AN: This is pretty much a random story I've had on my mind for a while. It isn't that I'm leaving my other story to rot, it's just I've hit a block and need to get rid of some of the stuff on my mind because I keep getting the same things in my mind. So...I actually like this story right now, even if it is just the prologue. lol Umm..soo...yeah...enjoy? Please, R&R. I love reading reviews, no matter how pointless. :) Honest to god. Well, the story is mainly revolving around Axel and Roxas, so don't expect much of any other pairings. Sorry!!! (There will be implied Zemyx, but that's about it. lol)

Axel PoV

(6139 words) (This is simply what the story holds, not including the AN/AEN)

Disclaimer: I do not own KH/KH:CoM/KH2 in any way, shape or form. Nor do I own the characters. Or anything related to them. Only the story line, thank you!

"Hey, Roxas.." I clamped my hands on the boy's shoulders, grinning at his fallen face in the mirror in front of him and the chair he was sitting on. He looked so broken and lost, but all I could do was tease him around a bit. I held no pity for him. I held no remorse for him. I held no emotions for him at all. But he was the only one who had piqued a major interest in my mind compared to the rest of the group. Oh right..the rest of the group. I still hadn't shared him with them. In other words, I hadn't done a proper introduction.

I guess now was better than never. I reached behind me and grabbed a beanie off of the dresser, pulling it over his messy blond hair. The dark gray hat matched his mood, and seeing as his clothes were bland in color, being just a black shirt and gray cargo pants, it matched that as well. I couldn't blame the kid for not wanting to be seen. Who would want to be a somebody when all somebodies did was pretend? They were pretty much nobodies trying to be more than a simple shell. And that's where our group comes into play. We accept being the nobodies. We like being our 'empty and stranded' shells of the world. It meant we were unseen and we could get away with anything.

"Let's go, kiddo. You've got some people to meet," I said, interrupting the silence. He didn't lift his eyes from his reflection. Great, now he wanted to be stubborn. I slipped my hands underneath his arms and hoisted his lethargic body from the chair with little help from him. Once on his feet, he purposely slacked and I had to hold him up. But my patience only goes so far. I simply let him fall back into the cushioned chair and glared at the boy. "I get that you're really depressed and angsty about what happened to ya, but can you at least push it aside until you meet the rest of the gang?"

Finally. He looked away from his dull blue eyes and up at my figure reflected in the mirror. I had to admit, I was too thin for my height, but I was a growing boy who was really active. Could I be blamed for it? Actually, I blamed my genetics. No normal person could be so tall and so thin at the same time. My hair was another major opinion to discuss, but that topic I strayed from. It was natural, point blank. Period. End of story.

"There's a good kid!" I said on impulse when he stood. I clapped a hand on his shoulder and began to lead him out of his secluded room. "Ok, so don't freak out when you see these guys. They're weird for a reason, got it memorized? I guess I can already trust you not to make a snood comment, either. You seem like a mute, anyway..."

And it was the truth. During the day and a half he'd arrived at our doorstep, he hadn't uttered a single word. When I'd asked for his name, he simply handed me a piece of paper with his name on it. Not even during one of his nightmares would he produce a word. Alright, so I'll break down just a bit and say I'm sorry for the kid. Just a little. I'd feel sorry for myself if I was always tossing and turning at night, having nightmares. Actually, I would bet I'd be screaming my head off it was really bad. But he just took it and moved restlessly without uttering a single sound. But he was perfect. For the group, anyway.

The walls of the hallway I guided him down were painted a deep red and the carpet was a bright, clean white. I honestly didn't like it, but whatever. I wasn't the designer of the house. If I had been, everything would have had a flame design all over it in multiple colors. Well, maybe just a few. Like orange, yellow, red, green, blue and white. They all fit nicely to be a flame color.

We reached the polished cedar wood stairs, which only took us a whole two minutes to walk down, and finally arrived in the living room. I was rather happy a few people were there, although I was half expecting everyone to be doing something or gone MIA at this time of night. I cleared my throat loudly enough so I didn't have to do it again and earned a few glances. A couple of them did a double take when they saw the kid, who only reached my chest, by the way. I honestly thought he'd be a midget if things continued like this.

