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The problem with living so long was it got increasingly harder to familiarize oneself with change. Even in the lifespan of a normal human, they could witness anywhere from one to four drastic societal changes. Whether on the low or high end, it was always difficult to adapt. Now, for someone who lived twice as long, it’d be even harder. For vampires, whose lifespans were near indefinite, it was even harder.

Sure, after a while, they began learning to adapt quickly. It was this adaptability that has led them to thrive for as long as they had. That being said, society had begun to progress at a much faster rate within the past century, leaving some vampires in more trouble than others.

Kotetsu T. Kaburagi slowly sipped the wine from the glass in his hand. He stood at the edge of an all too lavish ballroom, with all too ostentatious vampires. It had been some time now since vampire society had shifted to this elegant facade of what was otherwise a haughty aristocracy. He could not recall the exact moment it changed, he’d lived far too long to remember such a small detail, but he knew it was likely several centuries old at this point. It was, thus, somewhat of an old transition in society. Unfortunately for him, it might as well have happened a few days ago.

He just couldn’t get past the thinly veiled insults in their words and the snobbish sneers behind their prickly smiles. He wasn’t an idiot, and he understood the reason for such subtleties, but it was far from what he was familiar with.

The ballroom was filled with young vampires, thoroughbreds and half-bloods alike, and few of them had likely grown in a different age. Even their parents, he could see, had been raised in eras not too different from the one they were in now. Vampire society was no longer some violent contest for life and power, now it was a place where vampires banned together and fought for their powers in a more…civil manner.

Kotetsu had to admit, the fact that someone wouldn’t literally tear your throat out at any second was comforting, but the more roundabout nature felt useless. He did not miss the old days, scrambling for the thin rodents that scurried through the cave, hungering for the smallest drop of blood—diseased or not. He did not miss the scuffles, the wounds, the scars, when on the hunt, when fighting for a master.

He was far more free than he’d ever been, and yet, he was trapped in the fallacy of a large cage rather than the candid small one he’d once been in. He’d done his best to adapt over the years, and while at first it had been hard, he eventually found himself getting a hang of it. However, over time, he saw himself falling behind despite his best efforts. No matter how fast he ran, how much he pushed, their figures only became smaller and smaller in the distance.

As such, he’d found himself in his current dilemma, at a party where he hardly belonged.

He had not given up trying, no, for that wasn’t like him, but as he watched the undead chatter and sway to music he did not recognize, he knew even his fanciest attire looked dated. He had—surprisingly to others—always done his best to keep up with fashion trends. Maybe it was because after living in torn rags and in a state only half aware of his surroundings, such things felt like wondrous luxuries. Maybe, it was simply because he found it the easiest way to fit in. Unfortunately, the waistcoat he’d donned, with its high collar and double-breasted opening, appeared a few decades too old. The cut of his tailcoat, while well tailored to his own body, was different than that of the young men who danced not too far away. His patterned cravat was far too different than the stylish neck wear they all wore. His trousers, at least, looked similar enough to those around him. They, however, could not hide his stark difference in hair style and facial hair from his fellow vampires.

He’d always looked different—thanks to both his once naturally darker skin tone and his vampiric origins—but those differences were unfortunately highlighted by his old-fashioned dress. Although he had no particular desire to form bonds with his fellow vampire, he hated how his appearance almost screamed for any self-respecting vampire to stay away from him.

    “I think I’m finally getting used to this.”

    Kotetsu looked at the man by his side and let out a deprecating sigh. “Not me.”

    “You’ll get the hang of it soon.” His friend clasped his shoulder. “You always do.”

Kotetsu just hummed, gaze turning once again to the graceful twirls of fabric that fluttered on the dance floor. Antonio Lopez was one of the few vampires he’d gotten close to. Antonio, like Kotetsu, was also one of the eldest vampires in the room. It made sense that the two of them, who’d lived during similar times, got along. They understood each other in a way none of the young vampires could. Still, even if they hadn’t been born around a similar time, the two would have undoubtedly gotten along. A youth fueled rivalry had turned into a long lasting friendship. Of course, if asked, they would still call themselves rivals.

Despite their similar age, it was easy to see Antonio adapted to all these societal changes quicker than him. The man was well dressed, and while his clothes did not match the current trends in vampire and human societies, his clothes held an air of mature elegance, unlike Kotetsu’s own shabby antiquity. Where Kotetsu would receive unenthused pleasantries and the occasional unamused glare, Antonio received respect and amiable conversation.

It had been difficult at first, to accept the difference in how he and his friend were treated. It had felt unfair and rude and frustrated him to despair, but, eventually, he’d grown to accept his own incompetence. He would, in no way, give up from such an acceptance for he couldn’t afford it. He’d simply learned that in vampiric society, he’d always be on the outs. With the shift to even stricter aristocracy, it was only natural that he’d never fit in.

Antonio, who had just finished greeting the family that passed by him, turned his attention back to his blank-stared friend.

    “It’s always strange to think how just centuries ago events like this could never have happened.”

    Kotetsu nodded. “Tell me about it.”

    “Who’d have thought we’d ever be standing next to one another drinking a high quality blood infused alcoholic substitute while watching our fellow vampires dance and chat about how nice the weather has been.”

    Antonio chuckled. “I, for one, would never have guessed the two penniless scrappy lads who were constantly at odds would be standing here in fine garments made of linen and silks. Where we once bit at each other’s throats, now the youth whispers and nips playfully at one another’s ears.”

    This time Kotetsu chuckled. “How lucky they are to be raised in such a ‘civilized’ era.”

    “Well, I can’t say that’s entirely wrong. Think of all the hardship Kaede won’t have to face when she comes of age. Even the fact that she can wait to get involved until her coming of age is marvelous.”

    “That is true.” Kotetsu took another sip of his drink.

As hard as it was for him to adjust to the times, he never once hated just how his world had changed. What he’d gone through—lived through—was something he’d never want his precious daughter to face. As it was, she’d face plenty of hardships—she already had—but they were nothing compared to the life he’d once lived. He may not fit in nor understand their current society, but he could definitely appreciate some of its qualities.

    “Makes you reminisce a bit though.” Kotetsu nodded along to his friend’s words. “Makes me think about when we were their age, fighting for power and dominance. They aren’t nearly as violent with that today.”

    “No, but it’s just as vicious.”

    “You have a point.” The two men observed the people around them. “It’s a different kind of viscous, but it’ll still hurt.”

Antonio smiled fondly, likely recalling some memories from his childhood. Kotetsu, however, had nothing so fond to recall. His friend, unlike him, had been born a half-blood, the child of a vampire and its spawn. Life had always been difficult for half-bloods, inferior to the true vampire, but far from fitting in with human society. Even now, when half-bloods numbered more than any other type of vampire, they could never be recognized as true, pure, vampires. It was hard, yes, but they were at least respected for the vampiric blood that flowed through their veins—if they were to have any that was.

Kotetsu was born a human.

He didn’t remember much of anything from his childhood, so he hardly mourned the loss of his humanity. He didn’t even remember much about his early spawnling days. With a vampiric saliva-addled brain, he’d hardly been more than a body for the vampire that bit him. He did his bidding, no matter what it was, for he had no ability to perceive anything else. The few memories he did have from that time were savage depictions of tearing others limb from limb just so he could survive. He didn’t know how many years, decades, he’d spent in that state. All he knew was that one day, everything was a little clearer.

He could remember things now, and that meant processing what he was doing. Now, he still didn’t have full control over his own actions, but he took it as a sign he’d grown used to his abilities as a spawn. It also meant the vampire he served likely trusted him more now. And so, now aware of the screams of the people and vampires he tore up in an attempt to survive, he almost wished he couldn’t think.

