The young man is lost in his own mind as he lies on a king-sized bed of maroon sheets, awake but unmoving. He doesn't even open his eyes to the dimly lit room, unsure of doing the simplest things. The walls are a blue color, with a touch of gray, and the floors are a dark wood. A small table sits next to the bed; the bright red numbers reading 6:24PM. There's three doors to the room; bathroom, closet, and exit to the rest of the home. They're all heavy wooden doors belonging to this old house.

But the man doesn't dare to stir just yet. He's not sure if he's awake or asleep, not even sure what the difference is to him – he just knows the color blue. No name or location immediately jumps out at him and he's confused. Any being should know such simple information. As he tries to think about it a dull pain strikes the side of his neck. He brings his hand up to his throat and his fingers graze the spot. Slowly he opens his eyes as he brings his hand in front of his face. Dried blood flakes away from his fingers as he rubs them together.

The confusion passes over him and brings so many questions to the forefront of his mind: What in the world happened? Where is he? How did he get here? Did… did he get hurt?

Folding the covers to the side, the young man slowly sits up. He blinks several times, finding that his eyes quickly adapt to the darkness of the room. Looking down he pushes the sleeves of his black shirt back down to his wrists and eyes the jeans on his legs. Slowly, he begins to climb out of the bed. One leg at a time swings over the edge and his sock-clad feet meet the floor. He pauses for a moment as a dull ache pierces through him to which he passes off as hunger. He stands, wobbling at first, and moves toward the window. Planning to get some light in the room, he pulls at the curtains.

The remaining rays of sunlight stream into the room instantly and at first he can only stare. Until suddenly he's burning, every part of him is on fire and his eyes are in so much pain he wishes he could just rip them out to stop it. He clenches the edge of the curtain and begins to crumple to the floor as he tries to shield himself from the sun. The pain shooting through his body renders him immobile as he kneels on the ground, fingers balling into the curtain and holding on for dear life. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth to call for help but nothing comes out.

Even so the door to the room flies open and a tall man hurries over to him. The curtains are ripped from his grasp and closed, those same hands reaching for him as the light vanishes from the room. Arms slip underneath him and pick him up, cradling him against a chest decorated in a maroon dress shirt with the cuffs left open. Legs clad in dark denim pants move straight back for the bed to where he sets the young man down, the heels of his boots clicking against the floor as he goes.

The man hovers in front of him, arms crossed over his chest. His bright crimson eyes stare down at the younger male as he looks him over. The boy is a contrast to him in more ways than one; white-silver hair and bright aquamarine eyes just for the start. His own hair being dark brown, almost black, and cut short while the bangs that hang to the sides of his face shift as he moves to reach for the young man's pale hands.

"I should have figured you would open those…"

The silver-haired male struggles to open his eyes only to close them immediately. His hands reach out for the other man as he opens his eyes again, their hands meeting and the cold realization hitting him.

Long, cold fingers wrap around his. "You can't see, can you?"

The younger man seems to break at not being able to see, frustrated with the fact. He wants nothing more than to see this person in hopes of being okay or maybe even remembering something. Surely this person must be something to him; a friend, brother, father, lover... whatever he might be to him. Slowly, words form on his tongue. "Will I ever see again?"

The hand slips away from his only to reappear beside his head, smoothing cloth over his eyes. The man ties the ribbon around his head, careful to make sure it covers his eyes and isn't too tight. "Keep that on until you've gotten something to drink." The hand returns to grasp at his and the silver-haired male has to resist the urge to twine their fingers together for some odd reason. "Now don't let go."

The warning is just that as he slowly rises from the bed, tagging along behind his savior at a sluggish speed. The boy is careful as he follows along, keeping his head angled down towards his feet despite not being able to see them. Nonetheless, he's extremely careful as they reach a staircase and he does his best to not miss a step. Once to the bottom of the stairs it's a rather easy trip for them as they head for the kitchen.

The silence, however, bothers the shorter male. "Who am I?"

"A boy," comes the simple statement.

"I meant my name."

"Riku," he says as suddenly he lets go of the boy's hand. "Don't move." The order is followed by the click of heels making a trip across the room and back. The dark haired male raises a clear wine glass filled with a dark red liquid to Riku's lips, "Drink."

He does as he's told and takes the glass, tipping it forward and allowing a thick yet sweet liquid drain down his throat. The second the last drop hits his tongue the glass is removed from his grasp. Riku brings a hand up to his mouth, wiping at some that remained on the corner. "What was that?"

"Blood."

Instantly, he pales and chokes a little. The straightforward answer makes it so he's unsure of whether the man is lying to him or not – maybe it's a joke. "You're kidding."

A soft sigh escapes the man as he sets the glass down and reaches for the ribbon. He unties the knot as he tries to explain. "You gave me consent to make you forget your old life – your human life. Your new life is beginning. You are a vampire and you will drink the blood that I provide for you." The ribbon slowly pulls away from Riku's anxious eyes. "It might be rough at first but you will get used to it."

Riku does the first thing he can think of and shoves the man away. The talk is crazy to his ears and he stumbles back, unable to hold the glare in his eyes once he looks upon the man. Pale lips part for Riku's benefit, but only enough to allow a glimpse of the two sharp teeth hidden away. Even still Riku takes a deep breath. He might not remember anything but he does know one thing – he needs answers.

"Why did you do it?"

"I told you, you gave me permission."

"Fine, why did I do something like that?"

Riku watches as the man visibly hesitates on revealing something before deciding against it. Instead, he quickly changes the subject. "My name is Vincent Valentine. If you don't mind following me back upstairs, you need to shower before we leave."

He cocks an eyebrow at this Vincent Valentine, "If we're vampires isn't the sun a problem?"

