CM: Hey people of the fan fiction world! I'm back! Talk it away, Zexy.

Zexion: Chibi Misheru doesn't own Kingdom Hearts.

CM: If I did, YOU'D KNOW! PLEASE REVIEW! XD On with the story!

Zexion wasn't dead. Unless, in death, we feel soar all over and nausea comes down on our guts like the pouring rain. He was pretty sure death didn't feel like the worst hangover in history. With every breath, Zexion could feel himself gag. Opening his eyes wouldn't be a good idea, he was sure it just make hid head ache worse. So, deciding it was the most logical thing to do, he waited for his nausea to settle and his head ache to clear.

After a couple of seconds, it did just that. The air here was warm, in a comfortable way, and smelled like... roasting meat? The pain from earlier had subsided enough to feel something soft under his back. He was probably lying on a couch.

Taking the plunge of opening eyes, he was greeted with the sight of a wooden ceiling. On his left side, he could see the black upholstery of the couch. To the right, he saw an old fashion wood-burning stove sat in the middle of the room. He could see the chucks of what might have venison, sitting on skewers over the open flame. Juices sizzled and evaporated as they dripped of the delicious looking meat. A grumble erupted through his stomach. "I would certainly enjoy one of those pieces of meat," thought our hungry friend. "Hey, you awake?"

Zexion looked up and saw that the speaker was a blonde boy about the age of 12. He had a few freckles scattered across his cheeks, right under his brown eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was to dry to put together any understand able words. All that came out was a raspy groan. "Huh, what's that? Oh, here you go." The boy brought a glass of cool water to his lips and poured the invited liquid into his parched mouth. Trying as hard as he could, Zexion swallowed, a feeling of relief washing over the back of his throat. He felt he could now speak. "Thank you, sir. I you may be so kind as to answer my question, I would like to ask were I may be."

"You're in a log cabin, owned by me and my older sister. Hey, this is going to sound really weird, but I have to ask you a question."

"Go right ahead."

"Are you human?" This question struck him as odd, but, remembering the creature from before, he guessed this boy had seen many strange things. He decided to not tell him he was a nobody. "Yes, I am human. Would this question have anything to do with the creature that attacked me before? By the way, what would that thing be, exactly?"

"Oh, yea, that's exactly why I'm asking. It seems you don't have amnesia. I think my sister wants to explain that subject to you, in a minute. She has some questions she wants to ask you. She was the one who saved you. I'm Josh, and you?"

"I'm Zexion, pleased to meet you. I'll have to give your sister in a minute." A large drop of grease fell into the fire, creating a loud, sizzling noise that attracted the attention of both boys. Then the realization hit Josh. "Oh, your probably hungry. Sorry, but you'll have to wait a couple more minutes till it's done. I'll go get my sister. Just to give a little insight on her, she's polite, kind, a good listener, extremely smart, friendly, but very few people know that when certain situations arise, she can become down right dark. Don't tell her I said anything, though." Josh smiled and ran out of the room.

Zexion let his head fall back onto the couch's armrest. His mind wandered back to the old hotel room, the image of the frightening creature that had torn the dusks apart. He cringed and brought a hand up to his bandaged arm and side.

"Hello, Zexion, I hope you're feeling better." This was followed by a small chuckle and, as Zexion opened his eyes, he saw a smiling girl with waist length, strawberry blonde hair. It was mixed in with many light blonde highlights and it was flat and straight. She had brown eyes like her brother, but hers were deep and somewhat jewel-like. He could have sworn that the longer he looked at them, the more they consumed a person, like an dark, everlasting ocean. It was strange and somewhat frightening, but at the same time, warm and comforting. Her skin was pale and she had a slight hour glass figure, but she was not a curvy girl, like some girls, just proportioned properly. She had a cat-like build, and by the way she walked toward him, she looked like she had actually stalked and took animals down with her bared hands.

