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Kia awoke from the discomfort placed upon his nose. At first he was going to yell at Yojan, but it wasn't him. "Yo... Kalia! Stop that! I'm awake now." Of course, his voice sounded funny with his nose plugged. Kia moved his nose out of her grip, and started to rub it. It was all sore, but it wasn't really hurt.

Upon looking at her, he noticed the blood bag. He was hoping all that was another dream, but looking at her, and then feeling his mouth and teeth, he knew it wasn't. He also had the intense desire to still drink from her. Grabbing the bag forcefully from her hands, Kia plunged his teeth in, piercing the bag with ease. It tasted the same as her blood, which caught him off guard at first. With a mumble, Kia spoke again, "Thakow." He was intent upon sucking on the bag at that point, feeling his strength returning.

Kia gave an evil glare at her when she patted him on the head. What was he, a dog to her? Then he smiled. A dog. To a werewolf. He couldn't help it. Suddenly, he started to laugh, hard and out of control. It was hard to do with his mouth full, and without dripping or splattering the blood. Somehow he had managed to do it though, and was still sucking away when he stopped laughing.

Kia made moved to get up, even if he did feel weak. He stood up, and steadied himself by resting his hands on the bed surface. He then got to see the damage he had done. He had managed to splinter the frame, cracking it almost all the way through. Then there was the tear marks from his teeth as he bit the bed. Then the stand on the floor, and the plastic scattered around the room from the first blood bag...

Then it dawned on Kia what he was drinking, and it turned his stomach. Thankfully he was done with the current bag, for if he wasn't, he didn't think he could of finished it. He couldn't believe he had done what he had done. He had drank blood, not once, but now twice! What kind of monster was he?

While Kalia was away, Kia looked around, and when he looked down, he realized what he was wearing. All he had on was a pair of his underwear. Feeling greatly embarrassed, Kia grabbed the blanket quickly and wrapped it around his waist. He couldn't believe he had done all that in nothing but his boxers!

He also noticed all the bandages that where half on him. Deciding that they had done their job, as he didn't seem to be injured anyway, he started to removed them as well, careful to keep the blanket around his waist the whole time. His face was beat red as he felt embarrassed. She must have undressed him to treat something. Oh, the humiliation!

Wait... she had to treat something. He had bandages on him. What had happened? Glass. But where were the cuts? Then he looked at his hand. Where were his bit marks? He was sure he had bitten it to try and calm himself. Was his teeth really that sharp? He ran his tongue over his teeth again, feeling the points of his K-9s. If only there was a mirror someplace, then he could confirm what his tongue told him with his eyes. Well, only one other way to test... Kia pressed his finger into his mouth, touching his tooth. In the process, he had snagged his finger on the sharp teeth. Pulling his finger out quickly, he noticed it was bleeding again, and had a small whole in the tip. Guess they really were sharp.

Kia was about to place his bleeding finger into his mouth, like what he did when he cut his hand on the bed, but then it brought back thoughts of drinking blood, which turned his stomach. He would have placed a cloth around it, but he didn't see anything to use that no one would care if it got ruined. Then, by the time he had decided to just stick it in his mouth, it had already healed. All that was left was a small dot of blood. He was amazed by himself, in a different way then usual. His body really did heal quickly. He wondered why?

Kia jumped when she spoke. He just sat on the bed, bandages all around him, as she walked in and set the tray on the table. He was still in his last position, holding his finger in front of his face. The dot of blood was still there. He then snapped out if it. realizing he was surrounded by bandages, he mentally slapped himself in the head for not wiping the blood on them. He grabbed one and wiped his finger off on it.

Kia then looked at what was on the tray, "You call that breakfast?" He pointed to the two steaks. "By the way, I think they might still be alive." He went and poked one with a fork, and made a quick mooing sound. "Yup, still moos." He wasn't liking the thought of raw meat. "Why don't I go downstairs and cook these, or at least my own. You do have a table down there, right?" He then remembered about his clothing, "Oh, yeah. By the way, where are my cloths?" He was blushing again, but was trying to hide the fact he was embarrassed about being in front of a girl in nothing but his boxers.

