And so, night had finally fallen. Kyon was dreading it, but that was never anything new. Only tonight, it was for slightly different reasons. Aidou wanted to see him and they were going to 'feed' as he had put it the night before.

The thought made him feel ill, but not as ill as his bloodthirst did as a whole. The dinner he had with Ginji did nothing but make it that much worse, with his horrbly injured leg. He was starting to hear it pulsate around, over and over again.

Kyon was pretty sure at this point he was about to lose his mind. If Aidou had found someone to donate him a little blood, by god, he'd take it.

Anything to stop this, if but temporarily.

Kyon stepped out of his room and shut the door behind him. Just before walking up, he could hear the distinct sound of Aidou's voice along with another near him. They were talking about vampires. About him, Kyon was sure.