You're probably expecting a sluty girl who was wearing something skimpy, and was extraordinarily beautiful. This was not the case. She looked like a normal, but very pretty, 15 year old girl, at first glance. But the longer he looked at her, the more features he saw that would attract boys (like her eyes and nice figure). She had an elegant beauty about her. A black tee shirt and jeans made up her simple outfit.

None of this mattered to him, though. Nobodies weren't attracted to things; they didn't have hearts. What did matter was what only his heightened sense of smell could detect. She didn't smell human. The scent that came off of her smelled of something predatory and highly intelligent. Okay, that isn't a scent, but Zexion could "smell auras", for lack of a better term. Zexion then remembered that she had been talking to him. "I'm feeling better, thank you. Now, if I may ask about that the creature that attacked me."

"Of course I'll tell you, but you'll have to answer my questions afterwards. Have we got a deal?"

"Yes, that sounds fair enough."

"My names Michelle, by the way. Tell me Zexion, have you ever heard of a vampire."

"Were could this be going," thought Zexion. "Yes, they are immortal creatures that feed off the blood of humans and are turned to dust when sun light hits them. They are weakened by crosses and garlic, if I am correct."

"Only three things you just said are correct. Vampires feed on the blood of humans and are turned to dust in sunlight. Half vampires, the child of a human and a vampire, are the same, but they can drink the blood of any animal, but they don't need it to survive, and they are immune to sun. About 15 years after they are born, they stop growing and join the other immortals. They are also able to see visions concerning the safety of the mortals blood they drink."

"What does this have to do with anything?"

"I'm a half vampire," Zexion stared at Michelle, his eyes growing wide in the memory of the emotion of shock, "and the creature that attacked you was a form of vampire called a, 'slave of the night'. Vampires make other full blooded vampires by injecting a venom into their blood stream. When you inject said venom before time of death, the human will die from poisonings or be killed during a feeding. They then become a vampire with a fully functional brain and thought process. When the venom is injected after death, this results in the rebirth of a corpse into a vampire that has no thought process and will kill anything unless it's creator tells it not to. These are the slaves of the night. All they can do is kill and create more monsters to serve it's creator."

"Wait a minute, okay, I'll accept that vampires are real, but were are all the towns people."

"They are all either dead, or as close as you can possibly get. Twenty years ago, a clan of vampires moved into the forest surround this rural town. At first, the towns people were terrified, but to quell there fear, the leader of the clan, Samantha, convinced the people that they meant them no harm. She meant every word she told the people. Samantha was a kind woman, who, after 200 years of life, still held on to her humanity. The towns people accepted them and offered them donations of blood to keep the peace between our species.

I wish I could say that all the vampires loved humans, clung to there humanity, and kept the peace, but this was not the case. Aphrodite was one of Samantha's 'children' and she, with some other vampires, thought that they were above humans, and some humans actually supported them! These fools sacrificed innocent people to the rebels like they were gods and goddesses! Aphrodite was their leader and convinced them that Samantha would lead them down the path of ruin. They created the slaves of the night to raise their numbers so they could wage war against the rest of Samantha's 'children'. Samantha refused to kill innocents to create soldiers, so she received aid from a group of humans who wished to defend themselves. Their leader was a strong and kind leader was called Angelo.

Sadly, Samantha's kingdom could not last against the infinite source of soldiers Aphrodite could create. In the end, only Aphrodite, Samantha, Angelo, the slaves of the night, and Samantha's original five members, Raven, David, Katherine, Daniel, and Raven's twin, Robin. All of the towns members were either dead of had been changed.

This, of course, didn't go unnoticed by the government of this country. They came and burnt all of the intelligent vampires and some of the slaves. Their were to many slaves of the night to get rid of, so the government built an extremely tall wall around the town and the surrounding forest, to keep the undead army locked up and unknown to the world. Angelo was killed with Samantha when he tried to protect her." Zexion just sat there, all of the info flowing into his mind. Memories of several different emotions flooded illegibly into his mind. Being the ex-scientist he is, he had a question. "Why are you still alive and how does this all tie to you?"

