Chapter Four:

The next morning Malayne woke up with a groan escaping her lips, she felt a craving coming from the pit of her stomach as she remembered she hadn't gotten nutrients from the night before. She sat up and stretched, grabbed her phone and then yet again, a groan passed her lips. Once again it was 8:30 in the morning, she always woke up at this time everyday ever since her fiance had passes. It took months before she could even sleep in her bed by herself, and still she has not grieved for him yet.

Malayne ambled her way out of her bedroom and was immediately reminded of the day prior, as there was three men in her living room. Kyoya Ootori was asleep on her couch, Tamaki Souh was asleep on her floor by Kyoya, and their driver was asleep in her recliner. Malayne remembered after dinner the storm was still raging and so she let them stay the night. She apologized for the short amount of room in her home, and even though the boys still complained, she really did like that people were in the home. She couldn't believe that part of the host club was here in her home, not that she was a fan, but she understood how big of a deal that was to have them in her home.

God I hope no one hears about this. I don't want to be noticed now...

Malayne glided into the kitchen to start the coffee, and to make some food for everyone. She opened the blood packet that was in her fridge and swiftly poked her fangs into the bag and sucked the contents dry just in case someone woke up. Dutifully she started coffee as the packet stuck onto her fangs, got the cream and sugar out, and turned on her oven. She pulled the plastic bag out of the entrapment of her fangs and quickly discarded it.

"Do you need any help," A voice asked behind her

Malayne jumped, but quickly calmed down once she found the driver standing in the doorway.

Tamaki woke up to the smell of fresh coffee being brewed and food being prepared, but he still had to think of how he wound up sleeping on an unknown floor.

Oh I'm at Miss Malayne's house, he thought slowly. He slowly got up from his makeshift bed that Malayne had made, and made his way into the kitchen, where he assumed everyone was. As soon as he walked closer, he heard the voices coming from the dinning room. When he looked in he saw Malayne and his driver sitting at a table that wasn't their previously. The driver was sitting upright and held the mug in place on the table, Malayne on the other hand slouched in her chair and held her coffee to her. They were chatting about schools they had gone to and what Malayne wanted to do once she finished high school.

"My dream job... that is a very difficult question as I would love to do many things. I would love to continue my bakery here, but I would love to do forensic science and work in the field to pick up the samples and help find the victim's killer. I have always wanted to study the killers, but then I wanted to become a medical examiner to find out how they died, but now I want to make sure that nothing is missed and I can give my all to help these families that have suffered and give them some sort of closure. It wouldn't be much but at least I know I did all I could for those families."

"You sound like you have gone through the same thing," The driver whispered.

"I have with my deceased fiance, unfortunately." She sadly said but quickly shook her head and went back to talking happily.

"Oh Princess! I am so sorry for your loss," Tamaki exclaimed as he rushed over and glomped the unsuspecting girl.

"Mr. Souh I am alright," she chuckled and pushed him off lightly, "Go have some coffee, food will be ready in a little bit."

Tamaki nodded, when he came back Kyoya was up and sitting at the table with the others, looking very tired and angry. Malayne swiftly glided into the kitchen and grabbed coffee for Kyoya and food for everyone. They quietly ate their food, and when they were done Malayne took their plates into the kitchen to wash later. Malayne dissappeared into her room for a little bit but reappeared with her hair coloured brown, a long sleeved black shirt, and dark skinny jeans. She hadn't taken her contacts out that night,and so she looked as normal as she couldn't. She wore no make up, and she pulled her hair up into a messy bun since she was going to work.

Once everyone had their shoes on and we're making their way to their cars, Malayne looked at the clock and smiled.

"Good, I'll make it there on time. Well I suppose with the rain, it will probably be more like 35 minutes," she thoughtfully whispered.

"It took us an hour to get here," the driver said.

"That's because you drove on the high way which takes you way out of the way. There's a road that is a straight shot back to town, but it doesn't show up on any maps. Plus it's not that good for nice cars or limos. You are welcome to follow me or take the highway, but either way I'm glad you guys stopped by. I'll see you at school Monday. Safe travels."

Malayne hopped in her car and waited for the other group to do so before she pulled away. The boys ended up following her on the back roads, so she actually slowed down for their sake. They still made it to town in less than 30 minutes because Malayne tested to see how her new friends kept up with the speed. They parted their ways as Malayne went to work and the boys were dropped off at home.

There was one thing that the driver wanted to say to someone, but never Malayne, and that was that he had found something in her home. When he dropped both the boys off at home, he pulled out his phone and looked at the photo he took at the girl's home.

There on the screen of his phone was a fridge compartment full of blood packets.