Allen groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. He sat up slowly hissing in pain as he touched a fresh bruise. Allen grabbed a nearby chair and used it to help himself stand. Gulping, Allen began searching the apartment for his master, praying to god that he had gone off with tonight's whores. Allen smiled slightly when he discovered his master gone.

"I hope my money is still here." Allen mumbled to himself as he crouched down and felt around in his boot for the bills he'd slipped there earlier that day. Finding the bills pushed to the bottom of his boot, Allen smile widened.

Allen's stomach let out a loud growl as he stood and straightened his shirt. Sighing, Allen left the apartment in search of food. Slamming the front door, and walking down the stairs quickly. Allen faked a smile and waved for the townsfolk that knew him well, pretending nothing was wrong.

It was late autumn and the nights had begun to grow cold. Allen's breathe floated away from him in clouds after dancing before him momentarily. Allen walked along the sidewalk leaving the city's edge and slowly entering the bustle of the center. Allen hated the city for many reasons. There were the common reasons everyone has; the bustle, noise, lights, and traffic. Then, Allen had his own unique reasons, all due to his unique appearance. His hair, so unnaturally white, like the snow that would surely begin to fall in the next few months. It caused him to look like an old man, people giving him unwanted help because of it. Then, there's his deformed left arm that he almost always covered with gloves and long sleeves of sorts. How he hated that arm, that red veiny deformed sorry excuse for an arm. Throw those two things together along with the long red scar that ran down the side of his face, made him look like a freak straight out of the circus. Well, yes technically he was, but he still didn't enjoy being treated in such a way. Sighing, Allen kicked a rock that laid in the center of the side-walk. It skidded along before him and Allen absent-mindedly continued kicking it along.

After crossing several streets and stopping just as many times to look at pastries and the like, Allen found the small night club that he knew his friends would be at. Entering Allen frowned as he noticed the large crowd. He began searching the crowd for the fiery red hair of his best friend and the green-tinted hair of said friend's girlfriend. Allen's smile reappeared when he noticed the red hair bobbing in the crowd.

"Lavviii!" Allen called over the music. The red topped figure turned to the direction of Allen and made its way through the crowd to join Allen.

"Hey its Allen!" Lavi yelled excitedly when he noticed who'd called out to him. He ran up to Allen with a large smile and open arms, wrapping Allen into a bear hug. Allen hissed in pain as his friend touched the fresh bruises that dotted his skin. "You alright Allen?" Lavi asked letting go of his friend and looked at him with concern.

"Cross noticed some of the money was missing." Allen admitted and tried to fake a smile to show Lavi that he was fine.

"You idiot! He's going to end up killing you one day if you keep that up!" Lav lectured, leading Allen to the table he'd been sitting at before.

"I know, I know. I just need another five hundred and I can leave that bastard." Allen let out a sigh, and his stomach growled loudly. "Where's Lenalee? She here with you?"

"Yeah she's somewhere. But, anyways. Are you hungry?" Lavi questioned sitting across from Allen. He picked up a bottle and took a swig, smiling.

"A bit." Allen admitted with a weak smile as his stomach made demon noises. Lavi reached into his pocket and removed his wallet. He pulled out a few bills and handed them over to Allen.

"Go ask Jerry for some food. He loves ya, he'll make you a lot for 'your' money." Lavi smiled. Allen reluctantly took the money from his tipsy friend and ordered his food. The chef smiled and left to prepare the vast feast Allen had ordered. Allen sat on one of the worn bar stools and let out a sigh.

"Whats wrong?" Someone asked touching Allen's shoulder gently. Allen, who'd been daydreaming, let out a surprised yelp. Allen pried his eyes from the blank wall he'd been staring at and looked at the person next to him.

'When the hell did they get here?' Allen thought as he studied the man before him. 'He looks familiar. Where have I seen him before?'

"I'm just having a horrid day. I was hoping some of Jerry's cooking would brighten it a smidge." Allen smiled, and the man to his surprise listened to him babble. The man seemed so familiar that he began studying each of his features to try to remember. The person before him was beautiful to say the least. His long blue-black hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. He seemed to be a few years older than Allen, maybe eighteen or nineteen, Allen guessed. Putting two and two together, along with the conversation he was having with the asian man he concluded, that this man was the vampire from his dreams. Allen's eyes widened with shock as he finally remembered the man.

"Vampire." Allen whispered to himself in utter shock. The man before him stiffened as he heard what Allen whispered.

"What's your name?" He asked, his voice sending chills down Allen's spine.

"A-allen, and yours?" Allen replied, trying to keep his composure.

"I'm Kanda, and what did you say I was a...come on finish the sentence."

"V-vampire." Allen stuttered

"Congratulations. You're the first to guess what I truly am." The vampire whispered into Allen's ear. Allen swallowed and stared wide-eyed at the vampire. "Now let's go out for a stroll shall we, and discuss this 'maturely'." Kanda licked his lips and grabbed Allen's hand pulling him from the club quickly. Kanda lead Allen into the small long forgotten park that was a few blocks away from the club. The bushes were overgrown creating a wall surrounding the rusty play ground.

"Wh-what are you going to do with me?" Allen asked as he was pushed against the metal pole of a street light. Kanda pushed a finger to Allen's lips and began eyeing his neck. Allen pushed his hand away and Kanda frowned.

"Be a nice play thing now." Kanda demanded as he pushed Allen's head to the side, exposing more of Allen's neck. The vampire clasped a hand over Allen's mouth to muffle any noise as he bit down on the creamy white neck. Allen's eyes widened in fear as he felt his blood begin to flow from the wound.