When she left, all Kia could think about was what kind of clothing she would come back to. Seeing her as a girl, all he though was dressing being thrown in the room. He seriously hoped that wasn't the case. He looked at his clothing in the hamper from the bed, as he didn't want to get up and move the blankets when she would be coming back. He could see the dried blood on them. He really must have been badly hurt, but he felt fine, except for the little pain he had when he actually broke the glass. Other than that, he didn't really feel much else.

When she tossed him some cloths, he did the only think he could, "Thanks." It was simple, and not enough for all that she was doing for him. When she had left, Kia tossed the blanket to the side, and started to rummage through the clothing she had tossed in. Surprisingly, it was all men's clothing. He found a pair of jeans that fit decently, if not a little large on him. he would just have to hike them up throughout the day, but they covered. Then he found a red shirt. It was simple, but decent. It also happened to be a little long, which helped cover the fact that his pants kept falling down a little.

Then he walked over to the hamper, and pulled out his old clothing. Some shards of glass where still in them, which clattered to the floor. They where a rust red, from the blood that had dried. You wouldn't know it, but it was once a good white shirt, ruined now. Then he looked at his pants. His favorite windbreakers, had long gashes in them. There were nothing but tatters at the thighs and ankles.

After rummaging to the bottom of the pile, he found his shoes. Out of everything there, his shoes where the only things to survive. Thankfully he hadn't taken them off when he got home, or he would not even have them. They had some blood on them, but not much. Dusting them off, he threw them near the door, so they would be separate from the trash clothing.

After all that, Kia opened his door. He was sick of seeing the room, and all the damage and bloody things in it. He needed to escape from that. Seeing a staircase nearby, Kia walked down, looking around at the house.




As Kia was walking down, the doorbell rang. A couple of hard knocks followed as well.

As Kalia was taking the delivery, the man seemed to be hiding his forehead, and you could almost swear that his hair seemed to have been singed. His eyes also kept seeming to look into her house. When he spotted Kia, he stared at him, till the clip board came back. "It was a pleasure miss." He said, which sounded a little strange, but not overly so. He reeked of cologne. It was so strong that is seemed to burn your nose. But he left, as though nothing was out of place or like he had finished his job.

Kia scratched his head as he walked down. He still felt like he was tired, though he had returned all but to his normal coloring. Kia didn't know what was in the boxes, so he decided to ask, "So. What did you get?"

He then actually turned at the bottom of the stairs and noticed how she was dressed. From what he had seen, she didn't seem to be the type to wear a dress. She seemed more like the jeans and sleeveless shirt type. The kind of person you would see walk down the street and walk to the other side to avoid. This made her look like a figure from the past. It made her look... cute. He was blushing again, as he feelings for her was mixed with the recent events. She was very beautiful.

It took him a moment to realise he had paused, almost in mid step. He didn't want to give away what he was thinking, so he just continued walking, hoping she hadn't noticed his pause. Maybe she would think her clothing had just caught him off guard, as it wasn't common dress for this area.

After a moment, he realized she had said something. "No no. these are fine. I don't mind them a little loose." He had grabbed a belt loop of his pants then, under his shirt, and pulled them up again. Then he left his finger looped in, as he held that side up more. They were more than a little loose, but they also wouldn't fall to the floor, even if his hand wasn't there. They just fell down lower than he would have preferred, for it showed his boxers beneath, that is if it wasn't for the long shirt.

"So, where did you get these cloths from? Is there someone else around here?" It was his first probe to see if she was free. He didn't want to make passes, only to get killed by a protective boyfriend or something. Maybe she was married? Did were's even get married? Did they have children?

Kia considered that. It explained a lot of things actually. Why there were men's clothing was certainly explained.

"So, you don't work with anyone else? There isn't anyone important in your life?" Kia took a breath, smelling the tea. "Well, I was also wondering if you might have figured out what I am yet. We know I'm not human." he licked his 'fangs' to prove his point. "When do you think these will go away? They weren't like this before..." He was now playing with his tooth again, poking and prodding it. It felt odd, yet familiar at the same time.

He took a seat at the table, something was finally at least a little normal now. He noticed that his steak was at least cooked this time, though hers still seemed raw. "So, do you always have steak before school..." Then it downed on him, he was missing school, and he had a meet in a few weeks! His eyebrows shot up. "What time is it? Where going to be late..." he mumbled the last part under his breath.