A/N: Cuz I cannut keep u guys waiting, I gave you a headstart. CHAPTER 5 PREVIEW. WILL BE UPDATED AS SOON AS I FINISH CHAPTER 5.

Gomen 4 d late update, I've been busy.

The redhead smiled devilishly as he pulled away from the younger boy's face, licking away the blood that lay on his lips. Kuroko, flustered and at the same time his face swelling slightly, remained still as he watched Akashi look at him in a sinisterly.

"You are mine, Tetsuya. And since I am the first to savor your blood, I control you. You are to obey my every command. Do you understand?" The vampire lifted the human boy's chin slightly, making sure they had direct eye contact. Kuroko couldn't do anything but mumble a small 'yes', then afterwards receiving a small pat on his sky-blue hair. "Good, because if you don't.." The pat stopped, yet the mystical creature's warm hand stayed. "I'll make sure you'll regret opposing me."

Kuroko dropped the wineglass, a shattering sound breaking the silence.

He withdrew his arm from the boy's head slowly, but he helped the small, frail boy up, motioning for him to trail after as he opened the wooden doors. Kuroko, hesitant, followed him, and they ended up walking down the long, dark hallway. The tealette and the red-haired boy kept silent. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the hall, Kuroko thinking silently about how the vampire made his heart pound rapidly – an odd sensation he had never felt before. Maybe this was normal? Since this whole vampire incident happened - it's clear that he would never be his same, emotionless self again.

"Akashi-san-" he tried to call his name, but as soon as the redhead stopped walking, the pale boy quickly clamped his hand unto his mouth in order to shut up. The older boy in front of him turned his head slightly in a certain angle which allows him to look at Kuroko sternly. Kuroko shivered, slightly backing away to give a certain amount of distance between him and the vampire. You'll never know if he could just kill you right here and now. Vampires are hard to predict, a voice told him inside his head.

The tealette decided to ignore it. His head had been playing tricks on him lately, and he wasn't even sure if he should trust his own conscience right now.

"Tetsuya," he spoke, slowly. Kuroko braced himself.

"There's no need to be so formal. Just call me Akashi-kun." He started walking again, which made the frail boy's heartbeat relax, making him even smile a little bit, but decided to hold back.

Maybe he isn't so scary and mean after all, he thought to himself.

No, he's dangerous. The same voice from earlier, hissed in his head. Again, Kuroko decided to pay no attention to it. Thankfully, it won't be back soon. After a few more minutes of walking, they reached another room, an aquamarine door decorated with a light blue handle and light blue gems, some which are real-looking aquamarines, and some which he couldn't identify.

Akashi put a hand on the handle, not before pulling out a pair of matching white gloves decorated with a red satin lining and putting them on. Kuroko looked on, amazed, as the redhead pushed the door slightly ajar before opening it widely. "This is your room, Tetsuya." He said, a thin line on his lips, yet the tealette noticed that a hint of pride was in his tone. "The room is especially prepared for you. We put in items that you'd like, and the things you use every day."

The pale boy smiled softly at the sight of his new room. The wallpapers were a pale blue, his bedsheets and curtains were a shade of baby blue, and below his feet were crystal-blue marble floorings. It was a simple room, with a lamp beside the bed, a small desk.

"Get dressed, Tetsuya. You're coming with us to dinner, so please be in your best attire. There are some clothes in your closet, all of them fit you. Also, I'll send someone to accompany you. If you need anything else, just tell me." And with that, the redhead made his exit.

Kuroko sat quietly on his bed, utterly confused.

How did I get into this mess?

He looked at a nearby alarm clock sitting his light blue wooden desk. It was nine minutes past six. The tealette stood up, sauntering slowly to his aquamarine closet. His eye twitched. How did they know I love blue so much..

Sighing quietly to himself, the exhausted boy reculantly opened his closet. He then picked a simple semi-formal attire, a white button-down shirt, a black tie, and a pair of dress pants.