Title: Lost In The Shadows 1: Don't Let The Dark Into Me
Series: The Sailor Moon Halloween Series
Author: Princess Destiny
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Couple: Usagi And Mamoru
Rating: M 15+
Summary: After a battle, both Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen are attacked by a vampire in separate incidents. Tuxedo Kamen realises what will happen to him, but Sailor Moon is oblivious to what she was savagely bitten by. Both must deal with their gradual changes into creatures of the night and wonder why they have a sudden uncontrollable attraction for their worst enemy...each other!
Couple: Usagi And Mamoru
Chapters: 2/2
Status: Completed
Year Completed: 2001

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The Sailor Moon Halloween Series

LOST IN THE SHADOWS 1:
DON'T LET THE DARK INTO ME

By Princess Destiny

Chapter Two

It had been close. Much too close.

Tuxedo Kamen paused on the roof of his apartment building and took a deep calming breath. He shook his head slowly, almost as if trying to deny what his mind was certain of. She had almost died again tonight! "Sailor Moon" his gloved hands clenched at his sides, fury and helplessness filling him. One time, he just wouldn't be there in time to save her-and it scared him silly.

Tuxedo Kamen sighed once again, letting the anger drain from him. There was no point being furious over something inevitable-though appalling. She just-was so careless! He raged silently to himself in the recesses of his mind. If only there was something he could do to help her. Train her to defend herself. She was just so delicate. Small and slender-and so darn innocent.

"I doubt she has any idea how close she comes to death," The dark-haired man murmured under his breath, the cool air making his breath steam. "It's just so-so damn stupid!" he suddenly shouted. His voice echoed for a moment, repeating his words almost mockingly.

"And what-may I be as so impolite to inquire-is so stupid, young man?" a polite voice asked from right behind Tuxedo Kamen.

Tuxedo Kamen stiffened then turned to face the intruder face on, his skin crawling. He was tall, with short blonde hair and strangely high cheekbones that a sculpture would have killed for. The man was seated on the edge of the roof casually, facing Tuxedo Kamen with his legs crossed at the ankles. His face was entirely filled with inquiry-but his eyes...they were filled clearly with mockery and amusement.

It wasn't any wonder that the masked hero took this stranger in immediate dislike.

Still-there seemed something strangely compelling about him. "Who are you?" Tuxedo Kamen asked stiffly, deep blue eyes wary. He glanced about the roof, remembering belatedly that there was no way up to the roof of his apartments. That was why he used it so often. "And how did you get up here exactly."

"Almost rude," the stranger murmured, in seeming disappointment. He shook his head. "Youth these days."

Tuxedo Kamen frowned, crossing his arms to make himself appear more imposing. Didn't this person know who he was? It was disconcerting to be dealing with a person who didn't seem to be even a little in awe of what was clearly a well-known hero of Tokyo. His blue eyes glittered angrily from behind his white half-mask as he caught the stranger's last words. "Youth? I'm nineteen years old-and you don't look that much older than I am." he stated coolly.

The stranger smiled. "That I don't-but you can't trust appearances, my dear boy." he murmured gently, tapping a finger against his chin and studying Tuxedo Kamen.

"That's true," Tuxedo Kamen conceded reluctantly, not wanting to agree with this stranger at all. Indeed, he felt a sense of acute danger and had been since the man first spoke.

"Ah! I am glad that you agree with me on that respect," the man gestured derisively towards Tuxedo Kamen's face. "After all, you are the one wearing the concealing mask."

"I wear it for a reason." Tuxedo Kamen responded in a like-tone, not to be put out by the stranger's bewildering conversation.

"Truly?" the man looked at Tuxedo Kamen with interest. "A midnight tryst with a lady-love perhaps? A married women? Tut tut!" he said with great amusement. "I can see that fidelity hasn't changed in the slightest with time's passing. Hmm."

Tuxedo Kamen was taken-aback by his comments, then equally amused. "No-not a women" his blue eyes became at once cautious and disbelieving. "You really have no idea who I am?"

