Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 11:28:18 -0500
From: Shoma Shun Ukiya <dylan@celticwarrior.com>
Subject: Tales of a Superhero Band chapter 2

This is the second time I'm writing a story series for Nifty, though I've
gone in a different direction from BSB Nsync Chronicles. This story is a
spin-off of the Tales of a Real Dark Knight series, started by James
Geckler. Tales of a Young Mutant in the celebrities section is also a
spin-off of the Dark Knight series, and is a good read too. Following the
tradition, I've also named this series with a starting of "Tales of a..."
as a beginning. Cool, huh? ;p

Special thanks to Rune, Aeoros and Mawsy for always being there, and for
being the first to read this story and giving it the thumbs up. And a
special thanks to James for writing his amazing series, which without it,
this story would not exist. Comments, questions and suggestions to be sent
to dylan@celticwarrior.com or ensstyenlc@hotmail.com

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Disclaimer: This story is fictional, and says nothing about the
orientations of any member of the boyband N Sync, or any other character,
celebrity or otherwise. If you are under 18 or 21, or live in a country
where it's illegal to read something like this, leave, though I seriously
doubt you will. If you don't like the idea of two guys in a relationship
with each other, or having sex with each other, what are you doing here in
the first place?

Though maybe none of the characters will be appearing, ideas taken from
these places will show up:

Buffy, Copyright 20th Century Fox, Created by Joss Whedon
X-Men, Copyright Marvel Comics, Created by Stan Lee
Charmed, Copyright WB, Created by Aaron Spelling

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Chapter 2

	"He hasn't called yet, has he?" I asked. My friends stopped what
they were doing and looked at me.
	"No, he hasn't," Reuben said, turning back to his computer. He was
working on Evil Ken, a character he made for a freeware two-player fighting
game called Mugen. It was a lot of work, but he was quite proud of it, and
would regularly clear out the bugs and make the character as near-perfect
as he could. I was on my usual spot at the edge of his bed with Joy lying
next to me. She shook her head and went back to her book. Melvin was on the
floor playing with Muffin and Jelly. Muffin was Reuben's collie. She was
still young and not very big, and she was very gentle. Jelly was a tabby
cat, or rather kitten, and she was my pet. Both Muffin and Jelly got along
well with each other, and with Melvin. Joy was a little jumpy around
animals, but did not mind Jelly and Muffin too much. We had spent the
morning after breakfast in Reuben's room, discussing the appearance of the
vampire gang, though the topic had quickly turned to how strange the
reactions of the guys from Nsync were. Of course, it led to them asking if
I had noticed what seemed like flirting from Justin towards me. Melvin said
he didn't know for if Justin was flirting, but he thought it was highly
likely. Reuben just said that maybe the three of us were assuming too
much. He did add that he might be wrong, but he didn't think Justin was
flirting with me at all. Joy said that Justin did ask for my number, and
she gave our house number to him. He promised that he would call me today,
but there was no news from him at all. We ended the conversation there,
until I brought it up again with my question.
	"Dylan, if he had called, we'd know because one, we're all here in
Reuben's room, and we haven't left at all," Melvin said, withdrawing his
hand quickly from Jelly's mouth. She was playing with him, none too gently,
and had drawn blood from his index finger. It was not a deep bite, so he
just wiped it on a shirt on the floor, and went back to playing with her. I
sighed, and went back to daydreaming.
	"Why don't you wait in the lounge?" Reuben asked. "So that you'll
be the first one to the phone if it rings."
	Though there were phones throughout the house, they were for Faith
and Jimmy's personal line, so none of us bothered to answer those if they
rang. Our phone access was through the phone in the lounge, and was the
only line we were allowed to. When I had first moved in with my friends, we
wondered how eight people could access the internet at the same time, and
how it would work out without us fighting each other to the death. We later
found out that Jimmy had somehow managed to get his company, some real
estate firm, to set up all the computers on a LAN with internet access, so
we would not have to fight with everyone else over the phone line for
talking or surfing. None of us made or received a lot of calls, as the
people I hang out with happen to be in the same house as me. The three
musketeers hang out with each other, so they had no need for calls
either. Diane was the only one who used the phone often, when she was
around, at least. She regularly stayed with my family, as she and my sister
were best friends, and I rarely saw Diane around the house. She would hang
out with us when she was around, though.
	A clear ringing noise broke our silence, and I quickly jumped up
and ran to the door, trying to get to the lounge to answer the phone. I
opened Reuben's door, and the first thing I saw was Leon picking up the
phone. I clenched my teeth, hoping he would be nice and pass the phone to
me. No such luck.
	"Dylan? Why would you want to speak with a loser like him anyway?"
Leon was saying into the phone. "Only a loser would do that, and I'm sure
you're too smart to be a loser."
	There was a pause, and Leon hung up the phone. I glared at him as
he walked by Reuben's room to get to his. "Why'd you hang up on my friend?
That was my call."
	"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware you had any friends besides your loser
gang," he said, giving me the finger.
	"Who was it?" I asked as calmly as possible. Inside, I was seething
in anger and calling him an asshole, but I ignored the feelings.
	"Some loser called Justin," he replied. "Must be one of your fag
friends, his voice is so feminine."
	He continued to walk towards his room and I slowly counted to ten,
clenching and unclenching my fists. I reached ten and continued counting. I
had reached twenty-four when he closed his door, and Joy tapped me on my
shoulder. I gave the finger to his closed door, and went back into Reuben's
room.
	"That was fast," Reuben said, still looking at his computer. "What
did he say?"
	"I don't know," I grumbled. "Leon got there and hung up on him. He
called the bunch of us losers. That seems to be the only word in his
vocabulary."
	"That's nice," Reuben replied, still not really listening. Melvin
looked up at me and gave me a small smile.
	"He'll call later, I suppose," Melvin said, standing while a
shocked Muffin dropped from his lap. "Come on, I'll wait with you in the
lounge."
	I appreciated the thought, and smiled at him. Melvin and I rarely
spoke to each other, but we communicated on a deeper level very
well. Melvin had been my best friend since we were old enough to talk, and
after eighteen or so years of friendship, we were inseperable. He was
nineteen like me. Reuben was only a year younger than us, but it made a lot
of difference in terms of communication. Joy was sixteen, the youngest of
us all. We met her when her family joined our church about eight years
ago. We did not become friends at first since we all thought she would not
be rough enough to play the games we did. We were surprised to learn that
she was a tomboy, and could hold her own in our rough and tumble games.




