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II.

New Arrival

After Zexion said that, he and Demyx continued in silence through the dark halls. Xion was no longer unconscious- she was now deeply asleep, though.

"I wonder what Vexen's going to think," the blonde murmured.

"I'm sure he's seen much worse. Vexen may appear frazzled and stressed… and he is, but he can really pull through tough situations."

Demyx looked confused. Zexion hardly talked anymore than necessary. "Zexion… what's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said. Zexion liked reading a lot of plays- tragedies, more specifically. Demyx watched him sometimes in the dorm, shaking his head and smirking at the page. But he'd also learned to be a good actor from them.

Demyx knew he was lying, though. The two had known each other for so long. "Zexion, please, tell me."

The illusionist shook his head. "You'll find out about it soon enough, Demyx. Just please concentrate on what we're doing here."

"I'm carrying her to the infirmary. It's not that hard," Demyx almost snapped.

Naturally, because he was half-vampire, Demyx was a bit smarter than the average human, but he hated it when people talked down to him because of his kind.

Saïx must have warned Vexen of their arrival, because he was ready for them, standing at the door in his heavy white coat.

"This way," he said automatically, and the two teens followed him to a bed back towards the windows. Demyx set her down and Vexen unwrapped the necktie from around Xion's neck.

"I presume Xemnas told you all about it?" Zexion said.

"Yes, all I ever wanted to know and more." Vexen fixed his bright green eyes on Demyx. They always reminded the blonde of very strong chemicals because of their almost unnatural color. "How long has she been unconscious?"

"A little under ten minutes. She fell asleep not long after that, though."

"Good." Vexen gestured vaguely to some cabinets in the background. "Get me some gauze and disinfectant, Zexion." He touched the fang marks on her neck. "You're also going to have to wipe her memory. "Wait… what's this?" He brushed back the girl's collar, and in her sleep she shuddered at his cold touch.

"…I was wondering about that," Demyx murmured. "It looks familiar, but I can't name where."

Vexen turned to him, suddenly furious. "How can you not remember? You've lived on campus almost all your life! Why didn't you tell me about this as soon as you got in?"

"Because that was about thirty seconds ago!" The blonde defended.

"Vexen, leave him be. Most vampires these days are born into it. We never see these marks anymore," Zexion said, handing over what Vexen had asked him for. "It's my fault for not seeing it earlier and telling Saïx."

"Oh… well, yes, I suppose it is," he muttered, applying the disinfectant with a cotton ball. Xion couldn't feel the sting of alcohol- Vexen had a strange sort of power that could numb pain with a single touch. But as soon as Zexion took the blame, he was suddenly more laid back. In his eyes, the younger boy could do nothing wrong. According to Vexen, though, Demyx was all wrong, down to his genes, though the scientist had tried to stress that he meant that in a good way. Demyx was a good experiment.

Demyx had figured it out quickly, though. From what the others had said, he suddenly remembered what that mark meant. "She's going to be a vampire," he murmured, hand unconsciously going to his throat.

"Yes," Vexen said in a voice equally as low. "She'll adjust quick enough, though. They usually do. She might even like it."

What wasn't there to like? Demyx thought. Beauty, intelligence, longer life. There was one eensy-weensy catch, though. You had to either drink blood or take blood tablets, and the first was illegal.

If someone had given Demyx a wish, any wish, it would to be a full vampire. Or at least a full human. He hated being a half-and-half.

Vexen wrapped the bandages around her neck. "Get me a box of blood tablets, Zexion. She'll need them eventually."

Zexion tossed over the box. "I'll be back in a little while. The headmaster wanted me to report in as soon as we got back."

"All right, off with you." He gestured out the door. Demyx turned to leave as well, but Vexen cut him off. "Not you."

Demyx swore under his breath. Vexen often asked him questions, about how he felt, when he had to take blood tablets, how deeply he slept, and things that were even more embarrassing and involved. There had been a short time where Vexen was seriously convinced that Demyx wasn't developed enough sexually. Yeah. It hadn't been a fun time for the blonde.

"You forgot this," Vexen said instead, throwing him his tie. "You might want to bleach it. To get the smell out, I mean."

"Oh, okay." Demyx hoped he didn't sound as relieved as he felt. He turned to leave a second time.

However, Vexen wasn't having that. "Wait. How do you feel?"


Almost an hour later, Demyx was dozing off by Xion's bedside. The girl looked comfortable, curled under various blankets and completely asleep, not aware of her species change yet. The only reason that he was waiting was that he'd gotten a call from Zexion saying that Xemnas wanted him to ask her a few questions about what happened and who had bitten her, because as far as the school knew, none of the vampire students were purebloods, so none of them were venomous. He also wanted Demyx to break the news to Xion- who better than him? Not to mention, Xemnas was sending her sister over to hear it as well. Great.

The only reason Demyx stayed was because he really hated Trig, and that's what he had right then. Vexen had called his teacher and everything.

