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=Fifty years from current canon, there is no Innocence, no Earl or Akuma, no clear victor. It all simply vanished.
=Physically 18

Allen Walker
=Born of James and Liah Walker, and a completely normal left arm and eye. (1935)
=Lived with his grandfather, Mana Walker, after his parents' death when he was an infant.
=Allen lost Mana, to cancer this time.
=He was sent to live with Marian Cross, his godfather.
=Became a pianist with an ear for music and played at several lounges and dance halls.
=Great at cards for an eighteen year old.
=Very well liked by those at University.

One evening
=Allen was jumped by a group of thugs, robbed and stabbed by the riverside.
=A vampire drawn in from the blood spilling out, gave Allen an offer, turn or die.
=Delirious from the blood loss, Allen nodded, and was force fed the vampire's blood.
=The vampire took Allen with him on his travels, teaching him the ways and rules.
=He regretted not being able to do the same for one of his first 'children'.

Two years later
=Allen stayed with his sire until the man was found out and burned.
=He stays away from humans and their blood, preferring livestock for personal reasons.
=Is a little more sadistic than normal Allens, mostly from the small part of insanity that comes with being a vampire.

Currently the year is 1973, the story-updates are in the comments.

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Title Too Hard to Resist
Rating PG-13 (mentions of sex)
Universe Vampire-verse
Character(s) Allen Walker (bloodyscore) and Neah
Word Count 1,489
Warning/Notes Part one of an update, three years in the future. (1955 -> 1958)

The music drew him in, it always did. Perhaps it was one of his downfalls as a vampire but he couldn't ignore the beautiful sounds of a piano playing in the stillness of the night. It was soft and luring, almost begging Allen to come and listen to it with a front row seat. Drawing closer he found that the sound didn't increase as it normally did to that painful level where he could no longer stand the sound. Instead it slowly decreased with his footsteps as if whomever was playing knew what kind of audience was on its way. The slow and sad song was familiar and yet he could honestly say that he had never heard the piece before.

Allen followed it to an abandoned warehouse deep in the old part of the city, a part of the city that he had not been in, not even to hunt. The huge double doors meant to let at least two semis in at the same time were closed, but there was a window slightly open, for air or just forgotten but it didn't matter. The sounds of playing were drifting out from it and continued to beckon Allen closer, so closer he went. It wasn't hard to climb in through the window and the darkness of the abandoned office didn't bother him as he used his vampire skills to remain silent, weaving his way through the boxes and desks covered with a thick coat of dust.

Out of the office he wandered, past machines no longer in use, parts and papers scattered on the floor, between racks of product in various stages of production. Closer and closer to the center of the warehouse he got, wariness growing with each step until finally he took to the braces up along the ceiling that held the powerful lights that used to light up the whole floor. He could see one of the lights still in use up ahead, a white piano standing by itself in the gloom, an upright with a slightly older man behind the keys. He was smiling, that much Allen could tell as he got closer, his brown hair somewhat disheveled and his overcoat a little frayed with time. On and on he played, making the song a round that never seemed to end.

At least it didn't until Allen was on the beam right above the circle of light, watching every movement as the man below brought the familiar song to a close. Then he tilted his head back and smiled up into the darknes, at Allen, "I've been waiting for you to show up. I was beginning to think you weren't going to come."

He frowned in the darkness provided by the warehouse and his cloak, listening and smelling hard. There was no falsehood in his voice, no tell tale signs from his body that he was lying, but there also wasn't any way for this man below to tell that Allen was there. He wasn't a vampire, just a human, with a rather odd smell about him that was also so achingly familiar. Musical, if one could call it a scent, everything that Allen associated with pianos and a hint of raspberries. "Won't you come down and join me for tea, Allen?"

The voice jerked him back to the present, "How do you know my name? Or that I was here?" He was wary now, straining his senses for any kind of danger in the area. Someone that was lurking to finish him off and thinking that they could stay hidden.

"I'm a friend of your godfather's you might say," the man smiled - no sign of a lie, "As for knowing you were there... Well, we both know that appearances aren't always what they seem, don't we?" He chuckled and stood, "The tea will grow cold if you don't hurry."