	I looked at my watch and frowned. Five thirty. When is Justin going
to call? I wondered. It has been three hours since he last did. I slowly
stroked Jelly as she slept on my lap. Next to her was Melvin's head near my
knee. Muffin was on Melvin's chest, sleeping too. I shook my head and
smiled as Melvin gave a little snore, and shifted his head a little before
falling back to sleep. My right leg was numb, but I did not want to wake
them up by moving, so I just made the most of the situation. I hoped that
Leon would not choose to come out of his room at this time. He would have
plenty to say about the whole situation. I leaned back on the beanbag and
closed my eyes for a while. I must have dozed off because the next thing I
knew, I heard the phone ring. I jumped up to answer it, my heart pounding
in anticipation. I heard a loud thud as Melvin's head knocked onto the
carpetted floor.
	"Ouch," he said, waking up. "That hurt."
	"Sorry," I said picking up the receiver. "Hello."
	"Err, hi," the voice at the other end said. "May I... err... speak
to Dylan, um, please?"
	"Speaking," I said cheerfully. I heard a muffled "Eeps, it's him"
and held back a chuckle.
	"Is that Justin?" I asked, smiling though I knew he couldn't see
me.
	"Yeah, this is Justin," the voice replied. "I said I'd call."
	"Yep, you did," I said. There was an awkward silence. I saw Melvin
looking at me, his head cocked slightly to one side, curious about the
conversation. I just shrugged, and he chuckled.
	"So..." both Justin and I said at the same time. We both paused to
let each other speak.
	"You first," I said.
	"Okay," he said shyly. "I... err, do you... um... would
you... eep. Er, who was that guy on the phone earlier?"
	I just shook my head and tried to hold back laughter. Melvin
noticed it and began to snigger.
	"That would be Leon, one of my housemates, and a major asshole," I
replied. "He's a pretty nasty person at times."
	"Oh, okay," Justin said. I sighed and glanced at Melvin. He smiled
and gave me the thumbs up sign, which meant "go ahead". Like I said, the
two of us communicate without words.
	I nodded nervously, took a deep breath and asked, "Justin, would
you like to go out for dinner with me tomorrow night?" Melvin did a silent
cheer and raised his fist into the air. I rolled my eyes at him and flipped
him off.
	"Uh, sure," Justin said, just as nervous as me. He sounded
relieved, too, so I suppose that was what he wanted to ask me before he
chickened out and asked about Leon. "Tomorrow night at seven? I'll come and
pick you up, I've got a car."
	"Seven tomorrow night, sure," I said excitedly. "What's the dress
code?"
	"Erm, I guess something smart casual," Justin replied. I found it
so cute the way Justin, a guy used to girls screaming his name and offering
him their undying love, was so nervous about asking me for a date. We said
our goodbyes, and then it struck me.
	"Oh my gosh, I'm going out on a date with Justin Timberlake
tomorrow night at seven," I gushed, falling back onto the beanbag. I opened
my eyes in shock. "Wait, I don't have anything to wear!"
	Melvin groaned. "Oh great, now you sound like Joy."
	"No, seriously," I said. "I dropped my clothes off at the
laundromat this morning! I really don't have anything good to wear!"
	"Now that could be a problem," Melvin said. I looked at my watch
and panicked. "Oh no, it's five forty-five. He's coming at seven. What am I
gonna do, man? Help me out!"
	Melvin cuffed the back of my head.
	"Dude, what was that for?" I asked, rubbing the painful spot.
	"Two things," he replied. "One, to get you back to your
senses. Justin's coming at seven TOMORROW night, so you have plenty of time
to get ready. The second is for jumping up suddenly and making me knock my
head."
	"That's lame," I said, rolling my eyes. "But the laundromat won't
be done with my clothes by tomorrow morning."
	"Relax, you can borrow some of mine," Melvin said, patting my
back. Then he got an evil glint in his eyes. "Besides, he said smart
casual, and your clothes may be casual, but they're nowhere near smar --
OWWWWW!"
	"You done?" I grinned, twisting the flesh on his arm, causing him
to wince.
	"Just let go of me, you asshole," he yelled, struggling to break
free from my pinch. "Ugh, that's it."
	I smiled and looked at Justin. He was dressed smartly, and had the
cheesiest smile on his face. He held his hand out to me.
	"You ready to go, Dylan?" he asked.
	"Dylan!" I heard Melvin. I felt my body being shaken, and I snapped
out of the daydream. I saw Melvin's face in front of mine.
	"Ass," I laughed. "You daydreamed me!"
	"Well, you wouldn't let go," Melvin said, pointing to a dark red
patch on his arm. Then we both burst out laughing.




