Well! Here we are! A new story in the midst of creation and I'm bringing, to you, the first chapter! YAY!! No prologue... well sorta... Here ya go! Sorry it's kinda short...

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom heart or Final fantasy... well... any of them.. so... don't sue...


"stones taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball"

Pale lips drew back, revealing glistening fangs as the raven haired man dipped his head low, tongue tasting the flesh before him. The skin was warm to the touch, fangs already moving in for the hidden pulse beneath the thin layer of muscle. Oh yes... humans were magnificent creatures.

Another quick taste and soon the fangs were plunging through the skin, deep into the artery they had sought out. Blood gushed from the open wound, pooling into the man's mouth. With a strangled cry, his victim went limp, her life being drained from her very being.

A click and curse brought the man from his feeding, his mouth opening and releasing his hold on the woman. A smirk formed as he turned and faced the new comer.

"I was wondering when you would get here..." the man purred, licking the blood from the corners of his mouth. His red eyes gazed back out at the world from long black hair, falling around his shoulders. With lithe fingers, he pulled the collar of his cape back up and around his mouth, hiding the fangs.

The man before him was slightly shorter, blond hair cut short and sky blue eyes narrowed in agitation. A cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth as a pair of goggles rested atop his head. A cross bow was held loosely in his hands as he blinked in shock.

"Vinny?" he voiced, sheer confusion tainting his voice. The taller smirked, nodding as he took a step closer.

"It's been a while... Cid..."

Zet mijn zwart rode rozen ... Alstublieft?

((Turn My Black Roses Red... please?))

1

Coughing, the brunet found himself being held securely within strong arms. It didn't fit. The last thing he could recall was being attacked by a silver haired... vampire? That was ridiculous. Vampires didn't exist... and neither did vampire hunters. Coughing a little harder, he doubled into himself slightly, curling up. He felt himself shift slightly and decided to chance a glance at his 'captor'.

Stormy grey eyes opened to look upon a rather pale... no, fair skinned man carrying him. Vibrant blue eyes, green swirling within, were glowing in the darkened night. A wolf earing, resembling the emblem of the Norse wolf, Fenrir, pierced through the skin of his left ear, most likely a remembrance to some incident in his life. Some memory the man refused to let go. His blond hair, spiking out in every direction, seemed to glow a dull silver as well as gold as the light reflected off the silken looking locks.

With a small groan, the brunet recognized the beginnings of a head ache forming. Just because he was an eighteen year old minor, didn't mean he hadn't a clue what alcohol did to you. He'd been smashed before. He knew the feeling of a hang over, and the pain in his head was about ten times worse. Most likely hearing the groan, the blond stopped and looked down at the teen, eyes calm and almost distant. It was then that Leon noticed the blood smeared across the blond's skin, marring his perfect complexion.

"You're awake..." he muttered softly. Leon winced, the pain in his head growing, but nodded all the same. "good..."

"Who..." Leon had to stop and swallow, his throat being dry and voice croaking out from his cracked lips. He felt like shit. "Who are you..?" The older man was silent for a bit before sighing and answering, continuing his walk with Leon in his arms.

"Cloud..." So his name was Cloud? Strange name... Leon mused to himself, trying to rid his head of the pounding pain in the back of his mind.

"Cloud! Where ya been!? You know the rules! No one goes anywhere with out a part...ner..." the new comer stopped, his black eyes blinking in shock before he turned his confused gaze on the blond. "Cloud?" he asked softly.

"The kid had the unfortunate fate of meeting Sephiroth... he's the only one that survived." Cloud finally responded, shrugging slightly to shift the near dead weight in his arms. "Zack... take him, please." Cloud added, sounding some what strained. The other must have noticed something Leon hadn't, the constriction and then dilating of Cloud's eyes, because he hurried over and lifted Leon from Cloud's arms.

The man called Zack had untamed black hair, slightly brushed back and yet looking windblown, sticking out in random areas. His black eyes were really more of a dark, deep violet that was shadowed perfectly to look black. He smiled down at the barely awake teen.

"So, what's your name, kid?" Leon blinked and managed to croak out his name once more, blood dripping in his throat from the cracked, sore, and dry walls.

"Zack, take him to Aerith. I'll be back in a bit... I have to pay a visit to Cid's..." Zack nodded and looked back down at Leon, smiling again.

"Come on, kid. Let's go get you cleaned up..."

Watching Zack carry Leon off, Cloud turned and made his way to the weaponist's 'abode' as the man called it. He could feel his fangs itching. Damn he'd wanted to just... no. he couldn't do that. He didn't need to do that. He'd lived among humans since he was born. But it was so hard... being a half-breed only made his control even weaker.


