And the nonsense continues. And a big stereotype is in this chapter. So those who believe in Jesus, use caution when reading . . .
Chapter VII: Who Demyx Really Was
As Sora ran through the papers and stuff, the sun started to rise. With a yawn and a diary in his hand, Sora laid down on the bed and closed his eyes. He was just on the brink of sleep when the officer and the Sherrie woman walked into the room.
"Sora, it's time to wake up." She shook Sora's arm. Sora groaned and rolled over onto his other side. "Sora." A low growl escaped from Sora's throat. The officer grabbed his wife away from Sora and the two hurried back into the hall. Sora glared over his shoulder at the door then went back to sleep.
"See, what did I tell you?" The officer whispered as his wife's eyes filled with tears.
"He can't be. He just can't be." She cried as her husband took her in his arms.
Later that night, Sora woke up feeling a hint of déjà vu. He felt groggy, and he knew why. He hadn't had anything to eat since the other night and he was really hungry. It felt like needles were sticking him into the stomach.
Slowly Sora got up and left the room. He went down stairs and over to the kitchen. Just outside the kitchen, Sora felt a strong energy. It was powerful and vaguely familiar. Sora shrugged it off and walked into the kitchen to be met by at least seven people, all of which were dressed in religious type of clothing. They were all looking at him as if he had just died and came back to life.
"Good, you're awake." The Sherrie lady said hugging him. "Oh, I'm so glad you're ok."
"And you are who?" Sora asked backing away from her.
She looked at him with grateful eyes. "I'm your mother, remember?" Sora just shook his head. He looked around at the people, looking for a blond mullet-head, but none of them were.
But then Sora's attention was drawn to a man wearing a black hood and robe in the back the room. That energy, this man was the one releasing it. Who was it?
"Sora!" Another man wearing a black rode stole Sora's attention from the hooded man. "It's great to see you're not hurt. Thank the lord."
"What lord?" Sora asked and the room fell silent. "What?"
"It's nothing." A deep voice said from the corner with the hooded man. "So seem to have forgotten much. Don't fret, young one; the time will come when your memories return." The figure walked up to Sora and placed his hand on Sora's shoulder. "Give it time." Sora nodded. He then looked at the other people in the kitchen. They all had hopeful expressions on their faces.
Slowly, Sora went back upstairs. When he opened the door he found a deep red jar-like bottle. He shut the door and picked up the bottle. Opening the jar and the rich aroma suffocated Sora with its grip. He knew this scent and gulped it down. It was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. The cold liquid ran down his throat like an intense orgasm. Sora savored every drop and licked the opening of the jar clean. The thought did come to him about where it came from, but he really didn't care.
After his blood drinking orgy, Sora went back to his search through his old life. . .
A week later. . .
"School?" Sora asked looking at the pamphlet.
"Yes. You've been going there every since you were in preschool. All your friends go there too." The Sherrie lady said as she handed Sora a picture of him and ten other people. He was in the center of a crowd of guys who looked like they'd be Loran's best friend or next meal. And it didn't take him long to find something missing.
"Where's Demyx?" Sora asked tossing the picture over to the other side of the table.
Sherrie picked it up and glared at it like it was insulting somehow. "Sora, honey, you and Demyx aren't friends anymore."
Sora leaned back in his and crossed his arms. "Bull shit." Sora said matter of factually. "I know you're lying. You're just saying that because you found out that Demyx was gay and that we were in a relationship, and you're just letting your religious beliefs get in your way of better judgment." Sora met Sherrie's eyes. She couldn't place it, but she could sense something different about Sora. He wasn't the little boy she knew. No, that boy was dead and never coming back.
She was scared. Sora became very aware of it when she spoke. "You've never spoken to me like that before." Her voice was shaking and she stepped back as Sora got up.
"That was before I got common sense knocked into me." He nearly growled and left the room. He marched up the stairs to get changed. Once he got his shirt off, his bedroom door opened and the police officer walked into the room.
"Why is your mother upset?" he demanded.
"I have no idea. I just want to go back to sleep, but you two are dragging me to this mental institution." Sora said plopping on the bed.
"Well you can't! You have school. Now come on and get dressed." He said handing Sora his school uniform.
"Now thanks." Sora said rolling on his side. "Besides, Marly would kill me if I wore that."
"Who?" Sora groaned and sat up.
"My guardian and the person I want to live with." Sora said crossing his arms and narrowing his gaze. "But hey, what do you care?" He fell back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling.