The man merely turns and begins towards the stairs, simply expecting the boy to follow. The quiet man's deep voice echoes around them as he makes his way back upstairs. "It is only a problem to you. Even so we won't be leaving until the sun sets." He stops for a moment and his voice is even softer, quiet to the point where Riku is surprised he hears it. "Follow."

The demand is soft and gentle, shocking Riku just slightly. He can't help but follow the withdrawn, silent man. Even though he knows little about… everything… he finds comfort being around this person. That's when something overcomes him, a feeling of adventure and searching – something that seems so common to him. Riku follows him back to the room they had come from and Vincent immediately gestures to the right. "Relax and get a shower. I'll bring you clean clothes, so leave those in the basket."

Before Riku can dare to ask or say anything more Vincent is leaving the room. Slowly, Riku moves towards the bathroom with a sigh. The décor itself is lost to him as he steps inside and shuts the door. The blue, white and black is a blur to Riku, except for the light brown basket sat in the corner between the sink and the door. Riku goes straight for the shower curtain. He pulls it back and reaches for the knobs, not particularly paying attention.

Undressing, Riku throws his clothes into the basket and steps into the shower. What would be scalding water doesn't so much as feel warm on his skin. It all feels... numb. The water hits and runs down his body as he stands there, idling for a moment, before washing. It doesn't take him long to get clean and turn the water off. The curtain is pushed to the side and as he looks down he sees a dark blue towel on the toilet seat. He finds it strange, at first, that he hadn't even heard the door open.

Once dried off, he leaves the bathroom only to see a set of clothes laid out on the bed for him. Riku slips into the pair of black slacks, pale blue button-up shirt, and polished dress shoes. Everything fits comfortably, yet Riku isn't surprised at all. Especially since the holes in his memory persists. His eyes glance about the room and he half expects there to be a mirror, until he remembers just what he is.

Vampire...

Any normal person would have not only freaked out but had declared the man insane. It's funny how having no memory can open up the mind. Or so Riku thinks as he absentmindedly draws a hand up to his mouth. His lips part slightly and the tip of his finger runs along his teeth, quickly finding the obvious fang like canines. The opening of the door forces Riku to turn around and let his hand fall back to his side.

Vincent steps inside of the room with a jacket folded over his arm. He opens it up and holds it steady while Riku moves close, sliding his arms into the sleeves. The jacket now resting on his shoulders, Riku turns around rather quickly and he's not sure why. Part of it he knows is so he can etch every new memory into his mind to make up for the lack of past. Riku watches Vincent's every move; from the lifting of his arms to reaching behind Riku's head. Slender fingers tie the ribbon from before around his neck; a makeshift tie.

For a split second Riku manages to catch the smile that dares to lift at Vincent's lips. Regardless it's gone just as quick as Vincent turns to walk out. "Let's go. I'm sure you'd like to stretch your muscles after being in bed for days."

Despite the ability to settle, Riku can't stop his mind from throwing out every question he can think of – especially the most important one. "What about my old life?"

Vincent's back remains to him, hand idling on the door, "The small details have been taken care of. We'll be leaving shortly anyway." His fingers slide down the door as he crosses the threshold, intending on ending the subject at hand.

But Riku persists. All the while he follows Vincent out the door and down the stairs. "Where are we going?"

"That's why we're going to meet a friend of mine, he's going to help us with that."

Silence quickly follows as Vincent leads him to a carport that contains a rather compact silver car. Even as he climbs into the passenger seat Riku keeps his lips sealed while his mind can't seem to quiet down. He knows perfectly well why they would have to leave – his past – and he feels bad about it. More so that he doesn't know why what was so bad about his old life to begin with.

But that would negate the point of where he's at now.

Driving through the back roads, Riku glances out the window and spots a particular landmark – an old beaten road. Immediately he lurches over towards Vincent, tugging on his arm so forcefully that Vincent is forced to turn. The car slams on its brakes as Vincent rips his arm away, glaring over at Riku as he shifts the car into park. However, before he can say a word he's met with the door hanging open. Riku, not noticing the use of his power, is already running down the old road. He's over the hill and running down it in seconds, feet throwing up sand in his wake until he stops at the edge of the water.

An ocean is blanketed out before him while the moon's light shines down on everything, making the water glisten and the small island in the distance viewable through the darkness. There's no one around him and suddenly he's breaking – knees hitting the sand as he holds his head.

Darkness. Solitary. Weak.

It all surrounds him and he cant seem to make it go away after one look at that island. The shimmering blue of the water haunts Riku as his breath comes out in ragged pants – having forgot he doesn't need to breathe. The strength he knows he has is all but gone, just like his life. The realization that everything he's known is gone is daunting, fear-ridden even.

A hand falls onto his shoulder; strong, confident, and secure. It shatters the devastation that has surrounded Riku so easily, breaking him free and tugging him back into a warm reality. The young man slowly looks up as his hands slip from his hair. He's surprised to see crimson eyes gazing kindly, almost guiltily, down at him. Riku takes a shaky breath and rises to his feet, comforted by the hand that remains on his shoulder, while still wanting to appear strong to his supposed savior. Their eyes remain locked, although Riku struggles to see past the walls Vincent keeps built high.

The moment seems to last an eternity; smothered with moonlight and the ocean breeze. Yet it vanishes so easily as Vincent thrusts Riku behind him, shoes splashing in the water as it laps up the shore. Riku barely has a chance to blink. He raises his hands, stumbling backward, and grabs onto the back of Vincent's clothes. But he's far too distracted to notice the tension in every muscle of the other man's body.

All that registers is the soft, yet deep, voice that rings in his ears, "Riku...is that you?"

Oh god I'm so tempted to just upload it all. xD I almost forgot. Thank goodness for sticky notes. So woo! Chapter 2 ;D