#((tbh idk if they'd even figure out what was happening I mean he'll just assume it's memories alskdalksjd))

[aspiringroleplays]

@maregiis

Dhampires were nocturnal creatures by nature, and Sora fought it as hard as he could. He loved the sun and craved the business of the day time, even if he had to wear a ton of sunscreen now just to go out.

But every now and then, he couldn't sleep at night. And couldn't resist the sun's warm rays to lull him into a nap. At least he had found a place somewhat secluded away from people.

This universe was strange, so unlike his own. This was not a universe of demons and angels. This was one of heartless and.... whatever else was here. Where light and darkness manifested itself as physical forces, that preyed upon the heart and it's weaknesses one corner at a time.

And boy, did Sora have a lot of weaknesses.

Sora stirred in his sleep, plagued by images that were not his usual nightmares. Normally he felt rage. Fury at his sire, the one who had killed him and turned him into this. Hate for the vampires that hunted him and wanted him dead. Disgust at himself, for tolerating the monster he'd become.

But this time those feelings only briefly passed through, weaving through his thoughts like fish jumping through a river. The ones he mostly felt was...

Despair.

Grief for the family and life he'd lost. Pain from realizing he'd never be reunited with his parents again, even in the afterlife. Horror from the weight of the lives he'd taken- both from hunger, and to defend himself.

And most importantly-

"Don't do anything until I get there!-"

In his dream he'd burst into tears- but as he awoke and swung up to a sitting position he was dry-eyed, just agonized over the flashback he'd had to endure. The burst of emotions had pushed his traits out, and he was too distraught to pull them back in. Claws and fangs, long ears and stout nose- features and traits of a hunter for human blood. And his eyes, normally a golden color, glowed briefly the color of fire, the flash of pain bringing everything to the forefront.

But then he was shocked, head swiveling to face the one that had been approaching him in his sleep. Like a cruel joke, the familiarity struck him in pain, the shards of his broken heart stabbing painfully into his being. He had asked the witch for an escape from his world, because he couldn't bear the idea of being on the same plane as her as he pursued his goal of getting strong enough to kill his sire and himself.

And yet there she was, her face and scent unmistakable.

"-I want to see that monster suffer myself!"

"Kairi..." he whispered.

The last person he'd ever wanted to see.