	"So how do I look?" I asked, turning one circle to let Melvin see
the entire outfit. I was wearing a black, tight t-shirt, and a pair of
baggy beige cargoes. I wore a black baseball cap backwards on my head, with
a little bit of fringe sticking out the hole. Melvin was impressed.
	"Not bad, not bad at all," he said. "But then, they're all my
clothes anyway."
	"Ass," I said. "Come one, let's go show Reuben and Joy."
	I rushed out of Melvin's room, which was directly opposite of mine,
and quickly made my way to Reuben's room, which was right next to
mine. Melvin and Jelly followed me, and I knew Melvin was thinking about
how crazy I was acting right now. I knocked on Reuben's door, and opened it
without waiting for a reply.
	"How does this look?" I asked happily, spreading my arms out. I did
not even bother to look around the room.
	"This looks embarrassing," Reuben replied. I looked at him, and my
jaw dropped. I heard Melvin snicker from behind me.
	"Hey, what's going on?" Joy was coming! I turned sharply. Melvin
nodded and turned around.
	"What the..." I heard Joy say. I peeked from behind Melvin and saw
her standing there, a goofy grin on her face as she was lost in a
daydream. I turned back to Reuben, who was blushing, making his already
tanned skin even darker. I looked at him for an explanation.
	"What?" he said defensively. "So I watched American Pie and got
curious, okay?"
	I caught Melvin's gaze, and we turned back to the ruined pie. I
struggled to contain my laughter, but the sight of Reuben naked from the
waist down, with crumbs and apple filling dripping down his privates, was
too much to bear. I burst out laughing, and Melvin did too. Reuben shot us
a dirty look. Melvin stepped back and closed the door, then burst out
laughing, the loudest I have ever heard in my life. I stepped backwards
through the door, laughing all the way too. Melvin bent and grabbed his
waist from the pain, and he accidently knocked Joy. She woke from her
daydream to see us laughing away.
	"What's so funny?" She asked, puzzled. Melvin and I looked at each
other, then at Reuben's closed door, then started laughing again.
	Joy sighed. "Boys."