The stranger frowned at him, marring the handsome features of his face. "Well, I'll be damned," he said, laughing out loud. "You're the second person to say that very same thing to me this evening!" his lips curved into a predatory smile. "Let me take a wild guess here-" he suggested, looking Tuxedo Kamen up and down with disconcerting thoroughness. "You're a superhero-right?"

Tuxedo Kamen eyed the man with a strange expression on his face. "You don't know who I am, but you took a wild guess?" he said slowly. "And who was this other person that claimed to be a superhero?"

"Hmm-now that would be telling." the man teased, getting gracefully to his feet. He took a few steps towards Tuxedo Kamen slowly, as if not to startle him. "After all, the 'person' we are speaking of asked-no begged me not to tell a soul," a sly look entered his dark eyes. "He was quite specific."

"He?" Tuxedo Kamen uttered. Reluctantly, a smile crossed his handsome features. A man claimed to be a hero? Well, then it was nothing. This stranger probably was no aware, but the only hero's in all the world were the Sailor Senshi-and himself of course-and they were all female!

"Then, of course, I will be a gentleman and not ask who it is." he replied with unconscious courtesy.

Tuxedo Kamen noted that the man had moved in his direction, but appeared to be relatively non-threatening. However, it still nagged at him that somehow the stranger had gotten access to the roof of an inaccessible apartment building. "How did you get up here?" he repeated his earlier question warily.

The stranger's eyes had widened slightly at Tuxedo Kamen's courteous reply, but then narrowed assessingly when asked the question pointedly. "You do go on about the unimportant things in life. A curious boy, aren't you?" he murmured, tilting his head slightly to the side.

Tuxedo Kamen wasn't sure if what he saw next had been real. He could have sworn that the stranger's eyes glowed red. Tensing, he finally noticed that the man was only about three feet away and had somehow edged closer without Tuxedo Kamen having noticed. "It's inherent," he snapped irritably, having the great sense that this person was toying with him like a cat with a mouse.

"Inherent, hmm?" the stranger straightened and abruptly held out a slim white hand to Tuxedo Kamen. "By the way-and it was terribly rude of me not to have introduced myself earlier-I am Darius."

"I am Tuxedo Kamen," Tuxedo Kamen replied, hesitantly reaching out to take the stranger's hand. As soon as their hands touched, he was filled with a tingling and his head swum dizzyingly. Fingers wrapped about his gloved one's and Darius pulled him closer until he hit against a chest.

"A strange name-but then again, so was the superhero's from earlier." Darius whispered against Tuxedo Kamen's ear, breath brushing against his dark hair.

Tuxedo Kamen wanted desperately to pull away, but couldn't. He also felt his instant repulsion of being held so close against another man melt away as his eyes rose and locked with Darius' brown ones. Even as he watched, they began to glow a demonic read. His mind screamed danger at him, but he was helpless as his will was sucked away.

"I love to play with my food, as I stated earlier in the night-as stimulating as our conversation was," Darius said almost apologetically. "But you see, my last 'encounter' with one of your kind left me rather weakened and I need to feed to keep my strength up."

"Feed?" Tuxedo Kamen managed from between dry lips; he finally managed to rip his eyes away, but was still under the man's power and could only helplessly trace the smooth white features of his would-be attacker. As his blue eyes fell downwards to where he leaned against a leather jacket, he noticed damp patches of something all down the front of Darius' silk shirt.

As if in a dream, he reached up a gloved hand and touched the dampness, then turned his hand over to see what it was. Under the bright moonlight from above, he saw with horror that it was blood! "What-?" he exclaimed, breaking a little out from Darius' control in his horror. The man was covered to the waist in blood and he hadn't noticed it earlier because Darius' clothes were all black.

"It's all mine, never fear," Darius said patronisingly. "I would never waste that amount of someone else's blood." he pulled Tuxedo Kamen closer, then snatched his white half-mask from his face. "Well, aren't you the handsome one!" he exclaimed, giving a short bark of laughter. "I'm beginning to think that beauty and brains do walk hand in hand. At least in this city."

