Mako was whistling a happy tune as she approached the infirmary. She was dressed as a nurse and had a happy smile on her face. The chance for bloodshed always put her in a good mood. As she came round a corner she was very surprised to see a familiar figure leaning against a tree reading from a book.

"Kiria, what are you doing here? Don't tell me you're actually going to get your hands dirty for a change."

He shook his head and spoke without bothering to look up from his book. "I'm just a messenger. Hokuto has changed his mind. Since Midou's already dead he doesn't think it's worth the risk of pissing off two vampires. The job is off."

A sharp frown dropped over her lips. "What? Who cares if there are two of them? With my powers…"

Kiria looked up from his book to glance at her with his misshaped pupils. "Hokuto knows what you can do, the job is off. Is that a problem?" He asked in a polite voice.

"No, even though I did get dressed up for this." She really wasn't happy but if the leader was calling it off she had no choice but to obey. Their organization had a very low tolerance for disobedience.

Kiria knew she was disappointed and nodded sympathetically before turning back to his book. "Try not to be too disappointed; things will start getting interesting before too long."

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In his sleep his dreams were vivid, filled with color and touch and even the scent of blood and sweat.

She was lying on top of him, her body grinding against his. Her mouth was greedily locked over his; her fingers were tearing into his shoulders, holding him in place as she rode him like some wild animal. Every gallop driving him closer to the edge, filling him with such pleasure.

As she rode him his own hands were busy, running up and down her creamy thighs and then reaching up to squeeze those magnificent breasts. His mouth was just as desperate as hers and their tongues searched and groped and played.

She lifted up her face a bit to look down at him with those lustful and hungry red eyes. Some of her long silver hair was matted to her face and neck. Her whole body was glistening with sweat. Looking up at her, at the way she was now, so bestial so primal, made him hunger for her all the more.

"Do you want me Tsukune?" She asked him in a voice that was a teasing purr.

"Yes," he panted.

"Then show me."

"What?" He asked desperately. He could feel himself reaching him limit. It was coming.

Her hands released his shoulders and grabbed his face. She brought her eyes down until they were only an inch away from his. "You have to show me! Show me that you want me! If this is what you really want then choose me! You have to show me I am the one you choose!"

"Moka! Moka I'm going… I'm going to…"

"Yes! Do it Tsukune! Do it!" Moka cried and slammed down harder and faster forcing him even deeper inside of her.

That was it and he let himself explode. "Moka!"

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"Moka!" He said and opened his eyes.

"Tsukune!" A beautiful pink hared girl said. She was standing over him and smiling down.

Tsukune froze and for an instant feared he had been somehow interrupted. Of course he quickly realized that what he'd just had, had been nothing but an amazingly life like dream. I never had a dream like that before, at least not one that was so intense. But I shouldn't think about Moka-san like that. If she ever knew she would probably kill me. He was surprised to find himself momentarily thinking about pulling off her Rosario to bring out the other Moka. Whoa! Since when do I like the scary Moka better than the sweet one?

"Tsukune is anything wrong?" Moka asked a bit nervously. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Sorry Moka-san," he apologized and offered her a relieved smile. Looking around he saw he was in a hospital bed in a small room. He noticed the antiseptic smell that hung over the stale scent of old dead blood. He also noticed the scent from Moka; he could smell the fear scent on her. The smells in here are really strong. How did I never notice what a sweet scent Moka has? "So I'm in the infirmary again." He sat up in bed. He'd been a visitor to this place several times. He inspected himself. He had bandages around his chest, shoulder and back but felt didn't feel hurt.

He was kind of hungry though.

"Are you feeling all right Tsukune?"

He nodded. "Yeah, actually I feel really good. How long have I been here?"

"Only a couple hours," she told him. "Your body will heal much faster than it used to since you're a vampire now."

And with that he remembered. He remembered everything clearly. Unlike his other transformations he didn't recall things through a dim haze this time. He could remember the look of fear on Midou's face and the taste of hot blood going down his throat. He jumped out of bed and went over to the little bathroom that was connected to this room.

"Tsukune?"

He stood in front of a mirror and stared into the image that was looking back at him. His hair had grown a little longer and was now a silver a shade or two darker than Inner Moka's. His skin was a bit paler. There were two fangs that hung there beneath his upper lip. And his eyes, his eyes were red and slitted. They were a vampire's eyes. "It really happened I… I really am a vampire now, aren't I?"