	"That's not a bad outfit," Joy said after I showed her the clothes
Melvin chose for me. That guy has great fashion sense. "So why are you
wearing it now? It's only eleven in the morning, and Justin's not coming
until seven."
	"I know, I just wanted to pick it out now, and when the time comes,
then I just have to shower and change," I said. "No fuss."
	"So they're all Melvin's clothes?" Joy asked.
	"Except for the baseball cap," Melvin said. "And his boxers. The
cargoes, shirt and scent are all mine."
	"Thanks again, man," I said as I hugged Melvin. He smiled and
hugged me back. Hey, after eighteen years of friendship, a little hug is
pretty much nothing.
	"So what are we having for lunch?" Joy asked as Melvin and I broke
apart.
	"I'm not eating," I declared. "I want to enjoy my dinner and I'm
not going to eat a huge lunch and ruin my appetite for dinner."
	"Right," Melvin said sarcastically. "Ten bucks says he'll eat
something before three."
	"No way," Joy said, shaking her head vigorously. "Making a bet on
this bottomless pit's eating habits is free money."
	"Damn," Melvin said, snapping his fingers. I rolled my eyes at
them.
	"I'm seriously not going to eat anything," I said. Joy sighed and
nodded her head.
	"Okay, bet," she said, sighing again. "I'm a sucker."
	"Haha, easy cash," Melvin laughed. "Might as well pay me now."
	Joy glared and pointed her finger at me. "You had better not eat
anything or I will kill you."
	"I won't," I promised.




