Hi everyone. So I am super happy to say that I will be continuing this, but I don't know how consistent the updates will be... Oh well...

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Was it an initial shock to find out that the new kid was going out with a loser like Jack? Pretty much. But guess what? Hiccup didn't give a shit. And no one could make him give a shit. For years, he felt like he didn't have a heart, like he was really dead after all. Jack gave him something that he never thought he could have gotten again: love. Cheesy, he knows it. But it was the only way to explain things like this.

Hiccup knew it was sort of wrong to kiss Jack the first day they met. But could you really blame him? Jack was attractive (if he knew it or not) and Hiccup hadn't felt anything like this is all his hyper-extended life. Was he going to act on impulse? Hell yeah!

Jack was in shock about this whole thing. How the hot new kid at school fell in love with him was beyond his comprehension. But he didn't question it. With his parents dead, his sister in a foster home and oblivious to the fact that she had a brother in the first place, and his Uncle North always at the shop all the time, he never really got any love. You know, not that kind of love, but you get the point.

Hiccup was sweet and kind to Jack, and that's what matter the most. Whenever Jack opened his mouth, Hiccup always listened intently, as if he was bent on memorizing every word that came out of his mouth. Hiccup walked Jack to his every single class, and even met him outside his classroom when the bell rang. Jack yelled at him once, but Hiccup swore he wasn't ditching his class for Jack's sake, so he let the subject drop.

Were there a lot of whispers and rumors going around? Yeah, quite a bit, but both of them didn't pay any mind. Jack would have gotten quite a lot of shit from Pitch too, you know, if Hiccup wasn't by his side 24/7. Coincidentally, Hiccup could scare the crap out of anyone, if he really wanted to, so Pitch was leaving them alone just fine.

The two were inseparable, to say the least. Their hands were always clasped together, or Hiccup's arm was slung around Jack's waist. Neither really seemed to care what anyone said, and after weeks of them being together, the gossip at Berk High finally died down.

After school, Hiccup would crash at Jack's house. Their relationship wasn't at all… rushed is a better word for it, I think. Jack was just content in Hiccup's arms as they watch T.V, and Hiccup could pull off little kisses here and there, but that was basically it.

After one month, they knew practically everything about the other. Well, Hiccup knew everything about Jack. Hiccup was open about most things, don't get me wrong, but Jack could always tell he was hiding something. But Jack didn't push the envelope; he knew Hiccup would tell him in time.

Once, after school, Hiccup lead Jack to his house. Jack thought he was kidding when they arrived at the abandoned house on the outskirts of town, but he swallowed it all down as he stepped inside. The whole place looked brand new, it was clean and nice and… it had 'HICCUP' written all over it. Jack knew he found a second home, if he ever wanted to.

Things started to be a little worrisome after that. Hiccup was coughing all the time. It wasn't a little cough either, it was those hacking coughs that you got when you were really sick. Jack kept on saying that he should see a doctor, but Hiccup shook his head every time, saying it was nothing and that it happened all the time.

And Hiccup wasn't technically lying. About once every month, his thirst for blood became unreasonable. It was like a woman's period, but instead of losing blood, he gained it. He knew it was time to subtly rob the local blood bank again.

At around three in the morning, Hiccup was out on the streets. He was wearing all black, like every good burglar, and had his leather jacket's hood pulled all the way up to cover his face. He ran the familiar road to the blood bank.

Swiftly and quickly, he made his way in and out, his prize being a 500 mL bag of blood hidden in his jacket masterfully. He then made his way to his house.

Rationalization was a major part of this process. Mainly, for about a week, Hiccup would take sips from the bag until it was empty, and his thirst would be taken care of for the month.

When Hiccup got home, he took a sip of his prize. His eyes flickered dreamily as he forced himself to stop. He then hung up the bag in the refrigerator, saving it for later.

And that's where things got a little sticky. No, not literally.

The next morning everything went as planned. Jack and Hiccup went to school and Hiccup met him outside his every class, his cough a little better than the day before.

"Did you finally go see a doctor?" Jack inquired, laughing. Hiccup shot him a smile, and rolled his eyes at him.

"No mother, I didn't." Hiccup said. "I took some medicine." Jack scowled at the insult Hiccup shot at him, but he knew he was only kidding. Jack squeezed Hiccup's hand while both smiled at each other.