Before Tuxedo Kamen could dazedly respond to that comment, Darius seemed to swoop down and his hot breath wafted over his neck. He froze, then felt a blinding, agonising pain radiating from his neck. All at once, the fog cleared and Tuxedo Kamen knew exactly what he was dealing with. A vampire! So that was how Darius got onto the roof.

Arms tightened around him like steel bands, even though he fought with all his strength. And he was growing weaker by the minute. "No-I won't die like this..." he muttered, eyes beginning to flutter shut.

Darius removed his teeth from Tuxedo Kamen's neck in surprise. "You two must know each other. She said almost the same thing."

"She?" Tuxedo Kamen fell to his knees as Darius let go of him. He was confused as let the comment slip away as unimportant. His mind grew a little clearer and he looked upwards with hate in his deep blue eyes. "You bastard. What are you going to do now?" he demanded, trying to struggle to his feet. He aimed a quick kick at the vampire and his leg was caught easily in a bruising grip. He winced as he was thrown back down, lying on the concrete panting.

Darius licked his lips thoughtfully; eyes still glowing red like a demon's. "Your blood is powerful also. I won't have to feed for years after the both of you." he mused. An evil grin crossed his lips. "Of course I will feed-for the fun of it, you understand" he shrugged the cheerful thoughts away, bent down and grabbed at Tuxedo Kamen, jerking him smoothly to his feet. "I believe I will keep you also." he said bewilderingly.

Tuxedo Kamen gritted his teeth, his head rolling back uncontrollably as weakness stole the strength from his body. He slumped into the vampire's arms bonelessly, knowing that he was going to die and not be able to do a thing about it. "I hate you." he whispered, as a last act of defiance.

"Maybe now-but give it a few years, child," Darius whispered back. He smiled slightly, bending over to sniff lightly at Tuxedo Kamen's warm neck. "Yes, I think this will be very fun with the both of you in the one city-and I can always come back in a few years to see what horrors you have brought down on Tokyo." he nodded, closing his eyes and smoothing his lips over his older fang marks, inhaling the intoxicating scent of blood.

Without warning, his fanged darted in, making fresh marks.

It hurt for a bare moment, and then an intoxicating languor stole over Tuxedo Kamen. He relaxed fully into his murderer, seeking his touch. He felt so-wonderful and weak. Then his mind seemed to tingle and wake up, a burning in his forehead.

As it became unbearable, it suddenly exploded from him in a bright silver light-attacking Darius and consuming him. He heard the vampire shout in agony and felt a surge of triumph. But then all the energy went out of his drained body and he blacked out.

He came about to the feeling of arms surrounding him, holding him against a chest again. Tuxedo Kamen knew it was Darius and groaned in despair.

"What was that exactly?" Darius demanded of him, digging his fingers into Tuxedo Kamen's dark hair and tugging firmly. He was annoyed and it showed clearly in his voice. "That's the second time that has happened tonight and-I am not happy," the last words were snarled out. "Time to have a new life, my boy."

Tuxedo Kamen watched with growing horror as Darius' fangs ripped through his own wrist and it was thrust at the hero's lips. He closed the firmly, but his jaw was gripped cruelly, thrusting his mouth open. Tuxedo Kamen choked on blood in revulsion, but was too weak to stop. Finally, the vampire drew back, smiling in satisfaction.

"You two were the most stubborn of children to make!" Darius growled at him, smiling wider in pride. "Oh well-time to go. As much as I would like to see your transformation into a perfect killer-I have places to be and people to eat." he let Tuxedo Kamen slid out of his arms and to the ground gently, then turned and disappeared into the night.

To Tuxedo Kamen, Darius had seemed to blur and then was gone. But he was too weak to move. To horrified to realise that he had just been drained and made to drink blood. Vampires blood. And he wasn't stupid-he knew that soon enough he too would be a killer like Darius.

"I have to get inside." he groaned, thinking vaguely over everything he'd ever read or seen about vampires. The sun would kill him! But he was just so weak. To his great disgust, he felt darkness rolling in again.

