A/N: I'm terribly sorry that I haven't been working on writing for awhile. Unfortunately, that was because I accidentally spilled water on my keyboard and the whole top row of keys don't work and my period key is mushy. How did I type anything you ask? By copying and pasting…this is a huge pain when 4 out of 5 vowels are on the top row. I've got good news and bad news…bad news…my keyboard is still wrecked…but the good news is, I just saved hundreds of dollars by switching to Geico! No I'm just kidding…I don't need car insurance. I don't even have a car. What really happened is, I got to use my dad's computer for a bit to type stuff up. But I can't use his computer all the time, only when he's not using it…so…hopefully new keyboards don't cost a lot.
Disclaimer: Who created Star Ocean anyway? It certainly wasn't me.
Fayt had spent most of his life without fiends, hiding from society. Within a month he had reached the edge of the forest and began to explore in new directions. One side of the forest bordered on a small playground next to a town. Children were always playing on the swings with their friends and it made Fayt feel even lonelier.
Fayt knew it was risky, but he couldn't stand to be alone anymore. A young family with a boy about Fayt's age was camping in the woods. Fayt watched them for a few days before he made his move. He approached the boy, who introduced himself as Robert. Fayt and Robert spent the whole week of the camping trip together. Robert was a quiet, studious boy who enjoyed learning about the local wildlife from Fayt Before long, they were almost friends
Knowing Robert's unemotional, scientific detachment, Fayt felt he could confide his secret to Robert. He would not get hysterical or panic learning that Fayt was an energy vampire. So at the end of the week, Fayt told Robert everything. Robert listened and didn't judge Fayt. He seemed to merely take a scientific interest. Robert's home was close to the campsite. He promised to take food to Fayt and occasionally invite him over to his house so the boy wouldn't starve. His only condition was that Fayt had to promise never to kiss him. Fayt readily agreed.
But by his twelfth birthday, everything changed. Fayt's condition worsened as he went through puberty. His metabolism slowly began to change. He could no longer survive only on food. Kissing was no longer optional. It was necessary.
Fayt entered a phase of dangerous night activities. He would break into people's homes late at night while they were sleeping. The people would not notice a little energy loss if they were asleep, especially since it was replenished within the hour by their own bodies.
However, Robert's mother soon realized that Fayt was an orphan and insisted he stay at their home. Fayt was given his own room right next door to Robert's parents. The nighttime adventures were ended. Fayt was forced to kiss Robert.
Robert's calm tolerance turned into open revulsion. Not only did he kick Fayt out of his house, but he actually alerted the authorities. Fayt had lost his only friend and now he was back on the run.
Fayt resurfaced on the other side of the forest in a nature park around the forest boundaries. It was near a large, sprawling city, so there would be plenty of victims for Fayt to feed on.
Fayt chose a huge oak tree as his usual spot in the park. He sat there day after day, hugging his knees to his chest, lonely and bored out of his mind. He had no job, no car, no friends, nothing to do. Occasionally, a young couple would come by and ask Fayt if he minded if they sat on the other side of the tree. Fayt didn't mind at all. However, if the shrieks and giggling got too much for him to handle, he would get up and walk around until the flushed and disheveled couple thanked him and moved on. Unfortunately for Fayt, it was a very popular park for lovers.
Fayt interacted very little with society outside of the park except to buy new clothes with a few dollars he had stolen from victims. Each time, it was a very traumatic experience for Fayt. He worried constantly that someone would know he had stolen money or they would be able to tell he was a vampire just by looking at him. He was a criminal hiding in pain sight, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. It would have been easier to hide in the forest all day, where there was no need to make sue his clothes looked decent. However, the forest was dark and cold and filled with wild animals. The oak tree was a much safer place.
So there Fayt sat, brooding about his father. It was possible Mr. Leingod was still alive, that the agents had missed, or that he was injured, but still alive, but both scenarios were doubtful. They were special trained men with powerful guns that shot to kill. And even if his father was till alive, Fayt could not go back. They were probably still searching for him.
As Fayt reflected on how he was constantly being hunted, he noticed another lone man settling down on the side of the tree barely a foot from Fayt. He did not speak to Fayt and Fayt made no move to starting a conversation. He simply watched the newcomer out of the corner of his eye as the man relaxed, stretching out his legs and leaning back against the tree.
Fayt was puzzled by his lack of companionship. Most people traveled in couples. It couldn't be because of his looks. He was tall, a little skinny, but in good shape.
Fayt was startled when the man jerked slightly as a bird flew over. His nearly shoulder length black hair with blonde tips fell out of his face and Fayt could see his deep crimson eyes. Fayt's eyes slid over his clothes, becoming even more unnerved. He took in the other man's tight gray t-shirt, the black trench coat, black bondage pants, and black combat boots. That was slightly worrying in itself, but what really worried Fayt were the silver cross around the man's neck and the knife on a loop on his pants.
Oh crud, Fayt though. He's a vampire hunter.