"Will you stop that? All you've done for the past week is complain! This is your home! This is where you belong! You're staying here! Now get dressed!" The officer demanded. "And whatever those people did to you, it was bad!"
"Bad, right. Making friends is really bad." Sora said stubbornly.
"Sora, friends don't do what they-"
"What did they do? What did they fucking do?" Sora demanded. "They were nothing but kind and loving. All they did was help me!" Sora yelled.
The officer was silent. "Ok, fine. Just get changed and down stairs it ten minutes."
"Why? I'm already changed." Sora grabbed his back and stepped pasted the officer and out of the room into the hall. He did this kind of stuff on purpose just to irritate the hell out of everyone. With a spinning head, the officer drove Sora to this church like building. After parking the car, he led Sora inside. As they entered, Sora was met with a lot of stares and smiles. He ignored them all and scanned the halls for one particular person, who he couldn't find. . .
It was a good two hours of sitting in the principal's office before Sora was allowed to go off on his own. But he wasn't really alone. Some kids that claimed to be his friends would show him around and try to knock information out of him. The morning was pretty boring, mainly because he was tired and wanted to sleep. It was really boring sitting in the bible study class. Sora couldn't seem to shake off the feeling that everything the teacher was talking about wasn't entirely true. Then again, he was a vampire. Bibles and vampires don't really mix. With a yawn, Sora laid his head on the table over his arms and closed his eyes.
"Sora, hey. You can't really sleep during this class." Sora looked over to the guy who was shaking his shoulder. It was one of the guys that were in the picture. He was a blond, and he had blue eyes . . . was this Demyx? Sora looked at his hair style, buzz cut. Not Demyx. Sora sighed and closed his eyes again. "Sora."
"Just leave me alone." Sora groaned.
"Do you want to fail? You have a lot of catching up to do." He said. Sora shot a glare at him and he flinched.
"Just shut up. What I do is none of your business." The guy made a face that made the white flash appear before his eyes. It was the one vision of the night of his death. He got a clear image of his main attackers face. . . And some voices:
"Mitch, please don't!" Sora pleaded, but that's when he got the bat swung at his head. He fell to the ground and the gang started to really beat him up.
"Shut up, fag!" The one called Mitch said kicking Sora's mid abdomen breaking his ribs. The abuse got worse as Sora started spiting up blood. None of them cared that he was dying. In fact, that's what they really wanted. . .
Sora sat up staring at the blond. "Mitch. . ." Sora whispered as if the wind was knocked out of him. Mitch cocked an eyebrow. At that moment the bell rang and Sora was out the door before anyone was out of their seats. He wanted to put as much distance as he could between him and Mitch, only to fail as the kid caught up.
"Sora!" Sora turned around and glared at him.
"What do you want you bastard?"
"Wo, strong language." Mitch tried to joke, but Sora wasn't laughing. "So, you remember me?"
"And what you did." Sora said coldly and shook his head. "Stay away from me." He growled and continued to walk down the hall.
"Wait. What do you that you remember what I did?" Mitch seemed a bit mad, but that wasn't anything to Sora's anger.
Sora grabbed Mitch by the collar and slammed him into the nearby lockers with his unnatural strength. "You tried to kill me and Demyx. You knocked out my memory. You made me forget who I was. You're the reason I'm in this whole fucking mess!" Everyone in the hall stopped and looked at Sora. "It's your fault . . . You asshole!" With a quick jerk, Sora pulled Mitch over his shoulder and threw to the other side of the hall into the lockers. Mitch hit the lockers with a clang. Sora was breathing hard and was slightly shaking.
Sora looked away and continued down the hall. He went down the hall and out the one of the side doors. It was slightly cold out and cloudy. With a deep breath, Sora sat down at an outside table and put his head down. Maybe he should have waited before lashing out like that. But he couldn't control himself. But why? Why was he acting like this? What was wrong with him?
He didn't know how long he sat there for. He didn't look up once while he sat there till he heard a bang and angry marching footsteps heading towards him. He looked up to find the officer and the head master off the school. They walked over to him and sat down at the table. "Sora-"
"Don't. Start. With. Me!" Sora warned pointing at them and stormed away back into the school, more like institution. He moped through the halls. His head was foggy and he was grouchy. So much so that he didn't notice than he tripped over something hit he hit the floor. He looked up to see a kid squatting on the floor picking up books. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." The kid was blond and had his back to him.
