A/N: I edited the first chapter because I realized there was a scene where Mae looks into the mirror and marvels at his reflection, and then I realized that he doesn't have a reflection. So I went back and changed that.
Disclaimer: I own Mae! He isn't yours! and um…yeah that's all I own. The rest belongs to their respected owners.
CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT: CHAPTER TWO
Kairi crossed her arms over her binder and walked down the hall to first period, her insides feeling like hot liquid metal in her stomach.
Sora had been so cold to her this morning! He'd acted as if he couldn't even see her, like she was just any other girl, when she knew good and well that that was far from what he really thought.
And somehow, it made Kairi mad. It wasn't that she liked Sora persay, but…well she liked talking to him, and she liked the way she felt when she was with him. She wondered if he was still miffed about what she said about Mae. She actually liked the fact that he got mad. It just showed how much he cared about her.
She turned a corner, nearly pummeling into a group of giggling girls. "Excuse me." She said softly as she passed them.
Down the nearly empty hallway, she realized that she was going to be late. Quickening her speed, she began to break into a run.
And that's when she saw him.
It was Mae, walking quickly with his head down, his arms crossed around a black binder labeled "French II". He looked just as he had the night he'd saved her, with the exception of the lighting was better. In fact he looked even more angelic in the light.
Kairi thought to stop and talk to him, but she was so shocked to see him there, in school of all places, that she walked right past him. The liquid metal in her stomach hardened and morphed into butterflies.
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At lunch, Kairi usually sat with Sora, Riku, Aerith, and friends that would come and go from the same table, everyday. She always sat in between Sora and Tidus, across from Aerith.
Sora knew Kairi was at school, because he'd blown her off that morning. So when lunch was halfway over and Kairi still hadn't showed up at the table, Sora knew something was up.
Riku must have noticed Sora mashing his Cheese Nips into crumbs, because he nudged his knee gently and gave him a look like, "What's up?"
Sora looked away and surveyed the cafeteria for the short crop of auburn hair. It was nowhere to be found.
Sora touched Riku's shoulder and said, "Come on, let's walk around."
They walked out of the lunch room and into the courtyard. Riku sighed and said, "Don't tell me you're worried about where she's at."
Sora shrugged a shoulder, still searching for Kairi's face. "I just want to know why she's not here." He said.
And then he spotted her.
She was leaning up against a small tree, her long white skirt fluttering in the breeze, laughing at something that was obviously very funny. And next to her stood a boy. A boy Sora had seen in the halls before, but had never thought much of. He had platinum, almost white, shaggy hair that he wore very straight and in his eyes. He wore a torn up denim jacket and khakis. He didn't look like anyone else. Sora wondered who he was.
"Who's that with her?" Riku asked, squinting to see the person closer.
"Oh that's just…oh shit." Riku mumbled, realizing the words as the registered together like pieces to a puzzle.
Sora looked at him with wide eyes. "Oh shit what? Who is that?"
Riku looked away from Sora so he wouldn't have to see the expression on his face. "That's Mae."
" What? You mean that guy that she's in love with all the sudden?"Sora exclaimed, shoving Riku's shoulder in his frustration.
Riku shrugged. "It's the only dude named Mae I know, I don't know about you…"
Sora studied the tall, thin boy with almost envy. There was no way he was giving up Kairi to some fag that didn't know how to dress.
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Vincent Valentine was lying on his bed in the luxurious Spanish bedroom, his hand on his stomach, watching Yuffie as she danced about the room while the record played swing music.
"I love it here, it's like living in the past." Yuffie murmered. She seemed lost in thoughts, and Vincent decided not to disturb that. It was rare that Yuffie was ever so peaceful and not stressed.
Yuffie stopped suddenly, her short hair falling messily around her face. "Don't you like it here?"
Vincent ran a hand over the bedspread. "I suppose."
Yuffie grinned and jumped onto the bed beside him. "Tell me you like it here!" She said playfully, laying at his side, with her chin on his chest.
Vincent forced a small smile. "If you like it here, I like it here." He said.
Yuffie grinned, but the light left her face. "You're just saying that. You don't like it here, I can tell. You never want to do anything anymore." Her voice sounded whiny. Vincent hated that voice. That voice meant whatever she wanted, she was going to get.
Vincent shrugged her off and sat up, looking out the window to the brightly lit Spanish street. She could sense that his mind was somewhere else, but he was nearly impossible to read.
"Don't you ever want to know where the rest of our kind are?" He asked softly, partially not intending for her to hear him at all.
Yuffie was used to his "wall talking", and could understand him perfectly. "You mean more vampires."
Vincent nodded. "More immortals. You must know we aren't the only ones."