During this time he’d met Antonio who, at the time, was trying to gain power with his own small group of underlings. The two had clashed, and while Kotetsu had been no more than a mere spawn, he’d been able to keep up. Unfortunate circumstances forced them to separate before they could finish their battle, but Kotetsu left having felt like he won something. Confidence.

Over time, he began to realize the vampire he served was one of the first vampires society could recall existing. Not only was this man the pinnacle of what would eventually be known as thoroughbred vampires, but his powers were so great, even his spawn were formidable foes. It didn’t take too many decades more for Kotetsu himself to finally be granted the honor of drinking his master’s blood. He had, in that moment, become a true vampire, although to most he was still nothing more than a vampire born from a spawn.

If half-blooded vampires were less pure, then the vampires who had once had only human DNA in their bodies were the dirtiest of dirt. Even with the respect he once garnered from the man who had granted him near immortality and the knowledge and experience from a life longer than most vampires to date, he was still just a spawn-born vampire. The impure.

His inability to adapt quickly may have been overlooked if he were someone like Antonio, but his origins only added insult to the injury. No wonder he can’t adapt. Of course a spawn-born can’t act like a true vampire. He’s better off staying away than trying to masquerade as one of us. Those were the words not so whispered behind his back. Antonio had tried to defend him before. Even Nathan Seymour, one of the renowned Thoroughbreds in their society, had tried to help him out of their mutual respect. It was no use. He’d already fallen into the pit and no mere rope could help him out of it.

There were many times he’d want to turn around and snap at the voices behind him. On some occasions, he’d even done so. In those moments, he wished to return to the old times, where disagreements were not settled with words and minds, but rather by claw and tooth. He was, luckily, stopped before anything got too bad. Although there had been no permanent damage and nothing more than a few ruffled feathers, these altercations only worsened his reputation.

Spawn-borns are so violent. They’re savage. They’re nothing more than uncivilized beasts. He always had to bite his tongue, to keep from yelling how at one point almost all of their ancestors too had been spawn-born. There was no point. They’d never listen. They’d never believe him. They’d simply cry to the heavens for lightning to strike him down and end his incorrigible life.

That was why he hated these parties.

He didn’t honestly know why he was still invited. A formality, he supposed. It was one thing for a vampire to choose solitude and another for them to be forced into solitude by their peers. After all, what civilized being would so harshly dismiss someone simply because they were different?

    “Ahem.”

Both Kotetsu and Antonio turned their heads towards whoever had just cleared their throat. It was a young female vampire, dressed in a beautiful blush pink dress, with lightly flushed cheeks to match. She did not make eye contact with either man, instead keeping her eyes trained on the dance floor ahead. She would not say hello first, but it was clear she was anxiously awaiting their—or rather Kotetsu’s—voices.

    “Good evening, Miss Karina.” Antonio spoke first. “You look lovely tonight.”

Karina nodded in response, doing her best to remain aloof; however, the slight pout of her lower lip indicated she hadn’t gotten what she was waiting for.

    “Evening, Karina.” Kotetsu could see her back straighten ever so slightly. “That dress does suit you very well.”

He offered a smile, genuine unlike the ones most vampires showed off. Karina cleared her throat again, her eyes only briefly moving to look at the two men.

    “Of course it suits me. I wouldn’t have chosen it otherwise.”

Her expression remained aloof and her voice haughty, but the slight shift in her weight and the movements of her fingers indicated otherwise. Karina, like Antonio, had been born a half-blood. Unlike his friend, her parents were actually a vampire and a human. Such relationships had become more popular these days.

She had already been born more respected and powerful than Kotetsu, but her ties to humanity had made it a little difficult for her to adjust to some aspects of vampiric society for some time. The practice of creating spawns was largely out of practice and they generally avoided being antagonistic to humans, but that didn’t mean the traditional methods of obtaining food were out of practice. They had, overall, become more humane and less cruel, but the act of taking blood from a human was still something stigmatized outside of their group.

Having a human father, it had been difficult for Karina to fully adjust to this. She didn’t harbor devoted love and care for humanity, but the way other vampires her age looked at the process of obtaining their meals was strange to her. Humans were nothing more than a source of nutrition. They were treated almost like well-fed and mostly free livestock. To Karina, who had known a human to be more than that, found it difficult to treat them as such.

Her peers did not come to hate her, but she’d slowly found herself falling further and further away from the others. At one point, Kotetsu had casually approached her, feeling for the girl who was—like him—pushed toward the outs. She had, at first, despised him both for his personality and his origins. It had taken numerous occasions for Kotetsu to squeeze more than a few words out of her, but it was only when he witnessed a certain incident that she truly began to trust him.

Now aware of her human-oriented struggles, Kotetsu had given her some words of advice. He hadn’t thought them to be great or wholly true, for what could he possibly say on the matter? But, he’d wanted to do his best to help and guide the younger generations as much as he could. Maybe it was his fatherly instinct or maybe it was just him. His words had far more impact than he expected.

He’d be visited by Karina more frequently now, although each time she approached, she acted as uninterested as she did now. She spoke more with him, both about herself and him. Sometimes, she even asked about his daughter, Kaede. Not only did the girl fit in better with her peers, but she had grown to like him enough to hold a conversation. It made him happy to see how well she was doing now.

The trio talked for a while before Karina was whisked away by some friends. Even Antonio had been dragged away by an all too excited Keith. Kotetsu hadn’t exactly caught onto what the man said he was so excited about. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he even really wanted to know. With the only two vampires that would speak to him gone, he’d surrendered himself to a boring rest of the night with, hopefully, a fresh glass.

He’d just swallowed the last drops of his drink. Removing the glass from his lips, he immediately began to look for where he could get another one. He’d finally managed to track down a waiter when his hand felt lighter. He looked to his left, curious as to who had taken the empty glass from his hand. Instead, his eyes watched as a new full glass was delicately placed in his hand. Only then did he once again try to see who had done it.

    “Do try this one. A new bottle was just opened and I must say, it has been magnificently brewed. It even looks gorgeous, look at how the dark red glitters in the candlelight.”

Nathan Seymour held their own glass up to the chandelier far above, admiring the sheen they had just spoken about. He’d almost forgotten there was another vampire willing to speak to him. Kotetsu looked at his own glass for a second before also raising it up. It was indeed a rich and beautiful red, making him wonder if this one had been distilled with more blood than the previous bottle. He lowered his glass to his lips.

It wasn’t until after his sip that he realized Nathan was watching him expectantly, a hand resting on their cheek. He gave a small nod.

    “It is delicious.”

    Nathan beamed, eyes now moving from Kotetsu. “It really is! I really do love when the elite empty their cellars for occasions like these.”

Kotetsu nodded in agreement. He’d hardly argue with getting free food or drinks, especially when it tasted this good.

    “Where’s that darling, Antonio? It’s surprising not to find him by your side. How marvelous it would have been if I could have shared a fine drink between you two handsome men.”

    “He was pulled away to babysit.”

    “Oh my, how unfortunate for me.”

Nathan, much like the two of them, was on the older side; however, unlike them, Nathan was considered a thoroughbred. They weren’t quite as old as the other two, and had plenty of power and status to easily get by, but respected even Kotetsu. They had claimed on multiple occasions, they had no reason to avoid Kotetsu, for why would they dismiss the chance to hang off the arm of a handsome and strong vampire? Kotetsu had, at first, but uncertain about the vampire’s affections, but eventually the two had become somewhat of friends. Despite their status, Nathan would personally seek out Kotetsu to say hello with no shame. They were proud and confident in themself, and it meant they had nothing to fear when talking with such a universally despised being.

