A/N: I am weak and hate ending things on an angsty note. Whoops. Sorry if this chapter is meh compared to the first one. It was rushed.

Lovino woke with a start, startled from his uneasy sleep. He looked around in bewilderment, trying to find the source of the sudden crash. His eyes landed on a figure by the window and he practically fell of the couch in shock.

It worked.

For a split second, Lovino smiled, overjoyed. It worked! Antonio was alive and well and-

Shit.

Suddenly remembering what exactly he'd done to Antonio, Lovino sprang to his feet, grabbing the Spaniard by the arm and pulling him from the window he was trying to break. He was suddenly very glad their house had so much security, preventing things from getting in or- in their case- out.

"It's no use, stupid, you can't get out." Antonio whirled around at the words, snarling. Lovino only glared back evenly; he could remember when he first changed. He'd been starving, and without any control. So he just held the Spaniard's gaze. "What? Gonna bite me?"

Antonio growled in response, but made no move to attack. Even in a feral state like this, he could tell what was food and what wasn't; vampires couldn't get any nourishment from other vampires.

Lovino remained glaring at him for a moment, before sprinting away and out of the bedroom door, shutting and locking it before Antonio could follow. He sank to the ground, back to the door and breathing hard. He could hear Antonio on the other side of the door, desperately trying to get it open with no luck. Taking a few breaths to calm himself down, Lovino stood, going to the front door.

When he saw the piles of blood packs, he inwardly counted his blessings for Antonio's friends. Gathering as many as he could, he carefully made his way to the bedroom again. Antonio seemed to have given up on the door, instead choosing to slam himself into the window. Lovino slowly opened the door, dropping the packs on the floor and slamming it again. Within moments, he heard the sounds of the pack being ripped open, Antonio taking as much from them as he could.

They continued like that for a while, Lovino throwing in the blood packs, Antonio demolishing them. Eventually, the noises slowed to a stop, and there was a quiet whisper.

"Lovi?"

"Yeah?"

"What-… What happened?"

Both were silent for a long moment, then Lovino slowly stood up, opening the door. Sitting against the wall was Antonio, looking up at him with wide, confused eyes. Lovino sighed, crouching next to him. The two were silent for a long time, looking at each other. Then-

"I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry." Lovino shook his head, burying it in his arms. "You were dying, Toni, there wasn't anything I could do…"

It was quiet again, then a pair of gentle arms wrapped around him, pulling him to the other's chest. Antonio rubbed his back slowly in an attempt to comfort him. Lovino pulled back, confused.

"You're not upset?"

"Of course I am! I lost a fight, pretty much died, and my neck really hurts." Antonio smiled softly and kissed Lovino's nose. "But no, I'm not upset with you."

"But I turned you into a mons-" A finger squished his lips, cutting him off.

"Last time we used that word, bad things happened." Antonio withdrew his finger and smiled again. "I'm okay, Lovi. I understand."

Lovino let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and finally gave into the hug. They sat there for a while, both mentally recovering from the whole ordeal.

"…You're cleaning up this massive mess, you know."

"Yeah, I know."