Well, it’s been fun. n.n Perhaps I’ll do something else next year if I can think of one that’ll be fun. I couldn’t think of anything for ghosts…maybe werewolves. We’ll see.

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Enjoy. (evil grin)

He felt the pulse go through his body, like one large, pounding wave of energy surging through him. He gave a sudden heave of breath, his eyes jerking open before his lids relaxed, his irises turning bright crimson, though now the same intensity of the vampiress’- if not more so. With another beat he felt the surge again, then again…it was as if his body was being flooded with some warm, addictive…wickedly enjoyable liquid. As if power- as if mana itself could become a tangible fluid and drown his body from the inside. Slowly he sat up, his head hung low as he climbed to his feet in silence, his face covered in shadow from the pale light emitted from the moon. He licked his fangs, feeling them extend- of his own free will. He controlled every action, every part of his being. With every beat of his new heart he felt a surge of strength, of some dominate, supreme power. It was like when he had first turned, that absolute confidence of one who could do whatever he wished, except now it was magnified even beyond that. She had said she was more than their queen, that she was their god.

That’s what it was. That’s what this feeling, this power, this confidence was, that of a god.

He was a god.

“Lloyd…?” Colette whispered, her voice barely audible as she stared at him in horror.

He smirked as he lifted his head up, his eyes narrowed on her in a lax, nearly charming expression. It would have been charming, at any rate, if it wasn’t for the underlying cruel sense behind the expression and the way he slowly ran his tongue along one fang. They were nice to have, he thought again. He felt so complete with them, with his natural weapon. How had he managed to live as a dull-toothed human? So weak, so devoid of any genetic defense. They were right, he noted, that his fangs were rather thick, very strong.

“I’m sorry, Colette, did we scare you?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

“L…” she stammered, her eyes wide in horror.

No one said anything as he walked forward, the vampires bowing their heads as Lloyd reached out and ran his fingers through Colette’s golden hair, smiling in malevolent charm down at her as she shook.

“It isn’t that scary after you get used to it,” he purred, running his fingers along her trembling face, down her neck, “I promise, you’ll feel a lot better about it in a few days…”

“Lloyd-! Lloyd, please listen to me-!” she stammered, shaking her head.

“Lloyd!”

The teen turned slowly to look back at his father, whom had been released by the familiars whom now sat on the ground at attention- at his service, he noted. Kratos was approaching him, his maetala standing behind the spiky-haired male with a satisfied smirk.

“Now what is it you want?” Lloyd drawled, slightly irritated.

“Lloyd, don’t do this,” Kratos said, his eyes narrowed, “I know it’s difficult, but you need to remember what you really-“

Lloyd snarled, Kratos having to jump back as the familiars heeded their master’s and surrounded the auburn-haired male.

“What I am? Father, surely you know better than that,” he hissed, walking forward, the meager vegetation under his feet curling up and falling to dust as he trod the ground, “This is what I am, you contributed to that.”

“Your mother did as well, Lloyd,” Kratos said simply, his face blank.

Lloyd winced a bit, clutching his exsphere. This lasted but a brief second before his face curled into a violent snarl, one of the bats knocking Kratos down with its wing to express their liege’s emotion.

“How dare you speak of my maetala,” he hissed, “Were you not the one that killed her, father?”

“She’s your mother, Lloyd, not your ‘maetala’,” Kratos returned, his eyes misted, “your mother wasn’t something as vile as I am; you shouldn’t call her such names.”

“Vile? Hah!” Lloyd spat, baring his fangs. “You speak that way of our own kind!”

“…” Kratos trailed, glancing away.

“You-“ Lloyd began.

“You’re still you,” a voice choked.

Lloyd froze, then slowly turned to look at the still trembling Colette. The male looked at the girl a moment more before she managed to choke out the sentence again, noting all the bleeding red irises locked on her being.

“You’re still Lloyd,” she stammered, shaking violently, “It doesn’t matter…you told me it didn’t matter, Lloyd! Even…even if you- you’re like this, you’re still…you’re still…”

Lloyd smacked her across the face.

“You little wench,” he hissed, glowering down at her as she looked up at him in horror, “How dare you question my judgment, you little-“

She looked right back at him, unwavering her gaze from his.

“…” he hesitated.