"Yes you are Tsukune," Moka answered quietly. "And there is no going back, I'm sorry."

He turned around to look at Moka. She was obviously unhappy, her scent made that even clearer than the way she was standing there. Though he was not feeling it he gave her a warm smile. "It's all right Moka-san; I realize there was no choice. If the other Moka hadn't done what she did we both would probably be dead right now. It's… it's not what I wanted, but I'll deal."

"Really?"

Her nodded. "Yeah, it's a lot better than the alternative, right?"

"Yes, of course," she answered quickly. "Once you get used to it I'm sure you'll enjoy being a vampire. I'll be right by your side Tsukune-kun, and I'll help you in any way I can."

"Ah, about that, there's something I think you could help me with."

"What?" She asked eagerly.

"I'm… I'm sort of hungry."

"Oh, I see," she said a bit nervously. She began pressing her fingers together. "I'm afraid I can't give you my blood Tsukune."

"Ah, o.k.," he looked down feeling a bit hurt. After all he had let her drink his blood whenever she'd wanted.

"It's not because I mind!" She clarified upon seeing his reaction. "It's because my blood would taste too bitter to stand. Vampires can't feed off each other."

"Wait, does that mean you can't drink my blood anymore either?"

"That's right," she said sadly. "It's a real shame too, your blood was so delicious, I'm going to really miss it."

"Hmmm, well that's good to know, but it doesn't help me with my problem."

"Actually Tsukune since you've already fed tonight you really don't need any more blood. I would never drink from you more than once a day, and for a vampire feeding like that is the limit. It's actually a little gluttonous, most vampires don't feed more than once or twice a week. And when we feed we don't normally drink more than about one cup's worth of blood."

"Wait a minute! If you didn't need to feed more than once or twice a week why were you snacking on me every day?"

"Because I could!"

Tsukune sweat dropped.

"Anyway, being a vampire you can still eat regular food. I mean I would sit down and eat with you and the others all the time. You can't draw as much nutrition eating that way as you can from drinking blood, but so long as you get blood at least once a week or so regular food should be fine for settling your appetite. In fact, wait just a minute." She darted out of the room.

"Moka, where…" he was talking to empty space.

Just a minute later she returned holding two cans in her hands. "Here Tsukune, try this."

"Tomato juice? I prefer cola Moka-san."

"Try it! It's not a bad substitute!"

He went ahead and did so. To his surprise he found it wasn't too bad. Even better it filled his stomach and knocked down the hunger.

But it couldn't make his appetite go away completely.

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"I can't believe she asked us to leave!" Kurumu said angrily. She Mizore and Yukari were back in the girls' dorm in her room. None of them felt like sleeping. "I mean can you believe her?"

Mizore shrugged. "We left though didn't we?"

"Desu! I think Moka was right! After what happened to him it would probably be best if she was the one to help him deal with it for now." Yukari said.

Kurumu looked at the little witch in annoyance. "It figures you'd be happy about this. You're probably just hoping for a threesome."

"Desu! You bet I am! I want to be the meat in a vampire sandwich!"

"You know I'm a succubus and even I find that kind of gross."

"Desu, you're just jealous 'cause now it's obvious who Tsukune is going to end up choosing."

Kurumu glared at the girl. While Tsukune had been unconscious the silver haired Moka had quietly explained exactly what had happened and why Tsukune had become what he now was. Since the only alternatives had been his dying or becoming a killing beast Kurumu was sort of glad how it had turned out. (She could not deny that no matter how cute Tsukune had been before, as a vampire he was very attractive.) But she did resent the fact that Tsukune had been placed in that situation in order to save a kidnapped Moka. And she did worry that Moka now had another advantage over her in trying to land her destined one.

"Listen you flat chested prepubescent idiot, Tsukune is my destined one. No way am I giving up on him! I don't care if he's a human, a vampire, or a jabberwalk I'm the only one he's going to be with!"

"What's a jabberwalk?" Mizore asked.

"It's an imaginary creature," Yukari said authoritatively. "One that probably still wouldn't choose a big boobed empty head over the amazing Moka!"

Bonk!

"Owie!" Yukari cried and rubbed the top of her head.

"I am not going to lose Tsukune to Moka!" Kurumu announced loudly. "I love him and I know we will be together."

"Maybe in your dreams you will." Yukari said.

"What was that?"

The little witch ran for her life as the angry succubus extended her claws and wings.