"Hey guys. Here's the infamous ghost you've probably seen around the house. His name is Roxas. I'll let him do the honors of telling his story later. Right now, I promised introductions. So go back to whatever you were doing and act like we don't exist in the room right now," I greeted lazily. "All right, so you see that guy on the couch which his nose glued to the book? That's Zexion. He's the 'emo' looking guy, but he hardly cracks any emotions. He's like a blank blackboard. But he does enjoy reading and sometimes has earphones stuck in his ears to drown out the world. It's typical."

He had followed my finger to the smokey gray couch where the boy sat. I shared the basic information, about how he was seventeen and stuff. His story would come in time when he felt like sharing it to the kid. It just wasn't my place. The next pair I pointed to was a man with sandy blond hair and a mustache/beard mix and a another with unruly dark brown hair and a huge muscular body. Both were sitting at a small round wooden table, cards scattered on top. They were both much older than most of us, but it was all right. I guess they could be called our 'parental guidance' or whatnot.

"That's Luxord. He's a big card player, probably the best out there in the world. But he isn't recognized for it because he doesn't bother. We're all the same here, so don't be surprised if I repeat myself on the whole nonexistent thing. My only warning for him is this: never play a game for stakes; he'll win and you'll regret it. The guy he's playing against is Lexaeus. He's the brute of the pack. If you ever get into trouble, run to him. He'll look after ya." I began guiding Roxas around slowly, maneuvering around the house to see how many others were here.

We'd reached the kitchen and there was our oh so 'exuberant' cook. Using the most dangerous of utensils a kitchen could hold. "That's Xaldin. He's the main cook. And to be honest, you don't want to be in the same kitchen as him. He's pretty dangerous with those butcher knives and stuff. Take it from me as a personal note," I informed him with a smirk. He actually looked up at me and I saw a spark of curiosity in his eyes. "I'll tell you a story later. There's still...people..to meet." I hadn't meant to pause, but I had to think for a moment to replace the original word. It would click with him sooner or later.

I guided both of us out of the kitchen in case Xaldin decided to put his wrath upon us for intruding in the preparation for dinner. So the next choice was upstairs or to the back patio. And seeing that the kid was staring at the back sliding door, the back patio was our next destination. I slipped it open and glanced outside to be greeted by our silent hyperactive member. Well, usually he was hyper. But when night came around and he was itching to get outside, he was rather mellow. And he had the weirdest of hairstyles. But I guess having a mohawk/mullet mixture made him unique. Everyone knew it was him once we spotted that blond hairstyle of his.

"Hey, there, Dem." My voice startled the young musician, but he collected himself quickly and flashed us a bright smile. "Just showing the new kid around. This is Demyx, our talented sitar musician and singer. He's usually hyper, but you really don't want to be around to be his target. He doesn't leave you alone for hours on end sometimes." I was shot a hot glare my way, but I gave him a reassuring grin that it was only a joke. He huffed and turned back to the railing, looking out over the silent city. Oh, did I mention he liked water a lot? And it was raining. Lucky him, eh?

Well, he wasn't going to entertain us with his music any time soon. So I pushed the boy back inside decided to go back through the kitchen and living room. Upstairs only held the attic, in which Zexion occupied when he wasn't elsewhere. "Well, kiddo. Marluxia is usually found tending the garden, which is out back through the kitchen. There's Xigbar, too. He's usually found perfecting his gun skills out front with the targets. He's a real sharpshooter," I said as I lead him back down the blood red hallway. "Vexen is just randomly popping up everywhere. He's not real friendly, so don't try and strike a conversation with him. He gives everyone the cold shoulder. And then there's..Larxene. She's a bit of a sour grape, but dependable at times. Just don't get on her bad side, ok? Then you're on a hit-list you'd never get off of."

Once back to his room, I let him go ahead and stood at the doorway. The tour was pretty much complete. It had been short, but good enough for me. If he was lost, he could always ask. Oh, I guess I forgot a couple of people. Can't do that!

