The Path of The Damned Chapter 2: Treason, a final fantasy vii fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Final Fantasy VII.

Summary: A/U. This is story about the saddest vampires ever. Vincent and Sephiroth are cursed to walk to the planet forever in the new century because of their sins and the sins done to them. It was only until they spotted a spiky-haired blonde when things turned around for them.

A/N: I was watching Interview With the Vampire and Louie, Lestat, Claudia, and Armand kind of reminded me Cloud, Vincent, and Sephiroth so I decided to write about them as vampires. I hope you enjoy and review.

I was about to abandon this story until I realized that I wanted to do other things too. So here it is.

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The Path of The Damned

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Chapter One: Treason:

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One year later…

He yawned in his awakening. He had a smile on his face as he stretched his naked pale arms outward. He felt nothing but air so he placed his stretched arm down on the bed, feeling for his companion. He felt nothing and sat up immediately. His light brown, almost golden, eyes fell on the empty space beside him. He frowned as he clutched the blanket over his naked body.

He looked over and saw a note on the pillow beside his. He picked and on it, it said, "Vincent". He unfolded and single sheet of paper and saw that it was a letter from his absent companion.

And on it, it said:

"Dear, Vincent,

Last night shouldn't have happened. I am a scientist who is dedicated on her work. I had to have a lot of help getting out but I had to leave. I will have a cure for your illness and I won't return until then. I have gone back to study under my teacher, Hojo. He's a skilled scientist who can help me. Please don't send anyone looking for me for I need to also see my son and his father.

Love,

Dr. Lucrecia Crescent".

His frown seemed sadder as he crumbled up the letter in his hand. He angrily threw it at the wall. He let out an enraged yelled as he slammed his fists on the bed, almost resembling a child who was going through a temper tantrum.

He stopped immediately when he heard a knock on his door. He jumped up from the bed and reached for his red robe that lay on the nearby table. He quickly slipped it over his beautifully naked body and tied the straps on it tightly around his waist.

He rushed over to the door and opened it to see a middle-aged man who stared at him worriedly. He had short black hair and a faint mustache and beard on his face. He dressed in attire that would be close to his had it not been for the size of it. The dark blue suit-like clothing was drooping on his body. He looked a lot older than the robe-wearing male who stared at him confusedly.

"Vincent, I was worried about you. I heard a yell in here and decided to check on you", the older man said. "You don't have to say anything, even though you can't. Is everything alright, though?".

The younger male nodded and the older one smiled, placing a firm hand on his clothed shoulder, "That's good. Where's Dr. Crescent? She's usually up earlier than you and wandering about".

The younger male shook his head and the older one gasped, "What? Is something wrong?".

The pale male nodded and the bearded man said, "You're telling me you two had a fight or did something happen to her?".

The younger black-haired male put his index and middle finger up to represent the number two. The older man's dark eyes widened to saucers as another gasp came from his lips.

"What happened to her?", he asked.

The golden-eyed man sighed as he journeyed back in his room and picked up the discarded paper he just threw not long ago. He went back to the older man and handed the wrinkled paper.

The high-servant opened the paper and read what was written on it. Once he was done, he looked back at the sad man standing in front of him. He sighed and forced a smile on his face. He placed his comforting hand back on the other man's shoulder.

"It'll be alright. Think of it as if she were trying to help you, which she is. I'm sure she'll get you a cure for your illness", he said but the other man continued to frown. "How about this? You take a nap and we could wander the towns once you wake up. I'm sure the townspeople would love to see their king again".

The golden-eyed man continued to frown and he slammed the door in the bearded man's face. He didn't care. He went back to bed like the high-servant and fell back asleep. Nothing would help him take his mind off the woman he spent most of his life with.

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Sephiroth woke up, feeling constricted. He opened his bright emerald eyes and noticed he was in a dark room and that he was strapped to a metal table. Not to mention he was shirtless. He was used to this so that's why he never panicked. He, with some effort, yanked the metal strap upward along with his arm, knocking it off its hinges. It fell with a loud clutter and used the freed hand to release the other one.

Once he was free of all bonds, he threw his legs over the table. He clawed at scar on his chest, reopening the stitched wound there. He felt the few red drops tickle his fingertips and withdrew his fingers to look at them.

As soon as emerald eyes took in the sight of the crimson liquid that stained his long white claws, he gasped. His heart began to pound violently within his chest with the blood that was going in and out of it. He used his left hand to claw at it, trying to steady it.

He began hearing things he hadn't heard before. He heard the blood churning in his eyes, driving him wild. He could hear a low creaking sound in his mouth and opened it. He felt something prick his bottom lip, piercing the skin. He tasted the blood in his mouth and an animalistic growl ripped from his lips. He smacked his hand over his mouth.

His heart began to race faster and he let out a high-pitched cry. He covered his own ears as the sound, pierced them. He was in pain and he could hear his stomach growling loudly. He pressed his hands even harder against his ears. He used his bloody hand to claw at the skin before the weeping organ that was churning and practically yelling at him to get what it yearned.

He stood up and wobbled from side to side as he reached his hand out blindly. He searched for a door or something to help him. After a few seconds of feeling nothing, he opened his eyes and saw a metal door a few feet in front of him. Rolling his eyes, he approached it and exited the room.

