Authors note: Oh my...this is actually longer than one page! Well, I do hope you enjoy!
Sun shone brilliantly upon the small island, drowning it inside its brilliantly lit magenta glow. Each small shop seemed to be bustling with life. In all the years, Radiant Garden has hardly ever seen sunshine quite like this one and to the townsfolk, this was a good omen. No one knew exactly why this was a good omen, it was just planted there as if someone had purposely placed it inside every ones mind. Children who always wanted to get their grubby hands on everything always stole seashells danced along what was known as an excuse for a beach, yet these shells. A lone boy sat down on this beach, not moving towards the sea nor attempting to pick up any seashells. You see this boy wasn't exactly normal.
Pushing his sandy blonde hair to one side, Roxas looked out towards the oceans thinking about only one thing that was possible for him to think about right now. Throwing a pebble out towards the sea, he watched as the smooth piece of rock hit the surface of the pure aquamarine seas. Running his tongue over his abnormally long canines, he sighed as he managed to run over what had actually happened to him. It was his entire fault, that Xemnas. I knew that I never should have gone with him, said yes to what he demanded from me, he thought as a sad smile crossed his perfect face, looking beautiful to the passers-by. The invisible wings on his back were folded in, his innocence of being only a whole human being torn from him by a terrible mistake he had made.
The word dhampir floated around his mind freely as if it had the right to do so. The sun was finally beginning to set now. Soon one of them would come looking for him, the ones who always seemed to dress in black robes. Roxas had questioned Xemnas about his strange garb that night but the silver haired vampire gave him no answer that would simply satisfy him. Pulling his knees to closer to him, he let out another sigh as the burning orb in the sky finally settled over the land, leaving the small town of Radiant Garden to be completely basked into darkness as the creeping tendrils of night took over the perfectly clear sky. The shops were finally beginning to close for the night and this made the mood of his current position feel much better than what it was in the daytime.
A shuffle came from one of the rooftops, followed by another and another. It was them, he knew it was! Pushing himself slowly to his feet, the hairs upon his neck stood on end as their creepy laughter reached his ears. The laughter itself was impossible for any mortal to hear, mainly because that was the laughter they always used when they were hunting out their prey. Taking one look at the roofs that he could see, it took a while for his eyes to properly adjust to the dark, yet when they did, he realised how much better his eyesight was at night than what it was in the day. He could easily spot the dark robes against the light of the moon, each of them pulling back their hoods to reveal their faces, to let him know that they were watching him.
Not taking any chances, he set off away from the beach, running as fast as he could had also been improved thanks to the blue blood that now flew so freely inside each vein and artery in his body. He felt incredibly hungry yet he made no attempt to taste food at this time. Sea salt Ice cream tasted like acid to him now. That was the only thing he really liked when he could taste food. It was his favourite. The creepy laughter began to follow him as the swift shuffling of feet simply told him that they were following him. He continued running though the deserted streets, not quite realizing where he was going until he ran smack into something that felt completely solid, causing him to fall onto the floor.
"Ugh…" Everything hurt, even the most unnatural places, yet that didn't matter to him right now. Looking up at what he had ran into, his mouth nearly ran agape as he looked straight up into the cold, lifeless eyes of Xemnas.
"You've caused us quite a bit of a stir haven't you Roxas?" When Roxas didn't answer his question, a cruel smirk grew upon his cold, emotionless face. This wasn't the Xemnas that Roxas knew. Once, Xemnas was someone who always helped him out whenever he was in trouble with his teachers or with the bullies at school. After all, Xemnas had been his foster father, taking him in when no one wanted him.
That person was gone now, possibly destroyed by the monstrosity that Roxas saw in front of him. He felt paralysed to move, even when the monster held out a hand to him, looking rock hard to the touch. His mind willed him to move on yet his body became selfish, refused to listen to what his mind was telling him. The smirk grew even more upon his horrid features, revealing the abnormally large canines underneath the folds of flesh that was peeled back grotesquely to frighten him? Maybe, but Roxas was already paralysed in fear. Someone grabbed both of his arms and yanked him up into a standing position. He turned to look at the person who picked him up but the cold hand of Xemnas stopped him.
