"Get off!" shouted Rufus. "Get off me!"

The vampiric Vincent Valentine took no notice, pinning the golden-haired cherubim down with his super-strong vampire arms and legs. Rufus tried to claw down his face, but it was like marble: cold and hard. Vincent closed his eyes, breathing deeply- he could smell Rufus' blood through his cheeks as the boy-president flushed in fear and fury. He moaned. Rufus flapped about like an octopus.

"Do you know who my father is?"

"Vincent cares not about the relatives of mortal scum!" And with that, the gunslinger slid his fangs into Rufus' neck, deeper and deeper, groaning as shivers of pleasure made their way up his teeth and into his jaw, down his neck, up his skull and through his swiftly-filling capillaries. "Vincent cares only for... blood!"

Rufus began to feel faint. He didn't have much blood to begin with, thanks to the mako-poisoning and a general lack of exposure to daylight; he needed what he'd got! He wondered if he should breathe deeply (more oxygen) or shallowly (less oxygen for the freeloading vampire). In the end, he couldn't decide between self-preservation and spite, so he opted to continue breathing in his usual manner.

"Oh, oh, yes, baby, yes!" screamed Vincent, his teeth still deep inside Rufus' neck.

At that moment, heavy feet pounded up the stairs.

"Tseng!" Rufus cried out. "Oh, thank God, get over here!"

Tseng started to bodily tug Vincent off.

"I mean," Rufus continued thoughtfully, "I admit that I'm rather curious, because after all this is a vampire, and that's not something you see every day, but I'd rather he weren't feasting upon my neck. I think we might be able to use him against my father, you know. A vampire army. It sounds promising. What do you think?"

Tseng didn't reply; he was too busy chucking Vincent Valentine back out of the window he'd come in through.

"Oh, Tseng," said Rufus, though his lips twitched.

"Young one, rest is is to importance as Lawrence is to Arabia." Having dispensed this great wisdom, Tseng turned to look at Rufus, cursing as the familiar sexual impulses rose up and inappropriate thoughts flooded his head like fluid gushing forth.

At that moment, downstairs, Genesis and Reno put the love potion on their trouser snakes.

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Alone and lonely in his room, wracked with guilt over Cloud's injuries, Zack looked at his calendar to pick out a date on which to kill himself if Cloud didn't recover. When he noticed what day it was tomorrow, he froze in horror...

(A/N: Guess why, teehee! ;D Though... I reckon it's not really something you can guess... but guess anyway! :D)

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Alone in his room, Cloud dreamed confusing dreams of sexy men including both Zack and Sephiroth. He slept fitfully, waking up every five minutes and tossing and turning, tangling himself in the covers and, at one point, falling off the bed. The moonlight crept in through a gap in his curtains, giving his hair a ghostly pale glow to match his injured state.

Nonetheless, he was alive.

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Angeal watered his petunias. He was still lusting.

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A/N: Bit of an odd ending place, but oh well! Please read and review! Peace! :D