Two things occurred belatedly to him them, the former one increasing his disgust with himself. He hadn't even used his roses against the monster that has changed him-and...it was perhaps his powers that had saved him from being merely another victim.

Now-he was going to be a predator too...

It took him about two hours, just to get down to his balcony. He thought about jumping, but realized that if he was so weak, that he might completely miss his balcony and plunge down to his death eight stories below. Then he thought about climbing down from the roof. He seriously considered climbing from balcony to balcony downwards and across until he reached his own-but someone seeing Tuxedo Kamen covered in blood down to the waist of his usually pristine white shirt was too risky.

So-he waited.

Several times he dozed off and woke in utter panic and horror as he realised that the sun had risen and was shinning its warmth and light over his ravaged body. It had been a terrible shock to his system and not the way he would have rathered find out that all the vampire story's he'd head about sunlight were pure fabrication!

The sunlight did nothing to him but hurt his eyes. It had been like having a thousand needles being poked into his blue eyes all at once. At the time, he'd been able to rationally think it over and thought perhaps the pain had been caused by lack of blood to the vessels in his eyes and maybe the vampire's blood within in.

Then it occurred to Tuxedo Kamen that even leaping down to his balcony in the daylight would be hazardous, despite the fact that he had regained a little of his strength. There was still the high risk of an early riser catching sight of him. "Just get it over with Mamoru." he berated himself, groaning as he forced his tired body up on his knees and then his feet. Darkness rushed into his vision for a moment and he feared that he would blindly fall over the edge-but when his vision had cleared once more, he found that he was half bent over, grabbing onto the small cement wall surrounding the top of the roof.

Bewilderingly, his body had unconsciously saved itself. He could only conclude that the vampire's blood was working fast through his system and his reflexes were already becoming honed. "Wonderful. Just wonderful. I'm becoming a killer already!" he growled, infuriated but relived at the same time. He had no will to die, no matter what he was becoming. The only thing he wanted to focus on now was getting into his apartment quickly.

Tuxedo Kamen straightened up carefully and glanced over the edge of the roof. His eyes sought out every nook and cranny to see if there was anyone up yet-but luckily he spotted no one. 'Right. Lets get this over with!' he thought, dark blue eyes narrowing on its target.

The dark-haired hero suddenly leapt, muscles uncoiling and sending him plummeting downwards. He landed on the balcony below him and then was leaping down again with hardly a second's pause. Then jump left over two more balconies and onto his own. Tuxedo Kamen blinked, astonished at the speed with-which he had moved. "Amazing!" He breathed, actually in awe of the powers he was beginning to receive.

Sailor Moon would never be in danger again of he could constantly move that way!

He'd sort of-blurred and then was at his destination with barely a conscious thought. He shook his head and reached for his glass sliding door. It came open without protest, as always and he slipped into the room, then closed it behind him. He caught his breath as weakness overcame him again and he almost fell to his knees.

"Must get to bed," he spoke weakly, making a flailing attempt to switch off the brightly-lit lamp as he staggered past the couch-and missed. He crashed into his bedroom door, fumbled around for the doorknob and fell into his room. Relief crashed over him as he fell face-first onto the soft covers of his bed and everything went black.

Motoki yawned as he made his way out of the elevator into the long hall of royal blue carpeting. He ignored the multitudes of white wood doors and golden numbering that led to other apartments and made his way down to 814. He raised his hand and rapped smartly on the panel of Mamoru's door, knowing that his friend would have risen with the sun to go jogging, as he did each morning. There was no answer.

"That's strange," he murmured, raising his arm up to his face. He peered down at the watch strapped to his wrist and an eyebrow rose when he saw that it was 7:30. Mamoru never took that long to jog.

Motoki knocked again, this time louder. When again there was no answer, he fished the spare key out of his back pocket and slid it into the lock. "Mamoru is never this late back-something must be wrong." he said aloud, worry in his blue eyes. He and Mamoru had gotten into a routine over the last few months; he came over at 7:30 every morning to share a pot of coffee and some breakfast, then Motoki would leave to go and open up the arcade while Mamoru got ready for Collage.

