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posted by Vampiyaa
"So, where are we going?" Aiko grinned. Blaine beamed at her.
"I was thinking someplace special," he said, trying to sound casual. Aiko thought and then replied, "Do tu have somewhere in mind?"
"Take a look." Blaine pointed to the entrace of the new amusement park. Aiko gasped.
"No way!" she laughed. "You actually got tickets?" Blaine shrugged and said, "It wasn't hard. When I dicho I was the agent of Dusk Rivers, they had to let me in."
"How much were they?" Aiko asked curiously. Blaine hesitated.
"Not much," he dicho hastily.
"Blaine, tell me."
"No."
"Yes." Aiko stared hard at Blaine from over her sunglasses, until he finally sighed.
"Fine," he dicho in exasperation. "They were a hundred apiece."
"Blaine, that's ridiculous!" Aiko cried out, stomping her foot. "Why were they so much anyway? Tickets are usually just fifty per."
"Er... because tonight is the Harvest Moon Festival," he dicho quietly. "And because I dicho I didn't care how much they were." Aiko stared at Blaine for a while, and then sighed.
"You are very strange to me, tu know that?" she said. Blaine grinned and replied, "Yeah, I know." Aiko flinched when Blaine handed the ticket woman the hundred-dollar tickets. A man standing in line beside them peered at Aiko over his spectacles and said, "Hey, aren't tu Dusk Rivers?"
"Ah... no," dicho Aiko hastily. "Everyone says I look like her, but..." Her voice trailed off.
"Moving on," dicho Blaine quickly, steering Aiko away from the line. What neither of them noticed was that somebody was following them closely. Somebody with a long, sinister looking capa and a hat that shielded his face in shadow. Someone with glowing red eyes and fangs that were wishing to sink into Aiko's throat.
"Ah... no!" Blaine sighed, when a drop of water landed on his nose. "It's raining!" Aiko froze stiff and immediately looked at the sky. It was too dark for her see if thunder was involved.
"How about we go in...?" Blaine began to suggest, but his voice suddenly went slack as he noticed Aiko's horrified look. Aiko shook her head to try and clear her mind and then smiled nervously at him.
"Y-yeah!" she stammered. "There's a warehouse over there. We''ll... stay in there for a while." Blaine followed her curiously into the warehouse and shut the door.
"This is one huge warehouse," exclaimed Blaine. The warehouse was nearly the size of a football field, with large boxes scattered here and there.
"Hey, there are stairs over there," dicho Blaine. He approached them and climbed out of sight. At that moment the lights shut off.
"Gah!" Aiko gasped, jumping backwards and tripping over a box. When she finally managed to get up and brush herself off she heard a rustling siguiente to her.
"Blaine?" she whispered. "Is that you?" Blaine didn't answer.
"Blaine?" Aiko said, blinking in the darkness. "Okay, come on, this really isn't funny." Blaine did not reply. Aiko began to feel her way through the darkness, panic starting to build up in her chest.
"Blaine, if this is your idea of a joke, it really isn't funny at all!" she dicho irritably. She jumped when her hands found something soft.
"Ah... i-is that you, Blaine?" she whispered.
"Maybe," dicho Blaine's voice quietly. Aiko swelled up with anger.
"Where have you—?" she started to ask, but at that moment a loud clap of thunder sounded from outside. Aiko jumped, squeezed her eyes shut and sank to the floor, praying that whatever building she was in, it had a roof on it. o at least something rubber inside it.
"Aiko...?" Blaine dicho uncertainly.
"Ah... it's nothing!" she dicho hastily, stumbling upward. "I just—" A segundo clap of thunder was heard, and this time Aiko flinched and yelled, "Uh... I HAVE TO GO!" She tried to run for the exit, but ended up slamming into Blaine and knocking him down. Aiko buried her face in his chest, her hands clenched against his camisa, camiseta and her whole body flinched.
"Aiko, are tu afraid of thunder?" Blaine asked her. Slowly and shakily, he felt Aiko nod. Another loud crack of thunder pierced through the air. Aiko flinched again, and this time she slid her arms around Blaine's waist and hugged him tightly.
"Come here, silly," Blaine laughed, sliding his arms around her shaking figure. He felt her trembling under his arms and for some reason he couldn't help but think somehow this was right.
"Blaine, don't let it hurt me," Aiko whispered, clinging onto him as if for dear life. Another crash of thunder; Aiko screamed and squeezed Blaine even más tightly.
"Shh..." soothed Blaine, smoothing back her hair in a comforting sort of way. After a while the storm blew itself out and the cracks of thunder and lightning stopped.
"Aiko," whispered Blaine. "Come on, wake up."
"Nng," she replied. "Is the lightning gone?"
"The lightning can't hurt tu anymore," Blaine insisted. "It's nearly two in the morning; Elaine going to kill us."
"'Kay," Aiko mumbled. They exited the warehouse to find the park dark and closed.
"Oh God, we are so dead..." dicho Blaine desperately.
"Wait," Aiko dicho hastily, tugging on Blaine's sleeve. "When was the last time tu replenished?"
"Oh, brother..." Blaine dicho exasperatedly.
"Don't tu 'oh, brother' me, Mr. Vampire," she dicho firmly. Blaine rumpled his hair and dicho quietly, "Two months ago."
"That's ridiculous!" Aiko exploded. "Let's go behind the building and—"
"No," dicho Blaine flatly. "We really need to go before Elaine has our throats."
"She's not the one who need mine," Aiko hissed. They stared at each other for a while, and then Blaine allowed Aiko to tug him behind the building and into the shade of the trees.
"Nobody will see us here," she dicho softly, cheking for any intruders. She slid down the muro and tied her hair back.
"Okay, go," she dicho firmly. Blaine put on arm on her shoulder and one arm around her neck. He opened his mouth wide, exposing his fangs, and slowly and carefully pressed them into her neck.
"She... she isn't even in pain..." Toyo gasped. "Well, not entirely in pain..." He watched Aiko's face twitch slightly, but still not a single scream emmitted from her rosy lips as it had done on the occasions when Toyo needed to replenish. Toyo doubled over when the scent of her blood was carried por the sudden gust of wind , his eyes flashing a glowing red.
"Got... to... get out... of here..." he choked, running in the opposite direction. Aiko exhaled slowly, the pain fading away slowly as Blaine took his fangs out of her neck, panting. His eyes were glowing red as he stared at her; Blaine's consciousness had been dado away to his senses. Slowly they faded from red to chocolate brown again and his dark expression slid into something that was almost devastated.
"Can... can I try something?" he asked quietly. A trickle of blood was running down the side of his mouth.
"Um..." stammered Aiko, noticing how close Blaine's face was to hers. "Sure, I guess." Blaine reached out and cupped the side of her face with his hand.

End of Excerpt. Aren't I just cruel? :D
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