    “You know…” Kotetsu’s eyes trailed from the rim of his glass to Nathan’s profile. “There are a lot of young vampires who lack the experiences of their predecessors. The Council has been worried sick trying to figure out how to protect our lovely little children.”

    “Is that so?”

The Council was a panel made up of the most influential vampires whose aim was to further and better their society. Kotetsu was, naturally, never invited to it. Nathan nodded solemnly, their lips curled into a pouty frown.

    “We’re thriving now, but what are we to do if suddenly we need to take up arms? How could we possibly protect these darling fledglings?”

Kotetsu had to admit he’d thought about such issues before. While the vampire’s society had grown more harmonious and civilized, it also meant most of the vampires today were unfamiliar with the horrors of battle. Few physical altercations even happened between siblings. Peace was, currently, maintained between every race, but one could not rely on such agreements forever. Their current society was good, yes, but it lacked even the capability of self defense.

    “It’d be difficult for sure,” was all Kotetsu said as he swirled his drink in the glass he held.

    “That’s why we came up with a solution! I’m glad I was able to find you tonight!” Kotetsu’s gaze was instantly pulled from his glass to the vampire next to him, eyes slightly wide with worry. “We’ll be pairing some seasoned comrades with our lovely inexperienced fledglings so they can have a mentor!”

    Kotetsu really did not like the sound of this. “And you found me be—”

    “—because you’re a part of the initiative!” Nathan was far too excited for Kotetsu’s own worst nightmare. “Is it not perfect? Some of our most battle-worn vampires teaching our precious new generations? In return, the new generations can even teach their elders about the current fads of society—not that I personally need any help knowing them. There are no downsides! Is it not the perfect plan?”

Kotetsu wanted to groan, to complain how he didn’t have time or energy to do such a thing. Helping the younger generation was a wonderful idea, but he wasn’t sure just how helpful someone like him could be. He let out a sigh, not wishing to put Nathan down after what he assumed was a lot of work to get this idea moving.

    “So when is this supposed to begin?” At least he’d have some time to prepare.

    “Tomorrow!”

    Kotetsu almost spit out his drink. “Tomorrow?”

Nathan nodded, feigning ignorance towards Kotetsu’s current plight.

    “That’s so sudden,” Kotetsu sighed, freehand rubbing at his temple.

    “Well, actually, it had been in discussion for some time. The council only finalized everything about a week ago.”

    Kotetsu held back another sigh. “Even so, why wasn’t I informed earlier? A week is plenty of time to inform someone. Furthermore, why was I even chosen to be a mentor?”

Frankly, it made no sense. Such a position was meant for those respected few. Even with so few options, there should still be enough mentors without him.

    “You were supposed to be informed days ago, but after not hearing a word from you, I began to worry the postman was incompetent.” Now, Nathan was the one who sighed. “Our discussion here has only illuminated the fact that I must select my delivery men more carefully.”

    Kotetsu gave a small nod. “I would have liked to know sooner, but I suppose there was little you could do about it.”

    “Oh, I do love how you always understand me.” Nathan sensually rested a hand on Kotetsu’s shoulder.

    “But, that still doesn’t explain why I was even chosen to be a mentor.”

Nathan had moved closer over the course of their discussion so that now their sides were practically touching. The taller vampire let out a hum, indicating he’d heard Kotetsu but lacked an answer at the exact moment. Kotetsu’s eyes followed Nathan’s line of sight. The vampire was watching nearby couples dance, but not with their usual romanticized gaze. They looked surprisingly inquisitive.

    “Well,” their voice was a tad deeper than before, “you’re one of the oldest vampires here. You’ve survived through far more than even me. How could you not be selected?”

Kotetsu may not always be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he could tell when information was being kept from him. There was something the vampire at his side wasn’t letting on to. Kotetsu was rather sure that Nathan themself had been a large reason behind his acceptance into the important role. As much as he wanted to know the reasoning, it was clear Nathan wasn’t keen on giving it to him.

    Kotetsu finished the last of his glass. “I guess I’ll just have to do my best, then.”

    “You’ll do wonderful, darling!” Their voice had returned to normal. “you wouldn’t have been chosen were you not fit for the job.”

Kotetsu offered a goofy half smile in return, knowing he had absolutely no power in this situation, and that his whole life was about to turn around.

Before leaving the party, Nathan had given him a document with all the necessary information on it—it was the item that had failed to be delivered—so he could prepare himself. Kotetsu, of course, had not prepared himself when he arrived home. Instead, he had flopped onto his sofa and promptly fell asleep.

It was only this morning, when he was eating breakfast and getting dressed, that he finally looked at the information. It had very little on it, with most of the sentences explaining just what the purpose of this mentorship was and what he’d be required to do. At the bottom, Nathan had scribbled an all too beautiful looking note indicating where and when he was to meet the vampire under his care.

He had done his best to arrive on time, but the world had other plans. He’d been stalled twice thanks to the obligations of his own moral code. He’d destroyed many lives once, so now he sought to help as many lives as he possibly could whether it be vampire, human, or even animal. He didn’t often run into such opportunities, making two instances within ten minutes of one another utterly incredulous. Luckily, he wouldn’t be too late.

The meeting location was set as the fountain in the nearest town square. The town was, primarily, home to humans who only ever had the smallest inkling of their supernatural surroundings. Vampires, largely, preferred to keep to themselves and only interact with humanity when necessary. This was greatly different from centuries past when humans were frequently hunted for food and sport. It was somewhat rare, but not odd, to find a vampire walking among the human townsfolk nowadays.

Kotetsu himself was no stranger to this town. Maybe it was because of his past as a human—at least that’s what the other vampires whispered about—or his moral code, but he thoroughly enjoyed spending time in human society. It was far from perfect and there were just as many bad humans as there were vampires, but he loved the way people gathered and shared their lives.

Vampires, while social mostly with their own kind, preferred to keep to themselves when not attending some ornate function or gathering. Being a vampire was to live a (rich) and reclusive life. He much preferred the idle chatter of morning markets and the nightly excitement of taverns.

As such, to choose this spot for a meeting was a spectacular decision on Nathan’s part. For others, however, it would be beyond odd. He’d convinced himself that his soon-to-be pupil must also enjoy spending time among the humans. Surely the council members had put some thought into who they paired up. Kotetsu took a quick glance at his pocket watch as he made his way through the not-yet lively streets. He’d only be about seven minutes late.

Sliding it back into his waistcoat pocket, his eyes made their way to the path ahead. He could see the fountain was close. It was early enough in the morning that most citizens had not yet risen from their beds, but there was still some activity. The bakers had already begun their day, seeing as the smell of warm bread had just begun wafting through the streets. As he entered the square, Kotetsu gave a slight tip of his hat to the street sweeper who was hard at work ridding the ground of fallen leaves.

With the sun just beginning to rise beautifully on the horizon, he could hardly afford to do more than the smallest gesture. If he’d fully expressed himself, his barren skin would undoubtedly burn and itch under the lurking sun. Unlike the legends, vampires were not quite as nocturnal as they were believed to be. The sun did not burn or melt or destroy them, but it greatly irritated their skin and stomachs. Most avoided direct sunlight more than they avoided daylight as a whole. Luckily, modern fashion lent itself well to protection against the sun. Brimmed hats and parasols were lovely items that allowed their kind to blend in even more seamlessly.

