Hinata Shoyo drew some bad cards in life. His sister and him were left orphaned at a young age after a house fire, which led them to living at Corvus Point Children's Center. His sister was quickly adopted, but he was left behind to fend for himself. Now at 17, Shoyo lives a boring life. His only comfort is seeing his sister when he can and Volleyball. As he prepares for his 18th birthday, the day he will no longer be allowed to live at Corvus Point, he starts to experience loss of time and extreme fatigue. Coming home bloody and bruised without knowing what transpired. Unknowingly, Shoyo has become a certain vampires favorite blood bag. Maybe through fate or just plain bad luck, he is thrown into a world of death, obsession, blood, and love. One thing is for sure, his life will never be the same. If he can manage to stay alive that is.

**Multi pairings are in the fic, but main focus is kagehina!**

The high-pitched wails and giggles of children could be heard no matter where you sat in the Corvus Point Children's Center. It grated the ears like scratches on a blackboard and the only reprise is when the babes were sleeping fitfully. Even then, the sniffles of crying children were prominent through the night. As the residents ran around on the upper floors, playing tag, chase, or just running for no reason, dust would fall upon your head like snow. Often leaving everyone's hair with a muted, dirty color.

Despite all the flaws that make the place barely livable to most, Hinata Shoyo called this place home. Shoyo was a beautiful boy. He had wide, innocent brown eyes and a sunny smile. While he had always been on the shorter side, he was athletic and strong and had blazing orange hair. At the age of 17, Shoyo had lived at Corvus Point for over half of his life. When he was just 6 years old, his family home was burnt to the ground, leaving him and his sister, Natsu, without a family to call their own. Even when tragedy struck them, they both were somehow able to maintain an innocent and lively personalities. Leading them to be able to live a comfortable life with at Corvus Point and in the end, having his sister quickly adopted by a lovely couple before their first year as orphans was up.

Shoyo missed his sister desperately, but he found solace in the fact he could visit her any time. He saw he on the weekends often and even was able to babysit her, when her new parents went out on date night. He felt that he couldn't be more blessed to see his sister growing up in a loving environment. Any thoughts of jealousy and contempt were quickly brushed away when he saw his sister's smiling face.

It was one of these blessed afternoons, that Shoyo was able to visit his sister after school. They spent their time playing jump rope, coloring, and watching Natsu's favorite movie. When it was time for him to leave, he gave Natsu a giant hug and a kiss on the cheek before he slipped out of the house. Shoyo's thoughts were muddled even though he enjoyed his time with his sister. He was worried about his birthday. Once he turned 18, he would no longer be able to stay at Corvus Point, which meant he would be homeless. Which was not a thing he wanted to be. To try and pry his mind from his impending doom, Shoyo headed to his favorite park to practice volleyball. Shoyo was not good at a lot of things. He was a horrid cook, was always too hyper to clean correctly, and his studies were abysmal. The only thing he seemed to have an affinity for was volleyball. That, and making his sister smile.

It only took him a good 15 minutes to reach the park from his sister's house. Once he reached his destination, he walked onto a large grassy area and pulled out his volleyball from his gym bag, which he always had on his person. There wasn't much he could do by himself, so he attempts to practice his receives. It ends up being a complete waste of time, but he feels a small amount of pride that he can bounce the volleyball on his forearms without letting the ball drop for a good few minutes. Shoyo then decides to practice his serves before it became too late to see.

As he starts to get into a rhythm, a pair of dark blue eyes watched him from the shadows of surrounding trees and shrubbery with great interest. Shoyo, oblivious to to the watchful gaze, jumped, tossed, and hit his ball, trying to perfect his serve. As he practiced, Shoyo grew more and more frustrated. Half of the time, he missed hitting the ball completely, the other half he manages to hit, but can't get the ball high enough to go over the imaginary net in front of him. Growling and annoyed, the boy tried once again, but was completely caught off guard when someone appeared in front of him out of nowhere, receiving the ball, which flew right back at him.

Shoyo squawked as the ball hit his face, making him fall to the ground with a loud thump. He immediately raised his hands to his sore face and rolled around on the ground in pain.

"Ahh! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! That hurt! What the heck!" Shoyo cried out, flailing.

When the pain subsided enough for him to look at his attacker, he jumped up onto his feet and glared at the person before him.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! WHO SAID YOU COULD RECEIVE MY SEVER! SO RUDE!" He yells, not even really paying attention to the stranger.

