Yaaay chapter two. You now know why Roxas was acting so weird XD ...though, you already know because I suck at summaries :b anyway...hope you guys like. SpoonyChan drew art for this chapter. Go to her photobucket to see it. I'll put the link in my profile. It's smexy o.o

Tears began to pool in Roxas's brilliant, cobalt eyes. He took a ragged breath before saying, "I'm a monster." Zexion opened his mouth to say something, but Roxas held up a hand, silencing him. "About three years ago, two weeks after my sixteenth birthday, I was walking home. It was really late. I had been at my friend Hayner's house and had let time get away from me. A strong sense that someone was following me suddenly washed over me. Sure enough, I heard a man call my name from the shadows. I'd never seen him before. I…don't really remember what happened, but I woke up lying in an alley. He was standing over me, smirking-"

"He never said his name?" Zexion asked suddenly interrupting.

"Axel," Roxas replied simply adverting his eyes.

The bluenette moved his hand to his mouth. "Why…does that name sound familiar?"

"Axel Kagi. Only the most wanted vampire in the city."

Zexion's eyes widened. Of course. That name was mentioned on the news every day. Every vampire hunter in the city has tried to apprehend him, but he couldn't be caught. He was too smart. "A…v-vampire found you?"

Roxas nodded slowly. "He started taunting me, saying shit like 'I was looking for a midnight snack'. I was so scared. I thought for sure he would kill me. I tried to get away, but it didn't do any good. He pinned me down and sunk his teeth into my neck."

"He bit you?" Zexion asked, edging away slightly. "You're-"

"A vampire bite doesn't turn you into one," the blonde said looking back at the other teen slowly. "It only happens when you drink their blood." Zexion nodded slowly. Roxas sighed and continued. "I couldn't stop screaming. The pain was unbearable. I could feel the blood in my veins leaving my body. He…clamped his hand over my mouth. That's when it happened." Roxas started twisting his hands around the towel again. "I guess he had scraped his hand on the pavement, I don't know, but his blood started dripping into my mouth. I was too weak to push him away. Everything had gotten fuzzy. He pulled away and I passed out. I…woke up around dawn. It didn't take long for me to figure out what he had done. The morning sun fried my skin. I was so scared. I didn't know what to do…"

"I'm sorry," the bluenette whispered after a moment of sitting silence.

"Not your fault," Roxas replied, looking at Zexion.

"No one deserves that…Can't, you be at home? Do your parents know?"

"Yeah. They know," Roxas said gritting his teeth, "They kicked me out as soon as I got home that morning. Xigbar started chasing me- I've been running for three years."

"Well, you're welcome to stay here as long as you want," Zexion said standing.

Roxas looked up, surprised. "Really? Y…your parents wouldn't mind?"

Zexion turned down the blankets over his mattress. "They're dead," he said quietly, smoothing his hands over the sheets.

The blonde's eyes found the carpet. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," the bluenette said repeating the other's words. He fluffed the pillows before looking back up. "You can sleep in here. I don't have a guest room. I'll be on the couch if you need anything. There's pajamas in the top drawer. Um, sleep well-"

"Wait!" Zexion stopped in the doorway and turned around. "Please…stay with me?" The other teen raised an eyebrow at the request. "Xigbar might come back. He could climb through the window! Not to mention I always think Walter is standing at the door."

"Walter?" the older teen asked.

Roxas rubbed the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed. "I know it's stupid. I've been afraid of Silent Hill since I was twelve. I know a vampire shouldn't be afraid of the dark…I just see things…"

Zexion's eyes widened slightly in surprise. He knew exactly what Roxas meant. Even at seventeen, he too couldn't help letting his imagination get carried away at times. "It's okay. I'll stay in here."

"Thanks," the blonde said. Zexion opened the top dresser drawer. He pulled out a pair of light blue pajamas and tossed them to Roxas. "I'll put your clothes in the dryer. Just come in the living room when you change, okay?"

Roxas nodded and smiled slightly. Zexion left the room, closing the door behind him. He walked into the living room, pulling his tee-shirt off, tossing it in the hamper as he passed by it. He bent down and opened the dryer door, reaching for his purple nightshirt. As he stood, his eyes caught sight of the window by the tv. A thought occurred to him. If Roxas wakes up in the morning, the sun will fry him. Hebegan pulling the curtains.

Roxas walked into the living room, damp clothes in hand and dressed in fuzzy, blue pajamas. "Zexi-" He cut himself off, seeing Zexion pulling the curtains…shirtless. The blonde eyed his thin body thinking, he's as pale as I am. Roxas noticed several red lines and welts on the bluenette's back. He eyed the scars, wondering what caused them.