"Before I forget, there's one very important person you need to know about. Xemnas. He's like the group leader, I guess you could say. Just don't get in his way either. He's way worse than Larxene could ever be. And if he asks for you personally and sends somebody to get you, you're in deep shit. But don't try running, that makes it worse," I said, finishing with the truth. Poor me had to go and make a big deal about getting in trouble for.. a certain event. I'd suffered a worse consequence because of it. "And Saïx, well.. he isn't so important. He's more like the dog of the group, but you still want to listen to him. It'll make his ego inflate, but oh well. He sucks up to Xemnas to stay on his good side, unlike the rest of us."

He didn't respond, only sat in that chair again. But his dull oceanic eyes were glued to the ground instead of the mirror. I leaned a shoulder on the door frame, pondering what I should do. I had told the kid earlier I'd tell him a story, but I didn't have the words to make it lively enough. Plus, I doubted it would even stir an interest in him. He was like a lifeless fucking doll with nothing better to do than give one emotion once in a blue moon and sit in a chair all day. I swear, kids these days have really drowned themselves deep in their self pity or something. This wasn't entertainment.

"Well..if you need anything, you know where everyone is. Or something close to it," I muttered before leaving Roxas alone in the room.

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5 Days Later

/x/x/x/x/x/x/x/

"Demyx, I swear to god, if you do not get that damn bottle out of my face, it will meet the side of your head in a very friendly greeting you'll never forget," I said, every word dripping with venomous sarcasm. He waved it once more in front of my face, the clear contents inside swishing around from side to side. I kicked a foot against his chest, sending him sprawling onto his back against the floor easily. I grinned as he looked at me with wide blue eyes, then to his empty hand where the alcoholic beverage once was, but then busted out into a fit of laughter seconds after. He was such great entertainment during these parties.

And by these parties, everyone was lively. Even Zexion, who, as everyone knows, is usually moping about with a book glued to his face or his face glued to the window. I don't blame him, or anyone else for that matter. They didn't have the free will like I did. I was chainless during all hours of the day, which gave me the benefit of persuading the boy to get comfortable with his new surroundings. Except, that wasn't going to easily. He still hadn't uttered a damn word. So instead of having him hang around us all the time, I had conjured up a plan.

It was simple. Almost as simple as paying kids to be nice to him and become friends. Except, minus the money and add something else, like hypnotism. But nobody needed to know about that. Anyway, it worked like a charm. Hence the reason why we were partying tonight while Roxas was out with his new buddies. Hopefully they'll have more luck defusing his muteness.

"Luxord, you cheating bastard! I demand a replay!"

I glanced over at the usual poker table, eying the trio sitting there. Luxord, for one, had a fantastically huge grin on his face. Marluxia, the flower boy, had an emotionless mask on his face as the event unfolded before him between the older blond and Xigbar. I shifted in the plush cushioning of the raven black chair I was seated in and leaned over the armrest to watch the drama.

"I didn't cheat! You simply suck at playing poker. Now cough it up," replied Luxord to Xigbar's earlier outburst.

"The hell I am! The day I give you my beloved twin pistols will be the day I die," he retorted sourly. Luxord simply leaned forward, a smirk gracing his face. Yes, it graced his face because the old man rarely smirked. He always had that sly grin.

"I think you've made the worst comment of your life, Xigbar," said Marluxia. Both men turned their eyes upon the younger boy, Luxord returning to his grinning and Xigbar raising an eyebrow in confusion. "By saying that, you're overdue in giving Luxord his property. I hate to say it, but you're already dead. Unless you've forgotten completely..." And then Xiggy went stiff and looked as if he was about to explode in anger. I laughed out loud as soon Xigbar jerked himself up from his seat and stormed away. Poor guy. Never knows what he's getting into.

Ten minutes after that display and everyone was fidgety and restless. I knew what was going to happen at midnight tonight, an aching five minutes away. The tension in the house was so thin that it could have been shattered to pieces by a sharp whistle. Too bad I didn't fit in with the rest of the crowd. I just wasn't cut for that part. Along with my chainless freedom, I regarded myself as an outcast compared to their creative lust. But enough about the crappy emo-lusting difference of me and the gang.