He withdrew the key as it clicked in the lock and opened the door. It swung open, creaking slightly. From where he stood, nothing looked too wrong. He closed the door behind him and walked down the short hall to the lounge room. All the lamps were brightly lit-which was strange in itself since the balcony curtains were wide open and sunlight filled the room.

"Mamoru? Buddy? Are you here?" Motoki called out, getting more and more concerned as there was only silence. Something on the balcony glass caught his eyes and he walked over slowly, staring at the dark stain in the shape of a handprint. He hunkered down and looked closer. "Shit!" he cursed, finally recognizing what the darkening red substance was. Blood!

Motoki spun, straightening at the same time and eyes the room with panic. "Okay, calm down-he probably got injured at a battle or something." he said, sweat beginning to bead his brow. This all felt bad. Really bad.

Their morning breakfasts had started a few months ago when Motoki had accidentally walked into Mamoru's apartment to return something and seen Tuxedo Kamen de-transforming into his best friend. Once Mamoru had gotten his whole secret identity out in the open, they had become even better friends. But blood-a whole handprint was pretty severe. It was then that he spotted a long smear of the red substance coating the wall next to Mamoru's bedroom door. It was open and led into darkness. Motoki's hands began to shake as visions of horror filled his mind. Serial killers! Blood and cut up limbs.

"Jeez, I have to cut back on the late night movies." he weakly teased himself, all the while edging towards his friend's room. He didn't want to touch anything just in case his friend was dead-but he couldn't see a think in Mamoru's room! His eyes cast about the room and then he retreated to the kitchen. He opened the top draw and withdrew a large knife and then hastened back to the dark doorway, holding it out threateningly before him. "Okay, if anyone is in there and-oh stuff it!" he gulped, then leapt into the room, hand fumbling for the light-switch.

Motoki was momentarily blinded, then he focused on the figure sprawled headfirst into the bedclothes. "Mamoru?" Motoki hissed, eyes flitting about the room. He swung the door close and backed towards the bed, staring hard at the closet. Mamoru still hadn't moved. Motoki leaned over and felt for Mamoru's neck. His fingers encountered something wet and stick and he yelled in horror, yanking his hand back. It was covered in blood! "Arrggggggh!" he fairly screamed in terror, realising that his friend had been murdered. He almost had a heart attack when Mamoru's body jumped in shock and he leapt off the bed.

"What-what?!" Mamoru yelled back, blue eyes glazing about wildly. They fell on Motoki-and then the large butcher knife in his hand. "What are you doing?" he bellowed, shocked and dazed. He'd awakened to shouting and now saw that his best friend had a blood-covered hand and a knife in the other!

"You're alive!" Motoki shouted, slumping in relief. The knife wavered and then straightened as he cast a hunted look around. He had clearly seen the blood-covered front of his friend and knew that he must be terrible wounded, even if he was standing...and looking confused. He blinked at Mamoru, who seemed to be standing remarkably tall and strong looking for a mortally wounded man. "How are you standing! And why are you bleeding?!" he said, panicked again.

"What?" Mamoru muttered, a little dazed. There was something he had to remember. He glanced down and saw all the blood on his tuxedo, and then he glanced at the bed and saw that his sheets were covered also. "Oh shit!" he yelled, suddenly remembering the vampire. "Oh damn, damn, damn!"

"Isn't that my line?" Motoki demanded, still waiting for an answer. "Are you hurt anywhere?" his eyes widened at a thought. "It is your blood-right? I seem to recall that you said that the Dark Kingdom monsters bled green or blue?"

"It's mine," Mamoru said grimly, reaching up to touch his neck. He expected pain, but there was none. None at all. His blue eyes widened. "That's impossible." he exclaimed, racing to the bedroom door. He wrenched it open and fled down the hall to his bathroom. After fumbling for the switch, he went to the mirror and grabbed up a hand-cloth.

