Laxus woke up on the couch feeling dizzy. He slowly comprehended the events of last night and placed a palm on his head, groaning as he forced himself on his feet. He met the vampire last night. And he let him take a bite, didn't he? Laxus dragged his feet to the little bathroom and flipped the lights on.

The lights flickered. He focused his vision and stared into the mirror. It still had a noticeable crack in it from one of his incidents he couldn't remember. He looked at his neck, feeling his skin in search of a wound but there was none. Laxus nodded to himself. Nothing was different. He lost blood for sure but he had to have replenished it without issue and healed immediately after the bite. All of this and yet he knew there was no hiding from the witch.

He showered, threw clothes on and finally looked at the clock. It was already 10:30AM. She'd kill him, he thought. He brushed it off and headed out the door.

It was drizzling. He didn't bother with an umbrella but the crisp autumn wind drove him to wear some kind of jacket. Laxus looked down at his phone to see he'd received an abundance of texts from Mirajane. "Where are you? I'm at the cafe already." "Are you even awake?" "You idiot, just meet me at my apartment when you wake up." "...Hey that guy you were talking about didn't show up today. You didn't scare him off did you?"

Fuck. Of course it was a wild guess but the moment she sees his eyes she'll figure out everything. Laxus rolled his eyes as, shoving his cell phone in his pocket and putting on his earbuds, making his way towards Mirajane's.

Gajeel rested on his bed, staring at the ceiling in the darkened bedroom. He was hungry-not for blood, but for actual food. He couldn't bring himself to go to the cafe again. He considered going later, but he feared the risk of facing the werewolf again. What happened last night wouldn't leave his mind. Out of everyone he ran into he had to run into that guy.

He wished he wasn't a vampire. He always did. He hated having to drink blood and he hated not being able to step into sunlight without his skin burning. It was something Gajeel got used to, but watching everyone around him not have to deal with it made his chest ache. Finally he dragged himself out of bed and down to the living room, where his father was. He was half asleep, watching sports highlights on the television. It looked like it had just been set up, what with the chords and packaging still strewn about.

"Hey, kiddo," Metalicana grumbled sleepily, his eyes not opening to meet Gajeel's.

Gajeel didn't say anything back. He made his way to the kitchen, not expecting to find much. And there wasn't much; a carton of eggs half empty, milk, restaurant leftovers he was pretty sure was his father's, ham slices and cheese. Bitterly, he made a sandwich.

"Do anything last night?" Gajeel frowned when he heard the older man's voice from the living room.

"...no."

He heard shuffling and rolled his eyes when he realized Metalicana had stood up and was now making his way towards him. "You didn't find anything interesting?" He asked. "There's a cafe not far from here, Grandeeney said she liked it."

"I've been there already."

"Mmm," he nodded, "How about the park? I know there's a couple of guys down there who-"

"What the fuck am I supposed to do at a park?" Gajeel spat suddenly, his aggravation suddenly erupting, "I'm a vampire, old man. I haven't had blood in forever, I needed to get some by myself yesterday."

"You wha...ah, shit," Metalicana placed a hand over his face, more awake now than before, "You didn't kill anyone, did you?"

"No, I just...I'm fine, I got what I needed." Gajeel pushed past his father, sandwich in hand and made his way back to his bedroom. There was no way he would tell him he took someone's blood last night.

Metalicana didn't know anything about taking care of a vampire. Gajeel really had no clue what made the man think it'd be easy. It wasn't easy to just ask for blood in a neighborhood that isn't run by other vampires. Over the past three weeks he didn't see a single other vampire. Just himself. It would have bummed him out it it didn't otherwise relieve him.

His father got a lucky break; Gajeel wasn't like any other vampire. He was only half. From what he knew his mother was human. He knew nothing else about her. Being only part-vampire had some perks. He could see his reflection. He could eat normal food. He couldn't turn other people into vampires. There were only a few things that got in the way of living a normal life. The 'forgetting to drink blog before he loses his mind' issue is difficult, but then there's also sunlight, and having to cover up most of his body and carry an umbrella everywhere if there's even a hint of sunshine.