"Be quiet. So loud." said stranger spoke in a low, but threatening tone.

A chill shot up his spine and he jumped back defensively, hand up in front of his body in a karate type pose.

"Grrr. You wanna fight, huh?! I'll take you on!" He squeaked. Shoyo felt nervous. He couldn't see the person that well, the sun had gone down enough that the sky was barely streaked with oranges, purples, and pinks. His mind started to play crazy and scary scenarios of what could happen to him. Was the stranger some pervert? A stalker?! A serial killer!?

The stranger snorted and spoke again, "No, Dumbass! Your serve was just so bad, I couldn't help but send it right back."

The stranger's words made Shoyo pause. Ehh? Does this guy play volleyball? "Well, it was still rude! Plus you hurt me. So mean..." He muttered.

He could hear the stranger chuckle, which just fueled his anger even more. "Whatever! I bet you can't serve at all, so don't act all high and mighty!"

"Ohhh? You want to make that a bet?" The stranger said slyly.

Shoyo felt the prickles of fear again, but his competitiveness over weighted it. "FINE, but… What do I get if I win?" he asked tentatively.

He saw the stranger move, his shadowy figure raising an arm to his face, like he was contemplating deeply.

"Hmm… If I win, you got to… give me a drink." He chuckled knowingly.

Shoyo suddenly felt like he was missing some big joke, but dismissed the feeling completly. "Ok, that's easy enough. Here…" Shoyo picked up his volleyball from the ground and threw it to the guy. The ball didn't fly far, looking like it would land a few years in front of the strange guy, but to his surprise, the guy quickly rushed forward and caught the ball.

"Whoa…" Shoyo muttered. Now with the distance between the two was smaller, he could make out more details of the person. The guy wore all black, from his boots, to the light jacket he wore. His skin seemed extremely pale, a stark contrast from his clothing. His face was sharp, angular, mouth seeming to be in a permanent grimace and his hair, dark, kinda choppy but flat to his head. What stood out the most, was his eyes. He couldn't make out the color, but they were dark, like pools of oil and almond shaped. Shoyo suddenly felt a little light headed so he quickly looked away. The stranger smirked at his reaction.

"Well, get to it! I don't have all night!" Shoyo exclaimed. He turned back to the guy, watching as he fidgeted with his hands. The stranger just nodded once before he took two large steps forward, throwing the ball in the air, jumping and then hitting the ball with his right hand with a loud and satisfying thwack!

Shoyo's eyes followed the ball, imaging its course on the court. The ball would of landed right in the corner of the court, inside the lines. He huffed in annoyance. He knew when he was beat. Dang it. Why is he so good?! Is he a professional of something? His form was really good too…

With a sigh, he admitted his defeat reluctantly. "You won… That was.. way better… Whatever! Let's just get your drink so I can leave! I'm pretty sure the vendin-"

Shoyo was cut off my said stranger appearing extremely close to him. He looked up at the guy's face in shock and his body trembled. He wanted to step back, but as soon as they locked eyes, he was frozen. Wha.. W-what? When did he.. Why? Since they were so close, a breath away from each other, Shoyo could finally see the details in the guy's eyes. They were a deep blue with flecks of grey. Like the ocean, or the night sky. He wanted to speak, but he just couldn't bring himself to make a sound. He felt the fear creep up on him again and he just knew the guy before him was dangerous.

"Don't move or speak. I'll be taking my…. drink now. Thanks for the food~." the blue eyed man stranger whispered.

The stranger quickly wrapped his arms around Shoyo's frame. One around his waist, the other around his shoulders. He could feel a hand tilting his head to the side, baring his neck. The stranger smiled creepily then opened his mouth wide, his teeth sharp with prominent fangs. In less than a millisecond, Shoyo felt a sharp pain on his neck then heat, a blazing, sparkling heat. His knees buckled, but he was held up still. He heard something like a moan, but he was so confused on what was happening, he couldn't tell if it was him or the stranger. It seemed like hours, being held by the stranger and feeling the heat that penetrated his core. As time flew by he felt weaker, like he ran a marathon. Just when he felt like he would go insane from the heat, it vanished. Without a care, the stranger let him drop the the ground, and looked down at him with a stated look on his bloody face.

Huh? What? B-blood… Blood… Did he… Did he bite me? I don't und-

The stranger squated down, eyes staring into Shoyo's soul. He licked his lips slowly and cocked his head to the side like he was trying to figure something out. After a moment, he shook his head and started to speak slowly. Their deep voice bouncing around his hazy head.