"About four years into her stay, Samantha fell in love with Angelo during the rebellion. She had me and, later, my younger brother. We were her first actual children. By the time is was ten, the government came to destroy us. Mom and Dad hid us and gave me the instructions to take care of myself and Josh. Then they were gone, and we were lest to our own devices in the place so many have died in." Remorse and sadness tinted her words.

" Josh inherited mostly human genes and has no blood lust, only a few, slightly heightened sense. We are pretty sure he will stop aging in about three years, though. I stopped aging about a year ago, so I'm actually 16 instead of 15." Michelle turned to Zexion and gave him a small smile. "Any more questions?"

"No. I'm sorry for your loss." The memory of empathy flowed through him.

"Thank you, but I'm all right. Now, may I ask you some questions?"

"Yes, go ahead."

"You smell human, but don't have a heart beat. What are you?" This question caught zexion of guard. What should he say? "Don't lie to me, I'll smell it."

"Well there goes one option," thought Zexion, "I guess I have to tell her."

"I'm a creature from another world that doesn't have a heart and can't feel emotion, only the memory of the emotions we felt when we were had hearts. That was before they were taken, then, we became nobodies. I came hear on a gummi ship, which is an air ship that takes one to other worlds. My ship crashed and now I'm stranded."

"Sounds reasonable enough, but I don't believe that you don't feel anything." This caught Zexion by surprise. "And why is that"

"You said that you can only feel the memory of a emotion. Well, I feel that you never feel the exact emotion twice, so it couldn't be a memory of an ever-changing emotion. But hey, what ever you want to believe. You won't be treated any different in this house. We're all dead meat in this town. Just kidding." A look of realization hit her. "Oh, you're probably hungry and I'm just sitting around here talking." Zexion nodded, the empty feeling in his stomach returning to the front of his mind. "I'll go get Josh, then we can eat."

Michelle walked out of the room through a small door. Zexion thought it would be an opportunity to get up and walk around. Upon trying it, he felt soar, but he kept pushing himself until he was in an upright position. Walking awkwardly over to the window, he saw the vast forest that greeted his eyes. The sun was setting, so the trees covered. "How long have I been asleep," thought Zexion. "How am I going to leave this world?"

Josh walked into the room with Michelle. "I've explained everything to Josh."

"Yep, and I hear that you got the vampire talk. Isn't that right, Zexy?" Zexion and Michelle just stared at Josh until Michelle smiled and chuckled. "Zexy, I like it. Look like Zexion's got a new nickname." Zexion mentally groaned. Then Josh spoke up. "I'm hungry, lets eat."

After setting out the dishes on a round table and placing the meat, rice, and gravy in the center, every on sat down. Michelle sat down next to Zexion and Josh, who, since this was a round table, sat next to each other. Michelle turned to Zexion. "Go ahead, eat. I hope you like it."

"Michelle's a great cook. She caught this deer to. On her way back, she found you in the grave yard." Zexion brought a piece of meat, covered in gravy and grains of rice, into his mouth and chewed. It was fabulous! Zexion had never had food this good while attending the organization's meals. "Michelle, this is amazing."

"Really, thank you." Then it was Joshes turn to speak. "So Zexion, I was thinking that I might be able to fix you ship, even if it's totaled. I'm an excellent mechanic." Zexion's eye widened. "Do you think you could really do that?"

"Sure, but there is one condition, you have to take us out of this hell hole." Zexion's eyes were getting really big right now, so Michelle spoke. "There is nothing left for us here, and the only way to get past the wall id to fly over it. Mom's clan wasn't the only clan out there, so no where is safe in this world. All you have to do is drop us off on a populated, non-hostile, planet. Sound fair, though you don't really have a choice."

"Okay, it's settled."

"There will be a problem with those monsters, so Zexy, what weapon can you use? Is a gun okay?"The only gun Zexion had ever seen were Xigbar's but he could probably figure it out. "You'd probably have to show me how to use one, put I think I'll be fine." So, everything was settled. As they ate, Michelle Josh, and Zexion talked about what the other worlds looked like.