Zexion turned around and jumped, startled to see Roxas standing there. "Geez, you scared me."

"Sorry," the blonde said watching the older teen pull his nightshirt on.

He smoothed his bangs back over the right side of his face and said, "It's okay. Oh…here…" He walked over and took Roxas's damp clothes from his arms and tossed them in the dryer. He pressed a few buttons and looked back at the blonde. "They should be dry by morning." Roxas nodded. "Well, um, I'm going to bed. You can whenever. You're probably used to staying up all night."

"I haven't slept in two days. I was afraid."

"Oh. I'm sorry," Zexion said stepping into his bedroom.

"Not your fault," Roxas replied, following him and stifling a yawn.

The bluenette flopped on the bed, snuggling against his pillow and closing his eyes. He let a long sign escape his lips before opening his eyes again. Roxas was still standing in the doorway, looking at his toes which he was scuffing on the carpet. "I don't bite you know," Zexion said sitting up.

"That makes one of us," Roxas muttered.

"What?"

"Um, nothing. I was just going to sleep on the floor." He dropped to his knees. "Night."

"Are you kidding?" Roxas looked up at the comment. "The floor is hard as a rock. Get up here. Three people could fit in this bed," Zexion said smoothing the sheets on the other side.

The blonde stood slowly, his hands pulling the end of the pajama top's sleeves. He sat on the bed and stretched out, burying his face in the pillow. "God I missed beds," he muffled through the pillow.

Zexion smiled slightly and pulled the sheets over both of them. "Goodnight Roxas."

"Ngh…night." The younger folded his arms across his stomach, almost like he was hugging himself. He drew his knees up and rolled to his side, groaning quietly. Zexion opened his eyes at the other boy's movements. He eyed him for a few seconds, about to ask what was wrong, when he heard a strange gurgling noise. Roxas hugged himself tighter, muttering, "Shut up stomach."

Zexion looked at the blonde for a moment, the stomach noises not stopping. "Roxas," the bluenette finally said, nudging him.

"Nn?" he groaned, opening his eyes slowly. The red ring in the whites of his eyes was very pale, Zexion could hardly see it.

"When…was the last time you ate?"

Roxas squinted before opening his eyes again, more awake now. "Um, three days ago. I…bit a college kid that had been walking alone."

"Three days?" Zexion repeated sitting up, "You must be so hungry." Roxas sat up as well, hugging his knees. He nodded slowly. "Can you have anything besides…"

"Blood," the blonde finished. He sighed. "I eat food only for taste. The only thing that fills me is blood. I've tried eating rose petals, their life energy is similar to blood, but it's nowhere near as filling."

"You have to eat."

"I know that. I hate attacking people. But…if I didn't, I would die…Maybe that would be better. One less monster on the street," Roxas said bitterly, flopping against the mattress and pulling the covers over his head.

Zexion stared at the lump in the covers. He brought his hand to his mouth. "There's a lot of roses in the kitchen. I've gotten one every day for a year. But, you said roses don't satisfy your hunger."

Roxas uncovered his face, listening. "It's better than nothing."

"No it's not." The blonde raised his eyebrows. "Bite me."

The younger's eyes widened. "What?"

"Bite me," Zexion repeated, "Eat- drink- whatever you call it." He pulled Roxas up and tilted his head back, exposing his neck.

The younger teen eyed the other's flesh, even reaching up and touching an artery, feeling his pulse under his fingers. He gripped Zexion's shoulders, moving closer to him. He opened his mouth, revealing white fangs. He stopped, just an inch from the bluenette's skin. "I can't do it. I'll hurt you."

Zexion looked at him. "I'm offering. And pain doesn't bother me, don't worry. I want to help. Bite me." He leaned back again.

Roxas hesitated, loosening his grip on Zexion's shoulders. The slate-haired boy pulled him closer, tilting his head back further. The blonde opened his mouth again, moving closer. He sunk his fangs into Zexion's pale flesh, the older boy gasping pain. Roxas sucked on the wounds, drinking the precious red liquid. He could feel his strength returning, his life force being nourished. Zexion moaned, grabbing hold of the blonde's wrist tightly. His skin grew paler and his eyes rolled back in his head. His lips parted, but his mouth refused to form words. His hand dropped and his body became limp. Roxas pulled away quickly, Zexion's blood dripping down his chin. "Zexion?" He let go, the older teen falling back on the bed. Roxas's cobalt eyes widened. "Oh god, what have I done?"

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