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This wasn't the first time that Storm had had to skip class due to hunger issues, and both he and the principal knew this. He was going to get a detention, which to him, seemed to be the stupidest punishment to be given to him, because after a long day without any available source of blood, he's going to be almost ravenous, and in a room full of people who are full of his crimson necessity, he's likely just to get into more trouble.

But that's what the principal did anyway, which was to be expected, seeing as it wasn't common knowledge that Storm was a vampire, and so he just thought that Storm was skipping class for some other reason.

Once the detention had been issued Storm was allowed to start making his way home, he took the long way through the park to see if he had any chance of getting a swift meal before he started his homework. As he was walking he noticed a figure walking in the opposite direction to him.
"jackpot" Storm thought, his pupils dilating at the concept of fresh blood.

(Yknow what, I'll bite.)

Rude had been having a less than stellar day. First, he found out that the dry cleaners had shrunk his suit. Then, he found out this town doesn't take gil as a form of currency. Finally, he totally tripped over a tree root and broke his shades. Even though he immediately whipped out a new pair, this day was turning into a real big suck-fest.

He was walking down the street, trying to clear his head, when he saw a park. It instantly reminded him of the park back in Sector 5, so he decided to divert his route. This park was much greener and nicer than the one he grew up with. He sighed a sigh of content as he started to pass a teenager.

(Nice pun there.)

Storm watched the stranger pass and waited a few moments before turning round, beginning to follow him. As he walked, he closed his eyes and sniffed the air. The scent of the man's blood was strong, and from such deducted that he was someone who exercised a lot, or whose job required his pulse to be raised a lot. Looking at the man, he thought it may well be a combination of the two,
and as such, was having second thoughts about trying to feat on him.

He frowned, shook his head from side to side to try and dispel the doubts in his head. He continued walking and relished the smell of fresh meat. "You better taste good." He chuckled under his breath.

(Thanks)

Rude had a few more things to do today before getting back to the motel. He had struck up a deal with the owner of the place: if Rude did some cleaning up around the place, he could stay. -Hmm...next stop, the...- His gut blared an alarm at him and he looked around behind his shades. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so he waved the feeling away. Today...well, today was gonna change.

Storm picked up the pace so that he was right behind the man, he closed his eyes again for a short period of time, taking in once more the smell of blood that was so strong to him. He reached out to put the man in a headlock so that he could incapacitate the man to get a long enough bite to satiate his thirst.

Rude felt something tighten around his neck, and his legs reacted before his mind could get a grasp on the situation. He immediatly dropped and forced himself back, landing on someone with all his weight. And Rude wasn't a light guy either, so whatever got trapped underneath was gonna be hurting.

He rolled over and stood to look down at whomever tried to grab him. He made a small gasp of surprise.

Storm coughed as the man fell on top of him, and regretted not taking on his second instinct. He looked up at the man to see him look shocked down at him.

"What you so surprised about?" He asked, his voice a little weaker than before due to the impact of a man heavier than himself.

The way this boy had tightened around Rude's neck, he expected his assailant to be much taller and stronger. This...kid...there was something strange about him. Rude picked up the boy and set him back down on his feet. "Why."

"I'm hungry." Storm said calmly, smiling so that his sharp canines showed. "Now I asked my question first, so answer." He stepped a few steps back, so he could either fight or run depending on how the next few moments would play out.

Rude looked at the boy. "You're strength." Rude's eyes were scanning the boy, looking him over behind his shades, but nothing about him seemed different. Then, it hit him. Why would this boy try to attack him if the boy was hungry? Unless...

Rude took a step back. If this boy was what Rude thought he was, he was going to need a bit of manuvering room.