The life of a vampire.

Disclaimer: I do not own final fantasy 7 or any of its characters other than my own.

Author's note:

Chapter Two

Secrets

"I'm a vampire too." Her words ring threw my head as I lay there in bed in the spare room. It's sparsely furnished, with just the bed and a small dresser underneath the large window at the other end of the room. I think about her words over and over again, trying to figure out her meaning:

(Flashback)

"But there is something that you should know about me…"

"What is it Tifa?"

"I……I know what happened that night you went vampire hunting, the same night you died."

I stare at her with confusion, "I never died, Tifa, I thought I told you that."

"Yes I know that but..." She stops for a minute, staring at her shoes, "I'm not sure if I should tell you this…"

"Tifa," I sigh heavily, "please, I must know what you know, I'm so confused right now," A tear threatens to slide down my face but I brush it away before she can notice.

She looks up, tears staining her soft face, "I…I was the reason for you being the way you are now."

Thick silence now enters the room. Feeling uncomfortable, I try to prompt an explanation, but get none.

I stare at her blankly," So, what exactly are you trying to say Tifa? That you were the one that bit me? Ha ha very funny," I glare at her and head over to the stairs, I turn back and frown, "if you cannot take this matter seriously then I shall have to rethink our friendship."

She runs after me, pulling me back down to the living room, "I am the one that bit you!" she screams at me, throwing her arms up in the air in dismay, " I'm the reason why you are still alive, and why you killed John!"

I stare at her with utter confusion and disgust, "you…you were the one that did this to me?" my eyes burn redder than usual as I stare at her amber eyes with grim hatred. She looks away, unable to look at the hurt in my eyes, the pain she saw there. She trembles and whispers, "I'm sorry, but don't forget, I'm a vampire too." She runs off crying, staining the floor with tears of sorrow, I just stare after her, not wanting to move from my place of solitude, my last place of realisation, the place where I found out the truth.

I trudge upstairs, reluctantly, after tiredness had taken over.

(End flashback)

I sit up, staring at my surroundings. Sweat dribbles annoyingly down my forehead as I slide my legs over the bed and attempt to stand up. My legs tremble as they take the sudden weight. I straighten my back and steadily walk over to the door. I turn the knob gently and slide out the room, silently closing the door behind me.

Slowly, I make my way towards Tifa's room, masterly avoiding the creaky floorboards and carefully stepping softly on the carpet.

Finally, I reach her door.

I hold my hand up to knock but I hesitate for a moment what do I say? What will she think of me now?

I here shuffling on the other side of the door so, making my mind up, I gently knock on the door, more shuffling comes only more nervous. I here footsteps coming closer, then she opens the door slightly to look out at me, peering threw the slightly open door.

After a few awkward moments she speaks up, barely audible, "come in, Vincent."

I nod in response and follow her inside. The room is a lot larger than mine, with lush dark red curtains and satin sheets on the bed. A punch bag is hung up from the ceiling at the bottom of the bed, it swayed with every step I took in my heavy, metal boots.

She closed the door and walked over to the bed, laying on it with her arms behind her head. She studies me for a moment before sitting up and sighing, "so, what do you want Vincent?"

"I wanted to ask you something." She stares at me suspiciously but I carry on, "why is it that you never told me about this before? Why did you put me in that coffin even though you knew I was still alive?"

She looks away, guilt gnawing at her as I mention the coffin, "I simply thought that you WERE dead, Vincent."

I snort in response, not wanting to believe her feeble excuses, "is that the best answer you can give?"

She looks at me, hatred burning in her eyes as she stands and faces me, "you don't know the pain I went threw! The pain of having to live with the guilt of supposedly killing a friend! I didn't know that you would live Vincent, really I didn't." her anger has now been replaced with tears streaming down her cheeks.

I walk over to her, putting my arms around her, helping her to sit on the bed. I cradle her head against my chest and stroke her soft hair in an attempt to comfort her.

She shifts from my grip and looks up at me, "I hate what I did to you Vincent, but the hunger, it became too strong," she stands up, pacing the room as she continues her explanation, "3 years ago, 2 years after we defeated Sephiroth, I was bitten, by a vampire, just like you were," a pause, so I prompt her on with a wave of my hand, "after this, I became distant from a lot of my friends in the town, I felt like I didn't belong with them, like I should be somewhere else."

I look at her with a thoughtful expression, "so, what happened next?"

"I searched, looking for a place to go, where I could feel like I belonged there. Finally, I came here, and that's when I heard about you. Back then, I didn't know that you were killing my kind for a living, so I went looking for you, to see if you could help. I know I should never have come…"

She starts to cry again, so I stand up and pull her close to me, "hey don't cry Tifa," I whisper softly, "I'm here now, you found me."

She looks away from me and pulls away, "that night, I heard gunshots. I went over to see what was happening, and that's when I saw you….saw you shoot a vampire. I couldn't take it, I wanted revenge for the fallen, so I attacked you, not knowing fully why," her head droops low, "I never meant to hurt you the way I did, I just wanted you to stop hurting my family."

"Family?" I retort, staring at her in horror, "Tifa, they are not your family, they are monsters, nothing more."

She looks at me with confusion glistening in her large eyes, "but surely..."

"No Tifa."

"But they must be, if they are vampires too. If I could just talk to them, maybe they will accept me."

"So, you want them to accept you just because you believe that the people here do not?"

She says nothing as a reply, just sits down, mumbling to herself, "I'm sorry, Vincent, you're right, they aren't my family."

I look uncertainly at her but she looks up and smiles, melting away the worries held within my mind. Without thinking, I draw her close, she sighs and press her hands against my chest, "Vincent, I…" but I silence her with a kiss. I caress her hair with subtleness as she melts into my arms.

We break away from each other, gasping. She heads over to the bed, I follow. We slip out of our clothes and slide underneath the slippery sheets. We kiss once more before embracing as a whole.

Sweat was dribbling all over our bodies as we kissed and caressed forbidden areas, her moans only urging me on further, making me go deeper inside her, moving in rhythm as her hips pressed against me, swaying to and fro, rocking her back and forth gently. She lets out screams as our bodies become faster, the lust taking over as we pound away our fears. Gasping, she lets out another moan as I take her breasts into my hands, kneading them, feeling her soft skin against mine.

Cries in the night, silent, unheard cries of love were all that could be heard by the night engulfing two lone figures moving beneath a pool of satin quilt, seemingly dancing together, entwining their bodies in rhythmic waves of passion.

That night they shared their sorrow, their pain and became one, two perishing soles entwining to become the single, lone sole, fighting against the curse, the curse of a monster.

Author's note: ok that got a bit weird at the end, I promise that will never happen again in this story. Anyway there's still more to come, just got to think up what to write in the next one so it makes actual sense this time. Please read and review.