	"Okay, pay up," Melvin laughed. Joy growled and handed him a ten,
then she turned to me.
	"Dylan! You didn't even last forty-five minutes!"
	"Sorry," I said. "Couldn't resist the apple jacks and milk."
	"Ass," Joy scowled, before laughing. I looked up and saw Reuben
enter the kitchen. I snorted, and tried to hold back a laugh. Melvin
blushed, and began to giggle. Reuben shot us dirty looks, then ignored us
and poured a glass of apple juice.
	"More apples?" I asked, sniggering. Reuben gave me the finger.
	"Isn't that what the pie got?" Melvin giggled. Reuben gave us a
cold glare, then left the kitchen.
	"What was all that about?" Joy asked.
	"It's a private joke," Melvin said, then we burst out laughing
again.
	"I can hear you!" Reuben shouted.
	"We know!" Melvin shouted back. Joy just sighed and shook her
head. I heard the phone in the lounge upstairs ring, and my heart jumped. I
ran towards the stairs to answer the phone.
	"He thinks it's Justin," I heard Melvin say, as he and Joy raced
upstairs with me. The phone stopped just as we reached the top of the
stairs. Reuben had answered it. I smiled at Melvin and he grinned back at
me.
	"Are you thinking what I'm thinking Melvin?" I asked.
	"I think I am, Dylan," he replied.
	"It's spying time!" we said in unison.
	Joy rolled her eyes. "The only thing that keeps that routine from
being ultra-lame is the fact that you guys have never messed up."
	"Yeah, we're the best!" I grinned, and high-fived Melvin.
	"Why me?" Joy groaned. The three of us crept slowly towards
Reuben. His back was facing us, so he did not see us coming. We were
directly behind him, ready to scare him when he said, "Okay, bye,", hung
up, and turned around.
	"Sheesh," he said, rolling his eyes.
	"Damn, that was a wasted chance," Joy said. "So who was that?"
	"My sister," Reuben replied. He dropped down onto a beanbag. Melvin
grabbed a large cushion and sat across from Reuben. Joy took another
beanbag and I sat next to Melvin.
	"So what did she want?" I asked. "Did you say we said hi, even
though we didn't?"
	"She wanted to know if we got the part as Nsync's opening band,"
Reuben said. "I gave her the tour dates, and she said that she might be
able to make one of our shows."
	"Cool!" I said. "Maybe we could sing some of our 'Sweet Tooth'
songs or something if she does."
	"I suggested that too, and she said she'd think about it," Reuben
nodded. I gave him a strange look.
	"There's a 'but' somewhere, right?" I asked. Reuben nodded. "She
said that we might have to sing more upbeat songs to get the crowd riled up
for Nsync."
	"Why's that a problem?" Joy asked. "We have loads of upbeat songs
we can sing and play."
	"Yeah, but we don't have a drummer," Reuben said.
	"What do we need a drummer for?" Melvin asked. "We've done fine so
far without one, since Joy and Dylan have all sorts of percussion
instruments that we can use easily on stage. Or we could always record a
beat on a disk, and put it in your keyboard while you play."
	"It doesn't beat having a real drummer, though," Reuben said. I
shrugged.
	"I don't see the need to have a drummer, but I suppose if you want
one, we could get someone," I said.
	"Do we know any drummers?" Joy asked.
	"Edwin is a drummer," Melvin said. I coughed to hold back a laugh.
	"What would likely happen if Edwin joined Ocean Whispers as a
drummer?" I asked, smiling slyly.
	"He'd want us to change our name and become a heavy metal group,"
Joy frowned. "Then seeing as Brian and Leon are part of his musketeer trio,
they'll insist that we need a guitarist and bassist."
	"Then they'd get Diane as a vocalist," Reuben said, linking the
situation. "Since none of us like singing metal."
	"Right," I said. "Now let's say we have a girl. This girl's best
friend has gone away for a few months, so she hangs out with her
boyfriend."
	"What's that got to do with--" I interrupted Reuben.
	"Now if this girl's boyfriend was gone for months, she'd spend more
time with her best friend," I continued. Melvin stared at me, confused.
	"Now what would happen if both her best friend and boyfriend went
away for months, to the same place?" I asked, then pointed at Joy to
answer.
	"She'd either be really pissed, or she'll want to follow them," Joy
replied. "But I still don't get--"
	"Wait," I said. "I'm getting there. Now what would happen if her
older sibling, let's say brother, was going the same place as her
aforementioned boyfriend and best friend?"
	"Her parent's are more likely to let her go?" Reuben asked. "Since
her best friend, boyfriend and brother are all going away for the same
amount of time, to the same places."
	"Right," I said, nodding. "Clever boy."
	"But what does that have to do with us and Edwin as drummer?"
Reuben asked.
	"Yeah, I still don't get it," Joy said. I looked at Melvin and
raised my eyebrows. He gave me a strange look, then suddenly his eyes
widened in understanding.
	"No," he said.
	Joy and Reuben both looked at him. "What? No what?"
	"Who is in my family?" I asked. "My mother, my step-dad and who?"
	"Your sister," Melvin said.
	"And who is Diane's best friend?" I grinned.
	"Your sister," Reuben said, furrowing his brow, then slowly
catching on.
	"And who is Leon's girlfriend?" I asked.
	"Your sister," Joy said sadly.
	"Bingo!" I said. "So if we recruited Edwin as a drummer, who will
be following us around for four months?"
	"Your sister," they said in unison. I smiled. "Do you really want
the Evil Bitch Queen around for four months?"
	"Oh, please no!" Joy said, her eyes widening. Reuben looked
horrified. Melvin was shaking his head as hard as he could. Melvin had come
up with that name, and it stuck. Everyone called my sister that, except for
Leon and my parents. The reason why it stuck so well was because it was
unfortunately very true.
	"So you still want Edwin as a drummer?" I asked. Reuben sighed and
looked down. "I guess we'll make do without a drummer, since we've done so
well for so long without one."
	I smirked. "I knew you'd come to your senses."