Another light flicked on a few beams away, illuminating a white table with two chairs and a full tea set spread out on the white linens. Allen shifted uneasily on his feet, wondering if any of this was safe, "I promise I won't harm you, Allen. I just want to talk." So far it was nothing but the truth and he had asked politely. A moment was all it took for Allen to drop from the beam over fifty feet above, landing quietly on the floor. The man smiled more and moved through the darkness, gesturing for Allen to follow, "I probably should introduce myself, my name is Neah. I've been waiting quite a while to meet you."

Allen slowly followed him, waiting for the older man to sit before doing so himself, still tightly wound and waiting for the trap that wasn't there to spring. "Waiting for me? But why?"

He chuckled at his words, "Who wouldn't want to meet a vampire and live to tell the tale?" With practiced ease he poured two cups of tea, offering Allen one of them, the vampire took it out of politeness but did not drink. "But honestly I was wondering if I might ask a favor of you."

"...What kind of favor?"

"I'm sure your master taught you about the memories that you can recieve through blood, correct?" Neah sipped at his own tea - no sugar, just cream - while Allen nodded warily, "I'm going to die soon, not from anything that you might catch, but there are a few memories that I wish to live on. It is my hope that you will carry these for me, there are some things that the world should not forget."

He thought over this quietly, drinking this person's blood would result in something that he hated. It wasn't that he thought Neah was unattractive, he was very handsome, but... "How will I get the memories you want to live on?" A pause and then quickly, "Not that I'm agreeing just yet! Because I'm not. This isn't something I take lightly."

Neah chuckled again and leaned back in his chair, hands clasped and over his knee, "It's quite simple actually, all I do is think about the memories I want to pass on as you feed from me. But I do wish to know why the hesitation to agree, I would think that any vampire would jump on the chance of a meal that wouldn't run." Allen flushed as much as he could with as little blood as there was in his system and looked away, "I can tell you're not eating as much as you should, Allen. This would benefit not only me but you as well."

"Why not just tell me the memories?"

"Even for you it would fade with time, my dear boy, but if it was planted within your mind..." He trailed off, looking thoughtful, "It would be something you wouldn't ever forget."

"I just have one problem with this, Mr. Neah."

He looked at Allen curiously, "Please continue, and just call me Neah."

Allen nodded and fidgeted slightly, fingers running along the porcelain as he thought on how to say this best, "When I feed, well...afterward actually... I-I have a problem," he glanced up at Neah, surprised to see that he was still interested in all this, "For my kind feeding is wrapped around the pleasure center in the mind and for me it's more extreme than I like. I tend to need to have sex right after."

Neah's eyes widened a little bit but he smiled at Allen, who fully lifted his head to look at the older man. "That's no problem at all, Allen. I don't mind the idea of having sex with you, especially since you'd be doing a favor for me with the memories. You'd get a meal and be taken care of all in the same sitting."

Allen flushed again and set the tea cup down on the table, the china rattling softly. "Y-you can't meant that..."

"Oh, but I do. Though I have one condition if you do end up agreeing to this favor of mine. Do we have a deal?" He paused in his chair, watching Neah for any sign - once again - of a falsehood and there still wasn't one to be found. He was either a very skilled liar or he was telling the truth. Allen's stomach rumbled softly so only he could hear at the thought of a full and normal meal, even his eyes were beginning to shift. It seemed as if his body was making the choice for him no matter what and Neah smiled as he caught a glimpse of the tell tale blood lust in Allen's eyes. "Shake on it shall we?" He held out his hand.

"Only if it's in a place where no sunlight can reach me, Neah." Allen reached across the table and shook his hand.

"It will be, Allen, on that you have my promise. Though this might take a few nights, are you up to it?"

He nodded, "What's the condition?"

Neah smiled and let his head tilt to the side, "I don't bottom is all."

