and don't go out if I don't say so." Matt nodded at him and made-way over to Shiro. Lance swiftly exited the house and stood outside the window they had been looking out of earlier. His night vision kicked in moments after being outside. The dark was a welcoming place. Didn't mean he wanted to necessarily walk right in it. "Hello?" Lance called out to the darkness. He didn't feel a human's presence, it shoved him on edge. That could either mean two things, well three actually. A, there's an animal out here or B, a monster is out here with him and Lance was going to pick up its presence any moment now. Or C, Matt was pulling his leg. Hopefully it was the first one and not the latter.

Growl

Is that a hellhound? Lance whipped around to see…a calygreyhound… "Oh."

-time skip-

Lance walked back inside. The small calygreyhound trailed along behind him. It was absolutely adorable. "I think I just made a new friend." He joked with his hands in his pockets. There was not a soul outside except for the tiny calygreyhound. It didn't seem to be hostile and if anything it acted somewhat like an excited dog.

"What the fresh hell is that?" Matt took off his glasses and cleans the lens with his shirt. He put them back on his face and looked back at the small creature. "Seriously, Lance what is that?" He pointed at it for good measure.

"That, my dear Matt, is a calygreyhound. I did not even know they existed. I thought they were fictional?"

"You say that yet you're a vampire." Shiro chimed up, giving the creature a weird look. He was still in a sleepy daze, but once he heard breathing that wasn't his own or his friends, he woke up a little bit more.

It happened on the fourth day.

Pidge somehow convinced Allura to do the shifts with her. So, it was only those two this time around. Keith stopped actually helping with the shifts after day two. This would be fine, if it wasn't for the fact Lance was just being a teeny bit paranoid. Part of him was sure the calygreyhound was the thing stalking Keith. (Which he actually took home with him, it seems to get along with Blue, which is splendid in his option.) However there was still a small part of him that wasn't satisfied at his initial answer. He didn't want to stay for a fourth night; it would look much too weird. He had already volunteered for the last three days. Instead, he opted for watching the outside area of Keith's apartment; as a bat. Now, there were a few reason why he decided a bat would be suffice, first off, he's learned how to transform into a bat. Second off, this is basically an excuse to use that form as he rarely finds a need for it. Third off, it allowed him to use the surrounding vegetation as cover, so nobody would see him. It's going to be a long night tonight.

As mentioned above, Lance transformed himself into a bat and perched on a partially thick tree branch nearby one of Keith's windows. He had intentions to chill while he was at it. He tried not to eat anything in this form. Even though he was technically a vampiric bat, he still had the insatiable urge to devour insects. Honestly it was really gross. Now I'm starting to remember why I don't use this from that much. He mused, watching a few humans pass by from a distance and bugs going about their existence. Most of it was pretty uneventful; the highlight must have been that talking owl he met. The talking owl's name was George, and he used to be a human. In fact he was an immigrant from Mexico; he was like…in his 30s or something. He had a ex-girlfriend who apparently dabbled in black magic and after freaking out over the fact she turned a fork into a frog, he tried to break things off, which she was not happy with that. "You have been an owl ever since? Man, that's weird. I'm just a turn-like, vampire turn. I'm doing a stake out at the moment."

"Yeah little one, people are crazy. One day you are human, the next day you wake up and you're not."

"I know how that feels." If Lance could frown, he would, he merely waited for a response from his talking buddy.

"It's so nice to be able to talk to someone in my native tongue. Most people I find that will talk to me don't understand Spanish."

"Ha, I am just as surprised as you are George." They chit-chatted for a few hours before George claimed he needed to hunt a bit before heading back to his nest. They said their goodbyes and decided to meet up next Tuesday at a park. As the much larger owl left (Lance wasn't that big as a bat) Lance waved to the best of his ability. He waited a little while longer. Comfortable with his initial assumption that the calygreyhound was the being stalking Keith; he was ready to leave and maybe sleep for a couple hours before the dawn comes up and sprinkles its beautiful colorful lights onto the sky. Unlucky for him, faith had other plans up its metaphorical sleeve.

He heard it before he smelled it.

