Everyone thinks that they will live long enough to enjoy the golden years, then die in a natural unassuming manner, and I was no exception to this way of thinking, that was until I woke up strapped naked to a steel bed like an offering to a butcher, in a strange white room, fill with neatly stack torture devices. I should have been scared out of my mind, yet strangely as I await my torturous end, I find myself enjoying this sick journey into death’s cold arms and enjoying the company of the man that will drag me there. If death should be feared, why do I feel so excited by the possibility of it claiming me? All I know its going to be a bloody ride. Disclaimer: That wonderful work of art on the cover is not mine, I am just using it for visual purposes. All rights reserve, this is my hard written work, do not steal or copy, if you do I will hunt you down with my CHOCOLATE CUTTER and................... Well just lets leave it as that shall we O.o

"Delicious..." From the moment he tasted your blood, he knew you would belong to him. You were the only one he ever was interested in, the only one he ever wanted to get closer to, the only one he had eyes on. So, he would always stay by your side, even if it meant getting rid of others.

Thinking back, I don't even understand why I became friends with him. It was always a mistake, since the very beginning... (Y/n) finds himself in a difficult position with his ex-childhood friend, Kousuke (Kou). Why say ex instead of just childhood friend? Because they're not friends anymore. And what did that fact make Kousuke do? Things that (y/n) never thought would happen.