	The doorbell rang and I smiled. I got off the couch in the lounge
and rushed downstairs excitedly, my friends close behind. I quickly
straightened out my clothes and adjusted my cap before I opened the
door. As I expected, Justin was standing there. He looked up at me and
smiled.
	"Hi, you ready?" he asked, showing his pearly white smile. He was
wearing a maroon sweater, and long black jeans. He too wore a baseball cap
backwards on his head, but his was white. He was standing at a strange
angle, with his right hand behind his back. I noticed it and smiled.
	"You've got something for me behind your back?" I asked. Justin got
an amazed look on his face.
	"How'd you know?" he asked, bringing his hand out from behind
him. I grinned so hard my mouth felt tired, but I couldn't stop.
	"They're beautiful," I smiled, taking the bouquet from him. It
consisted of twenty-four white roses surrounding a single red on in the
center, with baby's breath scattered throughout. I handed the flowers to
Melvin to put in a vase for me. He knew what I wanted, so he just took them
and went to my room.
	"Thanks so much," I said as I took Justin's outstretched hand. We
held hands until we got to his car (some red sports model. I have no
interest in cars) and he, being the gentleman that he is, opened the door
for me, before getting in himself.
	"So where are we gonna eat?" I asked as he started the car.
	"Well, I hope you don't mind a buffet," he said, smiling. "I didn't
know what sort of things you'd like to eat."
	"Buffets are fine," I smiled. "Just tell me when you want to leave
or I'll be there all night."
	Justin laughed, and drove off. We did not say much in the car, but
mostly listened to the radio. He brought me to some restaurant with a
buffet dinner, and we were given a table. We helped ourselves to the salad
bar, and enjoyed a wonderful dinner. We mostly joked around, and he asked
me about what sort of things I liked, and about the band and so on. And I
would ask him things like that too. It was pretty much uneventful in that
sense, but I enjoyed myself. At around my fifth round or so, we happened to
talk about celebrities that we have met before. I told him about meeting
him and the rest of Nsync, and also about how I knew Shimona. He enjoyed
her music a lot, and asked if he could have her autograph, which I said
should not be a problem at all, considering Reuben is her brother.
	"I bet you've met a lot of other celebrities," I said after I was
done.
	"Yeah," he replied. "Just yesterday, I met the princes of
England. Cool, huh?"
	"So? What do I care?" I smiled. "After all, I've got my own Prince
Charming sitting across from me."
	Justin smiled, blushing fiercely. I grinned at him, then continued
eating.
	"Do you always eat like that?" Justin asked, amazed.
	"Pretty much, yeah," I laughed. "How many rounds have I gone so
far?"
	"Way too many," Justin grinned. "I think I see a couple of worried
waiters around."
	"Okay, just let me finish the rest of this up, then we can go."
	I rushed through my food while Justin paid, then we left. We
decided to leave a huge tip to help the restaurant "recover losses" as
Justin put it. I swear I could see relief on the face of the head waiter as
we left. As soon as we got out, we burst into laughter.
	"Okay," Justin said, catching his breath. "How do you eat so much
and yet keep your shape?"
	"I have no idea," I said. "Maybe from fighting vampires?"
	"Speaking of which," Justin said, pointing. I followed his finger
and noticed a gang of about fifteen people wearing all black walking
towards us. If it were not for the fact that their faces were in demon
mode, they could have passed off as normal.
	"That's strange," I said. "Vampires aren't usually so common, or so
open."
	"Great, just great," Justin groaned. "So much for a romantic ending
for the evening."
	"I knew if we waited long enough, we'd catch some tasty people who
have just eaten," the leader of the vampires said, walking towards
us. "You've eaten, and now it's our turn."
	"Really?" I asked, exaggerating a shocked look. Justin just raised
an eyebrow. The vampires were not amused with my sarcasm. I took a step
towards them, then another.
	"Come on, bite me," I said, tilting my head and exposing my
neck. Many of the vampires began to drool, and one of them was about to
step forward when the leader held him back. He looked warily at me.
	"What kind of trick is this?" he asked.
	"Come now," I said. "If it was a trick, I wouldn't be telling you
what it was, would I?"
	He began to growl as he glared at me. Vampires have notably hot
tempers. He put his arm down, letting the other vampire go. The vampire
rushed at me, fangs bared, aiming for my neck. He tried to tackle me, but
went right through. I smirked.
	"Any others want to try their luck?" I taunted. The vampire got up,
then rushed at Justin.
	"Oh no," Justin said, trembling. He closed his eyes
desperately. The vampire ran straight into Justin's shield, and hit the
floor. Frustrated, he banged his fists on the invisible force that
seperated him from his prey. The vampire leader looked at us, then snarled.
	"We're obviously not going to be able to feed on you tonight," he
growled. He gave a signal, and all the vampires turned away and left.
	"That was close," I said. "I didn't bring a stake with me, we
couldn't have fought them."
	"Well, at least we didn't need to do some exercising right after we
ate, otherwise we'll be in pain," Justin shrugged, opening his eyes. "So
what do you want to do now?"
	"You wanna come over to my place?" I asked. "We've got a
Playstation. Gets rid of the extra adrenaline."
	"Sure," Justin smiled, walking over to his car. Once again, he
opened the car door for me before getting in, then we were off, back to the
place I called home.

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To be continued...

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Okay, just as a reference for you guys that you can read more about the
reception with the Princes in Chronicles of a Real Dark Knight, if you
haven't read it already. And check out Tales of a Young Mutant and Tales of
the Protectors too! I'll be checking out all the cool stories and putting
them at the top of the screen from chapter 3 onwards or so because there
are a lot of really nice stories out there that deserve to be read! :) Ciao
for now! :)