She was very brave. She always had been, to willingly go to what should have been her death, to bear the curses of becoming an angel without even telling a soul. Her bravery was all the more evident even now, when she refused to look away from him. It was very admirable, very…desirable. He smirked, his expression sliding back to that of smug contentment. His eyes flashed crimson and Colette froze, her mouth falling agape somewhat. The vampires released her and he pulled her to him, moving her golden locks away from her neck as she stared numbly into nothingness.

“You’re a rare beauty, to have such a rebellious courage…” he half-purred half-hissed, poising his fangs above her neck.

“L…” she stammered, her fingers twitching just a bit.

“Lloyd!” Kratos snapped, but was cut off from moving by the stone creatures.

“You’ll be the most glorified queen in our history, I swear that to you,” he said.

She managed only a choking sound as Lloyd licked up her neck, feeling her soft skin beneath his tongue. He could feel her heart beating, feel her pulse pounding, smell the scent of her blood beneath her skin. Yes, he would have her, he needed her. He needed her blood, her body her l-

Love?

His fangs stopped a millimeter from her neck, just like the first time he had attempted to do so.

Wait…her…love? What was this then? This wasn’t love, was it? No! Of course not! Wanting to possess someone wasn’t love… This was wrong. This was-

He flinched, his heart giving one large beat that shook his body.

“Still resisting after all of this?” the vampiress hissed in displeasure, still holding the heart she had torn from Lloyd in her hand. “I was so hoping it wouldn’t have to come to this, Lloyden, but you leave me no choice now…”

All eyes jerked to the woman as her nails began to dig into the red tissue of Lloyd’s heart.

“No-!” Kratos shouted.

Lloyd let gave a cry of pain when she gave his heart a violent squeeze. Kratos let out a shout of anger and attempted to attack his maetala while the familiars were immobilized along with their new lord. He was met by a wall of the lower vampires, but easily knocked most of them out of his way. In a blur he reached out and closed his hands over her throat, though she merely reacted with a confident, satisfied smile.

“You finally have the will to kill me?” she purred, smirking a bit. “It took you a long time, my son.”

“Why are you doing this to him?” he demanded, his fangs bared. “Why-? You evil- If you want revenge of me you should wreck it on me, not my child-!”

“Now what would be the fun in that?” she cackled.

“You-!”

A loud biting sound drew their attention. Kratos stared in horror as the woman in his grip laughed at the top of her lungs, watching as Lloyd sunk his fangs into Colette’s neck. The blond gaped up at the moon, her eyes wide as her jaw dropped open, a soft gasping sound emitting from her mouth.

“No…” Kratos whispered, watching his son drain her blood.

“Ah…ah…” Colette choked, her canines lengthening slowly.

“Lloyden…” the man trailed, his grip slipping off his maetala.

After a minute or so Lloyd drew back from the blond, who swooned and fell toward the ground only to be caught in Lloyd’s arms. The brown-haired male picked her up bridal style, slowly turning to face his father and the vampiress. He eyed them with his crimson irises as a pale light, like snow, seemed to surround Colette and then disappear to show her clad in a silken gown, a wispy bride’s dress. The vampiress cackled, walking forward with her fangs bared in a grin.

“I’m so very proud of you, my darling little Lloyd,” she purred, looking down at the unconscious Colette, “You now have your bride…the future of our race is assured. Provided, of course, you have many children…”

“That is my intention, grandmother,” Lloyd reported, lightly stroking Colette’s hair with his hand, “I shall give her a bit of time beforehand, however.”

“Yes yes, of course,” she nodded, “Take your time, your highness.”

“As for you…” Lloyd turned his gaze to Kratos, whom merely stared back sadly.

“…” the man’s eyes misted a bit.

“Are you going to get in my way again, father?” he asked. “You’ve done such before, I wouldn’t be altogether surprised…”

“Are you happy like this?” Kratos asked softly.

“What kind of question is that?” Lloyd snarled, his eyes flaring in intensity. “Of course I am.”

He was. He was, damn it. He liked it this way; he liked this power, he liked his fangs, he liked this supreme confidence, he liked having Colette was his. She was his now, right? She was one of them…so he couldn’t back out now even if he tried. Colette was one of them, and he could rebuild his race. Have children, vampire children that he could show how to suck the marrow from bones, that his grandmother could coddle and spoil- …Like what? Like she had done to him? All that she had done to him, lied to him, manipulated him? Why should he trust her with his future children? Hell, she had just used his own heart against him! She was still using him! He’d be more likely to trust Kratos with them-… Especially since…since Kratos actually seemed to care- He shook his head.