He did not fret about finding his fellow vampire. Even had the streets been filled with people, he likely would have been able to pick them out in a crowd. Vampires had odd senses for these things. However, it did not matter, for there was only one person standing near the fountain, staring impatiently at his own pocket watch. Kotetsu couldn’t help but pause for a moment.

The man was, even for a vampire, utterly beautiful. His hair, which appeared as silky as the best silk thread, was neatly tied back. Long hair had slowly fallen out of style, and yet he was sure this man could singlehandedly bring it back into fashion. The man did not even need the warm glow of the rising sun for his hair to appear as a shimmering gold. The man sported no facial hair, which proved to be a blessing, for one could see his lovely pale skin.

Although his hair was not exactly to date, the rest of his impeccable outfit was. Had the luscious hair and smooth skin not given it away, his clothes clearly would have marked him as nobility. Kotetsu, who had extensive knowledge on textiles, could tell even from this far that only the finest of threads and richest of dyes had been used to construct the masterpiece that was this man. When the man finally looked up from his pocket watch, the two of them made eye contact. No amount of disgust or discontent on his face could make those vibrant green eyes appear as anything other than precious jewels. He may have been greeted with the usual unhappy expression, but he could not find himself fully put off when looking at this man’s visage.

    “Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, at your service.”

He quickly smiled and halted in front of the man. The hand not holding his cane was held out as an offering of friendship and respect. The man, still looking unamused, quickly and obviously scanned Kotetsu. His smile dipped for a moment. The man’s gaze then rested on his hand before returning to anywhere other than Kotetsu’s form. The latter dropped his arm to his side, and tried to keep his expression from souring too much. So much for first impressions.

    “You’re late.” Spoke the beautiful yet rude man.

    “Well, yes, you see something came up—”

    “I wish not to hear your excuses.”

    Kotetsu could hear his sanity snap. “I suppose I’d rather not see your hateful expressions during it anyways.”

This earned him a glare that he gladly returned. He’d had all intention to be kind and welcoming to the young vampire. He knew it would be difficult for most to accept someone like him as their mentor, but a small part of him had still hoped it would be fine. Maybe he’d just hoped they’d pair him with someone similar to himself. Clearly, he’d been too hopeful.

    “I’m sure you have your grievances about our situation, and I have my own as well, but we have little choice but to comply.” He received no answer. “Shall we begin now?”

    “If only to be done sooner.”

Kotetsu couldn’t help but nod in agreement. It was clear they’d already butted heads, and he was sure that wasn’t simply due to starting off on the wrong foot. Kotetsu began to walk away from the fountain, although in the opposite direction from which he came.

    “May I have your name?”

    “You do not already know it?”

    It took all of Kotetsu’s self-control to keep from turning around and smacking the man. “No, I’m afraid I do not.”

    The scoff that came next had him grinding his teeth. “Barnaby Brooks Jr.”

He gave a cordial nod, although inside he was already thinking of the most insulting nickname he could.

It had been a few hours since the two first stepped into the nearby woods, but Kotetsu had yet to come up with a suitably horrible nickname for the man he now called his pupil. Seeing as he knew almost nothing about Barnaby—other than he was a dick—he’d spent most of his time trying to pry information out of the young vampire. He had, unfortunately, hardly succeeded. Eventually, he decided speaking was of no more use, and they’d be better off jumping right into the training. He, of course, had no qualms with that.

They’d soon switched to hunting—just small game such as rabbits—though that had proved almost just as frustrating. Upon his proposal, Barnaby had immediately thrown underhanded comments his way. Luckily, the man was a bit more blunt than others his age, so Kotetsu did not need to stop and think about whether he was being insulted or not. The two had once again bickered, this time over just how incapable he believed Barnaby to be if he was telling him to hunt small creatures.

Once he’d finally gotten the younger man to do it, he’d been immediately surprised. Despite what one may believe, small game were more difficult to catch than big game. This was because their small sizes garnered more agility and an easier time camouflaging. Most vampires struggled when first hunting small game and, even once they’d gotten the hang of it, it was still more difficult than taking down something such as a deer. Barnaby, however, treated the hunt as though it were nothing more than a morning stroll.

He had not lunged or run or used all his strength and stamina to catch a rabbit; rather, he’d spent a little time setting the scene so he could practically startle the rabbit right to his waiting fangs. While Kotetsu should have admitted this impressed him, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly pissed. So, when Barnaby returned with his prize, Kotetsu couldn’t help but sarcastically reply. Once again, the two entered a long session of bickering.

The rest of the day had continued like this, as well as the next, and the one after that. Kotetsu continued to suggest small activities that would test Barnaby’s strengths and put his mind to the test and Barnaby continued to complete them as if they were stupid requests in the first place. It was rather clear that the two did not get along. Every few days, the two took a break from lessons, which meant a well-needed break from one another. Kotetsu had, at first, taken to complaining to Antonio on these days, but after his friend made one too many comments about Barnaby actually being a very intelligent and respectful man, Kotetsu drowned his sorrows in alcohol alone.

Soon, a few months had passed and the two made very little progress. They were able to hold a conversation now—although not without insults or sass—but they still knew very little about one another. Barnaby was clearly a very capable man, so Kotetsu often wondered why he’d even needed a mentor in the first place. Out of desperation, he’d long stopped asking why he of all people was chosen to mentor this vampiric prodigy.

Today, Kotetsu was switching up their lessons. He may not like the younger vampire, but he at least took his job seriously—no matter what Barnaby claimed. They normally tested Barnaby’s abilities or worked at improving them, but this time Kotetsu had taken Barnaby into town rather than the woods. The sun had set and the streetlamps lit. Voices boomed from pubs and even cheers could be heard.

Kotetsu was dressed in some of his less fine garb, seeking to fit in a little better. Barnaby, on the other hand, had dressed as beautifully as usual despite warnings. In the end, Kotetsu tried not to let it bother him, assuring himself this would only help his plans further.

    “What exactly are we doing here?” Barnaby’s voice was laced with as much distaste as usual.

    “Training.” Kotetsu spoke as he pushed open the heavy wooden door. “Let’s go.”

Without waiting for a reply, the older man slipped his way into the brightly lit bar. This place wasn’t the seediest one in town and their drinks were half decent, so Kotetsu frequented it from time to time. The drinks, thanks to their taste, were priced higher than some of the other pubs in the area, but he didn’t think those were the best places to bring someone like Barnaby to.

He found an empty seat not quite in the middle of the establishment, but close enough that he could happily watch whatever entertainment his fellow customers created. Barnaby had, reluctantly, followed his mentor inside. The look of distaste on his face only deepened as he sat in the chair across from the other. Kotetsu saw his lips move, but couldn’t quite make out what he’d said.

    “What can I get you fine gentlemen tonight?” Before Kotetsu could ask Barnaby to repeat himself, one of the barmaids had made her way to their table.

    “Ale for the both of us.” He shouted.

    “Alright, be back with ‘em soon.” She shouted in return.

The customers were, as expected, rowdy after a hard day of work. If he wasn’t here for work himself, Kotetsu may have indulged with them. He turned his attention back to Barnaby who seemed to have given up on speaking. Kotetsu stood himself up just enough so he could grab the chair he was sitting on and drag it closer to Barnaby.

    “It gets loud in here, so you’ll need to speak up.” The two may have been closer together, but he still needed to shout for his words to be heard.

    “And why couldn’t you choose a quieter place?” Barnaby had yelled his question this time.

    “Because that wouldn’t help us.”

    Barnaby nearly rolled his eyes. “And how exactly is this kind of place supposed to help us?”

