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Kelly tugged on the cuffs of his long sleeved sweater. It was a hot day. So hot he was actually contemplating taking his sweater off. He sighed and pulled his hood over his head instead, and focused his attention outside. There was nothing particularly interesting on the other side of the glass but he really wished there was. He was bored.

He tuned out the teacher and idly fiddled with his pencil.

"Mr Sutin?"

"...."

"Mr Sutin!?"

Kelly jumped a bit in surprise as he turned his attention to the teacher. He tilted his head to the side in confusion and raised his brow, "Mr. Clark?"

Soft chuckles sounded around the classroom.

"Please come to the board and complete the equation," Mr Clark, his Math teacher, was glaring daggers at him as he commanded him in a stern tone.

Kelly sighed internally and got up. He made his way to the front of the class, trying to ignore the eyes on him and took up the marker. He solved the equation and went back to his seat, back to his previous position of looking longingly out the window and fiddling with his pencil. Unlike the rest of the students, his math book was empty. As a matter of fact, all his books were empty aside from the occasional sketch or poem that he produced out of boredom. He really didn't need school. His father was a very enthusiastic home schooler and had taught him everything up to college level by the time he was 15. And he was more than happy to comply with his father's curriculum. He had no friends and nothing better to do anyways. With his memory and what he had been taught he could probably slack off for his first 2 years of college. If it wasn't for his father calling the night before and threatening to break all his paint brushes and ban him from his art room for a year, he wouldn't be sitting in class.

He didn't pay attention to the reaction of the class or the teacher as he imagined all the fun he could be having if he were home. He'd be dancing to music while painting and making up words to match the instrumentals. He wouldn't have to wear his sweater or deal with crowds and everyone wouldn't be at risk of waking up moaning his name in the middle of the night and giving him headaches.

"Hey, class is over you know? It's time for lunch..."

Kelly didn't move, "Why go to lunch anyways? You don't need to eat. Are you allowed to drink blood in the cafeteria?"

Feron laughed, "Yes I am. Now let's go, I'm starved and you're sitting with me."

Kelly sighed and got up. He pulled his hoodie over his head and adjusted his gloves. He double checked to make sure the necklace was around his neck and grabbed his math books before walking out of the classroom. As usual, he had a very clear path to his locker. Everyone had learnt by now not to bump into him or get too close and Feron's imposing presence behind him might've helped too. Kelly opened his locker and took out his lunch while throwing his books in and closing the locker. He let Feron lead him to the cafeteria and didn't say a word when he noticed them passing the cafeteria doors and heading to a section of the school that was a bit deserted. He silently followed Feron into an empty classroom and watched as Feron bolted the door shut. Kelly sighed internally and a shiver ran down his spine.

"Ok.... now would be the perfect time to tell me why exactly we skipped the cafeteria and ended up in an empty classroom in the most deserted part of the school...." Kelly stood still as Rylen gently pushed his hoodie off his head and tentatively cupped his cheek. He saw Feron's eyes darken and his fangs extend and he thought back to what the vampire had said before.... he was starved.

"I've never tasted the blood of an Incubus before...."

"Yea?... Well my sister says it's pretty...valuable..." Kelly's voice shook and he felt his breaths quicken as Feron's hand gently gripped his neck. He dropped his lunchkit as Feron slipped his other hand beneath his hoodie and removed the article of clothing. "Feron...wait... we can't..." he ignored the very hyperactive section of his mind urging him to continue and held a hand out to stop him. "We promised we'd go slow... This isn't slow...."

Feron shot him a helpless smile and sighed, "Ok... slow. We'll take it slowly," he took out a small blood bag from his pocket and drained the thing in one gulp.

Kelly glanced at his hoodie and decided that he didn't feel like putting it on. He adjusted the collar of his white undershirt and smoothed it before picking up his hoodie and lunch kit. He made himself comfortable by sitting crosslegged on a desk and helped himself to his sandwich, "Is that enough blood for you?"

Feron sensed his worry and chuckled, "Vampires don't need alot of blood. Most of us are just greedy. We only need around half a blood bag of blood every week. The rest of that is just the hunger. Its always there... and some vampires can't deal with that so they drink blood every day. One blood bag lasts me two weeks."

"Where do you even get the blood?"

"Volunteers. People volunteer under the agreement that we don't hunt the other races. I mean we have to be fed anyways so it's either we pay for blood, we steal it or they start a war they won't win."

Kelly arched an eyebrow and motioned for Feron to elaborate. He understood that war would be bad but he didn't understand why Rylen thought the Vampires would win.

"Well the Witches are neutral and hate politics so they'd probably either help both sides or ignore the war altogether. Werewolves have a separate treaty with us and their blood is toxic to us anyways so they wouldn't have a reason to fight unless the current Alpha has a hero complex. Humans raising a war with any race could lead to all the races reacting out of self preservation because they might be next and the other races are too few in number to be a real threat unless they ban together. It would need cooperation to take down the third most abundant race in the world and even after hundreds of years of peace, there isn't that much trust. Besides, who would be in charge? How would they maintain peace between their forces?"

Kelly gave it some thought. Besides, vampires were all but immortal and were a pain to kill. They had enchanted items that kept them safe from the sun and majority of them had some kind of gift or talent that would make them even harder to kill. Add the fact that the older they were the more powerful they were and the battle would be an almost endless massacre. Kelly shuddered.

"Well... knowing my family, we probably wouldn't be involved. Succubi and Incubi dont like fighting. We prefer to stay away from conflict. Well....unless that's a kink. Sex demons are crazy sometimes," Kelly rolled his eyes as he remembered the many many sex talks he had endured with his immediate and extended family. Sex was a regular topic among his species and they expected their children to be well aware of the topic at an early age.