“Why do you care if I’m happy with this or not?” Lloyd asked Kratos, frowning slightly. “What business if it of yours?”

Kratos said nothing.

“…Kratos, I’m going to ask you something,” he said curtly, “If I were to rebuild our race, how would you treat my children?”

“The same way I’d treat them if they were human,” Kratos replied, his face blank.

“Why are you trifling with such questions, Lloyden?” the vampiress scoffed, annoyed. “What does it matter what Kratos thinks? He is no longer important-“

“I believe that’s my decision now, is it not?” Lloyd hissed, glaring at her.

The woman flinched somewhat and then smirked again, nodding.

“Yes, it is,” she chuckled under her breath, “Well then, make your decision, your highness.”

“You can turn her back, Lloyd,” Kratos stated.

What?

“What are you-?” he began.

“It’s true, you are the ruler, you can change her back if you willed it so,” Kratos stated, looking at Colette, “If you desire to turn her back, you can-“

“Be silent,” his maetala hissed, standing by Lloyd protectively, “He doesn’t need to hear such things, he has no need to hear such things. He is happy this way, Kratos, so he shall do what he wishes.”

There was a light groan that drew their attention to the blonde girl. Lloyd froze as Colette slowly opened her blue eyes, her mouth open somewhat as her fangs lengthened. Lloyd sat down on the ground while holding her, setting her on the forest floor while supporting her upper body with his arm. Lloyd found himself holding her hand as she opened her eyes, slowly looking around.

“That was very fast,” ‘maetala’ smirked, “You turn them quickly, Lloyden…very admirable.”

“L…Lloyd…?” she looked up at him, her face curled up in a confused, almost sad expression.

“…How do you feel?” he asked softly.

“Dif..frent…”she said, her eyelids fluttering a bit, “I…I…”

She stopped, staring up at Lloyd’s fangs. Slowly she ran her tongue up against her teeth, gasping when she felt the fangs. Her entire body began to shake violently once more as she slowly brought a hand up to touch her teeth, her finger-tips hovering just above the surface; afraid to confirm what she had felt.

“Colette-“ Lloyd started.

She was crying.

“…Colette… “ he trailed, his mouth falling agape somewhat.

She jerked her hand away from her mouth and in turn covered her eyes, crying into her palms. Lloyd tried to speak again as she threw herself into his chest, sobbing into the fabric over his heart. He found himself at a loss, gently putting his arms around her. He had made her cry, he had made her cry after he’d sworn he’d never let anything bad happen to her, that he wouldn’t make her suffer anymore. With a jolt he remembered how he had felt at first, how he had suffered, how much it hurt on so many levels… He looked down at her golden hair that shone in the moonlight like the sunlight from the day before.

“Oh, pay it no mind, she will come around just as you did,” the vampiress smirked down at them.

“…” Lloyd said nothing, his face hidden in shadow.

“…L-?”

She jumped back, finding that the bats that had surrounded Kratos had just lunged at her in turn, snapping at her gown as she gracefully leaped out of their reach.

“What’s the meaning of this?!” she scoffed, her fangs bared violently.

“I’m not letting you mess with her too…” he whispered, looking up as his eyes blared the most alarmingly red color, “I’m not going to let you get your way!”

“You-!” she snarled, holding up his heart in her hand. “How dare you turn on me-!”

One of the bats jerked forward in an attempt to bit her arm, another poised to snatch up the heart as they did so. With further unnaturally fluid movement she dodged, hissing violently.

“I’m your ruler, am I not?” Lloyd glowered at the vampires.

They merely nodded in compliance.

“Then get my heart,” he snarled, his eyes blaring.

They didn’t question, they didn’t hesitate, they simply did as they were told. The lot of them and the familiars attacked their former ruler, who lashed out with shocking speed with her knife-like nails. Lloyd looked up at Kratos, who had been watching in an awkward silence.

“How do I turn her back?” he asked softly.

“…Firstly, we reclaim your own heart,” he said, putting his attention toward the fight.

“Fine then,” Lloyd nodded, then looked down at Colette, “…I’m sorry.”

