Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, or any of the characters.
Note: One of my "dead end" fics…in other words, a fic that I will not continue to write on unless people want me to. This is something I began to write after, once again, not finding a decent story plot along the lines of what I was in the mood for. Not sure if I like the title, but…:shrug: Whatever.
Warnings: AU, OOC, blood (vamp fic—duh)…probable shounen-ai (Vincent&Cloud)in future chapters…and that's all to report for now.
Vampire Crush
Chapter 1: Craving
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Silver moonlight peeked through the navy clouds of night as a soft wind whispered through the trees. A content sigh escapes me as I absorb the soothing sounds of a calm night. The only problem that can ruin a lovely night such as this is my craving. My retched need for a warm, crimson liquid humans of the English language dub, 'blood.' My kind are hated and feared, but we are not so different as people think. We are born from humans, but at our birth we are blessed with amazing strength, vitality, 'beauty,' and other things. If those facts alone aren't enough to condemn our kind, then our traits that we are cursed with will seal our fate. We are blessed in many ways, but the blessings do not come with out a heavy price. We cannot continue to live without taking blood from the species unto which we were born, and many of us have quite a malicious nature. The sun strain's our eyes, but we will not turn to dust like many think. Religion is something that many give up hope on because of what the society thinks of them. Society can be blamed for many of the things we do, and that is proven in any part of history you look at. My stomach lurches suddenly, causing me to intake a sharp breath as the craving worsens. If I do not feed soon, there will be much unnecessary bloodshed.
An unfortunate male, homeless by his appearance, is the first human being I come across and he doesn't even have time to scream before my fangs pierce the tender flesh of his neck. After the majority of his blood is in my system, I start to come to my senses once more and drop the poor soul immediately. A shaky hand covers my mouth and I silently retreat, the flowing of my cape being the only sound made before I shimmer away from the scene.
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My home is dim since my eyes are sensitive to the light, but even so my mind cannot find peace enough to allow me to rest some nights. Images of the male I killed tonight and the victims before him flashed across my thoughts. These images always cause me to toss and turn, as well as recall a reoccurring thought; what if I had a lover? Someone that wouldn't hate me for what I am—as well as allow me to take small amounts of their blood periodically…If I were to find someone like that, the threat of my mind going berserk would be diminished greatly. Not to mention my loneliness would fade…The problem being…who could ever love someone like me?
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((AN: Good? Bad? Incredibly short, I know...Sorry.))