Fine Again

You look so beautiful today
When you're sitting there it's hard for me to look away
So I try to find the words that I could say
I know distance doesn't matter but you feel so far away
And I can't lie

Every time I leave my heart turns gray
And I wanna come back home to see your face tonight
Because I just can't take it

Another day without you with me
Is like a blade that cuts right through me
But I can wait
I can wait forever
When you call my heart stops beating
When you're gone it won't stop bleeding
But I can wait
I can wait forever

~Simple Plan, I Can Wait Forever

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The men called her many things. Things that she didn't understand and usually preferred not to understand. And usually, all the things they said depended on the timing of the looks they gave her. It always depended on the looks and the timing. Whatever the look was, it usually said many feelings. But never to someone else, though. Just to her. She didn't know how she knew, though; she just knew. 

Sometimes they would even cry when they were with her. That would cause her to turn her head and look at them, puzzled, as a result. Grown men crying - that, to her, was a wonderment of sorts. Quite something there. A puzzle to be intrigued by, she mentally remarked to herself. Secretly, she had always wanted to solve that kind of puzzle. 

Usually, the men would call her names. False names. Pet names, just to make her into someone else. 

Annie. Patricia. Marie. Teresa. Betty. Janice. 

Names of the other girls and older women that meant nothing to her and, she suspected, would mean little more to the men that came and paid her for her services almost each and every night as she stood on the street corners she had picked out for herself. 

She called herself 'Buffy'. Just that: Buffy. 

Her hair was the color of daffodils. The most amazing feature that belonged to her was her eyes. Whenever she locked eyes with someone, they would usually take note of how her eyes reminded them of either one of two things: the color of emeralds or the shamrocks in Ireland.

She was eighteen years of age.

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They were born Vampires, raised to believe that there was crime in the world, and that criminals were, first and foremost, the right kind of victims for a vampire to drain the blood from. After all, who was going to mourn for a pedophile, a mugger or even a member of a violent gang when they met with sudden death? Nobody, of course.

Their names were Joey Wheeler, Yami Moto and Seto Kaiba. Yami was Yugi Moto's older brother, and Seto Mokuba's older brother. Kaiba was eighteen years old, and Yami looked to be the same age (but was actually 5,000 years old). Joey was also eighteen years old, too.

One thing that Joey, Yami and Kaiba had in common was that they were quite striking in their looks — or, in other words, simply catnip to anybody who would look up and lock eyes with them. It was said they could lure even a female serial killer (such as Aileen Wuornos) into their clutches. Well, that was very true, of course. 

And there were so many different kinds of criminals for Joey, Kaiba and Yami to feed on as well: muggers, rapists (especially child rapists, which was Kaiba's forte because of his soft spot for children, especially orphans), child molesters and perpetrators of other crimes such as domestic violence, human trafficking and extortion, among others. 

At the moment, Yami had his fangs buried in the throat of a pedophile, who had, unfortunately for him, made the mistake of seeing Yami as a new victim of some kind. Now the pedophile was paying the price. Meanwhile, Joey had gotten hold of a man who had tried to commit murder and was also draining the man's life force slowly. 

Kaiba, for his part, had caught a serial killer who had been about to take away the life of an innocent man. It was only when he looked up and locked eyes with Kaiba before seeing the smirk on Kaiba's face and then the deadly fangs in Kaiba's mouth that the serial killer knew he had been caught in the act. 

Forgetting all about his victim, the serial killer (who remained nameless) then turned and began to run, but Kaiba, using his vampire speed, soon caught up with him. 

"And just where do you think you're going, young man?" Kaiba queried. The tone in his voice was all calm and collected, like he had all the time in the world, maybe. 

Not wanting to answer, the serial killer then turned and tried to run again, only to find himself suddenly up against the wall of the alley, with his arms pinned to his sides and his legs frozen. Kaiba had pinned him there by the shoulders, the deadly smirk still on his handsome visage. 

"I should've known you were the kind of guy that goes after and murders innocent people." He paused before adding, "Well, I won't have that. Not one bit at all, that is. 

"You see, my dear friend," Kaiba added after yet another moment's pause as he then began to work his powers of both hypnotism and mind manipulation on his criminal victim, "this is why you and your fellow criminals should never tangle with a vampire. Especially a vampire such as myself that feeds on criminals and killers such as you."

Whatever the killer wanted to say, witty or otherwise, had instantly vanished — along with his life a few moments later. 

Another criminal had been executed, vampire style. 

Well, that's the first chapter. Hope you liked reading it. :) And feedback is very much appreciated - especially the nice kind. After all, that's what helps me to write more, of course.