A classical crushing of dry dead leaves alerted him to somebody being in a close proximity. Then, he could smell it. Ugh, everything has to smell like death and decay, huh? While the odor wasn't one of rot, it was foul. Although, he wasn't sure if that was his heighten senses or just the fact this thing is just really smelly. Regardless somebody was here and they… "Holy shit." Werewolf. It's a fucking werewolf. Great! If this isn't cliché; I don't know what is. What does a werewolf of all things want with Keith anyway?! The figure came into his line of vision and his instinct to protect his friends manifested. He snarled as he glided down to the thing, trying to get it away from the window and down the alley, or any alley nearby. Either one will do for him. The werewolf swatted at him and continued forward. Damn it! Pay attention to me, I'm annoying. Lance looped around and settled for biting the thing's ear, hopefully that will bother it enough to pursue him; which it did. Aw yes! He then flew right into a wall. He screeched as he plopped onto the unsanitary concrete. The werewolf jumped up and clasped their hands together in a fist, intending on smashing his small form. Shit, they meant business. Lance managed to roll out of the away in time and get himself airborne again. He flew down a block and as such entered a different alleyway from the one he was just in. If he was going to fight, he probably shouldn't fight in the same alley with a window his friends could look out of. He perched on a ledge with flower pots and willed himself to change. He rolled on the floor as he shifted back into his human form. By the time he was done, the werewolf was standing ominously in the exit. Its arms were to its side, the ragged breathing was hideous. Lance slowly stood up, because he was still pretentious as ever. And he finally got a good look at this thing. It was leaner that he thought it would be, shorter too if that counted for anything. Hell, this thing didn't even smell that bad. It's kind of a joke on the other side that werewolves smell terrible. Which varies case to case in all actuality, however dogmen smell horrendous, proven fact; end of story. "What, you're not a werewolf; you're a werecat!" Lance pointed accusatorily at the beast. It chuckled and dashed up to him. "You're new, aren't you?" Lance questioned, he slipped off his ring and shoved it into the bottom of his pocket. Wouldn't want to be losing that, now would he? Besides, he wanted to look like a vampire, he wanted to look scary.

Definitely a newbie. Lance almost wanted to pity the thing. It was a werecat. He or she wasn't very strong, however they were quite androgynous. Even though they spoken, Lance still couldn't differentiate their gender yet, but that didn't really matter. "You imbecile. You realize why werewolves are always being compared to vampires? It's because they can match our strength, but you?" He let out a laugh as he dodged a kick. "You're a cat. You don't cut it. A dogman might, but you're almost a joke." While speaking the last sentence his opponent swung a fist at him. He caught it and shoved them back. "Why are you stalking my friend? Is he prey to you? Do you work for somebody?" Lance walked menacingly and silently over to the body on the floor. "Answer me." He growled. Appearances are everything; one must maintain it in order to survive. Or in this case, get the information he desperately craved. Lance could act; he can act as long as he needed to. He's doing this for the safety of his friends. That's all that mattered. At this moment his foot was pressed against the werecat's chest. It was almost funny too think that a human could easily be overpowered by one of these things, but to him they were easy prey. A part of him felt appalled at his behavior. The other half didn't care; this was necessary in this situation.

"He was around one late night. I just thought-I."

"You thought what?!" Cue a grip by the neck.

"I was intrigued by his looks."

"Mesmerized." Lance whispered to himself. He dropped the werecat and slipped out to block the entrance. "That's seems innocent enough. I understand, I really do. Sometimes we just get infatuated by humans; however…you brought my friends into this." He bared his teeth, fangs out. His hands were balled into fists and he had a dangerously low tone. "You must understand. You're a threat now. I have to get rid of you."

"I didn't know, please! If I had known that he was a vamp's property I would've nev-"

"They're not my property!" That made him lose his cool and his bloodlust was just leaving repulsive kisses up his neck and whispering in his ear. Saying that this thing's life is worthless, that he should look at how they acted. Look at them; they were so cocky and confident, boastful even. Now look at them. Begging. How disgusting. They don't deserve to live. However this isn't what prompted him to rid the world of its presence, no he held onto the excuse that they were a threat; a threat that need to be neutralized. At once.

-Time Skip to the next day-

Matt sat back into the couch at his house. "So you killed it?" He took a sip of his hot chocolate.

Lance nodded for confirmation. "Yeah, basically. Drank a little of its blood too." He made a bitter face. "Made a mental note not to do that again. It was so disgusting." He whispered the end of it. Matt laughed at his action and inquired what he did with the body. "Oh, the body?" Lance repeated, he shifted to lay his head on Matt's lap. The smaller male allowed him to do it and placed his cup down. "I dragged its body to the nearest portal. You know how I told you there's one nearby Keith's place?" A hum came from Matt. "Yeah, I used that one. Basically went to this cemetery like placed and buried them there."

"Why didn't you just dump them there?" At this point, his fingers with intertwined through Lance's hair. Just combing and generally messing around with it.

Lance pursed his lips. "Cause," he stared, "if I just dumped them there that would make people ask questions. Things work so weirdly on the other side." He complained and turned over, letting his arm dangled over the side of the couch.

Old A/N:

The dream sequence Hunk talked to Lance about is actually a dream Jessii Vee talks about in one of her newer videos. Here's a link. (Sorry, I just love her and had to do this! ~) Whoops!

New A/N: The video is called The Creepy Woman Under My Bed - Dreamtime