"Forget me… Forget what just happened…"

Shoyo forgot.

"If you feel my call, come to me"

Shoyo would.

"If you see me again, do not be afraid."

Shoyo would not be afraid, but who was this guy?

"What is your name?"

"Shoyo. Hinata Shoyo."

"Hinata. Close your eyes"

Shoyo closed his eyes.

"I will not forget you, but you must forget me. Forget me and go home."

When Shoyo opened his eyes, he was alone. Huh? Did I fall asleep? Why is it so dark? Startled at the fact it was well past sundown, Shoyo jumped up quickly and looked around. In the dark, he eyes his volleyball a few yards away and went quickly to pick it up. He fumbled around for a while, trying to locate his gym bag. Once found, he stuffed his precious volleyball inside and ran all the way home. He had completely forgotten what happened just moments before and was unaware of the blood smeared on his neck.

Kageyama Tobio was a vampire. That was a fact. He was young. A measly 27 years old, a baby bat, his new family would say. He was 22 years old when he was turned. Tobio was dying from Hodgkin Lymphoma, a disease that is mostly treatable, but was unfortunately extremely aggressive for him. He can't remember much of that time, but he does remember Suga, his favorite nurse asking him if he wants to live. No matter the costs. All he could do was weakly nod and beg with his weary eyes to be saved. After that, he saw someone he didn't recognize and his world became black and fire.

When he woke up after being turned, he felt as if he was stuck in an avalanche. The cold penetrated his body so deeply, he shivered uncontrollably. Then he noticed the thirst. Thirst so great that it was as if he walked in a desert for a thousand years without a drop of water to wet his tongue. The next thing he knew was blissful satisfaction. A large bottle was put into his hands, he barely registered what he was doing or seeing and before he knew it, he was drinking. He felt satisfied. Relived and no longer thirsty. Well… Maybe just a little.

It took him a long time to adjust and come to terms with what he become. He felt no regret and held no ill will to his saviors. Honestly, Sugawara Koushi and Sawamura Daichi were the best thing that happened to him. Even though his lifelong goal to be a professional volleyball player was ruined, he could not hold it against them. His illness claimed the blame of ruining his life. His human life that is. Suga and Daichi where is new mother and father, they taught him everything. From how to feed, how to manipulate humans with glamour, and how to store enough energy inside himself to make him be able to walk in the sunlight. For all the things he was taught, he was grateful. The only thing the didn't teach him, was how the hell one fucking human could smell so fucking good that he had to stalk him all day.

So here he was. Trailing after some kid with wild orange hair and a kilowatt smile that did funny things to his non-beating heart. Who smelt like sunshine and almonds. The scent was so addicting and attractive that he was barely keeping himself in check. He first saw the boy as he was skipping down the sidewalk with a happy smile on his face. His first thought was he was cute and then he paid no mind, but once he skipped past... He knew he was done for.

The scent filled his nose so harshly, he swore his nose hairs burned. He instantly whipped his head around, watching the boy skip along, wondering how in the world something could smell so good. The scent permeated his senses to the point it was all he could think about. Saliva started to build up in his mouth, and drool dripped down his chin. If he wasn't so enthralled by the boy, he would of notice the freaked out looks of those who took notice of him, but he didn't care. All he cared about was the boy. The boy who smelt like heaven.

Tobio started to follow him. More like stalk him, but that was objective. He followed the boy all the way to his school. Noticing he was in high school, which surprised him since the boy looked pretty young. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he could not afford to be seen hanging around the school. The last thing he needed was a bunch of cops harassing him about being a pervert. So he waited. He sat at a small cafe that happened to be across the street from the school. He ordered a black coffee and continuously stared out the window, counting the seconds until he could see the boy again.

He had texted Suga and Daichi while waiting, desperate for answers. Both thankfully replied with in seconds and Daichi was free to meet, so he joined him at the coffee shop.

"Kageyama?"

Tobio twitched, startled to hear his name called. He looked up to see Daichi and a relieved smile graced his lips.

"Daichi. Thank god, sit down." he said as he motioned to the chair in front of him.

Daichi nodded and sat gracefully. He looked at his son with worried eyes. "So I guess you want to know what's going on."

Tobio nodded enthusiastically. "Yes… I don't get it. How can someone smell that good?"