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Title More Than a One-Night Stand
Rating STRONG PG-13 (sex, blood)
Universe Vampire-verse
Character(s) Allen Walker (bloodyscore) and Neah
Word Count 1,215
Warning/Notes Part two of update, nothing graphic but alludes to sex.

"You're sure you still want to do this, Neah?" Allen crawled up on the bed beside the older man, their bare bodies just barely touching as he settled down. It was the first night, almost five since their talk in the warehouse though they had met every night to arrange things around the young vampire's hunting.

"Would we have gotten this far if I wasn't sure?" Neah smiled at him reassuringly and lightly stroked Allen's hair, who leaned into the brief touch before Neah pulled his hand away to slick it up with oil for after the feeding. "Though we certainly don't have to start right away, either. Come here."

He felt a hand on his waist, pulling him so that Allen was now straddling the older man. "There now, this is much easier, don't you think?"

Allen flushed a little, determined to keep his weight off of Neah, "Is it necessary?"

Neah hummed thoughtfully, "Like I said, Allen. It's easier for doing what I need to while you're feeding. That way we can jump right into things." He chuckled as Allen blushed more and finally let his weight settle.

"If you're sure..." Another hum and Neah brought his clean hand up behind Allen's head, lightly tugging the vampire down so that their noses were almost touching.

"I am very sure, Allen. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were delaying things." Flustered and plans exposed Allen tried to deny this but was actually caught off guard for once as Neah tugged him the rest of the way in, kissing him hard. Allen gasped without needing to, the reaction to the sudden kiss still so programmed in his mind, but he slowly caught up to it all. At least until Neah ran his tongue over one of Allen's fangs, Allen growled and shivered hard, pushing into the kiss in a renewed frenzy. He barely heard Neah chuckle or felt the hand slick with oil slide over his butt, but he did catch the way Neah's heart sped up. And it made his teeth ache to the point he couldn't stand it, knowing that he was allowed to feed without worry, his restraint was only so strong.

Allen pulled away from the kiss, hearing Neah's lungs fill with fresh air and for a brief moment felt bad for forgetting that his partner was only human, then the urge to feed swept over him again and Allen didn't care. Nose pressed against Neah's throat he sought out a good and strong vein while the other tilted his head back to give him room. It only took a few seconds to lick the place that he had found, numbing it from the pain that was about to come and then his teeth sank in. Neah gasped above him, probably from the pressure, all Allen was concentrating on was the blood pouring down his throat - warm and so delicious, the best he had had since turning - and Neah's heartbeat. It was still pounding and both the blood and his heart distracted the vampire from a pressure at his back, yet his body reacted for him, a groan and he squirmed, careful not to move his head from Neah's neck.

All too soon he heard signs of the body slowing down and reluctantly pulled away, closing the marks with a few more licks, it was the least he could do for Neah, that much restraint he had now. There was something different about the older man's blood that didn't quite taste the same as a normal human's might, perhaps it was whatever was killing him, Allen didn't know. Didn't care at the moment. He was hot and wanted a release of a different kind so he didn't fight it at all when Neah rolled over, flipping their positions with another kiss.

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For almost two weeks the arrangement between the two of them continued, it was the longest Allen had stayed in any place without his sire by his side. During the daylight hours he lay in one of the window offices on the bed he had helped Neah bring in, covered in the blankets for added protection. Sleepily he knew that Neah didn't go far himself, resting and regaining his strength somewhere else in the warehouse. Losing so much blood every other night wasn't healthy for anyone, but Allen knew that the other's remaining time was short and did not say no when Neah walked into Allen's room.

During the nights when there was just rest the two would share stories, things they had heard or experienced. Or it was piano lessons, Neah teaching Allen that familiar little tune that had brought them together. As time went on the vampire felt a sort of kinship growing with Neah, they had both lost their families at an early age, barely remembering them. But it all came to an end just as their third week with the arrangement began.

"Tonight's the end, Allen," Neah spoke softly as he threaded his fingers through the white strands of the vampire's hair. Stomach full Allen opened his eyes, the gold in them so pale it was almost yellow, just giving the older man a confused noise through the haze of sleep that was beginning to overcome him with the dawn. Neah chuckled and leaned back against the pillow, "I'll be gone by next week I'm sure and my memories are all passed onto you. I would stick around until the end but..." He trailed off, looking at the wall shrouded in darkness.