Motoki stood uncertainly in the doorway behind him, still clutching the knife. He seemed to recall that he was and negligently tossed it into the bathtub. His friend was covered in blood-what did he care about where he tossed it? "Are you okay?" he asked quietly, watching with interest as Mamoru cleaned his neck of blood and revealed smooth white skin. He was confused. Why was there so much blood if there was no wound?

"My god" Mamoru breathed, eyes dilating at the sight of smooth skin. The bite marks were gone! He stilled, senses reaching out to check his body. He felt different! And he had healed in a matter if a few hours. "Impossible" he murmured weakly, sinking to his knees on the cold white tiles. "Impossible"

"What is? Come into the kitchen and explain it all white I make coffee," Motoki instructed, reaching down to help his friend to his feet. He led a very dazed Mamoru into the kitchen and pushed him into a chair at the table. "So-?" he prompted, grabbing the jug and filling it at the sink.

"I went to a battle last night," Mamoru said slowly, blinking. "I rescued Sailor Moon as usual and then headed home. But then-" he sighed and raised his eyes to his friend's, which were utterly bewildered and concerned. "I was attacked by a vampire."

Motoki gaped at Mamoru. "What was that?" he gasped, staring at his friend as if he'd grown a second head. Mamoru looked fine-apart from being covered in lots of blood. But his eyes were rational and...He stared a little closer. "Hey-your eyes look different! Darker and more intense!" he said-and then it hit him. "No!" he gasped again, looking horrified. "He bit you!?"

The dark-haired man looked at Motoki admirably, mind clearing as the turmoil receded. He was glad that he hadn't had to convince his friend of his sanity OR tell him about the attack. Motoki had guessed-by his appearance? He frowned. "My eyes are different? It didn't notice in the bathroom." he murmured in distraction.

"You're a vampire?!" Motoki shouted disbelievingly. The jug screamed at him and he gladly reached for two cups and the coffee to keep his mind on something rational. "I don't believe it. First you're just a normal guy and then I find out you're Tuxedo Kamen-and now you're a vampire?" he tossed the coffee into the mugs, followed by the water and then took them over to the table.

Motoki sank into his chair and passed Mamoru his own mug. It never even occurred to him that now that Mamoru was a vampire, he would attack him.

"The guy drank all my blood and then shoved his own down my throat." Mamoru said quietly, staring into the steaming mug. His mouth turned upwards in disgust. He hadn't fought the vampire well. Not at all. And he called himself a superhero? 'I'm an idiot!' he shouted mentally, thumping a fist down onto the table harshly. It shuddered and then actually cracked!

Motoki's eyes widened at the sight and he eyed his friend with awe. "Well I don't remember you being that strong before," he noted weakly. Something occurred to him and he spun in his chair to stare at the bright sunlight flooding the room from the balcony doors. "How come you aren't dust?"

"I guess the tales are all wrong. I woke up in the sunlight after passing out earlier," Mamoru said, frowning lightly. "I wonder what else isn't true?"

"Stakes?"

"I have no idea."

"Holy water?"

I wonder if there are real vampire hunters." Mamoru mused, eyes involuntarily darkening. When he thought of someone thrusting a stake through his heart-it infuriated him!

"Arrggggh! Stay away from me!" Motoki yelped, leaping from his chair. It fell backwards with a thud.

Mamoru glanced at Motoki in shock and surprise. "What's wrong?" he asked urgently, afraid that he already knew. His eyes felt funny-and his teeth...he lifted a hand reluctantly to his mouth and felt two long slender canines. "Oh dear." he sighed.

"Oh dear?" Motoki yelled at him, shaking. He pointed at Mamoru's face, eyes wild. "You have two huge teeth sticking out of your mouth!" This was said on a bellow and Mamoru winced.

"Add advanced hearing abilities to that list," The upperclassman groaned, thunking his head onto the table's surface. Vaguely he felt his teeth shrink back to their normal shape.

