God, why am i doing this? I must have so many unfinished stories as it is! D: I suppose I cannot deny the Larxel!

Full Summary
Of the vampires that roam the world, pergaps the most dangerous is Organization XIII. However, there is one fatal flaw: they only have 10 members. Many vampires want to destory the competition that the Organization provides, so very few members can be spared for this misson. One of these members in Axel, a fire-obsessed vampire in the body of an 18-year-old. He attempts to use a random student for feeding, but she proves to be more powerful than anticipated. Interested, Axel decides to enroll in her school and find out more about this savage nymph Larxene.

The Story:

Two figures, hidden from the moonlight in the shadows of the city, stood together in silence, observing the people that walked by. No, not people, food. One of them, a man borderlining middle-aged, gave a sadistic grin The other man, close in age to the first, sent the first man a fierce scowl, "Ease yourself Saix. This is Heartless territory."

"All territory is their's, it seems." Saix snarled, but he resisted the urge to sink his fangs into the soft flesh of a passing man.

"I agree," Xemnas remained monotone, his red eyes glinting coldly, "but their forces outnumber our own." Even in the shadows, Xemnas's hair was a pure white that contrasted against his pure black cloak.

"They may outnumber us, but we are easily stronger." Saix had long blue hair and his yellow eyes resembled those of a wolf, cunning and savage at the same time.

"Once again, I agree." Xemnas glanced up to see a minor vampire, barely even worthy of the name, watching him from across the empty street. It was weak, too weak to even hold a human form. It was obviously from the Heartless. It seemed to be pure black except for it's yellow eyes and the insigma of the Heartless that was permantly tattooed on its chest. "Theyre strength is only in numbers. We would only a few more members to be strong enough."

"Thirteen is the number of the darkness," Saix told his leader, watching the Heartless vampire carefully, his upper lip fiting slightly in a snarl.

"Organization XIII... it has an unpleasant ring to it. It seems to be made of misfortune." Xemnas gave a grin, his pointed fangs glinting, "The perfect name for the most powerful vampires the world has ever known." A young woman passed by, and Saix was once again lost in his thirst, but he held back. Xemnas nodded at Saix, "Let us leave a little present for the Heartless." Saix also grinned, his eyes becoming glazed over as he willingly subscumed to his lust for the sweet blood that gave them a resemblance of life.

Axel

His dark red hair stood out easily. His bright green eyes reflected the lustful thoughts going through his mind as young women flirted shamelessly with him. But, his lust was for their blood, not their bodies. One woman seemed to be so petite, he'd never believe she was older than 16 if he couldn't tell from her scent that she was 21. He liked it that way. Axel was 18 when he underwent the transformation, and he never really changed. He still wanted girls his own age, even if his age was probably at least 10 times these girls'. He leaned forward and whispered sweet nothings into the girl's ear, making even this well-seasoned slut blush like a viginal schoolgirl. Axel sank his fangs into her neck, knowing without looking that she adopted a dazed glow to her eyes now. The kind of glow that made girls jealous. The kind of glow that made you even more beautiful, because the vampires chose you. Axel could feel his eyes rolling back from the pure ectasy of the warm fluid rushing into his mouth. This was the best part of being a vampire.

"Having fun?" a dry voice asked from behind Axel. He turned quickly to see Saix, his arms crossed as his golden eyes narrowed at Axel's method of feeding. "The Superior requests your presence."

Axel's party-face quickly melted into his serious one. He stood up, ignoring the protests of the girl. "Wait, can I have your number?" Axel turned back, examining the girl closely. Now that his thirst had subsided, the girl's radience disappeared. Axel noticed that her skin was scarred from numerous trips to tanning beds, and her body was lanky from her anorexia. Her make up was tranparent to the eyes of a vampire, and it was obvious that there must have been at least 10 layers of make-up applied to hide the signs of aging that were sped up by the drugs she took. Even with her big eyes shining with hope, she was no longer a young girl to Axel. "You're not my type," Axel's voice was cold and uncaring, breaking the girl's heart in seconds.

"You need to learn control," Saix hissed at Axel when ther walked outside of the club. "You were in a public place feeding off a girl." Saix looked around, as if expecting a Vampire Slayer to jump out at any second. "the Organization is attempting to find new members. We can't be losing ours, even if they are the reckless ones." Saix, unlike Xemnas, could not understand the reasoning behind allowing such young humans to become vampires. They would never have the wisdom of an older human, even if they saw more of the world.