"You don't want me to see you die, I know..." Allen sleepily pulled himself up, wrapping his arms around Neah, head settling on his shoulder. "Stay with me today?" Neah nodded and turned his head toward Allen, smiling just as he had all this time.

"I'm glad I got to find you before it was time for me to go. Sleep now." As if it were a command the vampire's eyes fell, heavy already with sleep.

Dawn had come, followed by the morning, high noon, afternoon, dusk...

Yet when Allen opened his eyes the bed that had been warm in the morning was now long cold, he was covered head to toe with blankets to shield him from the sun. But Neah was gone, gone from the warehouse, gone from the abandoned area. Allen slowly got dressed, feeling rather put out by it all, and made his way to the upright piano.

There on the bench was a little round ball, gold in color, and as he got closer he could tell it had a lion's tail and wings, a cross design on the face. It was sitting on a letter and actually moved off by itself when Allen made to pick it up. He stared a moment longer at the golden thing and then picked up the letter from Neah.

"...something came up and I had to leave... I'm sorry, Allen... ...I wanted to give you Timcanpy before I left... ...Take care of each other..."

Allen crumpled up the letter and looked down at the ball - no, a golem - and smiled weakly. "Hello Timcanpy, I'm Allen."

Tim flew up into the air and landed on Allen's shoulder, rubbing his body against the vampire's cheek in greeting. Allen laughed and lightly petted Tim on what he supposed was the golem's head, "Nice to meet you too."

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Title Just a Little Bit Crazier
Rating PG
Universe Vampire-verse
Character(s) Allen Walker (bloodyscore)
Word Count 1,216
Warning/Notes Fourteenth's awakening.

Allen growled softly and pressed himself against the wall under the window tightly, his skin in various stages of the healing process from previous burns from the staff dragging him out in the light for “fun” to watch him burn. Yet night after night he healed but forced himself to stay awake during the daylight hours to fight against them, to fight against the countless drugs they tried to pump into his system to “cure” him. He considered himself lucky enough that they gave him blood to drink at all - though it was often blood bag and made him sick - and left him alone during the night except for shining a flashlight in his padded room.

The sun was just setting now and he relaxed with a soft whine against the cushioned wall, eyes closing only to flash open again when sleep tried to overcome him. He couldn’t sleep, not even during the night when he had a short reprieve, because then he would awake and shove his consciousness upon Allen’s own. Allen wasn’t sure who it was, what it was, but he knew where it had come from, which one of his meals, Neah. Allen growled again and banged his head back against the wall, tugging lightly at the straight-jacket meant to hold him in.

He had ripped the first few ones they had put on him until they threatened to shove him out into a courtyard at high noon and so now he just put up with the binding cloth. But oh how he would love to just rip the coat off and feed off of them, something they picked up on because the next few shifts came in growing numbers for safety. First three, then five, now the numbers were up to eight, he could perhaps get to one before he would be shoved down and bound in what they thought would trap a vampire. So far they hadn’t figured out that silver was the only way to do so and he hoped that they never did.

His thoughts had lulled Allen into a light doze and the extreme pain began before he could force himself awake enough to escape it. It was what had gotten the vampire captured in the first place, the excruciating pain that made him yell bloody murder. His yells filled the room and echoed down the hallways loudly, awaking and setting off other inmates on their own screams, but the vampire’s screams were always the worst. It felt as if electricity was being shoved through his body by needles piercing him all over, overtaking even a vampire’s warped sense of pain. He couldn’t help it this time, he had to get out of the straight jacket.

The sound of fabric ripping filled the air and with it the scent of blood, Allen’s eyes were already blood red but not from hunger, it was from the anger and the pain of everything. His hands went up to his head, feeling the slick and familiar liquid coating his forehead, slipping down the front of his face. Still he screamed, the needles of pain now concentrated up in his head and in his mind, an endless scream that needed no breath of air. Yet finally he cut off in a sob after at least twenty minutes, the staff too busy with the other inmates to worry about the pain-wracked “vampire” that wasn’t going anywhere.