Then there's werewolves. He'd been raised to never even interact with them. He'd been told for most of his life that he'd never be able to fight against a werewolf on his own, and that he was too weak a vampire to even take out one. Gajeel had seen plenty of werewolves in his lifetime slain by other vampires just for trespassing, but he'd never attempted to fight one himself.

They had a history of disliking werewolves, and werewolves disliked vampires the same. A war between them happened centuries ago, but werewolves can't live that long to hold a grudge. Gajeel was only nineteen, and had no grudges, but he'd been raised to fear them if not hate them.

It didn't seem like Laxus was the same.

The door was swung open before Laxus could even knock. "Are you a crazy person?" Mirajane asked, pointing at Laxus' chest.

"What are you even talking about?" Laxus' eyebrows furrowed. Mirajane huffed.

"Don't play dumb with me," she said as she pulled the man in her apartment and shut the door, "You went looking for him last night, didn't you?"

"No," Laxus answered, "I just happened to run into 'im. I wasn't lookin' for anything. 'Sides, you know how I get when it's close to a full moon."

"That's what I was worried about, Laxus," She signed as she made her way towards the kitchenette, opening cabinets full of jars and spices until she pulled out a small glass container with a navy blue powder. Upon seeing it, Laxus frowned and sat on the small couch, slouching over.

He waited there as Mirajane quickly set up a drink, boiling water over the stove with a teapot and pouring it into a glass. She took two teaspoons of the powder and placed them into the glass, stirring the mixture until the water turned from a dark navy blue to a glowing royal. She took the warm glass and put it in Laxus' face. "Drink," she demanded.

With a glare in his face, Laxus took the drink and downed it. He swallowed it, wrinkling his nose at the texture and taste. It was a homemade elixir, the powder activated upon contact with hot water. He could feel his body relax as he drank it, relieved despite the awful flavor.

"That should keep you settled down until the full moon," She said as he finished, "I know you hate it but we can't have you freaking out the new guy with your 'huge-ego' side. Now," Mirajane sat next to him, leaning into his face, "Tell. Me. Everything."

"...Ugh," Laxus placed a hand over his head, "I let him take my blood."

"...You what?"

"It wasn't bad, it didn't even hurt," He clarified, "The guy was starving and running around the town so I-"

"You let him bite you, Laxus?" She looked at him with shock in her eyes.

"It's not going to do anything," Laxus groaned, "He said he couldn't...he can't turn people into vampires."

"He could've been lying! Though...I guess he didn't, you aren't showing any effects…that is quite strange," Mirajane backed up, sitting upright with a hand placed over her chin. She mumbled to herself, eyeing Laxus. There was no bite mark to be seen, and he looked just the way he did yesterday.

"That's what I'm saying, it's not that big of a deal, Mira...and his name is Gajeel."

Her face lit up suddenly. "You got his name?"

"That's all I got.

"Ugh, you dummy," She slapped his arm, "you should've gotten his number!"

"His num-what?" Laxus turned to her, his cheeks slightly red, "What do I need his number for? A minute ago you seemed suspicious of him."

She laughed, "Well yeah, but we need to know more about this guy! Maybe he's up to no good, maybe he's date-able after all?"

Laxus huffed. Date-able. At this point he shouldn't be surprised my Mirajane's suggestion; this wasn't the first time the witch had attempted to hook him up with someone. He was alone and only had a handful of friends, but Laxus preferred it that way. He really didn't want to look for a relationship, and he really didn't want anything to blow up in his face if he tried.

Her suggestion did make him think about it, though. He pictured being in a relationship with the vampire...it didn't look good in his head. In fact it was awkward just thinking about it. Not to mention he really knew nothing about Gajeel, and it didn't seem like Gajeel had a lot of trust in him. He looked down at Mirajane, who was leaned into Laxus again, eyebrows raised teasingly.

"Thinking about it?"

"Stuff it."