Kotetsu did not answer, distracted instead by the barmaid who had just returned with their mugs of ale. He flashed her a charming smile and thanked her before taking a sip of the ale that had been set before him. Barnaby, however, had not touched his.

    “Drink up, it’s on me tonight!”

    Barnaby’s frown deepened. “I don’t see how drinking this will be beneficial to me.”

Kotetsu shoved the drink closer to Barnaby, almost causing it to spill in the man’s lap had the other not instantly reached to stop it. Now that his pupil had his hands on his mug, he let go of it.

    “It will be, just trust me!”

It was a lot to ask, especially considering the two had never really gotten along, but he couldn’t explain this all to Barnaby just yet. Luckily, the young man had grown more obedient over the few months they’d known one another, so it only took a few minutes for him to finally comply. The two drank their ales as they observed the pub around them. What Kotetsu needed now was time.

They’d been sitting in the bar for at least half an hour and were on their second round when he finally saw the effects. Barnaby had been less than eager to drink yet another mug of the inferior human ale, but had yet again complied. Now that he was about halfway done with it, it was clear he regretted it.

Kotetsu saw Barnaby’s hand quickly slap over his mouth, the man’s body instantly beginning to curl in on itself. Although his movements feigned sickness, Kotetsu could clearly see how his wide eyes shined. Barnaby’s head lowered further as a young man walked past their table. Kotetsu said nothing and did nothing. He could see Barnaby out of the corner of his eye, but that was it. This was not his test to take. After another bout of what might appear to some as sickness, the blazing eyes—now tinted a little red—were aimed at him.

He caught Barnaby’s gaze, and as much as he wanted to say nothing and let the man suffer a bit, he knew just how painful and unsettling these situations could get. He gently placed down his own mug and turned to face the vampire.

    “You may not believe it, but this is necessary.” Barnaby’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Few others would make you go through such a thing, but I promise it has its purpose. You must continue to resist and, eventually, overcome.”

Had Barnaby been able to speak, he would have undoubtedly lectured Kotetsu. The older vampire could even hear the lecture as he picked up his mug once more. Yet, no matter how much Barnaby insisted this beastly tactic was unsuited to the task, Kotetsu would never change his belief. This was one thing he was very stubborn about.

As Barnaby continued fighting with himself, hand gripping tighter to his mouth as his eyes shook, Kotetsu acted as though he could not see. He was entirely focused on the man beside him, but he’d never risk letting that show. It wasn’t because he disliked Barnaby or wished to retain some strong persona, but rather the comfort such a gaze would bring would be detrimental to all the efforts Barnaby had put in so far.

    “Is he alright?” The barmaid from earlier had passed by again, inquiring about the young man doubled over in pain.

    Kotetsu waved her off. “Yeah, he’s perfectly fine! Guy’s a lightweight.”

The barmaid took another unsure glance at the man, but with a few more reassurances from Kotetsu and a bartender yelling for her assistance, she was once again on her way.

    “—rd.”

Kotetsu’s attention instantly flashed back to Barnaby. He was met with a deadly green-eyed glare.

    “Did you say something?” Kotetsu yet again shouted over the lively crowd.

    Barnaby’s voice was quiet, for he could hardly speak in such circumstances, let alone yell. “Bastard!”

The two stared at one another. It was the perfect time for an argument to once again start, for Kotetsu to have a one-sided bickering session with the man who loathed him so much, but yet, it didn’t happen. Kotetsu smiled. It was a genuine, full-hearted smile. Barnaby’s gaze was soon taken away as he curled up from another bout of what could be described only as pain.

Moments later, coins were slammed on their table, and Kotetsu had stood up. At first, Barnaby had tried to slap Kotetsu’s hands away. On his second attempt to grab the man, it was clear Barnaby didn’t have quite enough strength to protest further. He managed to help the man stand up, slinging an arm over his shoulder and his arm around Barnaby’s waist.

    “Let’s get you out.” he didn’t shout this time, for the two were close enough that he could keep his voice down.

Barnaby had no response.

Kotetsu began to leave, with a suffering Barnaby in tow. The man may not have had much strength left in him, but he had enough dignity and pride to keep himself from being dragged out by the older man. It took a while, but the two had finally made their way to the edge of town. Kotetsu headed for the woods with little hesitation, wondering just how far they’d need to go for Barnaby to recover. He found a grassy area, and helped Barnaby sit down with his back against a tree.

The man was obviously calmer now, and his brow was no longer pinched in pain. Kotetsu sat beside him, choosing to look at the stars through the treetops as he listened to Barnaby’s breathing get slower and slower.

    “You’re a fucking bastard.” Were the first words Barnaby managed to get out.

Kotetsu continued looking at the sky. He shrugged.

    “Why the hell did you do that? How can you have so much hate for me you’d endanger—”

    “I don’t,” Kotetsu interrupted. “I may get annoyed and upset, but I don’t hate you.”

    “Then why?”

By this point, Barnaby had become rather familiar with Kotetsu’s morals and personal code. He knew Kotetsu did his best to help others to the point where he almost cherished human lives. It made no sense to him that Kotetsu would put them in such a dangerous position. The older vampire needed to explain.

    “Our systems process nutrients differently, although I’m sure you already knew that. The alcohol we drink as a society is far different from that which humans drink. Yes, they have similar purposes and effects, but the nutrients within human alcohol digest very differently in us. You could say the stronger the human alcohol, the more it’ll affect our senses. Unlike humans whose senses dull from too much and are thus incapable of even the smallest of tasks, our senses dulling makes us vulnerable to the instincts that lay deep inside us all.

    “Very few vampires would make you do such a thing, because even they have never truly felt what happens when that brain-curdling instinct takes over. It’s easy, when you haven’t experienced it, to believe yourself fine. We as a society have moved past temptation and entered a more peaceful era, but no matter how they portray themselves, every vampire has those carnal desires deep inside.

    “They like to believe they are civil and cultured and have full control over themselves, but seeing as they have not been exposed to their true, unfiltered instincts, they cannot fathom just how difficult it truly is to fight. However, my earliest memories are of nothing but those instincts, that desire to rip through flesh and drink fresh warm blood.

    “I’m sure you felt it, the way the saliva drips from your tongue as you think about lapping that delicious liquid from one so young, so pure. I’m sure you could feel your heart race and your head urge you to step forward and bite the napes that so incredulously teased you. These things are wholly natural, though many refuse to believe it.”

    “But why?”

Barnaby had been listening to the whole explanation, his breathing now mostly normal. He had heard, he had listened, but he still could not figure out why Kotetsu had shown him such a disgusting thing. Was it revenge? Revenge on those who had not had to live with such a grotesque nature unlike him?

    “Because there will undoubtedly come a time when you must face that nature.” Kotetsu finally looked at Barnaby and, for the first time, he did not see hostility in them. “It’s hard to control, especially when you’ve never experienced it before. I wouldn’t want you to feel a debilitating eternal guilt simply because I chose not to show you this.”

Silence fell between them, the soft wind and crickets a stark contrast to the boisterous laughter from earlier. Kotetsu, unfortunately, needed to face that guilt every day, which was why he’d adapted such strong beliefs on helping and justice. If being a mentor meant keeping others from feeling such things, then he wouldn’t hesitate.

    “Thank you.” The words were soft when they left Barnaby’s lips, but nonetheless remained genuine.

    “The old are supposed to help guide the young.” He offered a smile.

Silence once again fell between them, this time one of content and relaxation. Barnaby had mostly recovered by now, but it was best for him to rest a while longer. He’d also likely wish to compose himself before they both set out for their respective homes.