Yuffie shrugged. "Yeah, of course. But we're okay by ourselves, aren't we? We've got eternity to figure out all the questions we've got about our kind."
Vincent got up and poured some red liquid out of a wine bottle that did not contain wine at all. He put the glass to his lips and sipped it, tasting the rich flavor.
"You may not be so desperate to learn, love. But I have spent 80 years cooped up in a mansion wondering what the hell I was."
Yuffie looked up. "Are you saying you want to leave Spain?"
Vincent shrugged. "I do. But I will stay here until you are ready to move on."
Yuffie's mouth dropped. He had acted like he wanted to stay in Spain with her for a long while, and now he spoke of leaving! She just knew he'd been daydreaming of something else all those weekends in the Spainish boulevards, she could see it in the way he hardly looked at her, as if he wasn't even there.
"And where do you want to travel where you will meet these immortals?" She asked, her voice laced with sarcasm and bitterness.
Vincent looked at her as if she was about three years old, a look she had been seeing quite frequently lately. "Have you read nothing about your kind? All the books speak of immortals in New Orleans. That is where I wish to go."
Yuffie shrugged and walked across the room. "Go for it, then. Just don't expect me to come along." She spat.
Vincent sighed as he knew this statement would begin one of their arguments, one of the many that had come up in the small apartment since they had arrived.
"I didn't expect you to." He said softly, taking another sip of blood, partially hoping she would hear him.
Yuffie stopped and looked at him with a red, angry face. "Well you go then! I'll just go off and find someone else to live with me in Spain, preferably someone sweet, sexy, and male!"
Vincent laughed despite his attempt to keep a straight face. He massaged his temple. "Grow up, darling."
Yuffie walked out of the room with her fists clenched at her side.
Vincent sighed from his chair. On the count of five, he thought. Five, Four, Three, Two…
Yuffie burst back into the room, her face still red as if she were about to strike him. "Fine, I'll go. But only because I love you and I want you to be happy."
Vincent patted his leg, and Yuffie promptly seated herself there and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her face in close to his.
"Chéri, mon coeur est le vôtre." Vincent whispered softly against her ear, and all was well in the lives of the two immortals, for they were so deeply in love.
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Riku sat on the balcony of the second floor of his house, watching the sun set pink and orange over the horizon. He had always liked it out there, so peaceful, where he could just sit in his rocking chair and think about whatever he wanted, without being interrupted. His mother knew when she passed the door to the balcony that that was Riku's alone time, and she never disturbed him. No one ever came onto the balcony except Riku. He had never invited anyone to go out there because it was like it held all his secrets, and it was his and only his, like his heart.
On this night he sat out there, sharing with the evening the secret that seemed to be eating him from the inside out. He was so confused that it drove him to the point of insanity.
He wondered what was going on in that brain of his, and how everything worked up there. The mind was such a complex thing to him, and he hardly even understood his own sometimes.
Riku had grown up with Sora. They had met in kindergarten and had immediately bonded. Their parents thought this was adorable and planned outings so that they could do various little boy things.
But they had grown up, of course. The bond that still held them together like brothers was still there. They had gotten through pubrety, dumb crushes, backstabbing girlfriends, voice changes, and various other things teenage boys experience. But now this.
How could he tell Sora? How in the world would Sora understand, or return the feelings? Why did he feel this way towards his best friend?
It was one night that Riku had been spending the night with Sora that he had realized it. Riku and Sora had been listening to Goth music and telling each other their secrets for hours. It was probably well past midnight, and Sora's eyes could barely stay open.
He was wearing a pair of Hot Tamale sweat pants and nothing else. His hair was sticking up in various odd directions, and Riku would have laughed hysterically at him if he wasn't so damn tired.
Suddenly Sora's eyes snapped open and gazed at Riku with almost wonder. "How are you so sure of yourself?" He said, his voice clearer than Riku had expected.
"What do you mean?" He asked, propping himself up on the tattered pillow he lay on.
Sora continued gazing at him. "You just never seem afraid of anything. I wish I could be more like you. Sometimes I think I'm worthless."
Riku was suddenly very awake. "You aren't worthless." He replied sharply.
He noticed Sora's eyes were brimming with wetness. Tears, Riku thought suddenly. I've never seen him cry.
"Then why do I feel like it all the time?" He nearly whispered.
Riku took his younger, smaller friend into his arms and hugged him tight. He felt Sora place his chin above his shoulder. Riku rocked him back and forth as if he were a child. Feeling Sora's arms around his neck, his small, warm body against him, something felt strangely right. Right like nothing else had ever felt.