"Well, good." Jack said. "You should really take more care of yourself." He realized that he really did sound like a nagging mother, but he cared for Hiccup! He didn't want him sick!

"I can't help it if my immune system isn't what it should be!" Hiccup said, laughing. He felt bad, lying to Jack, but he was trying to make the lies as little as possible. He didn't really have an immune system, since he couldn't get sick, so that's not technically a lie. And the blood is like a medicine, it keeps him healthy and alive…

Hiccup told himself that it wasn't all that bad. They arrived outside Jack's last class and Hiccup pecked him lightly on the lips.

"See you after school." Hiccup murmured. Jack smiled.

"Okay…" Jack said, then he walked into class.

So after school, Hiccup walked Jack home. But Hiccup didn't go inside; his throat was on fire. He needed a sip of that blood. Jack looked at him innocently.

"Aren't you coming in?" He asked Hiccup, who shook his head gravely as he tried to swallow.

"I need to grab something from my house real quick…" He said. It wasn't, again, necessarily a lie.

"Okay, let me drop my stuff off and we can go together…" Jack said, putting down his backpack, only to be cut off by a panicking Hiccup.

"No!" Hiccup said. Jack gave him a look. "I'll be back real quick, you could stay…"

"But what if I want to go with you?" Jack tested, giving Hiccup one of his signature cocky grins.

"No, you don't!" Hiccup said. This was becoming harder and harder for him to handle. The burn was excruciating… "Look, I need to do this alone." He said with a dry finality. "I'll be back."

Hiccup turned around and walked off towards his house. Once he was out of sight of Jack's house, he couldn't stop himself from running as fast as he could. He practically flew down the countless streets and alley ways, and he stormed inside his own house, heading straight for the refrigerator. Yanking the blood bag off its hook, he raised it to his mouth.

The relief was instantaneous. The cool rusty liquid flowed down his throat as he drank, and then he cut himself off. This has to last a week, he told himself. But it all seemed different somehow. Like all the walls he carefully built up came crashing down. And that's when he realized it…

He's been putting himself in a flesh-filled environment for the past couple months. He's been in close contact with a human during that time too, kissing and hugging and touching… he didn't realize that it would make his thirst worse. Hiccup thought he had gotten over his blood craze decades ago.

Unable to stop, he let himself take another shaky swig from the bag. It was a bad idea, and he had to literally tear himself away from it. He hung up the bag and walked away, sitting on his couch.

It was unsafe to go to Jack's house. Hiccup loved him too much to put him into this kind of danger. The longer Jack didn't know, the better. Hiccup told himself that if he could hold out fifteen minutes without feeling the burn of his throat that it was safe to go to Jack.

In no less than ten minutes, the thirst racked his body again. Hiccup was fidgeting this time, as he tried to control it. But it didn't work. He succumbed to the fridge, as he took a slow swig from the plastic bag.

A knock on the door. Hiccup froze. "Hiccup?" A timid voice said. "Hiccup, are you in here?"

Crap, Hiccup thought. He stuffed the bag back into place and he ran for the door, wrenching it open. There stood Jack, looking at his with his blue eyes and white hair, looking nervous.

"Jack…" Hiccup said, trying to sound smooth.

"Hiccup, what's on your face?" Jack said, all other questions dying in his mind. Indeed, there was dark smudges on the corners of Hiccup's lips. Without warning, Jack reached up and wiping some of the stain off, bringing it to his nose as he sniffed tentatively.

"That's… that's nothing." Hiccup said, but Jack's eyes widened as he recognized the familiar scent.

"Is…" Jack's voice fizzed out in his throat and he tried again. "Is this blood?" Hiccup only looked at him, green eyes wide as if he'd been caught. "Why do you have blood on you face?" Jack asked, only to be answered with the deer-in-the-headlights look. "Hiccup, answer me!" Jack said.

"I don't know what to say." Hiccup said, wiping off his mouth slowly.

"What is there to say? What? That you're a vampire or something?" Jack said. He was angry, but he didn't understand any of this. Why did his boyfriend have blood on his face, and why was he so mysterious? And why did he have that expression as if he just got caught doing something illegal?

"Actually, yes." Hiccup said, forcibly level. Jack's mouth popped open.