Eventually it was midnight, and a few minutes after it, a few people started filing into the house. One was a young silver haired youth, another was a brunette girl (I swear her hair was close to a deep red..), and the list continued. Each of them ranged from the ages of sixteen or older, which was a good thing on our part, I guess, in some odd way. It was never fully explained to me.

While everyone got cozy, I disappeared from the crowd. In fact, I took the very spot Demyx was usually sitting when he needed a place to think and be depressive: the back patio. I leaned against the metal railing, one foot propped up on the gleaming silver. The night felt really good, honestly. It was much better than being in a stuffy house.

With a light sigh, I pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the back pocket of my jeans, which were categorized as 'girly jeans' by Demyx. (Too bad that limp noodle couldn't degrade someone, even if his life depended on it. Why? Because he wore the same kind of pants a lot more than I did.) Marlboro Lights had to be a savior. I didn't go for the hard tacky stuff, although I didn't have much to sacrifice for it. I was unaffected by the cancer sticks. I simply smoked them when I felt a little stressed or pressured, like anyone would.

After four cigarettes, a dozen unanswered thoughts and thirty seven minutes, the last thing I had counted on was the disruptive noises of things being tossed around and doors being slammed. Taking one last drag of my current cigarette, I flicked it over the edge of the patio and stepped back inside and went downstairs quickly. Zexion and Demyx were busy sucking each other's faces dramatically in the kitchen, obviously oblivious to the sudden violence I was hearing. Once I'd reached the living room, however, I gritted my teeth sharply together.

Roxas wasn't supposed to be back. But there he was, one hand against the wall of the hallway and staring at the scene before him. Xaldin had his face buried into the neck of a brunette boy, no doubt a victim he'd set his eyes on from the minute he'd walked through the door. Xigbar and Marluxia was practically ravaging the silver haired kid I'd seen earlier, paying special attentive favoritism to his wrists. Luxord, Lexaeus and Vexen also had their own little friends to occupy themselves on. Xemnas was still missing, no doubt being followed by his faithful dog, Saïx. But I still didn't have a connection as to what the sounds had been. Or where Larxene was, for that matter. She never missed these nights.

Confused, I made my way over to Roxas, stopping in front of him as I crouched down slightly so I was face to face with him. I couldn't help it if the little bugger was short. When his eyes didn't move or show a hint of anything at all, I patted him lightly on the cheek. I was rewarded a hiss and he sharply jerked his head back from me. I straightened my posture, wishing I had a cigarette right now.

"Hey, kiddo. What are you doing back?" I asked him. He simply looked up at me. And it dawned on me that there was a slight haze in his eyes and a little confusion showing that meant only one thing. "How long have you been here...?" I reached out and tilted his chin up slightly, my eyes grazing his neck. Nothing. I let out a brief sigh of relief, breaking the tense silence he was giving me. But there was a nagging at the back of my head that I shouldn't be relieved at all. Something was wrong in the way he was acting.

My eyes flickered over his head to see a certain girl sauntering down the hallway, a slim smile on her face. No doubt did she have something to do with his behavior. As she went to move around us, I reached out quickly and pulled her close. I narrowed my eyes on her and only her. "What the hell did you do?" I bit out. I usually had control of myself, but when I was in an extremely foul temper, my own personal fangs couldn't hide themselves. A bad habit, I suppose.

"Like any other hungry person would do, Axel dearest," she replied smoothly, tilting her head downward slightly as she regarded me in her peripheral vision. I hissed angrily and tightened my grip on her wrist.

"If you broke the Superior's second rule, you'll be banned and forced to fend for yourself."

"I know, I know. 'Rule 2: If one comes to the sanctity of The Nobodies, members must dispose themselves of temptation,'" she stated boredly, rolling her eyes heavenward.

"And ru-"

"'Rule 3: If a possible new member arrives, original members must give the welcomed guest approximately 168 hours to ponder their decision. If not answered within that 168 hours, action can be taken.'"

