I don't own Rinoa, Squall, or any of the random things that I don't own in anything. I do own the awesome Gothic mansion and the Gothic clothing Rinoa wears when she's a vampire though... DON'T TAKE THEM FROM MEEEEE!!!

And now for an interview with the hottest man on EARTH and BEYOND!!!!!!!!

Vincent Valentine: Wait, I'm not even in your random fancfic

Me: Shut up, Vincent. Your hot. Screw you.

VV: Okay... so who's Squall again?

Me: ... well, um, let's see... HE'S ONLY THE HOTTEST GUY THAT EVER NOT LIVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

VV: I don't get it, then why don't you kidnap him, tie him up, point a gun at his head, and threaten to kill him if he doesn't answer your questions like a normal human instead of normal bishi talk?

Me: well... I technically couldn't find him... I guess he knows how to dodge fangirls because he's has alot of experiance... Speaking of which, I couldn't find Cloud, or Sora, or Rikku, or Tidus...

VV: HEY! What's that supposed to say about my social status among fangirls?

Me: ... I'd rather not answer that question

VV: ...

It was quiet, the world void of everything except thousands of pink and purple flowers, stretching around as far as the eye could see. She walked across the field, bending down to pick a few flowers here and there, oblivious of the quickly approaching darkness... and the monsters that would undoubtedly come with it. Suddenly she spotted a yellow speck half hidden beneath the rapidly multiplying pink and purples. She bent down, oh so slowly, for it felt like she was swimming in a thick syrup, but the flower slipped away from her grasp. She bent down again, strangely determined to get the plant, but missed again. She was about to try a third time but suddenly the yellow flower grew, morphing into a shimmering shape. "Rinoa?" the voice murmured uncertainly, and she jerked awake.

She looked around as her eyes opened, dimly aware that she was wearing nothing but a pale pink, see-through nightgown. She was on a large, comfortable bed that smelt of lavender and roses, which explained the dream about flowers. Above her was a pale blue canopy, laced with a countless number of frills and other fanciful material. There was a dark, mahogany chair by her bedside and a blood red dress, along with a corset and a heavy ruby necklace, was laid neatly on top of it. She got up quietly, taking care not to disturb the near silence of the mansion. Slipping on the dress and corset, she noticed with a shudder that it fit perfectly, too perfectly. She stared at the mirror on her dresser, taking in, with satisfaction, that her brown eyes showed no emotion whatsoever. After all, she had stopped feeling anything years ago, when he betrayed her.

The hallway outside her room was empty, though far from silent. She could hear, clearly, the leaves rustling outside in the breeze and the early birds chirping their melancholy songs, their voices carried across the sun-kissed valley. The windows were open and the early morning sun was streaming in through them. She basked in it's warm glow, rejoicing in the fact that she was the only vampire who could stand the sun. After all, if she had to live in the darkness all the time, she would undoubtedly go insane.

"Rinoa?" It was the voice again, one that brought back a flood of forbidding memories. She shuddered, but couldn't ignore it. In fact, she realized, she wanted very much to see him. But did she dare?

Her legs seemed to answer for her and she glided effortlessly down the long carpeted staircase, her black hair streaming behind her. She licked her chapped lips self-consciously, wishing she had applied some makeup. Oh well, it was too late now.

She drifted into the dinning hall she had been to the night before. The table she had been sitting at was cleared away, though she knew that she would have heard a noise if there had been anyone. Even the food that she had thrown on the ground was gone, all traces of stains wiped away. She shivered. What was wrong with this place? It was like it was haunted.

She spotted the long, slender gunblade first, its shiny surface glinting in the bright sun. Then he appeared, his strong, muscular body standing out beneath a mass of dark brown hair. His sky blue eyes stared at her intently and she resisted the urge to kiss him and make him hers forever.

"Why do you hate me so much?" she asked instead, fighting back a wave of hysterics that threatened to overflow, "I thought you loved me!" She knew she sounded weak, and she had spent so much time training to be strong, but she didn't care. The sight of him made all those hours of harsh discipline she had forced upon herself to melt away, leaving her bare, stripped to the core. She was tremendously glad that the Gothic dress was long enough to cover her shaking knees, though she wished it was thick enough to cover the sound of her pounding heart.

"Rinoa," his voice was so calm it made her sick just to listen to it. Couldn't he have some emotion, at least? "I never hated you."

"Then why did you try to kill me, Squall?" She spat out the name disgustedly.

"I had to. You're a vampire and I'm a vampire slayer. It wasn't meant to be." Again, his voice was disgustingly calm.

"So all those things you said... they were nothing but a ploy to MURDER me?"

"Well," finally, a flicker of uncertainty broke though his face, but was quickly replaced with his unemotional face that she had grown to hate, and love, "It's true, that was the plan, though I did enjoy most of the time we spent together."

"So... so you never LOVED me?"

"No." His face was cold and unreadable and for some reason, it disgusted her.

She looked at him with contempt written clearly in her face. "So what are you doing here, darling?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm and rich with confidence, which was anything but what she was now.

"I have come to kill you." His eyes suddenly, in fact so suddenly that she was taken off guard, glinted with hatred and suddenly she felt, for the first time in her life, afraid.

The gunblade glinted cruelly in the sunlight as he lifted it up to examine the wicked sharpness of the blade. She stared at it, conscious that she was at the mercy of him. Somehow, hat wasn't a pleasant feeling. The corset was feeling tight, too tight, around her body. She couldn't breathe. She gasped, dimly aware that the gunblade was aimed straight at her heart. She really shouldn't have worn a corset today, of all days. After all, if she couldn't breathe, she couldn't run from him, and if she couldn't run...

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The doorknob felt cool under Squall's sweaty palm, but the young man took no notice.He swept his hair absentmindedly from his face. A few of the passerby paused to shout out greetings, but he responded with only a curt nod. He had to get away from here, where every person that congratulated him made him even more guilty. After all, it was his fault that Rinoa was lying motionless in a hospital bed right now. He flashed back to the accident, less than a week before...

"Squall!" Squall turned, his ever stern face twisted into one of his rare yet charming smiles, "Guess what today is?"

"Tell me." Squall smiled at Rinoa's endless energy. Does she ever tire?

"I can't believe you forgot!" Rinoa's face was flushed with excitement, "It's my birthday."

"It is?" Squall looked at her, his eyes squinted with mock concentration, "You never told me."

"Squall!" Rinoa glared at him, "Stop that!" She swatted playfully at his arm and stormed off, her button nose sticking up in the air.

Squall sighed and looked around him. His feet had, against his will, led him to the field of flowers where he and Rinoa had spent the most time together. He sighed as he gazed around him. This place brought back all the memories that he loved, that he might never be able to revisit. After all, if she died, it would be too unbearable. At least there was no one there. He sank down into a patch of daisies, letting their sweet scent carry him away to a better time. It hurt to much to linger in the present for too longer. Better stay forever in wishful dreams...

So you like, my darling readers, who by the way, I shall glomp endlessly.? Anyway, if you beg, maybe I'll stick some other characters that you like in here... and don't deny it, VINCENT VALENTINE'S HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!