Daichi nodded and sighed. "It's a little complicated, so let me just say this. As you know, everyone has their own tastes, yeah? Like for me, I prefer AB positive blood. Males between 15 and 30. English or Asian descent… Well.. Say if you found someone who meets all the criteria. Everything even down to physical attraction, genetics, gender, personality, hobbies.. anything you can think of that would make the perfect person. What do you think that person would smell like?"

Without a second thought, Tobio answered. "Like him. It would smell like him."

Daichi nodded solemnly. "Yes, usually when you find someone who smells amazing to you. That is what it means."

Tobio turned from his "father" and stared at the high school full of anxiety. "I still don't get it. What am I supposed to do."

"That's up to you. You could just leave him alone. You will encounter others like him eventually. It might take decades, or even centuries, but you will find another. If you want to meet with him, become friends… Maybe more, you can. Whatever you want to do is your choice. I would advise you not to drain him though. The depression after draining one of those types is… not so good."

Tobio scrunched his face up in confusion. Half of was Daichi was saying seemed to be in riddles. This was all so confusing. Depression after draining someone? He's never heard of something like that. Let alone how someone could be a perfect match. Tch. Perfect match. What does that even mean?! He makes it sound like a soul mat- No, let's not go there. Tobio groaned in frustration and looked at Daichi out of the corner of his eye.

"I still don't really get all, this but you're pretty much saying, don't drain the kid and be friendly if I want too?"

Daichi nods. "Yeah, that's pretty much it… I would ask Suga for more concrete information if you want it… He has a better understanding."

The blue eyes vampire rolled his eyes. Of course. Suga knows everything. Just then, it seemed that school was done for the day, as students started to pour out of the buildings around campus. Tobio grew tense, scanning the crowds of students, looking for the boy. His boy. Daichi just watched.

As soon as he saw the boy, he quickly stood up and ran out the coffee shop. Daichi quickly followed, but hung back as to not invade his space. He figure that it might be a good call to watch out for his son. If he lost control, he would be there to help. Tobio followed the boy once again. He was jumping up and down every few feet, happily. Seemingly excited for something. He tossed the volleyball in his hands up in the air as he did. Tobio would twitch every once in awhile when he got a big wiff of the tempting scent. More than once he had to wipe the drool off his lips with his jacket. Daichi couldn't help but be a little amused at his son's reaction. It was rare for him to show any emotion besides contempt or agitation. He would definitely have to give Suga a play by play later.

The vampire pair spent the next 30 minutes trailing the boy to a quaint house that seemed fit for a magazine. Since the boy knocked on the door, they both assumed it wasn't his home. Once the boy was inside, it was a waiting game again.

Tobio paced around in an alley near by, teeth grinding and hands clenching. Daichi attempted to get him to relax, but it was pointless. After about 3 hours, the orange haired boy finally appeared. Tobio visibly relaxed, the tension his body had been holding melted away. Daichi had to wonder is he was at all aware of his behavior. So the vampires followed the boy again to a nearby park and once they arrived, hiding amongst some trees and bushes. They watched for a long while. Tobio started to grow frustrated as he watched the boy's attempt at practicing his serves. All the while grumbling about how shitty his form was, but atleast he can jump.

"I can't take this anymore. He sucks so bad." His whispered before he darted out of the bushes towards the boy.

Daichi didn't even get the chance to hold his son back. He did get a great laugh as he watched Tobio receive the boy's serve, which smacked him in the face. Ahh, that was good. He thought was a broad smile on his face. Daichi listened to their conversation, vampire hearing really did wonders. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at Tobios rudeness, but it was amusing at the same time. He was a little worried when he asked for a drink as a prize, obviously the child had no idea what he was getting into. Thank god he decide to stick around.

When all was said and done, Tobio claimed his prize. Daichi could smell the fresh blood in the air and he had to stop breathing. Even though it didn't smell particularly good to him, blood was blood. He grew worried that Tobio would end up draining the kid anyway, so he zipped out of his hiding place and stood a few yards behind the boy. Once he caught Tobio's attention, he immediately let go of the boy, who landed harshly on the ground. Tobio glamoured the boy quickly and that pair made a timely escape.

As the ran at superhuman speeds towards their home, Tobio spoke as if he was in a daze. "He tasted so good."

"I know." Daichi said with a sigh.

"I need more."

"Y-yeah."

"I want him. I want to make him mine."

"If that is what you want…"

Tobio looked at his father and smiled slightly, blood still covering his mouth and chin. "Can really keep him?"

Daichi chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, but we need to talk about it with Suga first."

"You're so whipped."

"Shut up, baby bat."

"Don't call me that!"