"And it hasn't been 168 hours. So you better hope that you stay on my good side or else the Superior will know you fucked up bad," I said lowly. A sly smile crept onto her face and she finally turned completely to look me in the eyes.

"But Axel, didn't Roxas come to us on a Sunday?"

"No, he came to us on a Monday. Why?"

"I believe it was a Sunday. 11:53 p.m. Before midnight. And today is Monday, after 11:53 p.m. of Sunday. If you can't calculate that, then it has been 168 hours."

I watched her walk away as she slipped her wrist out of my grasp. She was right. Roxas had come to us on a Sunday night. I had the job to care for him for a day and a half, which left us at Tuesday afternoon. And skipping all the bull and grit between, it had advanced five days later already and it had passed midnight, leaving us at Monday. Damn her. Gritting my teeth together, I turned back to Roxas. He was now leaning against the wall, his arms loosely over his stomach, and his eyes seeming glossier than ever. I grabbed the kid up and carried him to his room, closing and locking the door behind me.

As soon as I let his feet touch the floor, he fought against me, pushing at me like I was going to beat the living shit out of him. "Hey, Rox, stop it! Calm down!"

"Who the hell are you people?!"

I stopped in the midst of our struggling, staring in disbelief. He'd spoken for once. I didn't know why it had to amaze me so much. Hell, maybe I should be amazed more often because the pitiful blows he was aiming toward my chest became nonexistent.

"Who are we? We're nobodies. We don't exist anymore because..well, we're dead. Actually, we're the living dead, but you can't express much logic with that." He didn't talk, but he stopped his assault on me and just stared. Fear was a big key emotion I could see. With a soft sigh, I looked up at the ceiling, wondering how I was going to explain everything. "You've seen vampire movies, right? Well, some of us used to be people and some of us were born this way. Let me tell you.."

His fingers suddenly grasped my black shirt tightly and I broke eye contact with the ceiling to look at him. His face was void of almost all emotions, pain and confusion being the only two that were plastered on his face. And here it goes... Larxene was going to get her ass kicked sooner or later. Hopefully the latter.

As I eased Roxas onto his bed as best as I could, I couldn't help but frown. The poor kid. He didn't know what was happening, but he didn't like it, and it definitely wasn't going to like it later when he woke up after all of it. I spoke to him even though I knew he couldn't really hear me. Nothing existed but the clenching pain and the boiling feeling he was getting in his stomach. But I wouldn't know about that personally.

"Anyway..when people get changed, they go through this process. It's really painful, obviously, and it takes a little while for it to be completed, but once it's over, you get to rest for a little while. Your organs just kind of have to die or something and get reconstructed so you can stabilize your system as a living dead person. Heh, sounds weird, right?" I had pulled the chair from in front of the mirror and sat in it next to the bed. I didn't feel like standing, honestly.

I rested my chin in the palm of my right hand, watching as he began to squirm restlessly on the bed. His face broke from its plastered emotions and showed searing hot pain. He jerked onto his side, letting out a cry of pain as he buried his face into the feather-down pillow. I swiftly grabbed his shoulders and turned him onto his back again. I knew if I let him go the way he was, he'd eventually suffocate himself. He had no particular control over his body when it was changing like this. After about ten minutes of him trying to kill himself with a pillow and trying to fight me off, he finally came to rest. He was sweating lightly and his breathing was a little ragged; he was managing pretty well. But this wasn't the end. Oh no, far from it.

When Roxas looked at me with his baby blue eyes, I found they were a little brighter than usual. They showed more of..him, in a way. I offered him a short smile, but he began scrambling for the side of the bed seconds later. Already ahead of him, I held up the wastebasket nearby and he grabbed onto it like it was his only lifeline. And then he made the noisy act of throwing up. Another basic while changing. Since he only needed to live on blood, he didn't exactly need all that crap in his stomach like a normal human would. Eating simply came and went for us as a way to get subdue our human side we hadn't gotten rid of, and that took a long time. For some of us, at least.

