"Where is Aeris?" I asked.  Somehow deep inside of me I felt as though Sephiroth was responsible for her disappearance.  He narrowed his eyes at me.

            "Who is this Aeris that you speak of?  And more importantly, why would I care?"  He leaned back against the wall casually and kept looking at me.  His eyes were so deep and they seemed to glow.  Now I did believe it.  The papers had told the truth about him.  But if that was true, was it also true about the…

            "Enough about your foolish questions.  I have to time for you", he said interrupting my thoughts.  "I'll give you one more chance.  Leave with your life or stay and suffer."

            I must not have understood what powers he truly had or what he could do to me through a simple thought but I just stood there.  Even then I was waiting for the events of the past days to sink in so I could finally feel reality's cold awakening.  But until that really happened I had to deal with the current situation.  I asked again.

            "Where is she?  I know you did something to her.  I will not wait until you write about her in your mindless ramblings in your papers!"

            His eyes widened and the look he had made my courage falter a little more.  Apparently I hit one of his bad nerves.  But if I were him, I wouldn't be so surprised.  I wouldn't leave my written thoughts scattered around for all to see.  He scanned my mind to see how much I really learned.

            "Well…you have just chosen your fate young servant.  Since you have read how it's like to be a vampire, you may now know how it is to live like one."

            As he finished, he sped towards me faster than I've ever seen anything move and pushed his sword though my neck.  My legs collapsed below me but he held me up with the blade.  The pain worsened with each second he held me and I listened to my own blood pour onto the brick floor below my feet.  I couldn't cry out from the pain because of the wound and I was forced to take all his punishment.  After I lost most of my blood he ripped the sword out of me and I fell, hitting my head against the hard floor in the process.  I blacked out instantly in a pool of my own deep crimson blood.

            I woke up about an hour later to the echoing sounds of Sephiroth's laughter inside my head.  I opened my eyes and thought if what I had experienced was real.  I should be dead.  But I felt no pain.  I stood up and looked around.  Surprisingly my eyes focused well in the darkness of the room.  I had blood on my clothes but the pool on the floor was gone.  I felt for the wound in my neck but that too was gone.  I began to doubt my own sanity and I quickly searched for a mirror.  I found a broken shard of one and I gazed into it.  A being with cold eyes and pale skin looked back at me.  It didn't surprise me at all.  I sighed and kept looking at all the features of my face.  I soon noticed the tiny drops of blood on my lips and I thought back to Sephiroth's papers.  About how a vampire is made.  I would have to drink Sephiroth's blood in the process.

            I shuttered with the thought of it.  I looked at the small mirror in my hands and decided to test what I could do.  I crushed it in my hands and let the tiny, diamond-like pieces fall to the floor.  Too easy.  I didn't even draw blood from the cuts on my hands.  I guess I felt a little insanity creep up on me around then.  I felt like nothing mattered anymore and I had nothing else to lose.  I had no limits.  I could do everything Sephiroth could do.  And maybe now I'll be able to find out what the hell actually happened around here easier.

            I walked to the doorway and thought to myself.  I'll deal with Sephiroth soon but for now I must find out what powers and weaknesses I truly have now.

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Ok, this is a short chapter.  I know it took long enough but I'm pretty busy with a lot of stuff.  I also have to work now so yeah…  Anyway, tell me what you think of my horrible story.  I hope I get better someday…