He gently kissed her forehead as she stared up at him, having been staring at the scene as well. With that he set her down and ran into the fray, Kratos with him. Colette watched in silence a moment before she clambered to her feet as well, attempting to pull out her wings only to find they would no longer come.

“Oh no…” she whispered, then shook her head, quickly pulling out her charkams.

Okay, she’d just do what she could then…

Then quite suddenly, everything stopped. Everything, seeing as the vampiress had her clawed hands around Colette’s neck. Lloyd froze in his tracks, his eyes wide as he stared in horror at the wounded woman threatening the blonde’s life, the pale female panting in pain and rage as she held Colette at bay and Lloyd’s heart in her other hand.

“How dare you…how dare you!?” she snarled, her fangs bared as her own blood slid down the side of her face. “You brat, Lloyd! You urchin! You’re just like your father, a disloyal, treacherous little bastard…”

“Let her go-“ Lloyd threatened.

She gave his heart another violent squeeze. He choked and fell onto his knees, panting heavily as Kratos attempted to keep him from hitting the ground.

“Now, then, since you’ve calmed down a bit, let’s settle this,” she hissed, looking down at the teen, “Which heart do you want, Lloyd? This one…or this girl?”

At this she dug her nails into Colette’s neck, the girl yelping in pain.

“C…” Lloyd stammered, trying to get to his feet.

“I’ll let you have one or the other, Lloyden,” she sneered, her smug expression gone, “So make certain you choose carefully.”

“Stop,” Kratos said, glaring at her, “Don’t you dare hurt him any further-“

“Let her go,” Lloyd choked, managing to clamber upright, “Let Colette go…”

He tried desperately to ignore the smell of her blood, though now it was not so much as hunger but…but now the smell was different. It alarmed him, instead of enticed him. It didn’t smell bad, no, but it was like a warning… The scent that warned him one of his own was in danger.

“Heh,” she smirked, loosening her grip on Colette, “Then we shall have no more trouble, do you understand me, Lloyden?”

He glared at her in response, but nodded curtly nonetheless. With that she all but flung Colette into him, the young vampiric ruler catching her on instinct.

“Now then, now that that’s over…” ‘maetala’ smirked.

She crushed his heart in her hand, the organ deflating like a balloon, shreds on muscle tissue caught in her nails and slipping through her spindly fingers. Lloyd fell to the ground, Colette yelping and trying to keep him from falling as Kratos instantly ran forward, grabbing his maetala roughly by the shoulders.

“You witch…” he snarled into her face.

“I’ve won no matter what you do to me now,” she merely smirked back at him, “Do your worst.”

“Gladly.”

He sunk his fangs into her pale flesh with all his strength, enough to cause her expression to momentarily morph into one of pain. She choked as her knees buckled and she fell to the ground, her body seeming to whittle away, shrinking, becoming smaller and smaller until she was once again what she had been before. A small, pale, frail little demon-child. However, this did not daunt her as one would expect. Instead, she merely continued to smirk up at him, though now far more weakly.

“And what is this going to accomplish, Kratos?” her voice choked, one small hand on her neck. “I’ve destroyed your son’s heart…you can’t save him now…. Even if you were to kill me, you can do nothing!”

He smirk widened into a manic grin, her little fangs bared as she threw back her head and laughed, shaking all present to the core with the high-pitched, wavering cackle.

“Kill me, go ahead! It won’t change a thing!” she continued to laugh. “I’ve still won, my son, I’ve still punished you!”

Kratos stabbed her through the neck and she merely slumped back onto the ground, still laughing until her voice left with her life, the blood pooling around her and staining her pale being. With that Kratos turned to Lloyd, dropping his blade and kneeling at his side as Colette fretted over him.

“Is he going to be all right?” Colette asked, looking up at him.

“He’ll live, yes,” Kratos nodded, unwilling to look at her, “…But…”

“But? But what?” she asked, fear evident in her voice.

“…With that heart he is a vampire among vampires, Chosen,” Kratos explained, “I cannot- no one can turn him human, he can’t even make himself human again.”

“Is that such a problem?”

They looked up at the vampires still assembled, the mass eying the trio and then their former queen’s corpse. The leader of the little band narrowed his eyes, looking a bit irritated.

