My first Kingdom Hearts Fan fic ^_^
I might have a little trouble pinning the character personalities at first but stay with me people!
I do not own Kingdom Hearts n_n


Sunlight poured through my window, laminating my dark room with bright rays and making me groan and roll over; kicking the already mattered sheets farther down my bed and making my blanket fall to the messy floor. I grabbed one of the many pillows littering my bed and hugged it, yawning again.

I sat up, running a hand trough my bed-head and stretched big before standing and walking into my bathroom. I had to squint my eyes as I flipped the light on, until I was able to adjust to the brightness and look at myself in the mirror.

My name is Sora, Sora Strife. Strife isn't my real last name, but it works until I have to change it again. I do that a lot…well at least every twenty years, that way people don't get suspicious. See, I'm a vampire; and if I stay in one place to long, someone might get curious about my past…and that's a problem because my past has a lot of holes. Really, I was born in 1940 and died in 1955. All together I am seventy-one years old, which is young to most vampires. My birth certificate says I was born in 1988 on the 21st of November, that I grew up in an orphanage with no name, and that I'm twenty-three years old. I could have been fifteen instead of twenty-three, but then it would be illegal for me to drink alcohol... and boy do i love alcohol.

Looking into the mirror, I studying myself; I looked around fifteen with brown hair, in the right light it looked blond, and I had royal blue eyes. My face was flawless, my skin lightly tanned, but I noticed that I had light bags under my eyes and I was looking a bit pale. It was time for me to feed.

I started my shower and stepped in, letting the hot water wash over my skin; I couldn't help but let my mind wander.

We have to drink blood, that's a given, and I usually feed once a week. My heart beats but the rate never increases or decreases no matter what I'm doing. I can blush and get a boner but my heart will always stay in a single steady rhythm. We do have fangs; in fact, I can feel mine growing right now - more proof that I need to feed. Sunlight is like holy water, crucifixes, churches, and silver; its harmless and I do enjoy the beach every once in awhile. I'm not as cold as ice either; I'm the temperature of the room or space around me. I don't have supper agility, strength, or senses; those things grow with age, but I do have an unexplained ability. I know things, things that I know I didn't know before. It's hard to explain but this ability did lead me to buy this apartment.

Stakes are a problem, not because I'll turn to dust or anything, but because it will more than likely kill me. Then again, if someone stabbed you in the heart wouldn't you die? Same with being decapitated or burned; but at the same time I do heal faster than humans and I don't need to breath, so being drowned won't work.

I finished my shower and tied my towel around my waist, fixing my hair to its normal upward, largely spiked fashion with my bangs framing my face. After I brushed my teeth, I grabbed my cell and dialed a number I knew by heart.

He picked up on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Hey Leon! It's Sora." I said, slipping my towel off and drying my hairless body. I shaved my whole body, except my face and head, so it was really smooth and I was lucky it didn't grow back. Our hair does grow, but it's slower than usual so I usually have to shave maybe once every three months.

"I was wondering when you were going to call." Leon said, a smile to his voice. Leon was (for lack of a better word) a pimp, but he was also my Guardian appointed by my Maker. Once a week I would order one of his (also for lack of a better word) whores for the night, but I never had sex with them; I just feed off them until they passed out, stripped them of their cloths and made it look like we had slept together. I got a good feed and considering my sire, Mickey, had gave me my own personal bank account with billions of dollars…it was easy. "What kind of guy do you want tonight?" He asked. He knew I was gay and I trusted him with my life.

"Anyone who's open I guess, just make sure their not too old." Leon treated his 'whores' better than most pimps would. He gave them half the money from every job they did, gave them their own living spaces (all nicely furnished) and his top policies were privacy and protection. Each of his uh…workers had a pen name and no one was allowed to see their personal information. He had files on every client he ever had and he never lets anyone take a rough or dangerous job unless they're specifically from the S&M team.

"Alright, I'll send one over around nine." I yawned and looked at the clock, seeing that it was almost twelve. I had nine hours to kill.

"Alright, thanks." With that I hung up, throwing my phone onto the couch, and started searching my mountains of clothes that littered the apartment floor for something clean. A maid was coming tomorrow to clean the place up for me, as was Mickey's request; despite my real age, I acted like a kid. Something jumped onto my back, small claws digging in and probably drawing blood before the thing crawled up to sit on my shoulder.

