PeachBerry: Hello all, PeachBerry here! dodges the rotten food thrown at her I felt really bad that I haven't updated anything in a long time. (To my OM readers, I've written the same chapter over and over but I can't get the heart to post it sorry) So I decided to post this little snippet of incompleteness just to let you guys know I'm still alive. I'm just…brain dead that's all. Many apologies. So yes, a rather different kind of fic here, but then again, not much different. I can tell you that I've probably edited these two pages of writing many times, changing things and adding details here and there. I'm quite happy about what I have here, and in fact I have more, but that's for the next chapter.

Wingy: Yeppers. Another chapter fic to be annoyed at for never updating.

PB: Maybe I'd update more if you didn't take that little trip to Mexico. I thought you died.

Wingy: CHA CHA CHA!

PB: Anyways, cheers to my first fanfic with a vampire! And yes, this is a vamp fic. Though it will be a lot different than the norm, because I have a very different view on vamps. Not those silly Angel or Buffy crap. Nope. It's no Dracula either. That accent slays me, I won't even bother. So here's goes another RikuxSora. I swear I'll switch over to another subject/pair when I find the time. Hopefully…

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Kingdom Hearts related.

Belonging

Prologue- Moonless Walk

It was one of those nights. The kind that you hate going out into. Whether it be to walk your dog, or to dump the trash. A night that as soon as you step outside, a cold shiver goes up your spine and you begin to wish you were back inside your warm house with a cup of hot cocoa. But that's not necessarily the case with me.

You can say, I welcome these nights. For they are far warmer than back inside my house. My house was anything but warm. It's not like the heater was broken or we had holes in our roof. It's just colder, freezing even at times. I could wrap myself with the warmest, wool blanket in the world and I would still feel the bitter chill sweep over me. It kind of echoes throughout the house, constantly reminding you that no one is there to make you warmer. I remember my mother saying something about loneliness.

I stepped out from under my porch, welcoming the fresh night air. A patch of stars shone brightly above me, but there was no moon tonight, so it was fairly dark. The streetlights paved my way as I walked along the sidewalk. A soft breeze blew across my face, and I wrinkled my nose.

"Ah-AhhCHOO!"

My sneeze echoed quietly in my ears before the silent noise of the night came. I unconsciously wiped my nose on my sleeve, then realizing what I did, wiped my sleeve on the back of my pants. It's still summer, but I faintly felt the fall chill coming through the night's wind.

I gazed down my neighborhood's streets, seeing nothing but other people's porch lights. It was a new moon tonight, and without her lunar light I didn't feel as safe. Why was I walking all by myself on a night like this then? Like I said, I welcome these nights.

Usually.

For some reason it seemed quieter, darker, lonelier. It felt like if I shouted out the whole night would shatter like glass. If it weren't for the street lights, which seemed vaguely dimmer than a few moments ago, I would be walking blind. And without my lunar friend watching over me, taking this walk makes me feel as lonely as sitting in that house.

But am I really alone?

I got a distant feeling that eyes are gazing into my back and I spun around. Yet there's nothing there but darkness past the streetlight's aura. And then I hear it. Small whispers and whimpers tickling my ear. Relaxing, calming words that made my knees go weak. What are they saying?

The voice is smooth and slick like butter and made my whole body shiver. It's not like I hear the voice, more that I feel it. Inside my head, gently stroking my mind.

"Who…?"

The sound of my own voice seemed so rough and ragged compared to the sweet voice. My knees gave out, and I was slouching forward, both hands supporting my weight on the concrete of the sidewalk. The voice continued its play, indescribable words ringing sweetly in my head. My eyes fluttered closed and I felt like falling asleep, letting all my worries of loneliness and chaos be washed away with those words.

I open my eyes slowing, feeling as if a heavy weight was holding them down. My eyesight blurry, I faintly see the outline of a figure. A slight sense of fear shocked through me, but those words were still ringing ever so sweetly, I couldn't find the strength to voice my gasp. Sight cleared, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. The figure standing, weight leaning to one side, was illuminated by the dim streetlight, causing his hair to glow an almost dead yellow. I could hear the soft breeze breath in and out of his hair, feeling how incredibly soft those locks were. Mesmerizing ice blue eyes stared blankly back at mine, depths so crystal clear I thought I could see the black of the night in them, stars twinkling and all.

Gracefully, like leaves dancing across water, he walked, no, glided towards me. Transfixed, his features were soft and passive. As if the world around him did not concern him, whoever he was. Whatever he was. For a being as amazingly brilliant, with such an intense gaze, couldn't possibly be human. We remained as we were, staring into each other as if one of us looked away, we'd disappeared. And that's what I feared might happen, he looked like a ghost with skin as pale as moonlight. There was a silence, but a comforting one. I was still on my knees and those words whispered like the wind in my ear. And a thought crossed my mind, could he be the one speaking to me?

"Are you alright?"

The sound of his voice was loud and sharp, snapping me back to reality. I blink a couple times, and rub my eyes. But the being didn't fade away. Was he real? Unconsciously, I reach out for him. He complied by grasping my hand, and before I knew it, he pulled me up off the ground and into a tight embrace.

"Are you alright?" he asks again, softer, his breath caressing my ear almost seductively.

"Ah…" For some reason I couldn't form sentences. I kept thinking, what was he doing to me? Why do I feel so tired…

"Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you…Sora."

I heard his words, but my head was already spinning. My eyes drooped shut as I felt the being lift me off the ground gripping me tighter to him. As I drifted off into sleep, I faintly smelt blood on the being's coat, but all I could concentrate on was his last words as they too echoed in head.

I won't let them hurt you…

PB: For some reason, I felt the urge to say the (whoever could he be?) mysterious guy's hair shined in the moonlight…but then I remembered that Sora's walking during the new moon. Hence the chapter name, if you could call this a chapter. Damn first chapters, they always start out short.

Wingy: PB is so weird.

PB: That reminds me…what happened in Mexico that made you go MIA?

Wingy: CHA CHA CHA!

PB: I see. ALRIGHTY, please tell me what you guys think, and if I'm happy enough, and inspired enough, then I might update the first chapter sooner than OM's next chap because I already have a couple pages written. And then for the hell of it, I might update OM. Who knows! So review review review! I need any bright ideas, if anyone cares to offer some. (Ho dear, been reduced to this have we…)