He thought about what it would feel like to kiss Sora. To tilt his head back and feel his silky lips against his, warm and smoothe. To put his hand on his bare chest and feel the heartbeat that pulsed beneath the skin.
As soon as he thought this, he pulled away from Sora. Sora's face lit up with a red blush. "That was gay, man, I'm sorry." Sora stumbled over his words and quicky grabbed a blanket off his bed to set up his pallete.
Riku thought to say, "No, it was what I needed. Thank you." But the thought better of it and shook his head. "Yeah, that was gay. This never leaves this room."
Neither of them had ever spoken aloud to each other or anyone else of the experience again. Riku thought about it often, when Sora would say something to him and all Riku could see was the little boy with messy hair and tears brimming in his wide, azure eyes.
But the thing that bothered Riku was, he wasn't gay. He had never had a gay thought run through his head. He was as straight as they came. He sneaked peeks down girls shirts, he burped in public, he spoke with horrible grammer and flirted with a different girl nearly every day.
And although he thought lots of girls were cute, he couldn't imagine any of their thin bodies in his arms, holding onto his neck, like he could Sora. His best friend. None of them would fit him perfectly, none of them knew his soul or exactly the way he did his hair or his favorite ice cream like Sora did.
Shaking his head from these foreign thoughts, he remembered who he was. He was Riku; a guy who worked out every night and thought and thought Carmen Electra was the hottest thing on two legs.
These were just typical confused thoughts that every teenage guy had, nothing more, nothing less…right?
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Two men of silver hair stood in the darkness, their arms around the boy's necks, leading them towards the river.
Each had the same thoughts going through their heads, we must feed. We must.
Their sillouhettes played out on the river, but their faces would not show up in the water. They were like two pale ghosts, to haunting spirits that had awaken from the dead. And yet still had powers that no human could imagine.
One of them was taller than the other, with long, silver hair that fell to his mid-back. He appeared almost gypsy-like, with tilty green eyes that almost came to slits at the pupils. He seemed shyer than the other, but had an aura about him that was unmistakably attractive to anyone he passed.
The other was slender and sleek, with hair of the same color that fell to just past his chin. His eyes were of the same luminescent green, that seemed to glow in the dark like a cats. When he laughed, it rang throughout the night like a siren.
The boys at the bar had immediately been attracted to the Children, even though they were straight men. They could hardly resist their beautiful features or the way they moved together like one, curvy, sensual body.
The Children lead the boys down to the river bank, close enough to the river so that they could slip their bodies in when they had drank their fill, and yet far enough so that the boys would not notice that they had no reflection in the dark water.
The long haired one slipped his hand up his victim's shirt and whispered into the boy's ear. The boy shuddered, under too much of his spell to move a muscle. After a moment of flirting, he pressed his teeth to the boy's neck and sank his gleaming teeth into the soft flesh there.
The other Child waited for the boy to come to him. He sat there with his arms crossed, looking at the boy with glowing eyes that seemed haunting.
"Why are your eyes so beautiful?" The boy murmured stupidly.
The Child said nothing, and shrugged. "Good genes pay off, I guess." He replied, his voice slightly high-pitched and hollow.
"You are so beautiful." The boy mused, his words coming out like mumbles as he finally kissed the Child. The Child, timidly at first, returned the kiss, deepened it, bit the soft flesh of the boy's mouth and felt the blood burst straight into his mouth there, like the nectar of life. The boy whimpered but did not struggle, which was wiser than most.
After 100 years of killing humans, the Child was aware of every possibility of killing, so that he knew when he had to stop drinking or go in for the kill. He sensed more humans near, and pulled away from the now unconcious and bleeding boy.
"There are humans coming!" He whispered to his friend, who was writhing on top of his victim, draining him of every drop.
He perked his head up, his mouth covered in black blood. "I know, I can smell them." He replied, sliding the boy's body to the side of the river where he gently pushed it in. The other Child did the same, and they watched the bodies float for a moment before slowly falling to the bottom.
The two figures walked away into the moonlight, undetected by all humans, back to being the beautiful men in the bars, the beautiful seduction, the beautiful killers.
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Woo hoo! SHOCK! Yes, my friends, there will probably be quite a bit of yaoi in this story. The reason for this is because in every good vampire story I've ever read, the vampires aren't gay or lesbian, they are simply unisex, and they're all equally beautiful. So, there will be quite a bit of yaoi in this, although I don't consider it yaoi or yuri, just…sexual content. In general.
By the way, in case you don't know French and were curious, "Chéri, mon coeur est le vôtre" means "Darling, you have my heart." AW!
Anyone have any guesses at who the two silver haired men are? I think its pretty dang easy, but cookies for you if you guess right. Please read and review!
Mel