It's November 4th guys and you know what that means; it's Election Day! I hope everyone that could vote did so. If anything else, the voting booths are fun 'cause you get to spin a little wheel around to make your choices.

HerMemoriesErased: No, Rido is not Senna's father. Senna is Shiki's clone. Rido did, however, order her creation and therefore, calls himself her 'father' because he is the one that gave her life.

Just a heads up guys; when I'm talking about Rido in Senri's body there are little '' marks around Senri's name since I'm not sure what to call him. If I type Rido's name, images of Dirty Mop-san Sr. pop in my head but if I type Senri's name, I think of the adorably lazy model. The '' marks mean that it is Rido in Senri's body.

"Where are you taking me, Grandfather?" Ichijo was following his grandfather to an undisclosed location. He frowned at his grandfather's back. "Where is Senna? What happened to Senri?"

Ichiou glanced over his shoulder. "You'll see soon enough." He led him to a set of doors that were pulled aside by two kimono clad women. "Was the meal enough for the two of you?"

Ichijo's eyes widened. Sitting on a throne like chair in the middle of the room, was Senri. Only, it wasn't him. There was something different, something sinister that seemed to emit from the usually lazy boy. What shocked him even more though was that a teenage girl was sitting beside the throne, leaning her head against the armrest. She had long auburn red hair. Her eyes were closed as though she were asleep. She wore a black Lolita style dress. The black dress sleeves were short but the dress continued into long sleeves with white fabric. The white sleeves were crisscrossed with black ribbon that tied around the girl's wrist. The collar of the dress went just under the girls chin with white, lacy fabric and continued down until it stopped where the black of the dress formed a scoop neckline. The bottom of the dress had white lace circling just above the vampire girl's knees.

"Who are you?" Ichijo asked softly.

The girl's eyes snapped open. Her blood red eyes connected with Ichijo's green ones and she smiled softly at him. "Hello, Takuma-chan." She said with a singsong voice.

'Senri' tossed aside the dead woman that he had been feeding from and sighed. "The meal was decent." He reached over and patted the girl's head affectionately. "My cute little Senna-chan refused to partake of the meal though."

Senna stuck her tongue out and glared at Ichiou. "Her blood smelled gross." She stood up gracefully and skipped over to Ichijo. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head against his shoulder. "Will you let me have some of your blood, Takuma-chan?"

Ichijo pushed Senna away. He glared at his grandfather. "What did you do to Senna!?"

Senna pouted as though she were hurt by Ichijo's words. Ichijo could see though that this was all a game to her. This wasn't his cute, mischievous Senna that liked to steal his clothes so she could curl up in them. This Senna exuded a cold, dark aura that made Ichijo shudder.

"Senna, that's enough." 'Senri' said reproachfully.

Senna glanced over her shoulder and pouted. "But I'm hungry, Papa." She turned back to Ichijo and gave him a quick kiss on his lips before skipping back to 'Senri'. She smiled angelically at Ichijo. "Feed me later, Takuma-chan."

Ichijo was shocked. "What's going on!?"

'Senri' smirked. "Everything will be explained. Right now, I do believe Senna-chan is hungry."

Ichijo gazed forlornly down at the sleeping teenager. He pushed stray strands of auburn bangs from her closed eyes. "I'm so sorry, Senna. I shouldn't have left you alone."

Silver eyes slowly opened and looked up at Ichijo with terrified eyes. "Ichi-nichan, what's going on?"

"Senna!" Ichijo sat on the bed, placing both of his hands on Senna's cheeks. "Senna, are you okay!?" He frowned when her eyes closed. "Senna…?"

When Senna's eyes opened again, they were blood red. She smiled seductively up at Ichijo, wrapping her arms around Ichijo's neck. "I'm hungry, Takuma-chan. Will you feed me?"

Ichijo's eyes saddened but he helped the teenage girl sit up. He frowned at her sleeping attire. "You'll catch a cold if you don't wear more clothes."

Senna chuckled and buried her face in Ichijo's neck. "You don't like my clothes?" She wore a tight fitting red tank top with black sleeping shorts on.

Ichijo averted his eyes to the side. "You're hungry, right? Hurry up." He frowned as he felt Senna's fangs pierce his neck. He held the back of her head gently to his neck, allowing her to drink his blood.

Senna pulled her fangs out of Ichijo's neck and kissed the puncture wounds affectionately. She licked the remaining blood from her lips. "Thank you, Takuma-chan. That was delicious."

Ichijo pulled himself away from Senna. He walked to her door, not even looking back at her. "You need to get dressed. We're going back to Cross Academy tomorrow."

I'm sooooo sorry guys! This would have been so much longer but the news is calling to me. I hope you all have a great evening.