"God Keyblade!" I yelled at my cat, grabbing the small colorful fur ball and flinging him onto the couch to join my phone. "Damn cat." I said, sending a glare his way.


A loud knock sounded at the door, waking me up. I rolled over on the couch to see the credits of Anastasia roll by, my Chinese takeout still open on the coffee table in front of me. That was another "gift" of mine…I guess. My body needed human food and I would die without it. I turned the T.V. off as someone knocked again. I stood, rubbing my eyes and turning on the light as I walked to the front door. I looked at the clock reading 10:24 and opened the door as I stretched.

"You're late." I told him with a smile, trying to hide my fangs.

"It was hard to find your apartment." He said, slowly stepping in and nudging me back. He had short brown hair and green eyes with a muscular body and tanned skin. I could tell his blood was going to be strong. He closed the door and flicked the light out, stepping into me and wrapping his arms around my waist. "You're kind of small. You're not a minor right?" He asked.

"If I was, do you think your boss would have let you come?" That shut him up. His lips found my neck, making my blood rush to my lower body as I tried not to moan.

'Just blood, that's all Sora.' I told myself, stepping away from him and taking his hand. I dragging him to the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed, crawling over him and straddling his hips. My fingers nimbly undid his shirt and he sat up so I could push it off his shoulders. He slid his hands up my shirt, sliding them around until he found one of my nipples and he began tweaking it.

"Doesn't even seem like you've hit puberty." I didn't respond. Instead, I dropped my head to his shoulder, licking to his jugular vein and nipping lightly. His hands dropped to my pants, undoing the first button and pulling down the zipper; but I wasn't going to let him go any farther. I gently bit into his neck, making him moan loudly as my fangs sank into his skin. He didn't know what I was doing, just that it felt good, like I was penetrating his insides. It was usually like this when I bite people, just like it was when Mickey turned me. I could feel the mans growing erection rub against my thigh and then my groin, so I began drinking faster. I felt his grip on me loosen and I helped him lay down as I continued to drink. When his body went slack I pulled back, the sweet velvet that was the man's blood still leaking from the puncture marks on his neck. I bit my finger, making it bleed, and began rubbing it against the wounds. When they were covered in my blood I stuck the finger in my mouth and watched the puncture wounds heal up.

I smiled when I realized I hadn't wasted any; my mouth and his shirt were completely clean, and I licked the small amount of blood left on his neck. I felt great now that I had fed and I made quick work of pulling off the rest of the guy's clothes. I set them on the dresser - the one place I knew I wouldn't lose them - and stripped myself, noticing I was still hard. I looked over at the man passed out on my bed, taking in all of his naked glory and considering jumping him... but I walked into the bathroom, closing the door and starting the shower. I kept the water cold, trying to kill my boner, and I sighed when it began receding.

I didn't care how much I wanted it, or how hard I got. I wasn't going to have sex with anyone else but Riku, the man I fell in love with…and the man I had to leave. Riku had been the boy I gave my virginity to in 1954, when I was fourteen years old. He had been so gentle with me, and he was there for me…even after my life went to hell. But, when I became a vampire I had to leave him behind. I couldn't take his humanity away; I couldn't let him be a vampire and I couldn't watch him die in front of me. I remember the day I told him I was leaving; he asked me to turn him, to take him with me, and I couldn't. I was dying when I was turned, but Riku was so healthy…I couldn't do it to him.

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks and I sighed, turning the shower off. I had pushed Riku away, but it still hurt so much when I got the letter. It was 1963 when Mickey came home late with the letter, telling me he had gone to see Riku and that I might not want to read it…but I did. I cried for days after I read it.

Riku had gotten married…and he had joined the army. He was being shipped out in a week to Vietnam and he signed the letter 'With all the love my heart can hold, Your Riku.'

I tried to keep myself from sobbing as I dried myself off and walked back into the bedroom, the memory alone depressing me. The man was still out cold so I crawled onto the bed, pulling him up to the pillows and pulling the blanket over him. I settled in next to him, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes.

Mickey had come with another letter but I ripped it up and threw it in the fire. I couldn't bare what news it could have held. What if he had died? What if he was still alive somewhere? I never found out and personally I didn't want to know. If he was alive, then he was probably about seventy-two now, happily living in some retirement home with children and grandchildren all around him. He had always wanted a big family.

I groaned and hugged a pillow tight, closing my eyes and willing myself to sleep.
The past was the past and I didn't want to look back.


Yes that's the first chapter!
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