    “It…it was horrible.” Kotetsu looked at the younger man surprised, having not expected him to speak. “That feeling of intense…hunger. I’ve been mad, I’ve been furious, but I’ve never felt something that overwhelming. It’s disgusting, honestly, to think I’d have such instincts.”

    “Like I said, it’s only natural—”

    “But they never struggle with it.” Barnaby hissed through clenched teeth. “I’ve seen horrible things, I really have, but they were never like this. Is it because of the blood which flows through me? Does it wish to twist my very being into something unacceptable by any society’s standards? Is it this cursed, shifting blood?”

    “I don’t—”

    “Is it because of the very blood that courses through you?” Barnaby’s words were full of anger, disgust, and frustration.

Kotetsu’s eyes widened slightly. He, to most people’s surprise, was very good at reading others even if they claimed he was rather dense. So, in this moment he could tell Barnaby was not angry at him. No, Barnaby was angry at himself. Disgusted. It hurt to see someone despise themselves so much, especially when through his eyes, they were wonderful.

Yes, Barnaby frequently got on his nerves, but in the short time they;’d gotten to know one another, Kotetsu had at least grown to appreciate some of the man’s better traits. He was driven. He was focused—although sometimes a little too focused. He was strong. And, as much as it pissed him off, Barnaby was far more clever and calculating than any other person he’d met in his many centuries of life. Kotetsu let out a lighthearted sigh, a huge contrast from the self-loathing that seeped from his junior.

    “So there really was something in common between us, huh? You know this whole time I was wondering ‘why on earth would they pair us together’ and I suppose they really did have a reason other than laziness.”

His laid-back demeanor and words calmed Barnaby, although the latter would never be quite sure why it had that effect on him. He looked at his ‘mentor’ from the corner of his eye, surprised and a little angered to see nothing but a calm smile on his face.

    “I don’t think this is a topic for your foolish attitude.”

    “And I think it’s the perfect topic for it.”

    Barnaby frowned. “I just can’t understand you.”

    Kotetsu shrugged. “And I can’t really understand you, but isn’t that the wonderful thing about people? No matter how similar we are or how many things we’ve been through together, we’re all vastly different?”

    “I believe it rather inconvenient.”

    Kotetsu hummed. “I can understand that, but I think you might change your mind if you took a step back every once in a while. Just take a moment to look, to feel, how those differences affect us. Yes, sometimes it’s bad, but if you only ever look at the bad, you’ll never see all the good things that have come your way.”

Kotetsu’s gaze returned to the sky. He’d spent a long time loathing himself and his horrible state of semi-permanent death. It was a sad existence that had hardly been worth living, but, ever since he took that step towards happiness, his life had changed. And he let Barnaby know.

He told him how he’d suffered, how he’d been so alone, but how he’d opened himself up to the new possibilities and found himself pulled from the dark cave with which he’d put himself in. He’d been happier, and it only got better. Even when his beloved wife, the major reason behind the destruction of that old cave, was no more, he’d found other things worth living for. He had a lovely daughter. He had wonderful friends. He had the strength to help and save others. Most importantly, he had the ability to guide others away from the path he’d come from.

    “It must have been hard.”

    “It still is.” This earned Barnaby’s surprise. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say every day was still difficult, but I can’t let myself be a slave to another cruel vampire. Instead, I’ll lead it towards the light.”

    “You’re a lot wiser than you seem.”

    Kotetsu laughed. “Well I’d hope anyone would be this wise after living for as long as I’ve have!”

There was a moment of silence and, unlike before, it was a moment of content. There was no dislike or awkwardness looming in the air. For the first time since they’d met, the two genuinely felt comfortable in one another’s presence. Kotetsu had told Barnaby his tragic life story and simply smiled it off. He in no way sought the same from Barnaby, but the younger man had other plans.

    “I was human once.” Kotetsu fixed his gaze on Barnaby, showing that he was listening. “I don’t really remember it, or the moment when I became a…spawn.”

    “I don’t remember much either.” Kotetsu encouraged.

    “It’s vague, flashes of gruesome images and helpless screams. I…I was powerless to save my parents, to save them from him, but I was too young. He…he tried to kill me too. He bit me, and began to suck out my blood.” Barnaby’s hand went to his neck. “Then, he stopped. He decided it was like some deliciously cruel game to turn the child of the people he’d just killed into his spawn. A little thrall who would love nothing more than to kill him for his deeds if not for the saliva that told him to faithfully serve.

    “Luckily, I wasn’t stuck like that for long. Albert Maverick found me like that and put an end to the vampire who would do something so cruel. Since my fate was already decided and there was no returning to the life I’d once lived, he’d taken it upon himself to give what his kind had taken from me. He helped me turn into a full vampire and brought me into his household as something of a son. It’s a well-kept secret, my true origins, so few know that I…”

Barnaby cut himself off, unable to complete his sentence. Kotetsu could understand. It was hard, admitting to yourself you are what had once killed your very loved ones, but it was even harder to admit you were something your new loved ones despised. A dirty, hideous, spawn-born vampire. The lowest of the low.

    “Thank you for telling me.” Kotetsu placed a comforting hand on Barnaby’s shoulder, a smile still on his face. “Your secret is safe with me.”

They’d gotten closer that night, and a new understanding was born between them. It wasn’t because of their shared origins or their well-kept secrets, rather, it was the understanding of two people who had suffered and chosen to rise above it. Barnaby was still new to this journey, but Kotetsu was sure that with his help, the young vampire would be unstoppable soon.

    “Alright, Bunny, let’s get you home.” Kotetsu stood up, offering a hand to the sitting man.

    He raised a brow while grabbing the man’s hand. “Bunny?”

    Kotetsu grinned like an idiot, giving Barnaby a few hearty pats to the shoulder. “What, I can’t call you that?”

    “Only if I can call you old man.”

Kotetsu’s laughter was heard through the whole forest that night.

Their meetings, which had once been the scorn of both, were now joyous occasions. Kotetsu was always smiling and cracking jokes and, to his delight, Barnaby often smiled as well. The young vampire had learned a lot, and perfected that which he’d already known. Even Kotetsu had learned some things. Barnaby, without asking, had begun to inform Kotetsu on some of the newer traditions of the young vampires. He’d learned what style of clothing was more popular, what some of the things they said meant, and even what type of dances they preferred.

He did not know if he’d ever get a chance to use this, or if it would really help him, but he was happy to learn it. He was even happier that someone was willing to teach him. He’d even taken some of Bunny’s personal techniques and applied them to his own skills. Their styles were different, but he only saw that as a plus. They could easily fill each other’s gaps, and he’d be lying if he denied his desire to continue this kinship long past the end of their mentor program.

They were sitting on a shaded bench, taking a break as they watched the humans pass by. Barnaby, although still not overly fond of humans, had grown to enjoy watching them live their lives like Kotetsu did. If they could no longer have that life, then could at least watch others enjoy it. They could protect that.

    “There’s one thing I’ve been wondering, Bunny.”

    “I hardly think there’s only one thing.” the younger man teased.

    “Well yes, but those can be said another time.”

    “Hmm. What is it?”

The two vampires made eye contact. Barnaby was taken aback by the seriousness on Kotetsu’s face.

    “Albert Maverick. You said he helped you become a vampire.”

    “Yes, he did.”

    “But, how could he have done so?”

    “Well, he gave me the blood of their killer to drink. I believe his name was Jake Martinez.”

    “Yes, you’ve mentioned that, but what I don’t understand is Jake Martinez didn’t die that night like you implied.”

    Barnaby was confused. “What do you mean?”

