Chapter 1: To You, My Beloved

Kudou Shinichi was a firm believer in the science of things. Ghosts weren't real and vampires didn't exist. Well, until they did exist.

He felt as though he should have had some inclination as to why he had been put into the kind of situation where he needed to be scared for his life, not that it hadn't happened before, but at least in previous versions of the scenario he would have been killed by a mortal being. It seemed by this point he had to admit that he was wrong.

As of the moment, he was still Edogawa Conan but in a few moments he would only Edogawa Corpse. He wanted to laugh at his own pathetic, internal joke but as he stared at this person, this thing, that stared back at him, with glowing eyes and sharp fangs bared at him, he didn't want to do much of anything then.

He had remembered vividly that he was walking on the street alongside his friends and suddenly he wasn't. It wasn't unnatural that he had been kidnapped, children get kidnapped all the time but it was unnatural that no one saw it happen. He was more than positive that had he been moving at a normal speed, people would have saw him get taken and done something about but here he was, probably on the verge of death and no one knew. No one would know.

He wasn't scared per se because who needs to be afraid of death? He was, however, curious and a bit apprehensive of what could happen next.

Finally, after many minutes of staring, on his part, and aggressive growling, on his kidnapper's part, he willed himself to speak.

"What do you want with me?" He hadn't expected his voice to crack or for the sound to reverberate around the dank and musty room they were in, but it got a reaction anyway.

"I'm holding you," the growling ceased and the man grunted out an intelligible sentence.

"Obviously," Conan pulled at his wrists which were handcuffed to a pole.

He didn't want to know what was caked on the floor of this place but he tried not to think about it. He had to try to get away.

"You're, uh, um," the words didn't just stumble out of his mouth like he wanted them to, but he did get a small gleam of a shiny grin.

"A vampire?" The man added helpfully.

"Not going to bite me?" He bit his tongue and reprimanded himself for possibly edging the man on.

"Do you want me to bite you?" It wasn't the best of conversations he could have had but he needed some leverage to figure out what was going on.

"I would prefer if you stayed where you are," Conan snorted, "just so that there's no blurred lines here."

The man barked out a laugh and Conan flinched as the sound echoed in the quiet room. "Trust me kid, I'm only doing my job."

"Your job huh? Someone must really hate you to put you on babysitting duty."

"Yeah well, it's only until the boss gets here." Conan internally cheered as he finally got something from the man.

"The boss?" He spoke quietly in his childlike voice, "is he a vampire too?"

"Don't play coy with me, Kudou Shinichi," the vampire responded easily, "your innocence won't work here."

Conan's breath hitched as he stared at this monster in the form of a man. "Yes, it frightens you doesn't it? The fact that I know your secret terrifies you. I can smell your fear, hear it vibrating in your blood."

The animalistic growl tinted his voice once again and Conan shivered. Who were these people? Who had him and how did they know his secret?

"Who are you people?" Conan asked quietly.

"Us? We are-"

"Hyena." A darker voice echoed in the room and Conan saw the light from an open door. When did the door open? "A word."

His conversationalist friend pushed away from the wall and walked over to the door Conan could barely see as he looked over his shoulder to see the two men speaking in hushed, almost silent voices.

Suddenly, the door closed and he was alone. The room was darker now that he didn't have an object to focus on and it made him uneasy. He tried to pull at his restraints but they rubbed his wrists raw.

He sighed and closed his eyes, maybe a nap would pass the time closer to his death.

It had been two days or maybe more since he had been chained to the pole in the middle of the dark room. The only light he saw was the light that shined when the door opened and that light had only come four times since he'd been left alone there. They brought him water in those times and he had yet to see any food. His stomach had finally stopped growling and the nausea that accompanied it had stopped as well.

He winced as the light entered the room even though he wasn't directly facing it. They had cuffed him smartly and he couldn't rotate around the pole unless he wanted a broken arm. He stopped looking over his shoulder every time the door opened because of that and it made his head hurt every time he saw light.

He felt the familiar glass beaker pressed to his lips and he accepted the lukewarm water into his mouth. It was water and that was all that mattered to him at the moment. His lips were chapped and had cracked, and his throat had long since dried out. He knew it would be fruitless to try and yell and scream because all the sound did was echo around the room and make his head hurt.

The water alleviated some of the pain his dry throat caused but it was gone before he could really get anything from it. The person who gave him the water left quickly and he was left in the dark again.

He told himself that he would die from this eventually, he wouldn't suffer anymore and he repeated that mantra to himself over and over, even after he got another beaker of water and finally a small piece of stale bread. The sixth time he had been brought water, the girl who gave it to him told him quietly that it was the third full day after he had been brought in, and the police were on a nationwide search for him. It made him smile a bit despite the pain in his lips. At least he hadn't been forgotten and he wasn't being abandoned.

