Soz guys. I know I haven't updated in while. I got a virus, and the new chapter i was gonna upload got cleared out when i kicked out the virus. Along with a whole new story i was gonna post on! A well. then I sorta didn't feel like typing it back up again, then i got a review frm sum1 askin y i hadn't updated, and it woke me up.

I have people to please!

So, here it is. But I'm still kinda bummed tht i lost everythin. But hey, tht's life, rite?

(Aido's Pov.)

As the bus went along, I took surreptious peeks at Key.

And every time I did, I drove a point deeper and deeper into my heart, and it had already reached the point of no return a long time ago.

(Key's pov.)

"So, what do I do?" I asked Shiki, as I centered my gravity across from him.

"Finding your power is difficult. But yours should be something like mine. It's been in our family for generations." he said, unusually talkative.

"Sooo... you want me to cut myself?" I asked in disbelief as I watched him nip his finger.

But, just as I finished my sentence, this long ass awesome whip shot out of his finger. my jaw hit the floor.

"COOL." I said .

I brought my index finger to my mouth and bit down on it, licking the blood that spotted my lip, then gasped in surprise when a whip shot out of my finger. I lifted my hand, and the whip was like an extension of me. It looked just like Shiki's, only it was aflame.

Wow. Purple fire. That was pretty cool.

I looked at my other hand, brought it to my mouth, and bit.

Another whip alight on purple flames shot out.

Coolies.

Shiki smirked at me. "It's easier to control one. So we'll train with one first, and then we'll move on to more."

"What will happen if I slit my wrist?" I asked, eager to know more.

"Other then becoming emo, a thicker whip will come out. But again, that's harder to control, so we'll train with one first."

"how do I get rid of this one?" I asked, sheepishly.

"Just think of it shrinking back in."

Just as he finished saying that, it shot back in.

Oh Yeah.

I could get used to this.

(Mystery persons pov.)

"She's back, my lord." I said reverently to the floating body infront of me. "Your daughter."

"Finally." Came a chilling reply as his hands shot out of the tank of blood and he pulled himself up weakly.

"Her blood... And I will be full." he licked his lips in anticipation.

"When shall we deploy?" I asked him, always thinking of strategy.

"We shall wait for my son. He will come to me."

"Of coarse, my lord."

I got up and bowed, leaving the room.

After he drank her blood, he promised me. He promised me I could have her heart.