    “I didn’t know the guy personally, but I was talking with my friend recently and I remembered something. You remember that vampire who took it upon himself to start killing off those he saw as bad, whether vampire or not, yeah?”

    Barnaby slowly nodded. “I believe we’ve called him the lunatic vampire ever since.”

    “That’s correct. Well, long story short, some years back my friend and I got involved in a little skirmish. We’d found a rogue vampire and when we tried to question him, he immediately began attacking. We hadn’t intended to fight, but about halfway through the battle, a lone vampire showed up and killed the man we’d meant to question. We’d easily been able to identify the killer as the lunatic vampire, but I’d never really paid attention to the one who died. My friend took care of it all seeing as he has better standing with the council, so I hadn’t really remembered the name. That was, until that memory came up recently. My friend said the vampire who was killed was named Jake Martinez.”

Barnaby’s eyes were wide, his mouth ajar, and his skin would have been paler if it was possible. Not only was he shocked by this information, but he didn’t even know how to process it.

    “I…he…”

    “It’s possible he could have been injured and left blood behind, but it likely wouldn’t have been enough to feed it to you. Not to mention, it would have been somewhat difficult to separate from the blood of your parents based on how brutally you said they’d been murdered.”

    “He-he probably forced him to give up some blood so he could leave alive.” There was panic in Barnaby’s voice.

Kotetsu frowned. “I find that hard to believe. I mean, Albert Maverick is the righteous type, so why wouldn’t he have just killed Martinez? I mean even if he did let him go, why didn’t Martinez try to use you as bait and run away. You were just some pawn for him to use and play with, surely you would have been an effective distraction.”

    “I—but he—but I—I remember him handing me a small cup of blood. It—I—what else could have—”

Kotetsu dared not answer Barnaby, having already come to the same horrible conclusion the man was fighting right now. He hadn’t wanted to hurt the young vampire like this, but knowing how much he despised himself and his parent’s killer, Kotetsu couldn’t just leave it be. Some may call it cruel, but he only saw this as another way to grow and be released from the shackles that clearly still hung to Barnaby.

    “Bunny, I—”

Barnaby stood up quicker than Kotetsu could speak. His eyes were still wide, his skin still pale and clammy, and there was a rather obvious shake coursing through the man’s body. Kotetsu stood up, ready to comfort and calm the younger vampire as best he could, but said man began to walk. Rather, it was a near run. The man was distraught and the only thing on his mind was probably ‘flee.’

Kotetsu hurried after him. Had he never brought this up, maybe things wouldn’t have gotten so complicated. Maybe Barnaby could have continued living peacefully. They could have gone back to their separate lives with Barnaby as a strong and respected thoroughbred and Kotetsu as the man in the corner none wished to speak to. It would have been easier, so much easier, but when had Kotetsu ever made things easier? The path was always difficult, but that was only because good things waited at the end of those paths.

In the coming months, vampiric society had burst into an uproar. Accusations were thrown wildly, public denouncing occurred frequently. Even physical fights had broken out from time to time. Rumors had spread and what had once been a ‘civilized’ society became all too similar to the ‘barbaric’ society of centuries past. Today, it came to its culmination.

There had been no gathering scheduled for the night, but enough vampires had heard the rumors to gather as if there were one. The large group stood in the beautiful Maverick family courtyard as the well respected man stood facing his furious adoptive son.

    “You can’t lie to me anymore!” Barnaby shouted, his words filled with far more malice than Kotetsu had ever heard from him.

    “Barnaby, why don’t you calm down an—”

    “No!” To most, it would seem as though Barnaby lost his mind.

Kotetsu knew different. He pushed his way through the crowd, trying to get as close to his young protegee as he could. He had a bad feeling about this.

    “I’ve always listened to you! You’ve been my father. I cherished you and even when faced with slander, I still came to you for clarification. I believed you, I always did. I decided to put my own mind to it, for that’s what you always taught me, only to find the truth. You had indeed lied and when I’d brought it up to you, you only continued to lie!”

    “Barnaby, I—”

    “No! I don’t want to hear any more of your poisonous lies. How dare you kill my parents and then treat me like some poor orphaned child when you were the one who made me that!”

Kotetsu was closer now. He could see the top of Barnaby’s golden hair. He was so close. He needed to be a bit closer.

    “It was an accident, Barnaby. You were an accident! I couldn’t just let you suffer as you were, so I had no choice!”

    “You still dare to lie to me?”

    “I do not lie! I did not mean for you to become my spawn, Barnaby, I truly didn’t!”

Gasps and murmurs filled the crowd. Not only was infamous and beloved Barnaby not Maverick’s son, but he was a spawn-born? Just like that, the crowd, who had once been watching in neutrality, began to turn skeptical eyes toward the man they’d once revered. Kotetsu continued to desperately push through the crowd, hoping to get there in time, to get there before their backs were fully turned on his Bunny.

    “I abhor the practice of creating spawns, I would have never intentionally done that to you!”

    “How could you accidentally bite someone?”

    “You were young, Barnaby! You were scared! I tried to catch you, to calm you down, but your frantic movements only caused your hand to graze my fangs! All it takes is one open wound, you didn’t need to be bitten. I couldn’t possibly leave you like that, I gave you my blood and I took you in. You’ve become my very own son, Barnaby!”

    “Deceit!” All eyes turned to Kotetsu as he burst through the crowd, Bunny finally in his view. “You say it was an accident, an atonement for your sins, but that it was not!”

All the disgust, the hatred, was on him now, but he did not care. He was used to it by now. The last thing he wanted was for Barnaby to feel it. The man did not deserve that, not one bit. He’d be his ever loyal supporter and the shield that kept him clean.

    “Has this vulgar man tainted your righteous gaze? Has he poisoned your mind with wretched cries for the wretched being he is? Has he tried to earn your pity, your respect? Has he turned you into this, my beloved boy? Is he to blame?”

    “Yes, he is responsible for the way I confront you now, but the way I am is your own doing! You were the one who spoon-fed me defiled words and memories. You are the one who deceived me, caged me, and ended my very life!”

Maverick turned his attention to the crowd. “Hark! Do you not hear the blasphemous cries this brute has warranted? Did I not warn you years and years ago he would ruin our society with his calls of the old way, the spawn-born way? Have we not tried to accept him, to welcome him, only for him to spit on us as he turns our beloved against us?”

The crowd began to murmur again, all malice focused on the orchestrator, on Kotetsu. The old vampire, however,had no fear. He was much better at throwing his fists than his words, but just as Barnaby had done his best to grow, so had he.

Bunny’s head was down, paralyzed in place as the horrors unfolded around him. Kotetsu fearlessly walked further into the center of the circle. He would not fold. He would not hide from his duty. These were his morals, his very code for existence. He would help those who needed it. Most importantly, he would help Barnaby. The man deserved far more than he could ever give. His hand squeezed the younger man’s shoulder, trying to reassure him it would be alright.

    “And so he says it was I! I was the one to conduct this opera of heresy. He claims it was me, but how could I, a mere spawn-born, wield the power to host such a grand performance?”

    “You mock me! You may be spawn-born, but you are old and strong! Few here can battle you so!”

    “True or not, this is not a battle of strength. In a battle of wits, connections, and societal power, how could I possibly win?”

    “Then why do you protest so? Accept your defeat!”

    “It is not my defeat to accept! You were the one who slayed Barnaby and Emily Brooks. You were the one who turned their son into your own spawn to protect yourself! Is it not possible for a master to order their spawn to forget something?”

    “It is! Such effects would not last!”

    “Exactly.”

