- Authors notes: Just a quick one, if anyone is interested in only my vampire stories, keep your eyes out for Pretty Little Nobodies (Soriku, Akuroku chapter fic) which is completely unrelated to these trilogies, also keep your eyes out for a sequel chapter story for these trilogies

Lose to Win

This wasn't supposed to happen this way. Never supposed to end like this.

With his kind of bullet piercing his own organs, with his lover-enemy-friend hissing like a demon in pain.

No, there was so much still to do. So much fighting, he was sure it all had to be done by him.

This war would never be over, and he'd been told time and time again, that he was born to fight it.

Born to lead, to search, to hunt, to kill.

Born to die.

The Slayer bullet left his body just left of his spine, escaping with a flash of liquid sunshine dripping behind it.

Riku flinched away like he was burnt, and maybe he was, but as Sora fell fell fell, Riku slipped forward to catch him before he hit the ground.

Still so much to do. So many to fight.

"R-Riku," Sora panted, curling his suddenly oh-so-heavy arms around his friend, "I can't die yet."

"You wont, you wont," he promised - begged and pleaded, "you wont die Sora, not like this and not ever."

A dark chuckle, burning all the way up and out the suddenly to-fragile body, "I think you're forgetting which of us is the vampire here."

And Riku hissed, violent and threatening, and for a split second Sora was hurt, deeper then ever, because Riku always knew Sora didn't see him as a vampire really, he only saw him as his best friend, his lover.

Then Sora noticed the dark caress of a shadow around him, blinked up to catch the glint of a gun barrel aimed at Riku.

"Uh-oh," a smooth, drawled tone confessed, "I think we shot at the wrong crowd here Roxy."

The second shadow shifted, then huffed and kicked at Sora's fallen sword, "Slayers," he commented, baby blue eyes narrowed on the pair, one crippled in pain, the other willingly blistering his skin by sitting so close to a puddle of UV, "a slayer and a vampire."

Sora flinched away, closer to Riku's cool hold, "let Riku go," he whispered, squeezing the vampire in his arms.

"Sweetheart, we ain't here to kill Slayers," the first vampire informed him, "and we ain't here to kill Romeo there either, were on the run-"

"Axel!" The blond boy hissed in warning, "to dangerous, we agreed."

"Roxas, honey, baby, angel. We're four in, seven to go, not to mention all the newborns Xemnas has just waiting for an excuse."

"..." Roxas remained silent, crossing his arms loosely, Slayer sword still held in hand, looking eerily similar to Sora's.

Sora's breathing was labored, strength dissipating. He suddenly wished that the shot had been from his mother's gun, with Riku just to far away to see, just to far away to know, then at least, the vampire would live, but the growl in Riku's throat was promising a painful death, one that was sure to backfire.

"Roxie, angel, we need the help," Axel purred, pulling the smaller vampire close.

"Riku, run, please," Sora had eyes for Riku, and every sense was trained on him, "If you die..."

"I'll see you in hell," Riku whispered back, "I'll never leave you alone Sora-love."

"Aww Roxie! We shot at love-birds!" Axel groaned, squeezing the little vampire close, "we can't let a little tiny romeo die! Look-it him, he looks so much like you."

"Before you bit me," Roxas hissed, though his voice held no venom, he pulled free of the redhead's arms, looking the pair over.

"Please, Riku, please-" Sora begged as the slayer sword in Roxas' hands twitched forward.

"If we spare you, will you help us?" the blond demanded.

"If you don't save him, I'll kill you myself," Riku snarled.

Axel scoffed, but was ignored.

"Are you so stupid?" Roxas demanded, in a flash of movement that Sora's trained eyes couldn't catch, and Riku's blooded talents couldn't stop, Roxas' blade thrust through the hole left by Axel's bullet, and just as the pain began to spread, it twisted to one side and was pulled out.

Sora's breath gurgled as blood raced through him.

Riku's growl was audible even over the harsh panting from the only human one among them.

"Bite him," Axel spoke, slowly as though speaking to an infant, "Roxy cleared the UV out of his system, bite him."

Riku blinked, looking down at the boy in his arms, "Sora?"

"B-bite me," he coughed out, "if I can't die with you, I'll live with you forever."

For a moment, Riku closed his eyes as though in prayer, then he softly kissed the bloody lips before him, trailing his lips down to the hollow in the brunet's throat, "forgive me, Sora-angel."

And his fangs pierced flesh.

Axel and Roxas' watched, one with amusement, the other with a keen regret for his own death.

The redhead leant down, as though lifting the thought from his partners head, "you were so beautiful, Roxas baby demon," he whispered, "how could I just bleed you dry."

Roxas shook his head, "anything for you, Axel-sweetheart," he growled, "but that doesn't mean you were gentle."

"If you wanted gentle, you wouldn't have chosen me," the taller vampire chuckled.

Roxas fell silent, and watched as the slayer on the fringes of death, gasped in pain through the vampire blood pouring down his throat.

"Four versus seven," Axel commented.

"Sora isn't your average boy-turned vampire," Riku hissed from his place, allowing said boy to suckle on his throat, "we'll kill your seven, just be careful we don't kill you too."

The brunet arched back suddenly, away from his lover, back arching in pain though he did not cry out.

"R-Riku," he gasped, "n-need, y-you close."

Riku gathered him in his arms, "no one will ever be closer," he swore, peppering the pained boys faces with soft butterfly kisses, "I'll never let you go."

Roxas let Axel pull him into his arms, "angel of my nightmares, honey-angel-baby, I think we might live through after all."

The blond turned, caressing the lanky vampires face, "you can stop watching, you ever kiss another boy and I'll bite your tongue clean off," he murmured, innocent as could be, "if I break you into little pieces and eat you, you'll stay with me forever."

Axel laughed, "what could I find in another boy, that you don't give me until we both ache to much to move?" He inquired, "and if you could break me into little pieces, why would you have let me kiss you into this life in the first place."

Huffing, Roxas pushed upwards to greedily steal a kiss.

"I love you," a broken vampire whispered to his dying lover.

"I love you too," a broken slayer whispered, right before he died.

Riku gathered him up, "we need a place to rest," he ordered.

Laughing anew, "okay Mr. Im-gunna-kill-you-one-day, follow us."

Roxas only fell back to watch their backs, as Axel led them away, the freshest vampire in their group sleeping like dead in Riku's arms, glistening in the moonlight, his features turning more beautiful with every breath he didn't take.

(end)