It was a chilly winter's night. Clouds danced across the sky, not allowing the full moon's light to shine through. The brunette boy was wandering around with a small flashlight and a piece of wood in his back pocket. The forest was noisy, owls would hoot, and crickets would chirp. It made him calm but still on alert. A day in December wouldn't change his views of what he hunted. He wanted them all gone. The very reason for his extremely late night walk. As Sora thought to himself of what the day would hold when the sun broke the horizon, a rustle came from nearby. He turns immediately. But there is nothing that he can see just yet. Them. His breathing quickens, and the calmness from before has vanished.

"And I thought tonight wasn't going to be exciting." The brunette said.

"Oh but it is," came a loud and husky voice. The male couldn't sense where the voice came from. He listened to the rustling of leaves but never heard any. Was this thing very good at hiding where it was?

"Try right behind you." The brunette turned quickly around, his sight was suddenly lost.

"Stupid Bloodsucker" he spat. A blindfold was covering his eyes.

"Nothing to see I assure you." Suddenly a pair of raspy lips was on his, cold to the touch but soft that almost fit perfectly with his. As soon as the kiss started, the lips were gone again. The color turned back into his world. He was in his old bedroom.

Am I dreaming?

There a little brunette boy lay sleeping soundly, snuggled in his car bed sheets. He rolled over a bit but was securely asleep. At that time a crash suddenly jolted the boy from his slumber. He yawned and sat up on his bed.

"Dad?" Nothing came as a reply. "Mom?" Still silence. The boy threw the warming blankets off his body, and soon felt the chill on his slender legs. "Brgh, when did I open that window?" The boy removed himself from the bed and walked to the open window.

"You didn't, I did." A husky voice said.

The same voice!

The little boy turned to meet a silver long-haired man. "Who are you?" the boy simply asked.

"I am your enemy. I will not fight someone so defenseless. I will wait till you grow old and notice your changes. You will hunt for me. A single kiss will start the hunt." His voice was almost a whisper. "Would you like to play?" The boy shook his head. The game sounded mean, and nothing like hide and go seek which was safe and comfortable to him. "Sorry, but you must. I will come back seeking you. But with this single kiss this part of your memory will cease to exist." The much older man leaned and kissed the boy lightly. As soon as the kiss started it ended. The boy went limp, and the silver haired man placed the little boy on the bed.

I don't remember this.

But the kiss...Starts the hunt.

Changes? The quickness, the strength, the restlessness; all of it started a year ago. Everything changed in him. He knew he was target, he had been in years. Vampires had attacked him; the changes are an attempt to save his precious life.

He had researched what was attacking him. They where cold to the touch, strong, came only at night, and were incredibly fast. Then a giant book happens to fall into his lap one day "The One." The book talked about a boy who was like the Vampires but was truly human. He would grow old and come out in sunlight, but the Vampires lusted for his blood, which held powers of the great Vampire Lord.

So he walked across the small island every night, because he did not want to endanger the lives of his family or friends. He trained and grew stronger every day; till he knew he could take any Vampire that came to kill him. But when he was this small one of the monsters knew it was him?

Why didn't he just kill me?

Why did he wait?

His sky blue eyes quickly flashed open. He was now alone in the vast forest. He glanced around.

Where did he go?

Sora pulled himself off of the icy ground. Snow began to fall. He simply walked out of the forest clutching his wooden weapon.

The Game has started.

It's the beginning of my end.