Right then, Zexion came in with a girl tailing behind him. She was taller, and dressed in the black uniform that signified her humanity. Demyx saw the resemblance between the two sisters right away- the only difference was that this girl's hair had a less spiked look, and her face was rounder, friendlier.

Demyx had seen her before; she had snuck onto the vampire's grounds a bunch of times. He just couldn't remember her name, not without her signature headband.

"Hi!" She greeted, eyes wide and full of energy. "It's weird. I'm used to seeing you in the dark, threatening to give me detention."

"Sorry for waking you, um…" Vexen trailed off.

"Yuffie!" The girl provided automatically. "And it was no biggie, really!"

"Even though it's almost midnight?" Zexion asked, raising an eyebrow.

She waved a hand at him. "Usually I'm still up, practicing in the dojo anyway." She said all this very quickly, and only then did she look at her sister. Concern crossed her face uncharacteristically. "…How is she?" She sat down next to Demyx. "I'm sorry, I know you, but I just keep forgetting your name."

"Demyx," he offered.

She shook his hand jerkily, and then took Xion's. "I keep telling her not to go out at night."

Demyx couldn't help himself. "But you do all the time."

Yuffie grimaced. "Yeah, but I know how to defend myself. All she wants to do is gape at the vampires." Her eyes fell on the bandage around Xion's neck, and she shook her sister's shoulder a little. "Xi, wake up."

Xion blinked groggily and smiled. "Hi, Yuffie. I was waiting for you."

"How you feeling?"

"Tired. And my head hurts."

Zexion looked away guiltily.

Xion squinted and looked at Demyx. "Hey, you're that guy… the halfie …" she strained to sit up, and a pale hand flitted to her throat. "Ugh. I'm thirsty."

Vexen looked at Demyx, giving him a silent cue.

"Look, Xion," he began pathetically, and settled on an impulse. "Do you want some water?" He offered the glass on the nightstand.

She looked confused. "That would help." She took the glass and took a long drink, but quickly spit it out, coughing and sputtering. Yuffie rubbed her back and gave them all a glare.

"What you do to it? Did you vampire freaks poison it?" She asked, automatically on the offensive.

"No. It's just water," Demyx assured her.

Yuffie snatched the glass and took a sip. "…You're right…" She glared harder at Vexen, and Xion, who had stopped coughing so much, looked up. "What did you do to my sister?"

"…She was bitten," Zexion said quietly.

"I don't understand. Who bit her?"

"A vampire," Demyx stated. "Like Vexen and Zexion."

"But vampire bites aren't venomous," she whispered, half furious, half confused.

"The vampire genes are mostly hereditary," Vexen informed her. "Like in Demyx. He's half human, half vampire. But sometimes, when a vampire's blood is absent of any human DNA, they are venomous, and by biting a human, can turn them into a vampire."

"You mean my little sister's a vampire?" Yuffie asked incredulously.

"She will be one in a few weeks," Zexion said.

She laughed a little dryly and relaxed. "That's so cool. For her. She always wanted to be one."

"So you're okay with it?" Demyx asked, surprised by her sudden mood swing.

"Yeah, totally. She won't want to… bite me, will she?"

"Bloodlust is easy to manage on blood tablets," Vexen told her.

"I'm right here," Xion said, voice muffled by Yuffie's shoulder. She had been so silent that they'd forgotten she was there. She sat up from her sister. "So I'm turning into a monster?"

Demyx put his hand over hers and shook his head. "You're not a monster, Xion. You never will be. Vampires aren't monsters. Only the ones that want to kill humans are."

"But I'm thirsty."

"That's okay. It happens to everyone." However rare it was, Demyx liked it when humans were bitten. Right afterwards, when they were about as Changed as he was, he didn't feel so one-of-a-kind. "You'll be okay. Everyone'll help you out."

"I'm scared," she whispered.

"I know. It'll be okay." He smiled.

Xion looked to Vexen. "Can I please have something to drink?"

Zexion smiled and picked up the box of pills. "Okay, so it works like this…"

It took almost two hours to send Xion on her way, clinging to Zexion, who was taking her to transfer to the night class. While the Change happened over a few weeks, it would be best for her to be around other vampires.

Demyx leaned against the wall outside the infirmary, breathing the cold air that was always in these halls. He had a headache. Briefing Xion had taken a lot out of him, oddly enough. Not to mention, he'd had to grill her on what happened the night she was bitten. Unsurprisingly, she said it was all foggy. She'd known Larxene and Seifer's faces, but even though they had taken blood from them, neither were purebloods and couldn't Change a human. She didn't remember who'd bitten her, other than it had happened before the gang found her.

So then shouldn't the venom have been sucked out? He thought. Maybe the pureblood drank from the other side, the one with the mark? Ugh, he couldn't remember anything from Sociology… maybe paying attention might have helped.

"Hey," said a voice from behind him. Demyx looked up to see Yuffie, clutching her school bag. She sat next to him. "Thanks for helping my sister. It means a lot. She's not worried anymore. To her, it's not much of a change."

