Oh boy, I watched the new Star Wars movie with my brother today. I had to rush finishing this because of my mother. -_-" Ugh, oh boy.

Old A/N:

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"Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery, but today you've caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure the "girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft" and I'm trying to figure out how to break it to you that we're on our way to a graveyard" AU

Snap his fucking neck. Was shamefully, but not unexpectedly Lance's first coherent thought when he was caught by the garden's owner. His thoughts tend to linger in more violent territory ever since…well you know what. You'd think that you'd get thoughts like these if you were a werewolf or harpy, but no. Apparently this applied to vampires as well. Yay.

"Uhhhh..." Lance's throat felt dry, he simply looked back at the older gentlemen before him.

The older man raised an eyebrow. "So..." The stranger drew out. "You're the flower theft." Shit. He noticed the missing flowers?! "Aren't you a young man? Why are you stealing them? You just like vandalizing my garden?" He took a step forward and Lance flinched as he did so.

Lance looked down at the white flowers he held in his hand. He finally stood up from his crouching position to look up at the flower's owner. No biggy, I'll just explain to him why I'm taking them and he'll just let me go. He can't hold me for this, right? It's just flowers. There's no law against talking somebody's flowers… Lance scratched the back of his head in nervousness, his glance averting the other person's. A sheepish smile was plastered on his face as he spoke. "I'm-I'm sorry sir. It's just that these look at lot like the flowers she tended to and—"

"Oh, so it's for a girl? I should've known. Why else would a young man like you be picking flowers?" The other man piped up, interrupting Lance mid-sentence. The man didn't look any older than his early 30's, with short black hair and stubble dusted across his chin.

"Ummm." Technically? Before the vampire could do anything, the man tilted his head.

"What's your name, boy?"

"Lance. Yours?"

"My name's Henry." He put and a hand for a handshake. Lance took it. "So, Lance. I hope you don't mind me tagging along. Because I wanna make sure this lady friend of yours is pretty enough to warrant flower theft."

Lance resided the urge to scowl at the man. He had the audacity to use the reasoning of 'pretty enough' as an excuse to follow him to his destination. How out right rude; although, they were in plain daylight. He couldn't do anything, and he shouldn't anyway. There wasn't enough reason to. He took a deep breath in and sighed. Ruining a hand thought his hair, he shrugged. "Fair enough man."

"Shall we?"

Lance simply nodded this time. He turned and starting walking away, footsteps followed behind him.

He led him down the normal path he took when trying to get to the place.

Okay, that was a lie. He didn't. His normal route leads right past a portal, so he obviously couldn't let the man see that or be near it for that fact. Besides, there was a gang of miscellaneous creatures whose turf was over there. While they didn't mind Lance passing by, they sure as hell would mind some random human. He's seen it before. They don't take kindly to such. And today Lance wasn't trying to get someone killed. It wasn't on his agenda; his agenda was to visit...

"Where are you taking me?"

The Cuban vampire felt his eye twitch and rightfully so. This man-Henry had the impertinence to ask him in such a manner—He's just asking out of fear. Calm down. Lance took a few breaths. This is supposed to be a somber moment for him, but this happening only puts him on edge. Only had him angry in the end and this time it wasn't directed at himself. "You'll see. I assure you, no funny business."

He heard a hum of approval behind him. "There better not be."

Lance turned to look at the man and have him a half-hearted smile. "This is the longer way. My usual route passes by a gang's turf so...this way it is."

Henry stopped in his tracks. "You're in a gang?" This skinny stick? In a gang? He looks like somebody who's in acrobatics if anything.

"What?" Lance stopped walking as well; he had a confused look for a second before the man's comment clicked in his brain. "Oh, no no no." He gestures for 'no' with his hands. The flowers he was still clutching swayed in his grip. A few petals flew off here and there, but all-around the flowers remained intact. "I just-." He thought for a moment and tried to find a reasonable excuse, he couldn't tell him the truth. The truth was a simple, 'they're scared of me and respect me'. That would be very concerning considering the fact he was talking to a human. "I, I helped one of their younger…homies once, so they'll chill with me." Yeah, that's sounds plausible. The other man simply looked at him with suspicion, his eyes narrow. Lance nearly rolled his eyes, but he controlled himself. He had much more discipline on himself ever since he'd turned. Sometimes…he even feels like his cheerfulness is inauthentic … This is not time to be thinking about that right now. But- Shut up. "May we continue?" Lance gestured to the path before him. Henry nodded and they went on their way.

Lance thinks it was around the time they walked along the blacken metal fence that seemed to stretch for miles; that Henry realized just what was going on. "This is an odd route to go to a gal's house." He joked, he sounded unsure, but it was obvious to Lance that he was trying to reinstate his idea.

Lance smiled bitterly. "I don't think I even know how to get to her place. I've never even been there before. However," he raised a digit in the air and glanced back, "I do know where to find her." His smile became more cheerful, as if only to humor himself. They entered through the gate into the cemetery. It was bleak as it was quite. The only sounds were of the wind, expects there were hardly any trees, leaving the only noises to be their footsteps or a car now and then. Henry remained quiet. Lance could hear his heartbeat slow down, the man wasn't sacred anymore…now he definitely felt something else. Lance wondered if the man felt his stomach drop as they entered. He wondered if he would say anything else. The lanky boy strode up to the gravestone; indented in it was the name Florona. Lance couched down and placed the white beauties next to a blue circular vase, filled with magenta n' pink flowers. The others must have visited recently. Indents of starfish embellished the gravestone. He took in a deep breath and sighed. "I'm sorry." It was but a whisper to himself. He didn't get to save her. He didn't realize the true problem until after she was eaten. He only knew her for a day and a half…but that was all the time he needed. He failed her and no matter how many times the others might insist that it was not his fault, that there was nothing he could've done, he can't help but to left himself feel guilty.

"I…I'm sorry. But please, just…buy flower instead of taking others from people's gardens. I," Lance could hear Henry shift besides him, "I won't be pressing any changes. You can sue people for anything now-a-days." He joked, looking back at the ground. "I'll take my leave now." He squeezed Lance's shoulder before walking off.

Lance sat, still sitting on the ground for a few more minutes. He should probably go home. He still needed to get ready for later. Plaxum, Blumfump, and Swirn were waiting for him.

He got up and grabbed the old shrived flowers from his last visit. Guess I have a mini story to talk about. He walked off and started back to his house. He could still see the other man in the distance. Man, that guy was slow.

Okay, so obviously the 'others' Lance refers to are Plaxum, Blumfump, and Swirn. Since they are Lance's other main monster friends besides Rolo and Nyma in this AU. And yes, Hunk did help with the Baku situation, however they erased his memories about all that because, well he's human, so yeah. Again, this chapter's ending was kinda rushed because of my mother this time around and not because of time like the last chapter. ^^;