"Don't worry about it." He said picking up his books. Sora knelt down next to him and started to pick up some papers. "You don't have to-"
"It's not a big deal." Sora said. He stood up and handed the kid his papers and noticed that one fell again. Sora bent down and grabbed it. It was a news paper, front page. It was an article announcing Sora's return. He looked it over than looked up at the kid. "Have . . . have we met before?"
The kid kept his gaze low. "No . . . I can't say we have." His voice was shallow, as if it was a punch in the gut for him to say. "I'm sorry. . . I've got to go!"
"Demyx, wait!" Sora grabbed the kid's arm as he went to pass him. The kid turned to look at Sora. He was crying. He had been crying. Sora knew that and could see he second he turned his back, the kid would start again.
"I thought . . . I thought you lost your memory. . ." Demyx whispered wiping his eyes.
"I did . . . And I still don't know a lot of things. But I didn't forget you." Sora smiled hugging Demyx's arm. "I've been looking for you." With a breath, Demyx dropped everything and held tightly onto Sora.
"I can't tell you how much I've missed you." Demyx whispered with a trembling lip.
"I've missed you to, DemDem." Demyx was really relieved to hear his old nickname. He ran his hand through Sora's hair. Demyx's touch made Sora, for the first time, feel somewhat whole. For the past year Sora had been searching, and now he finally got an answer. He had finally got part of his life, part of himself back that had been lost. And it felt nice.
"Demyx!" And someone always has to ruin it. The officer and the headmaster came storming into the happy scene about to rip Sora from Demyx.
"I told you once before. Don't touch me!" Sora growled.
"Sorry Sora, but Demyx and had this talk before. We don't need him influencing you to go against God's will." The headmaster said matter of factually.
Sora grinned. "Who said he was influencing me?" Sora crossed his arms. "Maybe I like being touched sexually by other men. Maybe you need to get a rain check on the real world. Do any of you people ever think about this kind stuff, or-"
"Don't finish that." Demyx said squatting down to repack up his books and papers.
"Yes, don't. And since when do you talk to your elders like that?" The head master demanded.
Sora looked back at him. "Who? Me or the person you think is me?" Sora asked. "Think about that." Sora said turning his back to walk down the hall. With one last look back, Demyx turned to fallow.
"Wait, where are you going?" The officer asked.
"Well, my class is that way." Demyx said pointing in Sora direction. "I'm late enough, so we can talk about it when I'm in your office in a few minutes." Demyx said heading down the hall to catch up with Sora. When they were out of ear shot, Demyx stopped Sora. "So, where have you been?" Demyx asked.
Sora looked around and smiled. "Want to play hooky?"
"Why not?" Sora smiled and grabbed Demyx's hand leading him out another side door. Once outside, Sora noticed a small wooded area. The two hid in it away from any spying eyes. Once they were in a safe enough stop, Demyx sat down and Sora sat next to him. "It's been a long while since I did that." Demyx said looking back at the mental institution.
"How long ago was that?" Sora asked. Demyx looked as if the question was a kick in the gut.
"The night you disappeared." Sora lowered his head. He recalled nearly everything that happened that night.
"Demyx, what happened that night to cause what happened to happen?"
Demyx sighed. "You and I just being together. I forget who it was, but I know it was the asshole jocks."
"It was Mitch, I know that much." Sora said rubbing his temple, which wasn't hurting oddly. Demyx placed his hand on top of Sora's and Sora looked up at him.
"So, where have you been?" Sora sighed. How could he explain everything to a person who knew nothing of life outside this world? It he just came out with the truth, would Demyx believe him? There was only one to prove that no matter what Sora said, he was telling the truth.
"Demyx, take off your shirt."
"What?" Demyx cocked his eyes in surprise.
"Shirt. Off. Now." Sora demanded.
"Ok." Demyx took off his backpack, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. "Why did I have to do that?"
"You see." Sora said while he started to caress Demyx's chest. Sora's skin was completely white compared to Demyx's. Sora's touch sent chills down Demyx's spine. There was just something different about the way Sora was acting. He knew Sora was scared out of his wits when it came to doing anything sexual, but that fear wasn't there. But Demyx's not knowing of Sora's new nature didn't know that this wasn't really sexual. As Sora got closer to Demyx, Demyx's heartbeat got louder and louder. He noticed the jugular and his mouth started watering.