He found out on his own that they came to give him water twice a day, which could only mean that they didn't want him dead, yet, just weak, most likely so that he couldn't fight back. He severely regretted eating the stale bread as his hunger pains returned and he felt close to throwing up each time they came.

He had only just fallen under the surface of unconsciousness when the light came on the room. He grunted as the rays of artificial light hit his sensitive retinas. The tears welled in his eyes involuntarily as the moisture tried to alleviate some of the pain.

He heard no other noise than the sound of approaching footsteps. Someone stopped in front of him and the coppery scent he had become so accustom to filtered to his senses and he scrunched his nose.

"Like a shark, you can smell my most recent kill." The voice was condescending and irritating and he tried to blink an eye open but he was still blinded, "does it bother you, little detective?"

"What do you want from me?"

"Not what, but who." Laughter. "I want you to sit here and look pretty until a certain someone comes looking for you."

He felt pressure on his arm and he cursed as the knife slid across his skin. It wasn't a shallow nick either, he felt the blood run down his skin. The slice was deep and the pain throbbed up and down his arm.

"Open the window," the voice commanded, "Kaitou KID will scent out the boy in no time."

Conan flinched when he heard the thief's name. He had something to do with this?

"The boy?"

"He's not going anywhere. If Kaitou KID comes through the window, he won't get very far."

The light went off and he heard the door shut. The tears slid down his face from trying to moisturize his dry eyes and figured he didn't have near enough water in his body to be crying.

Without the light searing his eyeballs, he peeked through wet eyelashes as he felt a light breeze. The moon was shining through the wide open window and it made him think of the thief. His head hurt as his brain tried to reconfigure after the difference in light. He couldn't get a good look at his arm because of the dark spots and the pain that accompanied every movement.

He closed his eyes again and sighed. He was in this mess because of Kaitou Kid? He would hurt the thief severely if he ever saw him again. He chuckled lightly. If was suddenly a powerful word.

His mind began to think up some logical answer to the question at hand. He had nothing to do with thief and he only attended heists every once in a while so what reason did they have for kidnapping him? He winced at the pain in his arm. The bleeding hadn't stopped but it wasn't gushing anymore. The smell was overpowering and the feeling of dried blood was even more uncomfortable. He looked to the window again. Tonight was a full moon, he remembered, if he really had been there for three days. The heist was tonight, the target was-

He tisked when he couldn't focus on the moonlight anymore. The target was some sapphire, he remembered reading about it right before he was taken. He chuckled dryly, the kids were probably so worried. He closed his eyes and his head bobbed as he tried to stay awake. He hoped that he wasn't dead from blood loss before he woke up.

A loud thud woke him up. He blinked and tried to focus. His arm was throbbing and he felt extremely nauseous. He looked up and met with lifeless eyes, a pool of blood surrounding the body. He couldn't comprehend what he was seeing and stared until his brain caught up with his eyes. He subconsciously began to analyze the body. Decapitation, dismemberment, deep scratches, this person was killed by an animal. He looked further and there were more bodies. An intelligent animal. A monster.

He heard another thud before white shoes speckled with red stepped in his line of vision. He followed the trail of white and red all the way to scarlet irises and messy hair. The monocle was gone as well as the top hat but Conan recognized him instantly. He chuckled halfheartedly and dropped his eyes.

"Copying my face again, KID?"

Kaito knelt to his level and frowned at the sight. Conan's arm had been clawed open from the shoulder to his wrist and the and the anticoagulant had set in and prevented it from clotting.

He tried to restrain himself at the puddle of blood but the sweet, virgin blood of his beloved called out to him. It didn't help that he was covered in the blood of the filth he had just exterminated. His true target was still nowhere to be found but he felt like he didn't have any time to waste.

He put on a smile and touched Conan's cheek, "Meitantei, what have they done to you?"

"Hmm..." Conan's head dropped again and Kaito sighed. He crushed the chains that held the boy detective to the drainage pipe. He took Conan into his arms and went to the window.

He touched his earpiece, "Jii-chan, I'm coming down."

He intended to jump when he heard the gunshot. He grunted when the bullet entered his left shoulder and another grazed his right side. He tisked as he felt the burn spread through the wound.

"How nice of you to join us, KID."

Kaito put on a grin and turned to face the intruder. "Snake, it's been a while."

"I knew it would be a matter of time before you came to save the boy."

"Of course, he is mine," Kaito smirked, "it was your mistake to take him and I will kill you for what you have done to him."

"Let his blood be your warning, Kaitou KID. I will come for you again, and I will not forfeit my next chance to kill that boy." Snake pointed his gun at Conan.

"You should have killed him when you had your chance. There will be no next time." Kaito threw a smoke bomb and disappeared out of the window.

"I will go after him, sir." Snake shook his head at his subordinate.

"No, we will have our chance."

Kaito entered the car and laid Conan on the seat, "drive."

"Yes, Young Master."