To those idiots who probally think that the pervious chapter is still an author's note.... it isn't. i switched it with the real chpater 8 once i had my question answered. So in order to understand this chapter, you will have to go back.......... Sorry everyone!!!!!

Chapter 9:

The kitchen had a planked wooden floor. The counters were black and the cabinets were made of the same type of wood the floor was. Everything was in order and in place. There were books in this room as well. The books were next to the entrance to the room.

"Take what you want. Like I said, there's probably not much, but whatever there is, it's welcome to you." Zexion spoke as he gestured around the kitchen. "I'm going to finish up my math." With those parting words he returned to the living room to work. I was worded about him not eating; I mean he still looked sick despite his attempts to tell me he was fine. However I knew he wouldn't go of it so I stared blankly at the door way wishing he would let me care about his wellbeing, before turning my attention to the bread box and refrigerator.

The bread smelled fresh, and didn't have any mold on it, so I figured it was safe. Some ham I had found in the refrigerator seemed okay as well, so I ate two ham sandwiches. I washed the dish I used and returned it to the cabinet I found it in. Then I went out the living room, to find the work had been stacked neatly on the table and Zexion snoozing slightly on the couch. It was good he was sleeping, he was sick, but as I stepped closer to him, I encountered a problem.

A blush spread across my features as I looked down at him. He looked so innocent… the way his hair fell over his face, his eyes shut in peace, and his chest moving ever so slightly with each breath he took. He moaned a little and shifted his position, subconsciously burying himself into the plush cushions.

Without really thinking, I reached down and carefully touched a lock of Zexion's uniquely colored hair. It was soft… not like a rabbit or puppy kind of soft, but like a silky soft. I sat there petting his hair for a few seconds before he started to wake. Finally realizing what I was doing, I dropped the hair I had and stumbled back, almost hitting the table. I could feel a massive blush spreading on my face.

Zexion woke and looked at me; I could tell he was still sleepy. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. He looked so cute like that. The moment I thought it, my blush grew. Zexion focused on me and he paled. A strange look crossed over his visible eye, but he shook his head and it disappeared.

"Just I was more tired than I thought…" he muttered.

"Maybe we should just go to sleep? I mean, I'll probably be wanted tomorrow, since its Saturday, so the earlier we go t bed the earlier we get up, right?" Zexion nodded and stood up off the couch.

"Come on, I'll show you my room." He then walked briskly towards the stairs and up it. I followed as quickly as I could, but once I was upstairs I had lost sight of Zexion. The upstairs hallways were a labyrinth, and it wasn't until I was down some dark, creepy, spider-web filled hallway that I realized I was lost.

I felt something breathing down my back, I quickly turned. Nothing. I now remembered why I hated scary houses and movies. The person always gets lost, and then they hear a noise behind them and then they turn, and see nothing. Then they turn back around to be face to face with some sort of demonic creature. So now I walked back they way I came, I wasn't going to be those stupid idiots who turn back around and get killed. Not that I thought there would be anything to kill me anyways….

I just about screamed when I felt someone touch me from behind. I whirled around to face… nothing. Fuck the movies… their just movies… I turned back around. Something was there!!!!! I screamed while Zexion achieved a bemused facial expression. His smile was only a smirk, but his eye was full of laughter.

"Could you find any easier way to make me deaf? I have enhanced hearing."

"Don't. Ever. Do. That. To. Me. Again!" I gasped out, trying to regain all the air I lost in my high pitch girly scream. My hand was placed against my heart and I could feel it racing. I was leaning on the wall, ignoring the creepy spider webs. More laughter showed in his eye, I found myself wishing that I could see him like this always. I banished the thoughts… I had them enough during school; I didn't need them now, especially with what had happened downstairs with Zexion's hair.

I finally returned to normal, and noticed that although laughter was still in Zexion's eye and a faint smile on his lips, that he was paler than before and breathing more deeply. He was only a little a ways from how I had found him, and that worried me.

"Zexion… you don't look to good." I regretted the words as they left my mouth. The smile faded and the laughter disappeared.

"I'm fine, Demyx. Now come on, I'm tired and my bedroom isn't that far away." He turned on his heel and walked down the hall. I followed him very quickly. We finally stopped outside of a door. He opened said door and let me in first.

"Zexion, what's wrong?" I pleaded as I entered the room. Zexion sighed.

"I'd rather not say." I looked around as he spoke. His room was quite depressing. The walls were painted a dark, sinister blue color and the drapes, which were black, blended in with the walls it was hard to tell them apart. The bed was pure black, from the looks of it, satin. The dressers and night stand were made out of some type of dark colored wood. Zexion gestured to his bed, and I sat down on it.

"Fine… I'll uh… guess!" Even in the dim lighting of the room (there was a lamp on with a black light bulb) I could see him quirk an eye brow.

"Be my guest."

"Well… I think…" What did I think? He was very similar to how I had first found him, thus stating he needed blood. Vampires hunt for blood, right? "Hunting not going good." Zexion gave me a look, but other than that, he gave no reply.

"Zexion, am I right?" Still no response. "I am right, aren't I. that's why you aren't replying." He looked off to the side. "Zexion!" I knew I was getting angry at him. I wanted to help him, care for him….. I want to love him. He just wouldn't let me. He jerked and looked back at me. I had never used a tone of anger like that with him. "Why won't you let me in? I want to help you!" A frown crossed his features and before I could blink I was down on the bed, with him on top of me.

"You want to help me? Let me show you what happens to people who try to help me, who try to get in." He whispered harshly in my ear. I felt fear arise within me. He could kill me, and I knew it. After all, he had killed all those others, but at least if I did die, I would die helping him.

I felt pain on my neck and I gasped. I screwed my eyes shut gritting my teeth. My breathing became labored. This wasn't the gentle approach he had done when I first found him. Not that I had expected it.

Then as quickly the pain had come, it was gone and replaced by other sensations. The feel of Zexion pressed up against me, how our bodies seemed to fir together. His arms that he had managed to wrap around me, to embrace me. The feel of his lips on my skin, and an elated pleasure that slowed through my veins as he took my lifeline. I felt myself relax, and then Zexion's embrace was replaced by one from sweet darkness.

I want Zexy's bedroom... unfortunatly i'm not allowed dark colors in my room. seriously, i want my roomto be green, it has to be like a light pea green color. Yuck! so i settled for a baby blue although theres too much blue in the house already. oh well.......

Oh and to let you guys know... i have a lot of friends who are currently mad at me cuz i keep focusing on thhis story.... but i told them i hvan't posted in liek forever, so they let me off the hook! so be happy with thos chapter, and ........

For one I'm gonna be a review nazi (I am part German.....) I demand 2 reviews!!