After dinner, Michelle asked to help wash the dishes while Josh threw out the perishable left overs, since they lacked a refrigerator. Everything was going well until Michelle handed Zexion a knife to put into a drawer. While setting it down, it sliced his finger. "Michelle, I cut by finger do you have a bandage?" To his surprise, when he turned around, he saw here bent over the sink, wide-eyed and covering her mouth. Her eyes darted to him, then his finger. "JOSH," she yelled, her voice frantic. Josh came running in. "What's wrong?"Zexion stayed silent, not sure what to do. "F-finger." Josh tried to grab her hand and examine it, but she interrupted him.

"His, not mine." Josh looked down at Zexion's hand. "Josh, take him to his room." The two boys walked up the stairs, but not before Josh had handed Michelle a wine bottle, filled with red liquid. When they reached the second floor, their were two doors and another flight of stairs leading up. Walking into one of the doors, josh turned around to face him. "If that ever happens again, give her a bottle from the fridge and don't let her too close to you. I'm the only one whose safe. I'm still a half vampire, even if it's only a little bit, and she won't drink my blood."

"Were did the blood in the blood in the bottles come from?"

"Animals; half bloods are much more adaptable on these terms. She didn't attack you when she found you, even though you were coated in blood, was because she was full from her last blood meal, but she must have been hungry now. Sorry man, she hates having to drink it and feeling inhuman. When it was just us, she could put them off for long periods of time, but now she'll just have to deal with it. She won't mind, though. If it means hurting someone, she do anything she can to get out of it. This probably won't sound like the truth when you see her figh; she becomes a demon. That's only because she believes she's liberating them and us when she kills them. I think she's right. That girl's got the instincts of a lion and the heart of an angel. She's gonna be saying sorry forever, about this."

"It's okay, tell her I'm fine."

"Thanks man, get some sleep while I go check on her. If you need anything, I'm next door and Michelle is upstairs." With that he left. Zexion slid under the black, silk comforter and sighed. The bed was soft and cool from lack of use. His eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep.

***

Zexion opened his eyes to find himself siting on a granite bench in a grave yard. The full moon shone caused the graves to give off a eerie sheen as they sat under a giant willow tree. A shriek rang through the air and what Michelle had called a "slave of the night", had run out from behind a the tree. Finding his feet couldn't move, he raised his arms up in defense. The pain that was expected never came. What did come was a low growl, sending even more fear into his system.

He opened his eyes to see Michelle, holding a head on one had and the strangled remains of the monster. She turned her head to look at him, and what Zexion saw was those deep brown eyes, but this time, when he saw them, they didn't just consume him, they ripped the breath from his throat in a gasp. The anger and hatred in her eyes bore into his mind like a drill. They swirlled around and around like the bit, to form the solid figures that struck up the band of his mind and instructed them to play the song of fear and pain that they had conducted.

When he tried to say her name, his lips felt glued shut. She let out another low growl. The shriek had just signaled an attacking creature. Her low growls sent fear racing through his mind, his body shaking worse then it had when he heard the shriek. These growl belonged to a calm, calculating creature, that had plotted a full-proof plan that would kill him. She was a gun that had been carefully aimed at his head and was staring him in the face. The monster from before ripped apart everything they saw, not thinking of ways to do it, or of reason's not to. It was a kitchen knife that would have been mindlessly stabbed into his back. The man holding the knife was shot by the gun that was staring him in th eyes.

Blood dripped of her body, but it wasn't her's. Turning her whole body in his direction, she let one last growl rip through her throat. She brought her hands t the ground and bent her knees, making her look like a pouncing cat. She leapt at him, arms extended, fingers curled and fingernails looking an awful like claws. The cat-like creature landed on him and managed to dislodge his feet from the ground and sending him tumbling backwards. Every thing went black.