By now night had fallen and it was safe for his kind to wander about, his mind cleared long enough to even entertain the thought of escape. A thought that jerked his head up, hair curling slightly from the sweat of his pain and yelling, Allen jerked his hands free and eyes raced about the room, coming to rest first on the door where the sounds of his keepers were getting closer and then to the window leading to the outside. It was bullet proof, as much as it could be in the sixties, and reinforced with iron bars, yet there was enough of a ledge for him to stand on while he broke the window. What did he care of injuries?

Allen moved, to the opposite wall, he wasn’t quite sure of his remaining strength and wanted to make the most of what he could. The nurses were a few rooms away now and getting closer with each inmate they calmed down, he wouldn’t have much time if they heard the glass breaking. He ran, jumped and caught his fingers against the window frame, hugging the small space with his cheek pressed against the glass. It was cold outside and it felt good against his fevered skin, but not to be distracted the vampire quickly looked over the remaining obstacles in his way once he got past the glass and bars.

Nothing.

He grinned, a grin that didn’t quite feel like his own, it felt a little more sinister, a little more crazy. Allen noticed his shadow a moment later, a figure cloaked in black staring back at him with a grin that matched. Perhaps he had been there way too long. Allen shook his head to clear it, spattering blood drops everywhere. He was lucky these people believed that the bite itself made one a vampire and not partaking of his blood, the splatters would just be cleaned up. Torn straight jacket wrapped around his hands Allen punched at the bullet proof glass, cracking it easily and then shattering it with a second, the sound set off more inmates yet alerted the nurses as to what he was doing. They yelled and raced toward his cell, rushing foolishly to try and unlock all of the locks set in place to keep him in.

A laugh and Allen quickly got to work against the iron bars, bending them out of place until there was enough room for him to squeeze out of, his hands were bleeding by the end of it all but Allen was free for the first time in over a year. He stood for a moment outside the window on an equally small ledge as there was on the inside with his eyes closed, reveling in the feeling of the wind against his skin. The sounds of success at getting the door open behind him alerted Allen that it was time to move and so he moved. Jumping down to the ground Allen took off at top speed, moving quicker than even the cameras could catch him toward the gates.

Jumping he then made it over the gates with little trouble, racing on into the night. Free.
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Months later Allen had taken to avoiding his reflection in mirrors and windows, avoiding sleeping until exhaustion finally crept over him in the daylight hours. Anything to avoid seeing the figure that had begun to haunt him ever since that night at the asylum, the search for him had long been given up after Allen tossed the bloodied fabric down a cliff to a raging river filled with jagged rocks. But now even his precautions were not enough, his waking hours were filled with conversations with an inner voice that only he could hear. It sounded eerily like Neah’s voice, a thought that comforted and alarmed the vampire.

”You can’t avoid me for much longer, Allen. But I can wait as long as I need to.”

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1968 - Trapped because of Neah trying to take over, in the asylum being tortured by the guards for fun, etc. Ignoring the bulk of a written update from before.

1973 - Essentially Allen will have spent five years in the asylum, five very long years. Cross hears of this and uses his political favors owed to get his godson out. Cross is visibly older and knows about Neah. He gives Allen something that Mana had made to protect him should he run into any kind of supernatural trouble, it's an earring (ie the orb earring) which was blessed by a supernatural shaman. Actually a piece of Innocence that was left behind.

Neah is not cool with this (of course) and comes out enough to tug the earring off and crushes it in Allen's left hand. The glass cuts and the dust is breathed in. The pain that Allen goes through next is worse than what it was when he turned and he blacks out, waking up covered in a fluffy, black cloak and a blackened arm.

No sword or claw, just cloak, mask, and belts. It wraps around Allen as he sleeps (protection from the sun is a plus) and if Neah tries to move him or take over the belts stop Allen's body from moving. But it's presence also has Neah under mental chains so that body-puppetry is only for the if.