Warning: This is a yaoi story so it'll contain relationships between men. Rater M (or NC-17) because of the language and future explicit lemon scenes. YOU ARE WARNED SO DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. Really easy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or its characters (Zack would have never died if I did, duh).


Chapter 1: Fresh Night

The night was fresh, just like Zack liked. It was in that kind of night that Zack liked to climb in a roof to watch the stars, that's if the fog that was permanently on Midgard wasn't too thick. He laying on his back, arms crossed behind his head when his stomach remember him that he hadn't eaten since a week and that it was time to go hunt. Zack stand up, stretching his arms above his head and snapped his shoulders' joints in the process.

"So, where should I go eat today?" he asked himself, watching from his roost the different buildings and people below him. The streets weren't crowed; only drunks or suspicious guys wandered in the streets at three o'clock in the morning. He scanned the area with two gleaming purple eyes. He saw a prostitute, then a few drunkards leaving the closing bar, then two lovers making out on a bench. He continued to scan the area when his eyes stopped on something and his mouth in a joyful smile. "Bingo" He moved to the edge of the roof and jumped down the six floor building, landing on the ground with all the grace of a feline. He dusted his clothes and walked, hands in pockets, to his chosen destination.

In a dark alley two men were talking. One leaned on the dirty wall with a carefree manner, arms crossed on his chest. He was in his thirties, short brown hairs, narrowed green eyes glaring the man in front of him and wearing a leather jacket with torn jeans. The other one looked younger, around the twenty with blond hair and fogged blue eyes. He looked pale, a little sick. He was so thin that his with t-shirt and dark pants seemed too big for him; the hollow of his eyes and cheeks too deep for him to be healthy.

"Come on," said the blond one "I'll pay you the next week. I have always paid you in time. Please, can't you do that to me? I'm one of your best costumers!"

The other one grunted. "You know the rule, the house don't do credit. No money no powder. Come back with cash if you want your fix, otherwise go to hell."

The junky kneeled in front of his dealer, grasping with both hands his pants. "Just this time! Only this time and I'll pay the double the next! I swear!"

The dealer snarled and gave a vicious quick in the ribs if the man kneeling in front of him, sending him flying a few meters away. "Go die you fucking shit! I have a business to run. Come back when you have cash or else go to hell."

A low chuckle was heard by the brown-haired man once his former costumer was out of sight.

"My my, what a rough way to treat a costumer. Make someone think twice before dealing with you." The new voice came from the left from a shadow among the shadows, only the sounds of steps could tell the direction of the owner of the voice.

The green-eyed took out a knife off his pocket, still trying to see the newcomer. "What do you want? Show yourself!"

In the light walked a young man in his twenties; military boot, black pants and a dark blue shirt with the four top buttons open, showing a sample of the pale skin beneath. He was gorgeous; a well built body without being too muscular, if the forms behind the tiny layer of clothe was any indication. He had the face of an angel, for lack of better description; wearing a smile that could make a girl faint and deep purple eyes gleaming like the jewels you only see rich ladies wear for mundane diner. Black hair like charcoal was reared in long dark spikes with only a stubborn lock hanging before his eyes. Only one thing spoiled the perfect angelic image: a crossed scar on the left side of his jaw, a little below the corner of his mouth.

"Only looking for something" answered the black-haired man in a sweet voice. "That is if you have what I'm looking for."

His sense of commerce make the dealer put away his knife. "If you had hear me before, you know I don't do credit." And the other took out of his pocket a thick roll of Gils' notes. The dealer eyed the roll a moment before nodding and pulling out of the inner pocket of his jacket his articles.

A black eyebrows rose when the dealer started to list all the small bags he had with pills of various color or white powder and shook his head, walking with confident step closer of the dealer.

"No no no, you got it all wrong my friend. I'm not interested in this cheap shit you had here, my dear." He took the brown-haired man's chin and makes him face him. "But where are my manners? My name is Zack. And you my dear; have you a name?"

The dealer swallowed loudly at the intensity of Zack's gaze. "John" came the simple answer.

"Well, hello John." Said Zack laying his hand on the shoulder of his interlocutor, their chest separated only by a few centimeters. "I'm looking for something special. Can you found it for me? I promise to be really nice with you for the trouble." The lips that whispered those words nearly touched the other's one.

Zack could feel strong hands run down his side to end their course on his buttocks, kneading the two rounds globes there before being pulled flat against the other who hummed in both pleasure and confirmation. He ran his hand in short brown hair and tilted the head to the side, allowing him more skin to reach. He trailed a path of kisses from the chin down to the middle of the neck where he stopped to nuzzle the hot skin. "Do we have a deal?"