The daytime had passed by quickly which was unusual to someone like him since he always found that daytime always dragged by when he was eagerly waiting for the sun to set. A vampire by birth, Axel knew nothing of the wonders of being human except for if he chose to stalk out a particular beauty, allowing his stomach to become even more hungry until it was at the point where the growls became begs. He was a natural when it came to seducing someone and his charms always worked on his victims, his mind taking in pleasure as he would place a slow, sensual kiss upon their fleshy lips before sinking his fangs into the nape of their neck. The taste of orgasmic bliss would always linger within the blood and that was what he preferred to taste when he was feasting, it always gave the blood flavour.
He hardly had any sleep. In truth, this was the only time he had a full session of sleeping blissfully, allowing his undead body to become like that of a corpse as he slept through the times of the day, allowing the burning goddess within the sky to finally rest before the lunar goddess called to him with her viciously tempting pleas. However, it wasn't the light of the moon that woke him from his death-like rest. His senses had tipped him off to more of his kind approaching, which simply meant one thing to him: trouble! Knowing of their plans to change the boy that they called "Roxas" for quite a while now, he immediately knew why they were approaching this area after a long time of nothing but a death-like slumber within the darkness of their own castle – one that not even foolish fledglings were that stupid to walk into.
Pushing himself off of the small bed within the corner of the lifeless room that he had hollered up in for the night after fleeing from his current abode due to the wraith of the king himself, Xemnas, someone he shouldn't have trusted, he managed to push his groggy body into the folds of the torn robe before shaking himself up by jumping out of the window. It didn't take long for his senses to catch onto the group of vampires that seemed to be chasing the running dhampir that was known only to him as the subject "Roxas". Carefully following the shuffling of his kind from the ground, he didn't bother to put his hood up, saw no need of it. It was easy for someone like him to catch up to them but when he did get there it wasn't the fact that the king himself, Xemnas nearly had the boy within his thrall, it was the fact that Axel actually knew the boy, had met him long ago before he was turned into a creature of the night.
One of them caught onto his scent. He could tell because a blonde vampire known to him only by the name of Vexen turned to where he was standing, hissing spastically as he lunged towards Axel, aiming to strike at his throat with his particularly vicious looking claws. Grabbing hold of the vampires right arm, he grinned as he felt the bone pop, causing the vampire to scream before he was finally silenced by a sharp pair of claws that had been shoved quite forcefully into the vampires chest cavity where his heart was meant to be. Many of the others became alerted by the screams and each met the same end as the blonde who was slowly withering away beside the blood soaked Axel. Xemnas didn't seem that much fazed by the intrusion. In fact he disappeared into thin air, dropping the boy onto the floor as he did so.
Roxas had become confused by the way Xemnas behaved. Hitting the floor hard once more, he yelped a little as he became slightly winded, gasping for breath. Someone helped him to his feet, yet it was so dark that it seemed impossible for Roxas to actually see who had helped him. All he could manage to make out was a dark robe, just like what the vampires actually wore. Is this another trick? He thought as he seemed to stare at the person who had saved his life.
"No…not a trick, Roxas!" The stranger seemed to say as if he could read his mind. Roxas jumped back a little as he heard his name being spoken by someone that he was sure that he didn't actually give too.
"Hey, how do you know my name?" The stranger seemed to shuffle slightly before actually pulling down his robe to reveal a striking mane of pure fiery crimson that seemed to be spike out at odd ends.
Two strikingly light blue irises gazed back into his darker ones, probing them for any possible lies that may come up. For a male, Roxas couldn't get over how strikingly beautiful he was.
"Well can't you tell by my unhealthy appearance?" When Roxas seemed to look back at him as if he was from another planet, the stranger sighed before holding upon his claws already caked with blue blood from the vampires that he had slain. Roxas gasped a little before backing away a slight bit from the stranger. "Hey look, kid I'm not going to hurt you okay?"
Roxas stopped. The last time he listened to a vampire, he had been turned into something that was unhealthy, a being that didn't fit in amongst humans or vampires. Yet as the stranger continued to say things to try and reassure him that everything was going to be okay, there was one thing that he knew that the stranger was leaving out. His own name.
"Look, the name is Axel." Roxas was shocked by how the name seemed to slip off of the strangers tongue as if he despised it. "Look kid, I know that your new to the blood, so you can either except my guidance or not, okay?" Roxas thought this over, after all, he knew that he didn't actually have someone who could help him.
He knew nothing about being a dhampir and when he accepted Axel's offer, he honestly thought that everything was going to be okay but he didn't quite realise how wrong he was.
Authors note: Should I continue?