When he was finished, I handed him a handkerchief I'd pulled out of my right pocket and he wiped his mouth clean and laid back on the bed. I wished it wasn't so painful for him, honestly. I had no big feelings for him. I was just a heartless dead guy. But he didn't deserve the change, at least not like this. I even debated on giving him some of my blood, seeing I was the only special one. And by that, I was born from a human who had been bitten. Yeah, like Blade from those movies. I was a 'daywalker.' I had some gut feeling that if he was still in the middle of changing and he had some of my blood, he'd be able to keep some sort of himself after all of this. It was logically possible.

My thoughts were short lived when Roxas began convulsing again, this time more violently. I struggled to hold him down and eventually I had to actually crawl on top of the bed to pin him down. This time it only took about seven minutes or so, but it took a lot more out of the kid. He was sweating profusely at this point, gasping for breath. He had one more fit after this, and it was the most painful and longest. And then after that, he pretty much threw up whatever was left and he was free to rest as long as he wanted. Looking over the kid, I noticed his skin was paler than before and I knew he needed something to sustain himself. I ran my tongue over my sharp canines in thought; I didn't have time to fetch anyone else, plus I didn't want anyone else to interfere. Too many people could cause panic and it would clash with his change.

I didn't bother climbing off of the boy. Instead, I just sat myself between his legs and looked at my wrist resentfully. I even had to admit I was beginning to be a broken record to myself, but I honestly wished I didn't have to do this. In fact, I wished he hadn't even stumbled onto our doorway. Now that he was going to be one of us, we were going to file away his history. It was another rule the Superior had; he hated not knowing about us. But that didn't matter at the moment.

Without wasting another second, I scraped a fang over my wrist, leaving a small gaping wound in its wake. Gently, I leaned down so my elbows were comfortably resting on the bed and turned my wrist toward his mouth. His eyes were closed, hiding the glowing baby blue beneath. I pressed my slashed wrist softly against his lips, letting him get used to it. Once he had the taste in his mouth, he practically latched on like a breast feeding baby, sucking greedily at the blood. Lucky for me he hadn't acquired his fangs yet or it would have been hell getting my wrist back from him. Once I'd given him just enough to get him through this last fit of pain, I sat up, and licked my wrist; another thing we got was the ability to hide our bites-that is if we wanted to. We had a special agent in our saliva to help speed the process of healing, which was awesome.

And then I waited. And waited. And waited some more.

Then his face gave way and I held tightly onto his shoulders to pin him to the bed. Maybe I shouldn't have given him so much because he was a lot stronger with his struggles and I had to fight fiercely to control him. I hated the pained cries I was hearing throughout the whole ordeal, and the fact I'd realized he was crying made it even worse. Damn it all to hell, Larxene was really going to die, and die permanently.

After fifteen minutes, he finally subsided from his struggled fighting and jerking. But sobs still racked the poor kid's body. I let out a tired sigh and climbed off of him and the bed, holding the wastebasket for him. He instantly turned toward it, grabbed it, and once again threw up noisily. It turned into dry heaving, and then it was done seconds later. Completely done.

Exhausted, he collapsed back onto the bed, letting his eyes flutter shut. I wiped his face off with the handkerchief then tossed it into the wastebasket. No use in keeping that nasty thing. I patted his hand lightly before standing, but before I could actually move away, he had latched onto my arm and was looking at me with the brightest, clearest blue eyes I'd ever seen. They were completely different compared to the day he'd arrived and the past week he'd spent with us thus far. I flashed him a smirk to reassure him.

"I'll be right back, kiddo. I'm not even going to leave the room," I said aloud. He instantly relaxed and I disappeared into the bathroom nearby. A second later, I emerged with a cold wet rag and resumed my seat next to Roxas, but this time on the bed instead of the chair. I gently wiped away the sweat on his face, realizing that he had fallen into a light sleep while I had gone. Well, couldn't desert the kid now. I had to stay and make sure he was okay when he woke up. And that would be another six hours of good rest if not more.

