Zaou growled and his eyes narrowed further. "I'm coming on my on time, boy!" he growled as he stalked up to Leon with his hands clentched into fists.

"Zaou Scar," he growled as he fell into pace beside Leon. Or Hidden Moon by my people. he thought. Zaou raised one hand absentmindedly and rubbed the spot where his maker hand dug his fangs into.

That particular spot hurts from time to time.

"...Thanks again,"  He finnaly said: "You already know my name, so we can't do much for conversation,"  He said, running the back of his head with his right hand. 

He looked down, really not sure what to say.  He was annoyed.  He took his jacket offf and teied it around his waist, he arms had several bruises on them, and and soem faint scaring.  He was wearing a wide-cuffed silver bangel with a red ruby in the middle of it.  He crossed his arms as they continued to walk. 

"So, you don't knwo anythgin about them?"  He asked, obviously this annoyed him more to ask, but he wanted to at least livel ogn enough to find out what was happening....

Zaou nodded to the first part of what Leon had said. He noticed Leon also figiting with his jacket and one corner of his lips curled up into a smile. But Leon's question nearlt stopped him dead in his tracks. He didn't really know much about the boy's parents if that was what he was asking about.

He hesitated, but never responded.

Zaou shook his head as Leon sped up slightly.  "What the hell," he muttered to himself. He did know what happened to the boy's parents, but he was at a loss for putting it into words.

Quickly he went to his house.  He was on the sidewalk, lookign at it.  It was a large house with black paint.  It had a connecting garage, which was also painted black.  It looked like a small apertment facility, which is what it used to be, it was built in the seventeed-hundreds, and was a four family establishment.  He started to walk, but didn't take a step.

"....Something's wrong....Can't place it,"  He said, then took the jacket out form around hsi waist and put it on.  "I think someone's in it,"  He continued.  His phone finnaly ceased it's ringing, which made thigns a little more quiet, but Leon looekd down:

"So renting an apertment.....Gah, the hell with it.  This is my house."   He said takign the jacket from around his waist and puttign it on and takign a large metal, slightly rusted key from his pocket. 

"C'mon, I need to get a few things,"  He said wlaking.

Zaou stiffened when he got close to the house. Besides Leon's heartbeat, there was another one beating somewhere inside the house. He bounded up to the boy. But his shoulders were stiff. Something was not right here.

"...Any problems?"  Leon asked non-chalantly, then put they key in the lock, turned and opened.

"...."  He walked in, no one was there, so he continued, not bothering to close the door, because he knew Zaou would follow.  "..C'mon, I need to get osme things form my room.  I don't think anyone's here, make yourself at home, help yourself to whatever's in the fridge, I'll show you to the bed you can use.  We're crashign here for then ight, then I'm leaving," He said heading to the stairs.

(Can we have everythign peaceful until tomorrow before they leave and all hell breakign loose?)

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Sure. Teh guy in hiding will stay there until the next day. I has a plan. -evil smile-

BiC://

Zaou followed Leon hesitantly into the house. His silver eyes darted around the room as he looked for the source of the second beating heart. The vampire's own heart hasn't beat for most of his vampiric life.

Not finding the source, Zaou relaxed a bit. Maybe it was a rat. Yea... a rat. He tried to re*censored*ure himself, but he didn't think it was working. Then, he wandered away from Leon as he headed towards the kitchen.

He had a bullet stuck in his lower torso. And it was hurting as hell.

Leon was about to go into his room, but stopped.  His new guest interested him.  He was a vampire?  Vampire's dson't eat, right?  So what's he odin' in the kitchen? He msiled.  He was curious aobut this guy.

He wlaked back down the stairs, put his coat on the hanger and wlaked into the kitchen: "Find osmethign you like, h...."  He cut himself off and abruptly said: "Hey, I was aobut to make myself Ramen noodles before oging to bed, want me to make you osme too?" He said, hopign he either didn't ntoice what he was about to say, or would sidregard his pathetic attempt to cover himself.

Zaou glanced at Leon. Ramen? What was that? The vampire had usually stayed away from resturants, food stores, and other places that sold mortal food. His diet usually consisted of blood. But still... he wanted to try this one. It sounded interesting.

"Sure," he said. Then he looked around the kitchen and spotted a knife. "Hey, do you have any tweasers?" he asked turning his head back towards Leon.

"..Yeah, got a sliver?"  He asked going to the cabinet and grabbing two bowls for ramen.

(Phailure. DX)

Zaou shook his head. And used one hand to gesture the small puncture wound in his shirt. Dried blood caked the entrance. "Got hit," he said.

Zaou frowned and sat down at the kicthen table. He was more than capable of taking the bullet out himself, no matter how crude he does it. Proping his head up with one arm, he let his black hair fall in front of his silver eyes as they closed.

About five minutes later Leon wlaked into the room with a first aid kit, gloves and a pair of over-sized twiezers.

"Are you gonig to take care of it, or would you like some help?"  He asked settign the objects down on the table.

Zaou opened his eyes and peered at Leon through a curtain of his own hair. "I can do it," he said yawning softly. Standing up, he removed his shirt so he could have a better view of where the puncture wound was. Tossing his shirt onto the table, he opened the first aid kit and looked for something. He narrowed his eyes at first, but then he found what he was looking for.

Removing it from the kit, he felt were the bullet was, lodged in between his diaphragm and his last rib on the right side. Growling, he cute open his skin with the medical tool in his hand and quickly retrieved the twiezers. Gently placing it inside the wound, he hissed slightly as it touched his skin. Using the twiezers to grope around inside, he soon connected with the bullet and pulled it out. He hissed again, through clentched teeth. Droping the bullet and twiezers on the table, he let the wound heal quickly and pulled his shirt back on.

"All done," he said as he took the tool he used to cut himself open and the twiezers to the sink to wash them.

Leon was looking down the whole time, not wantign to look.  "..Oh..Sorry, I couldn't have been more help."  He then grabbed the bowls of ramen and put one back and commened in making a bowl for Zaou.

"..Uh..Beef or chicken?"  He asked.