Prologue

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The cold wind made his cheeks flush a color that rivaled a cheep rose. A simple splashing sound of wet concrete did not phase him, not like the wet slush in his shoes and socks.

Lance, tall young brunette, did not mind the rain. He liked the rain. It was a calming thing for him. He didn't know why. The brunette never knew what it was about the falling wet droplets from the sky that made him so fascinated.

A clap of thunder made him walk faster. Lightning flashed tall above the New York sky and loud thunder rumbled after it. Lance quickened his pace to a small jog.

The worse part about the rain was drying off. Lance shook his hair out once he got into the apartment complex. He gripped his keys like a life line before walking up the one flight of stairs to his apartment room.

The warm feeling of heating buried into him like a puppy or small child hiding in a fluffy blanket. He unlocked the door and stepped in, careful not to track any mud or water in the house.

"Babe, I'm home!" He shouted. Lance undressed to his pants and shirt, throwing away the wet outer clothes in the laundry to be done later.

"Hey!" Replied a voice from farther into the home. Lance smiled at the lack of words from his partner. He couldn't help but chuckle at him.

"How's my Hippo Baby?" Asked the vampire to his loved one who sat on the couch in the small gray and blue living room that they had made together when they moved in.

"Don't call me that." Grumbled Keith with a pout on his face. "You know I don't like it when you call me that."

Lance rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Have you had dinner?" He asked. Keith shook his head no. The black mop of hair swayed with his head making him look like a majestic lion.

"Well, I ordered pizza on the way over. It should be here soon." Lance said. Keith nodded his head. The brunette couldn't help but notice how much Keith had changed over the years. Not only the years they were apart but the years they have been together.

Not everyone has been through what they have. Seriously. But Lance was grateful he had Keith by his side. He couldn't imagine going through life with out him. Because he knew what life would be like without. He'd gone through hell...

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