Chapter 1

Blue Eyes

I sat beneath the cliffs that bordered the beach like a fence- protecting it and giving it beauty, and dug my feet into the sand beneath me. I leaned back and rested my head against the rough, porous rock; and tried not to wince. The rock cut into my scalp, sending tingles of pain down my spine- but it was my pillow for the day, so I just had to grin and bear it. The small cavern was damp and smelled slightly of rotting kelp- but it was my only shelter against the light. Besides- I had been through pain much worse than that before; I could surely last till sunrise. I closed my eyes, and let the continuous sound the foamy waves brushing up against the sand as if to say hello, and then retreating back to the glittering ocean, in a silent goodbye.

I felt my mouth twitch in a small grin at the thought. They were just like me- those waves that ran over the golden beach; day after day. We were both forced to say hello- to accept contact and let it in- and, no matter how much we wanted to keep it, that comfort of having something there- to comfort us and love us- we had to say goodbye and move on. Then, as if the thousands of goodbyes we were forced to say every day hadn't left us hollow and empty enough, we were forced- yet again- to say hello.

I ran a gloved hand over my face- and tried to clear my mind of such thoughts. They certainly wouldn't put me to the sleep I needed so badly. I clenched my worn, woolen jacket more tightly around myself as another cool gust of wind blew up from the water and ran right to me; successfully spraying me with yet more salty ocean water. I cursed, and used my scarf to wipe my face. "Could you please stop torturing me long enough to let me get at least an hour of sleep?!" I yelled to the cobalt blue water, and felt my red eyes blaze in fury. But- as usual- I got no response. Only to soft chanting of the water against the sand. I growled, and peeked open an eye- flinching at the sunlight. I quickly shut it, and flicked some sand off my boots. Nightfall seemed so far away- was I ever going to get out of that cave and walk once again under the stars?

Then, for the billionth time that day- I cursed myself. Cursed my immortality; cursed my body. My dratted, vampiric body that couldn't stand a simple ray of sunshine without being burned. "Besides the part of loosing everything I ever cared about the to wear of time- not being able to see the world in the light has to be the worst part of being what I am," I murmured to myself, and clenched my hands- not even feeling my claws pierce my gloves and prick my skin. It had happened so many times- it was like feeling a fly land on your shoulder.

I closed my eyes once more, and tried to dream. To escape my body- and leave this wretched world behind. But I didn't dream.

I never did.

I saw all the faces I had loved, and liked, befriended or killed- flash before my eyes- like a sick movie that wouldn't end. I saw the world as it used to be- barren of all cities- with only endless, lush forests and pure crystal waters covering its surfaces. I saw it as it was- the empires of the places I had somehow found myself in; Rome, Egypt, China- rise and fall. I saw it as it was now- creations of mans reaching high into the clouds and deep under ground- growing and destroying anything that stood in it's way.

Worst of all- I saw their faces. My loved ones, my families. Gone, they were all gone. Because they could die and I could not. And it hurt. I'd seen it so many times you'd think I'd be used to it- but it felt as horrible as it had the first time. Like a knife to my heart. To my still, cold heart.


I woke with a start- my chest heaving. I looked around- almost as if checking to make sure their ghosts weren't there- watching me with their lifeless eyes. I hung my head in my hands- and let the tears fall. No matter how I hated it life, how I wished for death- it would never come. I'd lost thousands of friends and companions and I would loose thousands more. I would never be free of my pain. Never- because I would BE forever. I shook my head- silver locks falling in my eyes, and dried my tears.

I glanced up- and could have smiled in relief. The sun had set. I was free once more.

I stood up slowly- trying out my legs like a new born foal. I had been sitting in the sand the whole day, and everything hurt. I shook off the pain, and walked from the rocks. The moonlight met my face, and caressed it almost like a lover; the cool breeze almost kissing my cheeks. The moon was full- and it glowed like a giant pearl in the sky. I laughed dryly- and waded into the ocean. The water was almost black as it licked at my boots, and without warning I fell to my knees.

I rolled my eyes, and simply knelt in the wet sand. My body must have been more tired then I had thought. I dug my hands into it, and savored the feeling. I had wanted to do that all day.

I slowly closed my eyes and had begun to embrace the feeling of outdoors- when a soft splashing caught my attention. My eyes- made to see in the dark- flew to my right. It seemed- I was not the only one on the beach. How had I missed it?

In the distance- about 10 yards from where I sat, was a boy. He looked to be about seven or so. His clothes were ratty and torn, and his chestnut colored hair was messy and fell into his eyes. He was playing in the water- as if it were completely normal to go stomping through the ocean in the cold night. What an odd child. He should have been asleep in bed.

I was about to mark him as a normal, worthless street urchin- and retreat back to the shadows- when he turned and I saw his eyes.

His eyes- blue like sapphire- almost glowed, the light from the stars and moon catching them, and making them gleam like the jewels they so resembled. I felt my eyes widen, and I almost flinched when he spoke.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

I should have left right then. I should have disappeared. He was a mortal. He would scorn me, and look at me with eyes of ignorance and hate. Worse- he was a child, an age when humans were most prone to fear and nightmares. But I didn't- I simply sat in the rolling water, like a statue.

He must have spotted me, for I saw him eyes lock onto mine- even from the great distance of beach that separated us. "Oh…. Hello? Are you okay? Its kinda late- what are you doing out here?" he called, and when I did not answer, began walking towards me.

Then, for a reason I could not grasp- broke into a run. It seemed like an eternity before he reached me. Why didn't I move? I was a creature of darkness, a thief, a liar, and a killer. Why the hell could I not flee from a simple child?

Before I could have looked away- the boy was there; walking up to me and grabbing my sleeve. He was out of breath as he spoke- and I saw his little chest heaving. "Do- you (gasp) need- help?" he choked out, as if he a small mortal could somehow help me, and doubled over. He crumpled to the sand by me- and I watched it happen distantly, like watching a play. I stood up- water trickling from my baggy clothes- and wanted desperately to walk away. But- my feet wouldn't move; damn them.

He was a frail little boy. He skin was pale, and his body thin- as if he had not enough to eat. He hair was spiky and in disarray, and the small little run he had just preformed had tired him out. He was weak- not worth my time.

Yet, as another act of rebel my body seemed to take such pleasure in performing on me, my hand reached down; and pulled the boy up- lifting him into my arms and cradling him against my chest. He was shivering- and damn it all- I took my scarf from my neck and tucked it around him.

Eventually- he grew still, and his breathing evened out.

I couldn't stop myself from helping him. Perhaps it was fate he come to me- a complete stranger. So- once again, I gave some mortal my like. My attention- a feat not even others of my own kind could accomplish. And it didn't feel bad. But- it didn't those first couple of decades. It wasn't untill they grew old and began to decay that the pain would sink in.

So- right at the second- my cold heart, once again grew warm. The boy slowly looked up at my- his crystal blue eyes meeting my blood red ones. He did not flinch, or scream. No- he did something that made my heart skip a beat. He smiled. A kind, warm smile that stretched from cheek to cheek. "H-hi. M-m-my names S-sora. Wats- wat is yours?" he mumbled, his little fingers clenching onto my coat. I answered him before he drifted into sleep. My name.

"Riku."


All righty then. First chappie done! Yay!! I hope everyone likes it. U know- Riku seems like the perfect vampire to me. ;3 Hmmm- I think ill write mabye five more chappies to this story. Pleaze Review!!