The man was always covered with darkness, Allen never seeing his face. He couldn't tell you the color of his eyes, nor his hair. He was all dark. A black space in his memory as the black shadow followed him down the street of this small town. Allen quickened his pace and the shadow behind him did also. Always behind him, always near. Allen couldn't see the man, or what was hopefully a man based off of his heavy footfalls, behind the click of expensive dress shoes on the pavement made him aware of the person. The clicks were familiar by now, he'd hear them the moment he left the inn to go to town, or when he wandered the park at night, always there. The presence had begun to frighten Allen, and he hoped to god, if there was such a being, that nothing would happen to him tonight as he walked down the familiar roads to the inn. Allen clutched the stack of paperwork in his hands close to his body as he began running. The clicks quickened. Click, click, click. Allen's heart beat faster as they neared and he realized, that the shadow had enough of just following him and observing from afar. Click. Click. Click. Allen turned into an ally way and hopped the fence that blocked his way. The clicks continued, and Allen was met with a dead-end. Back against the wall, Allen turned to face the man who'd been following him. He was met with a sickening smile that send shivers up Allen's spine. Allen gulped as the man slapped a hand onto the stone wall next to Allen's head. The man's long, wavy black hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and his golden eyes flashed as he smiled down at the defenseless Allen.

"W-who are you and what do you want?!" Allen demanded as the man smiled down at him. The man placed a finger over Allen's mouth to silence him.

"It's all over you! Where is he? Where's the freshly made vampire that Road was so fond about?" The man questioned and Allen slapped his hand away.

"Who are you talking about?" Allen questioned

"His name, it's been sooo long. Three? Yes, three hundred years. I think, but don't hold me against it, but isn't his name, Kanda Yuu?" The man said trying to remember the name of who he was searching for.

"I'll ask again! Who. Are. You."

"Pardon me. Tyki Mikk at your service. Now tell me, where is he? You know him, I can tell." He smiled

"I'm not saying a word to you." Allen growled and brushed past Tyki.

Tyki grabbed Allen's arm and pulled him back. "I was going to let you go alive, but...another one for our group will be even better."

Tyki pushed Allen into the stone wall, knocking the wind out of him. He slowly unzipped Allen's jacket and ripped the collar of his T-shirt. Tyki admired the small scars that dotted Allen's neck before deciding where to make his own. Tyki slapped a hand over Allen's mouth. His muffled protests could be heard as Tyki's fangs broke the skin, allowing the blood to flow. The slight pain that Allen had once felt didn't bother him anymore, but the thought of this man taking his blood. Allen rolled his eyes in disgust and tried to push the vampire off of him as he was slowly drained of blood. Slowly, Allen became light-headed, slowly weak and he let himself fall limp. Tyki removed his fangs from the flesh and bit into his own. Droplets of blood bubbled over the wound and flowed over the side of his wrist. Tyki opened Allen's mouth and let the blood drop in.

"Welcome back, newcomer."

Allen gasped as he woke and sat up quickly to search the room for the man who had just murdered him. Allen breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that he was alone in the room. Allen swung his legs over the side of the bed and flipped on the lamp that sat on the edge of the nightstand.

Another reason Allen hated his dreams? He would sometimes forget that they were not reality as of yet. Allen calmed himself down, stood and searched the room further, he noticed that it was well past midnight and that Kanda was nowhere to be found. Allen realized that it was to be expected, them sleeping at different times.

Allen sat and thought about the dream. What exactly had happened? That man was obviously a vampire, but dropping his own blood into his mouth? That was something that Allen didn't want any part of.

Allen thought of what that could mean but gave up and crawled back into bed, pulling the sheets over his head.

Kanda creeped back into the room just before the sun peeked over the horizon. He latched the window shut and closed the peach curtains to stop any sunlight that might enter. Allen was still fast asleep so Kanda laid down on the bed next to his and closed his tired eyes. He dreamt of nothing, well mostly nothing, in the dark nothingness was a small light and he desperately tried to reach. As he walked, the light became brighter and Kanda trailed a hand along the stone wall that had appeared. He knew he shouldn't go to the light, it'd kill him, yet Kanda kept walking and the black nothingness slowly took shape. First it had been the light, then the stone wall and as Kanda stepped into the light, the nothingness was gone. He stood now in a forest, the tall trees souring high into the light gray, after the rain sky. The leaves dripped the recently fallen rain drops and the song birds began their calls once more. Among the song the birds and the rustle of leaves in the wind, was a song. Each syllable was beautiful and every note sung perfectly. Kanda followed the sound, and quickly came to a clearing. He saw a flash of white before he shot awake.