"Yeah," panted the aroused dealer "name what you want and I'll go find it to you."

"Oh, I'm sure you can provide me what I want." Zack slowly ground his hips John's ones while nipping the pulsing on the neck where his mouth was.

The dealer was now moaning openly. Gods' this young one know what to do to obtain what he wanted. He gasped when he felt a harder bite in his neck but the pain was quickly dulled by this constant grinding of those slender hips over his and the softness of this alluring ass in his hand. He can bear with some strange kinkiness if what would follow was as promising as he hoped, but strangely he was feeling sleepy after a moment and closed his eyes to never open them again.

The mouth tightly enclosed on the neck slowly loosened his grip until pointed canines came out of the flesh, leaving two punctuated wounds behind. Zack licked apologetically the blood coming out of the two injures. Zack put the now death body on the ground with all the care he would use to lay a sleeping child down.

"Indeed, dear John. You were able to provide me in best quality. Thank you" Zack kneeled and unzipped the other's leather jacket. "You don't mind if I take this, do you? Don't think you'll have any use of it now." He put on the jacket and was very pleased to see it was the right size. "Great."

He hadn't the time to appraise his new acquisition that his ears picked a well know sound. He jumped up on the panel with a club's name fixed on a wall, three meters above the ground, narrowly avoiding the long sword that aimed his heart.

The dark-haired vampire sat on the panel and smiled at the man below him holding an absurdly long katana. "My, to have ShinRa's most praised hunter track me down, make me feel honored. But to what do I own the pleasure to see you again, Sephiroth?"

Said vampire hunter only narrowed his eyes, looking with pure hatred the dark-haired vampire. He was big, probably taller than Zack – thought Zack never stayed close enough to confirm his assumptions – with long silver hair cascading behind his back. Silver bangs framed his beautiful face. Sephiroth was the incarnation of an angel in all points of view, but one look in his green eyes and you knew instantly such coldness in them didn't belong to angels.

Sephiroth's eyes rested on the immobile body lying on the ground. "I wasn't hunting you, just happen to cross your path will heading to the head-quarter to give my report. But since you murdered someone, I shall as well get rid of a nuisance like you."

"I get rid of nuisance. I always fed from dealer, robbers, murder or other scum that walk freely in this city. I dare you to tell me only one time where I killed an innocent." When no answers were given the vampire nodded with satisfaction. "So I think"

"Maybe you are right but to preserve the future it's better if I kill you now before you do something really terrible." And as Sephiroth readied his sword a scream echoed in the street. A girl watched with wide eyes the dead body on the ground, hands clapped her mouth. Sephiroth turned his head to where the vampire was but found the spot empty. Once hearing the scream Zack hadn't waste time to run away. With an angry grunt Sephiroth to leave in high speed the crime scene.

Zack slowly walked on the roofs of the houses to rejoin his house. It was better this way since it was well know that nobody anymore watched the sky. Arms crossed behind his head, he started to think about the ShinRa Corporation. Every vampires know to never mess with the members of this Corporation; it was a normal agency at first sight but very few know the dark side of it. Rufus Shinra had recently taken the head of ShinRa co. and had done his personal task to eradicate every vampires in the city. They formed secretly vampire hunters to achieve this, and Sephiroth was the best they had among the fifty they have, even better than his successor. Zack had decided to better avoid this man for his well being. It was true he was vampire, but he hadn't chosen this fate! It was true that he had to suck blood to live but he consciously choose his prey and didn't fed more than he needed to survive, not like some vampires he know that killed for pleasure; hell he even starved himself sometime to not have to do it and always gave a calm death to his victims. What did those stupid hunters knew about him?

"I think I should stay hidden for a moment. No doubt they'll be looking for me starting tomorrow. What a pain." sighed the fully fed bloodsucker.


AN: Hello everybody! I hope you liked this first chapter. This is my second story (the first being betaed right now) so please, review and tell me what you think! Well, this one is not betaed so please forgive me if you saw some mistakes and tell me if there are too many that it burn your eyes. If you are up to beta it, just tell me and again, sorry for my poor english. T_T

I have always see stories with Sephiroth being the vampire who turned people afterward, so I wanted one doing the inverse with Zack being the vampire who turned Sephiroth into one. Quite uncommon don't you think? Give me please your opinion! Thanks!