“Our majesty will merely rule until his death, he has his queen, our race is still assured to rise once more,” he scoffed, pointing at Lloyd, “Unless you desire to betray us again, Kratos?”

“So that’s it then,” Lloyd said suddenly, all eyes back on him, “…I’m…going to stay this way.”

“Lloyd-“ Kratos began.

The teen stood up, his eyes closed as he calmly brushed himself off. When he opened his eyes again he looked at his father, his expression stern.

“How do I turn Colette back?” he asked.

The mass went into an uproar.

“But my liege-!”

“Is she not to your liking, your highness?”

“Shall we eat her instead?”

“You must have your queen, milord-“

“I don’t recall giving anyone permission to speak,” he snapped, hissing violently.

Reacting to his action the familiars in turn closed the vampires in a circle, hissing and baring their teeth at them, corralling them in a circle.

“Y…Yes, our apologies,” the leader bowed his head.

“Tch,” Lloyd spat, then looked at Kratos again, “Now…how do I turn her back?”

“Lloyd…” Colette began, hesitating.

“Put your hand over where you bit her,” Kratos closed his eyes, “And simply will her human.”

Before Colette could speak again he placed his hand on her still blood-stained throat, her body freezing at his touch. She managed only to look into his eyes as they gleamed red, her own blue ones wide. Those were the last things she saw as she slipped away, his eyes gleaming red. Once more she fell unconscious and Lloyd caught her, frowning deeply.

Her eyes were blue like the sky…like the sky with the sun, the sky that lit up the greens and browns and every color of the world. That light…that beautiful light…

“Take her back,” he said in a monotone, looking at the vampires assembled, “And then go back to the Shadow Temple until I call for you.”

There were no questions, no hesitations, they merely bowed and did as they were instructed. They all left, leaving Lloyd standing there staring up at the moon with the familiars beginning to circle around him, like dogs around their owner.

“…Lloyd-“ Kratos began.

“Why are you still here?” he asked without looking at his father.

Kratos hesitated, watching as one of the familiars rubbed its head against Lloyd’s shoulder, the vampire absentmindedly stroking its head. He looked…very much like him, he noted, that glazed, dead look, the pale skin, that sad expression.

“Why did you send them away?” Kratos asked.

“I wanted to be by myself for a while, but apparently you have something against that,” Lloyd hissed, glaring at his father.

“…Lloyd, you don’t have to…do this,” Kratos finished lamely, “You don’t have to live like this if you truly do not wish to-“

“I hurt people, I hurt Colette,” Lloyd said duly, looking back up at the moon, “I’m never going near people again. I’m…never going to go where I can harm them like that.”

“Is that what you really want, Lloyd?” Kratos asked softly, frowning. “Do you really wish to remain as you are?”

“I don’t have a choice anymore,” he stated, closing his eyes, “I…For a few minutes, I thought- I thought that I could get back to how I was, but…but that’s impossible now, isn’t it?”

“With that heart, yes,” the man nodded grimly, “…However…I was under the impression you believed there was always another way?”

“…” Lloyd fell silent.

“Or is it you no longer believe that?” he asked.

“…I want to believe it,” Lloyd admitted, “But…it’s…hard to think like that now. It’s…hard for me to think how I used to, it’s like…I’m not myself, not anymore.”

“Ll-“

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Kratos froze, slightly put off at the question. Lloyd turned to look at him, his expression sad and lifeless.

“Why didn’t you tell me who you were? What you were? Were you really…did you feel the same way toward me as she did to you? Do you feel that I’m merely…something to jerk around where you see fit?”

He had, hadn’t he? All those times he had shown up with hints, all those times he had nudged them in the right direction, all the while not telling him who he was…yes, Kratos had jerked him around just like the vampiress had. Only…only he had done all of that to help him, ultimately, as much as it irritated him.

“Lloyd, please…let me make up for my mistake-“ he began.

“Oh? And how is that?” he snarled, turning to face him violently as the familiars jeered at him in turn from his sides. “How the hell do you think you can-?”

“Take my heart,” Kratos said, putting his hand over his chest, “Though like yours, it is one of the nobility…with it I can still turn you back, I can make you human again.”