"Relax," Axel spoke seriously, "she was used to men chewing on her neck in public. I wouldn't have done it otherwise." Axel was actually a lot smarter than Saix, or anyone for that matter, gave him credit for. He hid it all behind his youth, making him just as cunning and savage as Saix.

"No, you would have anyways," Saix bared his fangs at Axel. It was a challenge, one that Axel would have accepted if he hadn't just fed. Saix probably needs a drink... As if readin his thought, Saix spoke, "I had to kill a human and take only a little blood. The rest was left for a Heartless."

Axel's head snapped in Saix's direction, "That's not a good idea," Axel told Saix seriously, "we shouldn't be challenging the enemy so brazenly." Saix remained like a staue, his emotions invisible. "The Superior won't be happy." Leaving a human as a gift for another vampire was suicidal, the highest insult possible. It showed pity that such a dead heart can only show the weakest. Any vampire would rather be staked than left a human to feed on.

"It was his idea." Axel sighed, understanding finally. Xemnas was challenging the enemy, bringing their attention to the Organization, and they wouldn't notice the few members missing for the misson that they were informed of through a telekenetic form of communication. Then, it hit Axel,

"I've been chosen for the misson?" Saix's lips tightened and he remained silent. I have... and Saix doesn't like it. Axel always knew Saix had no respect for him, but more than anything, he was jealous. Axel was transformed by Xemnas, and Saix was not. As vampires, it was unusual for such petty emotions to exist, but Saix was Xemnas's most loyal follower. He would be willing to give up his existence for the leader, and for that he was acknowledged. But, how ever hard he tried, nothing could change the fact that he was not of his Master's creation.

Once again, this may be petty, but there's something about vampires you must understand. When you are made into a vampire, you have a special connection to your "parent" vampire.And no, nothing like an uncontrollable desire or anything like that. You inherited your powers from them. You would have your own element, but your vampiric instinct, your phermonal power, and your overall awareness of vampires was determined by the parent vampire. Xemnas was perfect. While there were some small things where others suprassed him (Zexion had a much higher vampiric sense than any known vampire, and Demyx's phermones were irresistable to anyone, including other vampires), Xemnas was the most powerful vampire since Dracula. There was also an understanding that could not be copied. No matter how crazy an action might seem, Axel would always know the reasoning behind Xemnas's schemes, for he thought the same way. And Saix could never touch that.

"Who else?" Axel decided to change the subject. Anyone mentioning anything about Saix's lack of connection to Xemnas was picking a fight, which was not a wise course of action, especially when he was your ally.

"Zexion seems to be the most likely choice." Axel nodded in agreement. Zexion's nose was strong enough to judge someone's potential as a vampire within seconds. Axel thought like Xemnas, so he knew that Saix was right in thinking about Zexion. He also knew why he was chosen. He never truly had a chance to show his potential. Axel had no "offspring" and he rarely tried harder than the minimal. Xemnas knew Axel was powerful, and like any good father, he wanted his full potential to be reached. This wasn't just about being able to find the perfect human, it was also about making them not hate you for transforming them. Many vampires made the mistake of transforming humans the same way they would feed off a prey, by sneaking up and using brute force. Axel was intelligent, he could easily convince anyone that they would not only be able to make it as a vampire, they wanted it more than anything. Loyalty was the only thing that kept the Organization together. Doing anything to make the Organization lose their trust in you would be stupid, too stupid for words.

Xemnas

Xemnas sat in the church ruin, still enough to be considered a statue. As a vampire, secrecy was essential for meeting, and using the "haunted remains" of a church that was burned down by a rebellious teen was perfect for a home-base. Vampires had no homes, they didn't sleep so there was no point. But if a vampire wasn't a loner, there had to be some place to meet with others that humans wouldn't notice. Most people would just consider it a place where a group of goth and punk friends met, but there were the ocassional people who accused them of "cult running" or, worse case scenario might provide a vampire hunter. It was easier to simply avoid society's eyes. Xemnas looked up as the old doors opened slight, allowing Axel and Saix to enter the dusty church.

Both Saix and Axel walked up to Xemnas before dropping into a formal bow. "Axel," Axel looked up at his sire, "I'll assume you were at the same club as last week?" Axel nodded, "Next week, make sure you find a new one."

"It won't be hard," Axel smirked at Xemnas, "I'll be on a misson on the other side of town after all."