Glancing at the digital clock on the dresser, I noticed it was almost two in the morning. I estimated I'd carried him into the room about one o' clock or so; everyone else must still be partying or doing some weird things, like usual. I couldn't blame them. Forgetting about them, I rubbed at my eyes and yawned. Although being a vampire had its advantages and all, exhaustion did make a good part of still being partly alive. Carefully, I stretched out on the bed, laying opposite of Roxas so his feet were in my face. Well, actually it was only to my chest, but the point is taken. Anyway, I feel asleep seconds later.

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11 hours later

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I didn't wake up the way I wished I had. I mean, I would have been fine if he was sucking blood out of me like a mosquito. That gave me purpose to beat him down a little and set him straight. But with him slamming doors and going into hysterics, I wasn't too fond of it at all. But nonetheless, I got up and went over to Roxas, pulling him into a half hearted embrace.

"What's wrong?" I murmured oh-so-affectionately in my husky tired voice. His fingers were clinging desperately, clutching then letting go so they could just grab at another spot on my shirt. I glanced down at him and took in his appearance. His clothes were disheveled a little, as was his hair, and his eyes were shining brightly. But fear was yet again the main motion visible. And then it clicked: he was up and running about in broad daylight. So it had worked. Perfect!

"W-what the.." he stuttered, pausing to gulp for air. "What happened? What the hell am I? What did you do?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, kid. What are you talking about?" Man, now he was talking a lot. Maybe he should panic more often!

"She's dead because of me. Tell me what I did!" Tears were streaming down his face, leaving little trails behind that hinted his face was dirty with a light mask of dust and dirt. After a quick examination, I also noted that there was thin trail of blood streaming from the left corner of his mouth.

"Okay, well.." I guided him to the bed and forced him to sit, but his hands clasped onto one of my arms. "Explain to me what happened first." This wasn't going to be good.

"I..I just went out for a walk. I wanted to hang out with Hayner and Pence and Olette today..but..I saw this girl. She was really pretty and...and I just wanted to talk to her! I swear it!" I rubbed his hand lightly, nodding tiredly. "Then..we were walking and stuff, and before I knew it, she was just laying on the ground of the alley and there was blood everywhere. I just..ran. I panicked. I didn't know what to do."

Shit. "Um..It's okay. Just calm down a little." He looked up at me in dismay.

"Calm down?! I killed somebody!"

"And people are killed every day, Rox. Seriously, take a big deep breath and let me talk," I growled. He did so and I took a deep breath of my own to calm my temper. It was on the brink of snapping. "What happened was normal. Don't look too deep into it. Just..next time, wake me up and take me with you. I'll teach you all you need to know. Right now...how much blood was there?"

"A lot. I just panicked as soon as I saw it and just...ran. I left her there to bleed to death." I nodded.

"Well, from now on, you stick with me. Wake me up if you need something, no matter what time it is. Okay?" He nodded, eyes dropping to the ground. He must have been crying his eyes out. And he was probably hungry. Eh.. "Come on, let's rest for a bit. You're probably still tired from last night."

"What happened last night?" he asked quickly, eying me suspiciously.

"I molested you," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. His eyes grew wide at the comment and I couldn't help but laugh lightly. "I'm just kidding. You'll understand soon."

As soon as he curled up on the bed, already half tired, I took my seat next to him and coaxed him with a few words, sort of putting him in a light trance. His eyes were already closed at this point and I quickly opened a wound on my wrist and let him drink the sustenance he would soon learn to know and accept. No matter how hard he fought it. A few seconds after, I cut him off abruptly and closed the wound, letting him fall asleep completely as I got off of the bed. I hated to admit it, but now I was connected to the brat, whether I liked it or not. And right now I was extremely light headed and needed my own breakfast thanks to him. Damn kids and their bad luck and reckless behavior.

Sooo...lol! I like doing that. Anyway, I'm suffering from sleep deprivation right now. Because I couldn't sleep earlier and when I continued to work on this, I couldn't stop. So I'm going to bed after I put this up. I hope you liked it. Or something like that. Yeah. Night:)

Dreaming of a sexy vampire Axel,

Moonie -luff-