Arriving at the garage, Cloud knocked softly before entering. He glanced around only to find Cid no where to be found. Uttering a soft curse, he turned to leave when Shera walked out of the back room and grinned.

"Cloud! I'm guessing you came for the shot?" She asked, the blond nodding in reply. She giggled and motioned for him to take a seat.

"Where's Cid?" he asked softly, not recalling a time Cid would ever willingly leave his little hole. Shera glanced at the now sitting Konketsu and sighed, preparing the blood shot. This poor kid... no, man had been dealing with this hell his entire life.

"Out tracking down a lead... we've got a new Vamp in town..." she responded calmly, injecting the blood into Cloud's system and letting it slowly leave the needle.

"They let a mechanic go check on a lead?" Cloud asked, quirking a brow in amusement. Shera nodded, her brow furrowing.

"He heard the description of the Vampyre and volunteered. He seemed almost worried... or anxious?" she guessed shrugging slightly.


Cid took a step back, the cig slowly slipping from his mouth to the ground by his boots. There was no way he was really seeing who he thought he was seeing. The other man seemed to sense this and smirked slightly, the corners of his mouth drawing up ever so faintly. Crimson eyes smiled amused back at Cid's blue orbs, wide in shock.

"Vin...cent?" His gaze left the other's and flew to the dead girl, very little blood pooling around her lifeless form. The other followed his gaze and nodded.

"She wasn't human... Kyuuketsuki... like myself..." he purred, reassuring the blond. Cid looked back up at the other and swallowed hard.

"You're really here... aren't you?" The raven haired Pyre nodded, blinking slowly as well. "Why?" the mechanic choked out, crossbow lowering to his side.

"You're going to need my help... when Sephiroth decides to take back what's his..." Vincent purred softly, taking a few steps forward, his cloak swaying around his ankles. "That and... I missed you." he added, his gaze softening. Cid let his gaze lock with Vincent's and blinked.

"You're not lying... are you?" Cid asked, still not sure if the Pyre was lying or not. Vincent shook his head. In seconds, Cid was pressing his lips to Vincent's the cloak having been unhooked just enough to reach the other's mouth. Finally pulling back for the air his lungs were desperately begging for, Cid smiled softly at the raven haired man before him.

"I missed you too..."


"ZACK! STOP PESTERING THE POOR BOY!" Aerith yelled, smacking the other man across the back of his head and causing raven locks to sway slightly as he winced. Leon just watched in silent amusement. He sat on a small examination table, still slightly wounded but all in all, much better than before. His chocolate brown hair was still matted with blood, but he ignored that fact for now. Aerith was threatening him on pain of death that he wasn't to move from that spot until she announced he was well enough to leave. He complied with fervor. The thought of this woman getting angry at him was a scary thought.

When at first he'd met Aerith, she was kind, very timid almost. But once she had a task, her mind was focused and she was willing to take down any interference with her duties. She was definitely the mothering type.

"ow! Aerith! You hurt!" Zack whimpered, rubbing the growing bump on his head. Aerith crossed her arms, huffing slightly.

"suck it up." Leon chuckled at the woman's response and looked over at the door as it opened to reveal his blond haired savior... Cloud, was it? His blue and green eyes were slightly worried, yet they seemed almost lifeless. Leon blinked and nodded in greeting when he noticed those exotic eyes looking at him. Cloud just blinked and turned his gaze upon the bickering two. With a heavy sigh, the blond walked over and pulled Zack away from Aerith and shoved him into a chair.

"Can't I leave you two alone for once without an argument starting?" he asked monotone.

"No..." Came the childish response from both of them. He rolled his eyes and then looked back over at Leon.

"How's the kid?"

"He's healed... for now. Why?" Aerith asked, eying Cloud unsure of what he was going to do. Cloud looked at her over his shoulder.

"He's got a talk with Axel coming up in... five minutes..." Cloud responded, glancing at the clock. Aerith nodded.

"I see... well then! Go ahead! Get him into the system and bring him back unharmed!" the woman chimed, shoving them both from the room and slamming the door to return to her argument with Zack. Leon blinked and looked over at Cloud, slightly startled.

"Long story..." was his only answer.


Axel, to say the least, was an interesting sight. With his vibrant, wild, red hair spiking out behind him like a lion's mane, his laughing green eyes, and the small tattoos beneath his eye, he was the talk of his small corner of the world. Leon was slightly amused and yet, terrified of the man grinning before him.