Kotetsu’s confident gaze shook Albert Maverick and the man’s eyes widened, as if he’d realized something he’d long forgotten.

    “Yes, you were the one to kill Barnaby and Emily Brooks, but you were not the one to turn their son!” Murmurs once again surged through the crowd, few trying to hide their thoughts behind whispers. “You could not possibly have turned their son!”

    “What do you—” Barnaby’s attention was on Kotetsu, but even he could not stop the older man’s momentum.

    “It was not possible, was it? To turn the son of two thoroughbred vampires into your spawn!”

The crowd was louder now. They were still largely against Kotetsu, but as each word left the man’s mouth, they couldn’t help but be enthralled by his words. Every sentence was so ridiculous, so incredulous, and yet they couldn’t help but listen.

    “Why, that’s preposterous!”

    “It is, unless you have such influence! We vampires are reclusive by nature, do you think one small family would be forgotten? It’s harder when they’re thoroughbred, but reproducing is difficult for vampires, so I would not be surprised if they had been gone from society for at least a few decades. Then, was that not the perfect time to strike? When they’d been forgotten? Wouldn’t that be the perfect time to inherit their power, their influence as well?”

    “How dare you spew such heresy! Why that’s—”

    “—entirely true!” Everyone’s heads turned to the new voice.

Nathan Seymour stepped forward. Kotetsu squeezed Barnaby’s shoulder again, giving him a quick smile.

    “It’s okay now.” He whispered. “Good job.”

    “Nathan what ever do you—”

    “Darling Kotetsu was troubled about his dear pupil, how could I not act when faced with such a pure request? Why, I could hardly fathom dear Handsome being so troubled! Such a beautiful face should not be tarnished with anguish!” Maverick was gritting his teeth. “Imagine how surprised I was when I learned the reason for my dear boy’s trauma was none other than my fellow council member! Oh the agony! The betrayal!

    “I knew not what to do with myself! How could I ever atone for falling for such deception? For hurting my beloved fledglings! Why, it was simply unacceptable! That’s when this tiger offered a strong, comforting hand, and led me straight to my atonement! You can help him, he said! You can free him, he cried! And I listened. I could stand by idly no more. And so we find yourself at odds, for my fellow council members and I can be nothing but utterly appalled at your behavior! We will discuss your punishment in due time.”

With Nathan’s intervention, the crowd’s scorn was now aimed at Albert Maverick. They always said to fight fire with fire, and so Kotetsu had chosen to fight with his own influential vampire. The tables had, once again, turned. Barnaby was no longer the thoroughbred son of Albert Maverick, nor was he the pitiful spawn-born boy. He was Barnaby Brooks Jr. the thoroughbred vampire who had been wronged but was now free from he who caged him.

The crowd began to disperse, small groups forming to discuss among themselves or to get a closer look at the horrible vampire who tricked them. In due time, they’d even trickle to Barnaby’s side to console and encourage him. That was Kotetsu’s queue.

    He threw his arm around the man, pulling him in for a quick side hug. “Congratulations, my pupil, for you have thoroughly applied my teachings and risen above your shackles! I do say, you were a mighty fine student, and I could not be prouder! You are a fine young man.”

With that, his arm slid off the man’s shoulders. This was where they’d say goodbye to their connection as mentor and mentee. This was when they’d say goodbye.

    “I enjoyed our time together, Bunny.”

He began to turn his back to the man, to leave him behind forever, but as he took his first steps, something stopped him. A hand firmly grasped his arm. Kotetsu’s eyes trailed from the hand to the eyes of the man that stared at him, eyes slightly wide. Barnaby opened his mouth but closed it before long. His grip tightened. He averted his eyes.

The other vampires were closing in now. They’d be here to console him, to congratulate him, soon. It would all be over, and yet, Barnaby still clung to him. His free arm reached out, hand resting on top of the man’s soft hair. He gave it a pat and another, and another that trailed down his head like a small caress. Barnaby brought his eyes to Kotetsu’s once more. Words still failed to leave his lips.

    “We have officially severed our bond. We are but strangers now that you have grown to be a strong man. I cannot stay by your side as this.”

    “But—” was all Barnaby could say.

    “Next we meet, we’ll be strangers. One might even say we’d be meeting as equals.” Barnaby’s grasp loosened as he stared at Kotetsu. “I do hope we can meet again.”

With that, Kotetsu gave a nod and slipped from the young vampire’s grasp. All Barnaby could do was watch as the man left. He was surrounded by vampires showering him with care and praise, but it was not the same as what he had given. He turned his attention to his peers around him. He too hoped they could meet again.

Kotetsu found himself in that same corner drinking that same drink with the same stares of disgust burning holes in him. It had taken considerable time for the vampire society to rebuild itself after the incident with Albert Maverick. Kotetsu had, as expected, remained largely unaffected by the chaos. Nathan had tried to get his help numerous times, but the dissatisfied glares of the council and his own desire to stay the hell away from them kept him running from any proposed responsibilities.

Even so, he’d been invited, and practically dragged, to yet another party. The difference this time was that his attire was a little more tasteful. He fit in a lot better, and the young girl at his side did as well. She too, was a new addition at these parties, for he had decided sheltering one’s child from the horrors of the world and your own life was not good. It was all thanks to one man.

    “Can I have this dance, Miss Kaede?” Antonio asked, bowing deeply and kissing the hand Kaede had offered him.

    She grinned, a bubbly giggle leaving her. “You may, Sir Antonio.”

Kotetsu happily smiled at the two, glad they were enjoying their little game. Before the two walked to the dance floor, his daughter stopped, shooting a slightly worried expression at her father.

    “What will you do about a dance partner?”

    “Don’t worry, I’m sure someone will find me. You better take Antonio’s invitation, for he’s quite the luxury good around here.” Antonio rolled his eyes. “If you don’t go now, someone else may sweep him off his feet!”

Kaede giggled again, pulling Antonio to the dance floor all while telling him he was far too large to be swept off his feet. Kotetsu smiled, his eyes closing for a moment as he nursed his drink. As usual, the road may be tough, but the rewards were well worth it. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by an unanticipated sight. The man in front of him bowed and, much like Antonio had, took Kotetsu’s hand and pressed a kiss to it.

    “My name is Barnaby Brooks Jr. and I couldn’t help but notice you from afar. I do believe we’d get along rather well, and I hope for a favorable answer when I ask you for this dance and the rest of them for as long as you’ll have me.”

    Kotetsu grinned. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, and while I am very flattered, I don’t believe I can promise you such a thing.”

Barnaby’s suave expression faltered for a moment. Kotetsu chuckled, grin getting even wider.

    “How could I possibly promise you every dance when I have a precious daughter I need to dance with?”

    Barnaby’s face instantly relaxed and Kotetsu could have sworn he saw him roll his eyes. “Then could I ask for any dance you do not share with your daughter? And any time with you—and her—i can garner as compensation?”

    “Well,” Kotetsu looked thoughtful, “I see no harm in answering such a promise.”

Barnaby’s eyes met with his, and Kotetsu was happy to finally see that warm smile again. The two walked arm in arm towards the dance floor—although it had taken them a moment to argue exactly how they’d link arms. They cared not for whatever gazes may see them or what comments await them. They were on equal footing as far as they were concerned. They were happy. As they made their way to the dance floor, Kotetsu spoke again.

    “I think I’ll call you Bunny.”

    “Only if I can call you old man.”

    Kotetsu laughed. “Oh, I believe you’ll come up with something better than that.”

    “In due time.” The two smiled at one another. “I have, what I hope to be, an eternity.”

    “That you do, Bunny.”