"You're kidding." Jack said, in disbelief. "This isn't funny Hiccup…" Jack just noticed how hard his heart was beating. I'm alive, he thought, he's only going out with me to suck my blood.

"Tell me why I would joke about this?" Hiccup said kindly. "This isn't a joke." Jack gasped, and staggered backwards. "Jack, it isn't what you think…"

"Get away from me!" Jack yelled in response. Hiccup was glad that there was no one around; there would be lots of suspicion if people heard an innocent teenager screaming.

"I'm not going to-!" Hiccup started, but then Jack was yelling again.

"All this was a lie then?" He yelled. "Us? You were just using me! You never cared, you just want my blood!" Jack didn't dare to turn his back on Hiccup; he would be dead in seconds if he did. He felt so betrayed, so alone, so manipulated. Tears were running down his face. "I loved you!" He yelled, the hurt in his voice tangible. "And all you were doing was using me!"

"Can you please just listen to me?" Hiccup said, stepping out from the doorway and towards Jack.

"Leave me alone!" Jack yelled. Hiccup put his hands up, showing that he wasn't going to do anything. But Jack was only even more creeped out and he finally turned and ran away.

"Jack!" Hiccup yelled at the shrinking figure, cupping his hands over his mouth to make his voice louder.

Hiccup knew it was useless. Jack was scared and hurt and there was nothing he could do about right now. He's seen it too many times before; people always want to help, but it's better for them to let off some steam first.

Hiccup walked back inside his house and slammed his door, almost breaking it off its hinges. He whipped out his phone and texted the only person in his contacts.

"Jack, it's not what it looks like. Can I just explain?" He typed out and sent quickly. He collapsed on his couch and waited for a reply, knowing that Jack couldn't leave a message unanswered.

Jack kept running. My boyfriend is a vampire… my ex-boyfriend is a vampire… He kept running, his thoughts in sync with his beating heart and the pounding of his feet onto the pavement. Soon, he was home, and locking the door after him. Jack never locked the door, but he wasn't about to be caught unawares this time.

His phone buzzed but he ignored it. He ran around the house, making sure that every window and door was locked and that every curtain was pulled shut. It was only then did he pull out his phone, thinking that it was his Uncle North telling him he was going to be late again. He was so wrong, though, because it was none other than Hiccup.

"Jack, it's not what it looks like. Can I just explain?" The message read. Jack read over it once before throwing his brick of a phone across the room. Of course, the thing would never break, but it was satisfying to see it bounce across the floor.

Jack was by the door, and he found his back hitting it. He slid down it, his knees as close to his chest as possible as his fingers entangled in his hair and pulling harshly. I knew that something was up, Jack thought, why did I let myself fall for him? I was being used… He doesn't really like me, he just wants my blood…

That's when his phone buzzed loudly against the floor. Jack let go of his hair and crawled over to his phone. He opened the message, out of curiosity, because there was no way that he wanted to talk to the blood-sucker.

"I wanted to tell you this in person, but you leave me no choice… I never meant to hurt you I never meant for you to find out. I really do love you and I would never want to hurt you that's why I told you to stay away… you mean everything to me Jack please just understand…" The message was perfectly written out, no abbreviations whatsoever. Jack looked at his phone for a minute.

He didn't know what to think. Jack couldn't tell himself that Hiccup was telling the truth. He couldn't bring himself to text back. Jack slumped and let his phone clatter to the ground again.

"Okay," Jack sighed. "Vampires are real. My… ex is a vampire. He's telling me he loves me and never wanted to hurt me." Even as Jack was saying this, he wasn't totally convinced. "Argh, I don't know what to think anymore!" He said, gripping his hair again. Just then his phone went off.

"If you aren't going to answer me… fine. I'm going over there." The message said. Jack's breathing hitched as his heart beat a little faster. He was scrambling to his feet now, running to the small set of stairs that led to his room.

"I have time, I have time…" Jack was saying in his head. His foot touched the first stair… and a knock sounded from his door. Jack froze.

"Jack!" Hiccup's voice came. "I know you're in there! Let me in!"

"Well, shit." Jack breathed, still froze on the step.

Please Don't Kill Me! I want to live! Okay, so that's all I have right now, I hoped you liked it!

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