Author's Note: I've wanted to do a fan fiction like this for a LONG time. Because let's face it; Kingdom Hearts is too goody-two-shoes.
Prologue
Kairi jolted awake. Crows flew from their perches in the dark, craggy branches of the shadowy trees outside her window. She crept out of her bed, shivering. She ran a hand through her long, crimson-colored hair. Her violet eyes stared ahead in a frightened manner, pupils dilated. Her delicate, pale hand reached for the well-crafted doorknob, slowly pulling the door open. Her feet padded against the cold wooden floors, cleaned earlier that day by herself and her mother. She could hear the howling wind rattling the windows, which did little to ease Kairi's frazzled nerves.
She edged towards her parent's room, careful not to wake them. The fear of the nightmare she'd had not moments earlier still reverberated throughout the recesses of her befuddled, sleep-ridden mind. In the nightmare, she'd only seen shadows, white against the black canvas of her dreamscape. The shadows had crept towards her, closer and closer, until…She shuddered at the memory of it, of the sensation of their intrusive tendrils creeping up her body.
Kairi heard a blood-curdling scream. She froze, eyes wide. She heard a commotion in the next room, snarling and the screams of her mother. She heard her father shooting at whatever was causing the commotion. The sound of the tearing of flesh came next. Kairi felt she might hurl. Stealthily, she inched towards her parent's room, bracing herself for he worst. However, even her mental preparation couldn't possibly steel her for what lay in her parent's room.
Blood painted the walls, dripped from the ceiling. Her parent's bodies were mutilated and strewn across the floor. Kairi covered her mouth, about to start sobbing. Movement to her left. She leapt for her father's shotgun, aiming at the intruder, who flinched. Kairi found herself staring at a tan, white-haired man wearing a black cloak.
"What is it, little girl?" he sneered down at her. Kairi gritted her teeth.
"You disgust me," she seethed, pulling the trigger. He smirked.
"Was that supposed to kill me?" Kairi's eyes were wide with apprehension, knowing exactly who was going to live and who was going to die in this grave situation. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for some kind of impact. However, that didn't happen. She heard a shout and a gunshot. She opened her eyes. The man who'd been previously taunting her fell to the ground at her feet, dead. A silver bullet was embedded in his back. Kairi looked up to see her savior, a white-haired boy wearing a blindfold, also clothed in a black cloak similar to her parents' killer.
Kairi dropped her gun, tears brimming in her eyes. He ran to her, helping her out of her parents' blood-drenched room as she sobbed. He held her for a moment, before she noticed his mouth open, revealing a pair of fangs. Kairi's eyes widened. This was going to be worse than being ripped apart by the dead murderer in her parents' room. She began to struggle against him, but he managed to hold her still without much difficulty.
"Hold still. It won't hurt too much," he whispered, "think of it not as an end, but as a new beginning." His fangs sunk into her neck and she screamed in agony, staring up at the ceiling. It was after that night that Kairi became a vampire, and a story that would be remembered for centuries began.