Saix growled lightly at Axel's imputence, but was otherwise silent. Xemnas ignored the tone in Axel's voice. "You are correct. You'll be searching the west side of town for a new vampire to add to our ranks."

"Or vampiress," Axel added, his mind already taking in the possiblites.

Xemnas continued as though Axel hadn't interrupted, "Since the balance of the Organization is essential, try deciding on someone who is intelligent, and good at hiding their true intentions. However," Xemnas fixed his red eyes on Axel cooly, "Make sure they do not hide their intentions from us."

Axel nodded, and stood up. "I'll leave immediately."

"One other thing," Xemas stopped Axel from leaving, "the Keyweilder is suspicious. You will travel by subway." Axel twitched slightly at the slow inconvenence the transportation provided, but he understood that leaping from rooftop to rooftop wasn't exactly a regular routine for a human.

Axel walked out of the church door, noticing a man in a cloak ready to come in after him. "Hello Axel." He spoke with a slight British accent.

Axel looked sideways at the man. He had dark blue hair that was crazy, and yet normal by vampiric standards. A good portion of it concealed one eye, which was rumored to have been taken by a Vampire Slayer in his home country. "Your turn Zexion," Axel commented dryly. Zexion traveled to this city from England (AN:yes, my Zexion's British! British accent FTW! XD) to escape a Vampire Slayer who killed his wife. Zexion had well tuned instincts from being on his own for so long, but it was his nose that was the most fine-tuned of all, making some wonder of he was a werewolf at first.

Zexion walked in the church, and Axel walked off towards the subway, wondering when this misson would be over. He was glad he fed as he walked among the humans. His desire for blood was so little that his face didn't even change. He paid for his ticket quietly. He even ignored the women and girls making sheep's eyes at him. He did grow uneasy, however, as he neared his stop. The woman whose blood he drank must'nt have had it. It was a certian element that no one had a name for. It couldn't be tasted, but it could be felt. It would be in some humans' blood, and it would keep a vampire's appetite down for a long time. A lot of vampires would keep the humans with it as friends, lovers, adopted children, whatever was most convinent. Axel had it only once, but he drank so many different humans' blood that night that there was no way he could remember whose it was. Axel sighed and bit his tounge, knowing that he needed to keep his thirst down and not go crazy.

When the subway finally did come to a hault, Axel rushed out of the crowded station, hiding the fangs that were now out and resting on his lips. Axel dashed into an alleyway, struggling to gain control over his body. He could feel his savagery coming out in a last desperate attempt to gain the required meal. "Just let me do it," Axel tried to tell himself, but he wasn't listening. When he heard the back-door close as someone walked out, Axel quickly turned to the human and pinned her against the wall.

Axel came back. It wasn't an amazing control of will. It wasn't the blood finally reaching Axel's lips. No, it was a hard kick in the groin. "Fuck..." Axel groaned, clutched his throbbing crotch. "Why'd ya have to kick me?" Axel looked up at the resistant human, his fangs bared in a snarl at the girl who, surprisingly, didn't scream or try to run yet.

"You're the one who assaulted me," the girl put her hands on her hips as she glared at the vampire, not noticing the pointed canines.

"So?" Axel stood up straight, his composure recovered, "You are my prey after all." Axel looked straight into the girl's blue-green eyes, his "seduction powers" coming into affect. "I can't help wanting you," Axel's lips parted lightly as he approached the girl, his eyes narrowed in on their prey. "You can either comply or..." Axel licked his lips, "I'll just take what I want." Axel grabbed the girl's wrists and pinned them abover her head against the wall. The girl looked up at Axel in confusion, which quickly turned into anger. BAM

Two times in one night. Axel's not gonna be able to make babies anymore.

The girl stomped off angrily, not noticing a tiny book on the ground. Truth be told, the only reason Axel noticed was because he was eye-level with it. Axel sighed and stood up, thankful that "healing" was on the list of vampiric powers. Axel leaned over and reached for the little book, opening it up. Axel looked through the book, smirking at it's contents.

Inside the front cover was a picture of the girl Axel attempted to feed off of. Her face was set off in a scowl as the camera flashed, her hair just as strangely-buggish as it was when she fought Axel. Axel red the student handbook, just now noticing how young the girl was, as well as the uniform. "Well, I suppose Hart Acedemy is as good a place as any to look for vampires." Axel looked at the booklet again, "Larxene... the girl with no last name." Axel grinned, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight, "You really are an enigma. Your blood must be delicious."