Slowly, Sora sank his fangs into Demyx's neck. Demyx went wide eyed and gasped at the sudden pain. He felt oddly pleasured as Sora started swallowing mouth-fulls of his blood. Sora seemed to love this feeling he got from it and drank slowly. He loved the feeling of this fresh warm blood running down his throat. It was a lot better than blood they drank back home. Sora instinctively straddled Demyx's waist feeling the arousal in Demyx's pants. It was all too exciting. The blood plus arousal was too much for the still young fledgling. Just after Demyx took Sora into an embrace, Sora pasted out. . .
A week ago. . .
"Zexion Deven!" Marly shouted as he burst through the front doors all dramatically.
Zexion amazingly was still awake. "I knew you'd stop by Marluxia. How long have you known?"
"About Roxas and Axel, nearly a year." Marly said coldly.
"And you didn't say anything?" Zexion demanded standing up from his fancy chair.
"Roxas didn't want me to! Besides, it wasn't my place, and I protecting my fledgling!" Marly shouted. "I some responsibility, since Axel is my fledgling. But, since Roxas is your son, you are also partly responsibly. And for believing a mating could be promised, you should be ashamed." Zexion went silent. He knew Marly was right. "As the All Knowing, you should know better. Now, for the real reason I'm here. Axel has lost his only brother for this new life, and now he's lost Roxas. So, in his depression, he's sneaking out and feeding on humans." Zexion's eyes widened. "Now put that on your conscience." Marly left Zexion to himself. Once Marly was out of the house, he hunch over the fountain as if he was going to be sick. He was flooded with too many emotions. It had been years since he stepped foot in that house. He hated being raised there, and he hates being near it. . .
Back to Sora and Demyx . . .
When Sora woke up, he was in a dimly lit room. He covered with a heavy blanket and in a bed. He sat up and realized he was in a bunk bed. He had hit his head on the top bunk. "Ah! Déjà vu." Sora sat up slowly this time.
"You alright?" Demyx asked walking over to the bed.
"Yeah . . . Axel has the same kind of bed, some I'm kinda use to this." Sora smirked rubbing his head.
"Axel? You know where he is?" Demyx went wide eyed.
"Yeah. He's my roommate." Sora said. "How is he related to you?" Demyx gulped and looked away from Sora. "He's my older brother . . . I guess you don't remember. . . I spent weeks trying to find him. . . That's how we met." Sora looked at him waiting for him to continue. "It was about six years ago. I was just ten-years-old. Axel had just tucked me in bed, since Mom and Dad never did, and told me he'd be back in a little while. I said good night and went to sleep. . . Then later that night he yanked me out of bed and told me to be brave and to watch my back, and that'd he'd be back someday to get me out of here. . . I regret not understanding what he meant. It wasn't until morning that it hit me, and it hit hard."
Sora was quiet. Now he understood why Axel saved him. He reminded Axel of Demyx, a helpless child who needed guidance. "Well, I can tell you this, when he comes for you, you'll love where you're going. Even though you will be really jumpy." Sora smiled at him.
"That reminds me." Demyx swallowed hard. "Are you really a-um-"
"Vampire? Yeah, I was changed a year ago after the beating." Sora explained. "That's why I went missing. I've been living with Axel, who isn't the neatest person."
"Yeah, he's not." Demyx smiled. "I take after him. I just cleaned to keep my old man from finding my food money."
"Oh. And Marluxia." Sora started to laugh. "He's the best mommy ever. It's so fucking amazing there."
"How fucking amazing?" Demyx asked lying down next to Sora.
"I can drink all I want, and don't have to be twenty-one." Sora smiled cuddling up next to Demyx. Then a thought accrued to him. "DemDem, who am I?"
"Sora, the only child of a well known religious family. You're also a rebellious teen who's turning against what his parents raised him to believe." Demyx kissed Sora's forehead. "You're also the only one who was there for me when Axel left."
"And what are you to me?" Demyx and Sora locked eyes. Demyx gently stroked Sora's cheek and instantly, but slowly, their lips met. Everything Sora had, everything he felt, was in that kiss. He could also feel the loyalty from Demyx. All Sora could sense of Demyx was that he just wanted to love something and that something to love him. It was nothing like Riku made him feel. The only thing Riku had on his mind was sex and blood. Riku . . . The same Riku who broke Sora' trust had nothing on this. . .
Demyx feeling that something was wrong, held Sora as, for the first time, cried over Riku raping him. This was something Riku would never do. . .