“Take…your heart…?” Lloyd stopped, staring at him. “Don’t be…that’s ridiculous, there’s nothing to replace-…”

He cut off, staring numbly at his father who merely stared back at him with his sad eyes. Then he realized what he meant. He wanted to trade places with him, he would take the heart of the ruler and Lloyd could go back to being human…but- but maybe he just wanted to rule over the v-…but if he did, he would’ve done it back then, wouldn’t have he? So…was it possible that this could work? But…but then…

“Do you want to be stuck a vampire as well?” Lloyd asked softly, frowning.

“My desires are unimportant-“

“Tell me. Honestly,” Lloyd snapped, his eyes narrowed.

There was a long moment of silence before Kratos sighed, shaking his head.

“No, I would hate to be, but it’s the only way I can see that will…help you.”

“But then…what will you do?” Lloyd asked slowly. “You…you’re going to be stuck with all of this-?”

“Yes,” Kratos nodded, “I imagine I will. However…as I’ve told you, I’m older. I can stand the sunlight, I can starve myself of blood…I’ll be able to keep going on about my business more or less, though just with slight…complications.”

There was another long silence as they looked at each other, and Lloyd slowly looked away from his father, up at the sky- but this time the stars.

“The night sky is beautiful,” he noted dully, “…but it looks the same as a human.”

“That it does,” Kratos agreed.

“…”

Lloyd looked at him, pulling at the scar over his heart…

“Ah! It’s so nice to be back out in the sun! We were in the dark so long my eyes were starting to feel funny!”

“Feh, my eyes still feel funny…”

Silence fell.

“O- Oh, sorry Ll-“

“Don’t be.”

Lloyd shook his head, walking a little faster away from the boy. He hadn’t talked to them much after he had explained everything, and he made a clear point to stay far, far away from Raine, whom despite being horrified found the whole thing quite fascinating. Another person he stayed away from was Colette, had avoided even looking at her. She tried to talk to him, yes, tried and tried again to get him to talk to her, so she could tell him that it was okay. That’s why he avoided her, because he knew she would tell him it was okay, when it wasn’t, not at all. He had bitten her, had sunken his fangs into her… Added to that, they had just left the Shadow Temple, where Lloyd again made a point to make sure they all avoided the vampire chamber, and fighting any zombies and skeletons. Being human again, he found he actually felt bad about what he had done to that zombie…so he’d figured he’d at least not kill any- again. Well, things were looking up at least, and they had only one more pact to make. Though they had ran into Kratos in Meltokio…and he looked normal, more or less. He was back in that white Cruxis garb, and otherwise looked just as he had before. He had been pale with reddish eyes to begin with, so there wasn’t much of a notable difference. The sunlight didn’t appear to faze him at all, and Lloyd had feeling that he would be fine…he had been one before, after all.

“Let’s set up camp,” Raine stated, “We’re all tired, so we should settle in.”

He didn’t tell them everything, just all they had to know. He didn’t tell them about the boar, he didn’t tell them about what he had done at the Iselia ranch, didn’t tell them about that girl he bit in Sybak, didn’t tell them much more than they needed to know. He told them how he had gotten into it, how he had gotten into it, and whatever Colette had seen. That was it. They didn’t know about Kratos being his father, Colette having been sensitive to keep it quite. They didn’t know about the chamber in the temple, they didn’t know about the vampires in there, heck, they didn’t even know about the swearing zombie. It was still awkward trying to reinitiate himself into the group, but it was getting better, at least.

If only Zelos would stop making jokes about AIDS and asking if Lloyd had had ‘dirty needles’.

Whatever that meant.

Night fell within a few hours, and Lloyd for one was glad that the darkness was- in fact- dark again. It was a bit weird switching from nocturnal back to diurnal, but he was getting back into it fine enough- y’know, when Raine wasn’t trying to study his sleeping habits. Nonetheless, that night he actually slept very well, all of them snoozing in the night. None of them noticed when a black statue-like creature landed on the branch above where Lloyd was sleeping, its claws stained with blood. It merely sat there on its perch, looking down at Lloyd sleeping below as a single drop of blood slipped from its claws and landed on Lloyd’s cheek. The boy didn’t react, didn’t notice when it flew away again, merely scrunched his face up a bit as if having a nightmare.

Then, in his sleep, subconsciously licked the blood off the side of his face.

n.n Well, that was fun. X3 heheheeheheheh…Especially like the ending there, It makes me happy, for some reason. Lol.

Happy Halloween! :D