He'd been locked in the same room as the nut case for almost an hour, answering the questions the other asked with slight hesitance and un-trust. He had to admit, he was slightly nervous at having Cloud leave him alone within that room, but he continued to repeat to himself that the man would be back. He had said something about new clothes before he'd left Leon to the wolves... so to speak.

Presently, he sat inches from the other, fully aware of the smell of blood. He was still coated in the crimson liquid and, quite frankly, he wasn't enjoying it all that much. Just as he was thinking of getting up and leaving the room, the door opened to reveal Cloud. The man glanced at Axel and nodded as the other silently quirked a brow. With a sigh, the red head allowed Leon to leave, recording the rest of his information and turning to a computer.

With a sigh of relief, Leon stretched slightly as he listened to the door close behind Cloud. After a few moments of silent and looking around the hall, Leon turned to look at his savior of three times now.

"Is he always that talkative?" He asked. He silently noted that he was speaking more than he normally would have. He usually tried to avoid almost all conversation and yet, with the silent blond around him, he felt the compelling need to fill that silence. The blond just looked over at him and shrugged.

"He likes meeting people... almost as much as he does fire... this way." He added, leading the brunette down the hall. They arrived at a small room, the door open and waiting to welcome Leon into it's damp warmth as the smell of lavender greeted him.

"Get cleaned up... there's a new change of clothing on the counter... they should fit you." Cloud muttered, turning to leave. "When you're done, just head to the cafeteria... you'll know you're there when you hear the noise." he added before leaving.

Leon watched him go before he walked into the room, closing the door behind him and glancing at the mirror only to feel disgusted with his appearance.

His storm grey eyes glared back at himself as he took in thee state of his clothes and body. His hair, a rich chocolate color and cut short but long enough to fall into his eyes, was matted with blood and possibly mud. A large, ugly scar ran across his nose, now marring the scratch less face with a horrid reminder of the earlier events. Sure he'd washed some of the blood off himself, but he was still coated in it. He cringed as he looked down at his clothing, the white t-shirt now a rust color from all the dried blood covering it. Tearing his gaze from the mirror, Leon sighed and went to clean himself up completely.

Once done, he got out, dried himself, and slipped on the black shirt he'd been given as well as a pair of dark jeans, a group of three or four belts accompanying it. He also found a nearby jacket, the black material almost soft to the touch. He slipped it on and slipped his feet into the pair of boots. Amazingly, the entire outfit fit him perfectly, as though it had been made just for his build.

He shook his head and picked up the last bit to his look. A small lion pendant hanging from a silver chain. He'd had it since his father had given it to him as a child. He smiled softly at the memory before sighing and slipping the chain around his neck. The feeling of the heavy silver against his neck and chest was a comforting one and he soon relaxed from a tension he hadn't realized was growing. With a small chuckle, he stepped out of the room and started to wander aimlessly down the halls. He'd find the cafeteria eventually... right?

Cloud looked up from the book he held, the pages well worn and loved. It was obvious he had read this book numerous times. The brunette he'd rescued stood before him, the noise of the cafeteria echoing out in the background. Raking his eyes discretely over the teen, Cloud noted that the choice in clothes had been a good one. He nodded to the spot beside him and the tray of food nearby.

"Sit... eat..." he stated simply. The teen seemed to hesitate before taking the offer and sitting down. Cloud knew he'd be hungry. It was only natural. He glanced at the teen's neck and felt his stomach turn. He'd been right... there they were, two small puncture wounds near the base of his neck. He silently pitied the poor boy, knowing his life was soon going to be ripped apart, chewed for all it was worth, and then spat back out again.

"Thank you..." Leon muttered softly, gaze studying Cloud with a silent curiosity. He noted that Cloud's gaze would occasionally flick back to his neck, the same spot every time, whenever he thought Leon wasn't looking. He sighed. "what's so interesting on my neck?" he finally asked. Cloud looked at him and remained silent for a bit before shrugging.

"Nothing you'd understand... yet..." The reply was soft, almost a whisper, but Leon was sure he'd heard it. Leon gave a small snort of amusement. This had to be some joke.

"What do you mean?" Once again, Cloud looked up at him, his green and blue eyes locking onto Leon's own stormy grey. It wasn't making sense.

"I mean, my young victim... that you're, technically, no longer living..." Cloud replied calmly, sounding slight weighed down with anger.

"What?" Leon asked once again. Cloud sighed, looking suddenly solemn and tired,

"You're a newly born vampire..." he whispered softly, almost sounding as if he were silently crying for Leon's soul.