"Well, it is my job." For some bizarre reason, Demyx blushed.

Yuffie whistled. "My god, today she's a vampire. It's so sudden, you know? Even though this'll probably be better for her, I want to hunt down who did it to her and…" she crushed her fist against her palm and trailed off. "Well… anyway… are you okay?"

"I'm a bit tired," he told her. "It's a long day already, and it barely started."

Yuffie rolled her eyes. "Tell me about it, even though my day's over." She stood up. "Speaking of which… because it's past curfew, can you walk me back? Zexion brought me here."

"Scared you'll be bitten?" Demyx asked, his lame joke falling flat, but Yuffie laughed anyway.

"Heck no. I can send any vampire running for it." He waited for her to provide a reason, but she didn't.

A few days later, Zexion tracked down Demyx during his free period. The two were in different years, so they didn't often see each other during the night. "Xemnas wants you in his office," the younger boy said, toting a large stack of books.

"What for?"

"New student."

"That's what the welcoming committee is for."

Zexion looked at him, like, just go. "He says it's important."

"Okay, okay. I'm going. Happy?"

Zexion rolled his eyes.

As he walked to the headmaster's office, Demyx tied on his armband and groaned. "It has to be during free… it couldn't have been any other time…"

But he was wondering what Xemnas had to tell him. Though the headmaster was his adoptive father and legal guardian since he had been orphaned, Demyx wasn't used to speaking to him as anything other than a headmaster. Xemnas was plenty kind to him, and encouraged them to be friends, but it felt strange, him calling Xemnas out of class.

There had to be another reason. A new student was a new student. The dorm presidents would help them out. Demyx's job was to make sure that the human and vampire classes didn't mix on anything more than a social level, not to show some newbie around… it had to have been something Xemnas told Zexion to get him out of there, but why did the scholar, who was so much smarter than Demyx, believe him?

He knocked once on the door. "Come in," came a deep voice.

Demyx opened the door. "What do you need, headmaster?"

Xemnas's tone was friendly. "You've been my legal son for more than ten years, Demyx. I think you can call me by my first name."

"It's a force of habit," the blonde said, feeling awkward and uncomfortable. "But what is it that couldn't have waited for dinner?"

"We do have a new student, but he's unlike the others," the headmaster said, gesturing to a chair Demyx hadn't noticed before. Sitting in it was a young boy, about the same age as Xion, in the vampire's uniform and staring at both of them blankly. "His parents were pursued by vampire hunters, much like yours. In fact, I'll see you two have a lot in common."

"…Is this a sort of test?" Demyx whispered, feeling that 'joke' might offend the poor boy, if he was listening.

Xemnas shook his head. "The boy's parents were killed by hunters. Ansem found him and brought him here. He's lost all his memories of before."

"So how are we alike?"

"See," Xemnas said, more uncomfortable now, "he'll be joining you on the disciplinary committee."

"But why him? Why not any of the other human or vampire kids… oh…" Demyx gasped, realizing what Xemnas was saying. "So… he's…"

"He's a half-vampire, Demyx," Xemnas told him warmly. "Just like you."

"Well this is a first," the blonde began, feeling slightly dizzy. He sat on the edge of Xemnas's desk. "I thought I was the only one. Aren't human-vampire relationships illegal?"

"They're not illegal, just not recommended. I believe that was the reason why your parents and his were killed, though." Xemnas sighed. "This is not going to sound… kind. But while our school finds your kind a treasure, most of society doesn't."

"No way!" Demyx snapped sarcastically. "I had no idea!"

Xemnas stared at him. "Anyway… the boy forgot his name. He looks a lot like one of the human students, Sora Hikari… so I anagrammed it," Xemnas admitted guiltily. "His name is Roxas."

At the sound of his name the boy in the chair looked over. His eyes weren't so unaware, Demyx thought, than they were unsure. He just didn't know anything. He wasn't stupid.

"Roxas, this is Demyx. You two will be together a lot from now on," Xemnas told him in a slow voice.

"Dem…yx," Roxas said slowly.

"Yes." The headmaster nodded.

"Hello, Roxas," Demyx said, trying to smile.

Roxas stuttered, "hello."

"His vocabulary is building quickly," Xemnas whispered in the blonde's ear. "Only last night he couldn't speak at all, and already he's stringing together sentences."

I could have gotten any other person, Demyx thought almost sourly. Anyone else. And it has to be the middle schooler who can barely speak.

However, he quickly stopped that thought. He'd been hoping since he was little for someone like him, and just as he'd given up on those hopes, here came a half-vampire.

He hoped they could be friends. Demyx had Axel and Zexion, but he couldn't help but feel lonely.

"Why don't you take the rest of the day off to get to know him?" Xemnas offered.

"Well… I've been missing so many classes lately, head… er, Xemnas."

"I think this is a bit more important than that," the headmaster said. "Just show him around. Maybe he'll open up to you."

Yes, Demyx felt like saying, and maybe I'll give birth to a litter of flying kittens.

But instead he heard himself say, "…Alright."


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