Immediately, he was met with the familiar light of the sun. As soon as it hit his skin, his pale porcelain material hissed as it burned under the light. He cried out and jumped back in the room. The skin on his arm looked like it had eroded away but there was still enough to contain the blood pumping throughout it. He hissed, baring newly grown fangs that glinted in the dark.

His angrily glowing green eyes turned their attention back on the doorway at the sound of light footsteps. He stared at the doorway for a long time until they grew to an unbearable loudness.

"It seems that you have awaken, my boy".

He said nothing as he glared at the scientist who appeared in the doorway. His glasses glinted in the light of the doorway. He leaned against as he gave the confused teen a smirk.

"Hojo, I sensed you before you even came here. What is happening? I can hear everything and the sight of blood makes me hungry", the silver-haired explained.

"I can explain that. Come here. Take a walk with me", the scientist said as he reached his hand to the teen.

"Hm…", the teen frowned. "I can't walk out there. I'll burn up".

"Oh, that's right. I guess you have to stay here until the sun goes down", the older man said as he felt on the wall for a switch.

"Your explanation?", the adolescent asked as he crossed his arms.

"Oh, that. Well, you're one of the damned now", the scientist began. "I gave you your regular dosage of mako for your monthly exam but then your body started to reject it. I tried to save you but you ended up dying. Luckily for you, I gave you a new life, a queer liquid I bought from a few witches. Now, you'll need to survive off blood instead of normal food and you can't go out in the sun or you'll be turned into a Christmas tree".

"I have to go back to Zack and Aerith", the teen muttered in disbelief. "I don't believe this".

"You must…but you can't go to that peasant boy and that girl now", the scientist said.

"And why not?", the boy hissed, baring his fangs again.

The scientist stared at the shiny white fangs with a coy smirk, "Because…I want you to do me a favor".

"Why should I do you a favor?", the younger male snapped, looking like a crazed dog with his teeth revealed.

"Let's say…it'll give you a new companion of the night", the scientist said as his smirk broadened into a grin.

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She brought a chair in front of the contained specimen before her. She watched the person inside of the mako-filled tank warily, wondering if he would wake up or not. Her long caramel-color hair was in the way as she sat down so she threw it in front of her shoulder as she sat down again.

She leaned back and crossed her legs, observing the youthful boy inside of the tank. He had spiky black hair and his eyes were closed. He was perfectly muscular, which was kind of rare for peasants, and naked. His skin was toned and tanned down to be an almost golden color. She shook her head.

"He was too young…", she muttered as she looked down at his information plate on the bottom of the pod. "His name was Zackary Binx. Died at age 15. Blood type: AB negative.".

"Beautiful, isn't he?".

She jumped and slowly turned around only to see a man with long black hair that was tied in a ponytail. He stared at her through thin glasses as he walked over to her. She heard another set of footsteps and looked behind him to see a boy with long silver hair who was staring at the ground.

"Sephiroth! It's really you!", she cried as she ran over to the teen that arched his silver eyebrow at her.

She embraced him tightly, crushing her body against his taller one. The boy didn't complain but he did look at her strangely. The black-haired scientist standing near them cleared his throat and she snapped her head around to look at him.

"Hojo, he doesn't have a shirt on. What were you thinking?", she asked.

"Hush up, woman. I didn't ask for your opinion. I only told you to come here to watch that peasant boy and my other experiment while I'm gone", the scientist hissed.

"Gone? Where are you guys going?", she asked, letting go of Sephiroth.

"To the palace, Sephiroth needs a new companion and the king would be the best one to choose from since you did, after all, leave him to go back to your work", the older man said as she frowned.

"What? I didn't leave him because I didn't love him! You're better not being planning anything to hurt him! That would be treason and he'll have your head!", she shouted as she pointed an accusing finger at his face.

He frowned and slapped the finger away before he smacked her in the face, sending her to the ground. The silver-haired teen glared at the scientist as he pushed him away from the woman who was clutching his face. The older man backed away from the fanged teen and returned his glare with one of his own.

"I don't appreciate you hitting her", the teen stated sternly.

"I don't care what you….never mind. I'm sorry", the scientist lied through gritted teeth. "The work I've done over the past year has gotten me stressed, you see? You just have to bare with me, okay? Would you please come with me to the palace? I don't plan to hurt the king. I'm not stupid".

The teen narrowed his glowing emerald to slits. His nostrils flared, physically showing his "father" he didn't trust him at all. The scientist sighed and reached down to help the woman on the floor up. She pushed him away and got up to her feet herself.

"As long as you don't hurt Vincent, I'll stay here", she frowned as she continued to rub her red check.

"Of course you will. Come, Sephiroth, we have to get you dressed and ready to go visit the king when Monsieur Gast goes to consult with him", the scientist cried as he ran out the door.

The silver-haired glanced over at the brunette woman who he couldn't help but feel a parental attraction to. She stared at the metal floor for awhile before looking at him in the eyes after feeling eyes on her.

"May I ask you your name?", he asked.

"Oh, how silly of me! I just hugged you without telling you my name!", she smiled for a few seconds before frowning again. "My name is Dr. Lucrecia Crescent".

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A/N: That's all I can give you guys now since I'm tired of writing the chapter right now. Boy, I'm getting lazy! Anyway, please review. Oh, if you don't know by now, Vincent can't speak. Well, goodbye.