"And glowing eyes." Motoki picked up his chair and sat back down at the table. He eyed the top of his friend's dark head for a moment, then picked up his coffee and swigged it down in one go. "Sorry, buddy. But you have no idea how freaky you looked just a minute ago. All glowing silver eyes and big teeth that would make the big bad wolf envious!" he breathed out in a big whoosh.

Mamoru nodded his head absently into the table's surface, then sat up. "What am I going to do?" he asked Motoki bleakly. Never in his wildest dreams could he have thought that he'd be turned into a vampire. But then again, he wouldn't have thought that he would be Tuxedo Kamen either.

"Don't get angry," Motoki said whole-heartedly. He paused and then said in a half-joking tone, "And don't eat my customers."

"Oh my god!" Mamoru groaned out loudly, closing his eyes.

"What? What?" Motoki said, sent into panic again at the sight of Mamoru's contorted face. Something was really wrong.

"Usagi!" The dark-haired man responded, opening his eyes and staring into Motoki's.

Motoki stared at him, wondering why Mamoru would think of his enemy at a time like..."Oh. Oh." he gasped, horrified. Mamoru fought like cats and dogs with Usagi every day! His mouth gaped open like a fishes at the thought. "You'll kill her!"

"I know!" Mamoru ran a hand over his face, utterly shocked, horrified and completely lost. "I can't help the way we flare up when we're around each other. I could bite her in front of everyone! And worse yet-kill her."

Motoki's face worked silently as he thought. "Then we have to keep you away from her-permanently."

"You want me to move away?" Mamoru said incredulously.

"Maybe" His best friend said thoughtfully, then ran a hand through his hair distractedly. He caught sight of his watch and grimaced. "Look, Mamoru-I'm sorry but I have to get to the arcade and open." he said apologetically.

Mamoru nodded. "That's fine. I need to go shower and get out of these bloody clothes," he said nothing, but was rather mortified when no revulsion overcame him at the thought of being covered in blood. Not good. 'Not good at all. How long till I start to crave blood?'

"Are you sure?" Motoki's lips firmed and he realised how cavalier he was being to his friend who was obviously in distress. "Look, I'll close it for the day-"

"No. No, it's fine. Motoki, open up the arcade," The hero urged his friend, frowning. "There's no need for my problems to interfere with your livelihood."

Motoki looked at Mamoru aghast. "My livelihood? Mamoru! You were attacked last night and turned into a blood sucking creature from beyond the grave." he yelled.

Mamoru's lips twitched involuntarily. He looked at Motoki with reluctant humour. "You've been watching those late night movies again-haven't you?" he said, not really asking.

"What it the 'blood sucking creature' bit?" Motoki said sheepishly. "What can I say?" he grimaced. "Speaking of; I seriously thought that you'd be murdered by a serial killer when I walked in and saw blood over everything!"

"What? Oh jeez," Mamoru rolled his eyes and looked disgusted. "I got blood on the furniture-no wonder you were holding a butcher knife over me."

"Sorry about that," Motoki got to his feet and took a deep breath. "Call me if you need anything-" his face twisted into a pained grimace as he thought of something. "Of course, I have only human food in the arcade…but umm-we can go rob a blood bank or something if you really need it." he offered, looking unhappy at the prospect, but determined to help.

Mamoru smiled warmly at Motoki. "You're a real friend, you know that? Not to worry, I don't seem to have any cravings for blood at the moment." a weird look crossed his face. "Isn't that strange?" he wondered out loud.

"Just go with the flow, buddy," Motoki advised, turning to leave. "If you don't crave blood like a usual vampire, then don't go looking for it."

"Right," Mamoru said, once again not repulsed at the thought of blood-even drinking it. He watched as Motoki got a distracted look on his face and fairly bolted out the door, slamming it behind him. He looked at the clock on the wall and his dark blue eyes widened. "Oh no, Motoki is going to be late opening!"

He looked restlessly around the room and then down at his blood-splattered body. "Time for a shower I think." he murmured. 'And then I'll see exactly what being a vampire entails.' It was time for a little experimentation to see what his powers were-and his tolerance around humans.

End Of Episode One

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