A/N: I deleted my first story because in my opinion it was too shoujo manga like and I hate shoujo manga. I decided, I'm not very good at writing from the point of view of female protagonists so I'm writing about my beloved male characters now. I love these boys very much so expect them to be in more of my works ok? Also, the other reason I deleted my first story was because it wasn't yaoi and I just don't like most het pairings anymore because not many people can write interesting, intelligent girl characters so it comes off as a stupid girl after a hot guy in everything and this is not everything so...if you hate yaoi buzz off.

Disclaimer: All of these characters, situations, places, etc. are MINE nad I would kill to protect them.

Warning: Yaoi, Violence, Horror, and some sexy Vampires!

Summary: Alistair Knighthood's precious younger brother, Sora, has been a cripple since a tragic accident took away the use of his legs. Depressed, he runs away from home only to return when an enigmatic Doctor named Keiran claims to have the ability to cure his legs on one condition. The condition? Sora has to attend a mysterious school simply called The Academy. At first, things go amazingly well but soon Alistair begins to sense an underlying hint of fear in all of Sora's letters. Being the over-protective older brother that he is, Alistair goes to The Academy to find it completely empty except for one body. Sora's. The next day police arrest Alistair for the crime but he is soon released because of an insanity plea. But Alistair's been having dreams about the crime, dreams that say the culprit is a vampire and possibly still lurking in the school. Are the dreams true or did Alistair really kill his younger brother? He gets a chance to find out when he is accepted into The Academy but once he gets there things get a little strange. Under the moonlight, Alistair meets an ethereal creature who resembles Sora but isn't truly him and he falls in love with the vampire. MxM yaoi

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Vampire Moon

Prologue: I remember...

I remember when he died. My brother that is. It was just last year and he was only 12 years old. You have to know something about him to understand what happened to him. He was a cripple. When Sora was only two years old he and my mother got into a car accident and he never recovered. The doctors said the best we could hope for him would be if he could retain the ability to walk with the use of crutches and he somehow managed that. It wasn't enough for Sora though. Not enough because he wanted to walk, he wanted it so desperately that he couldn't breathe. I understand how it feels to want something so badly that you could die without it, that you would give up anything for it. I would give up my life to have him back. My soul.

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Sora was always a cheerful kid, always smiling and he could make me smile too, and even our Mother who never smiled. You would think a crippled 12 year old wouldn't find anything to smile at but he did and they were the simplest things. I apologize, I just veered off track for a second. Well, the reason I just told you that is because I need you to understand the change that underwent Sora the months before his death. He didn't smile anymore. I didn't notice at first because both Mother and I were busy worrying about the medical bills but soon I couldn't avoid it anymore. Sora never got out of bed, he never ate enough. Finally, when he began to look more like a cadaver than a human, Mother had enough. She sent Sora to a therapist who told us some crap about Sora's mind always subconsciously denying the fact that he was crippled forever and that the adolescent hormones in his body were finally making him realize that his injury was permanent and he was in shock. He told us to give Sora time and Mother seemed to believe him.

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For a while after that she spoiled Sora and gave in to his every demand, all the while Sora grew worse and worse. He became arrogant, filled with self-pity he thought everyone should give in to his wishes. He was acting particularly spoilt when I finally grew tired of his pathetic attitude and I'm ashamed to say I hit him. For hours after that I shouted at him, and he shouted at me. Mother didn't know how to stop us but she begged and pleaded with both of us. After a while, Sora ran out of the house--or he ran as much as a cripple could with his crutches--and Mother begged me to go after him. I was so angry--smoldering with my anger--that I refused and watched as my Mother ran out into the dark to bring him back. Left to my own devices I eventually cooled off and eventually the guilt seeped in. I waited for Mother to return with Sora so I could say sorry but she came back alone, empty-handed and near tears. I had never seen my Mother cry, she was normally such a strong woman that it didn't seem plausible. I went to her but she told me to go find Sora, she said he would only be found if I were the one looking. So I looked. And looked, and looked, and looked but it seemed she was wrong. Sora wouldn't come back, not even if I looked for him.

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I guess you could say that's where I was wrong. Sora came back but when he did he was a changed person. For the first time in a long time he was actually happy again, the Sora I used to know. He began talking to Mother about some special school and about a doctor who he thought could heal him. Mother wanted to believe him but I could tell, deep down inside, her supplies of hope was running out. Even so, we began to try to find a way to enroll him in the school, simply called The Academy, and to our surprise it wasn't very difficult because the doctor helped Sora. The doctor that he met was a man called Keiran but I couldn't help but doubt him even though Sora trusted him so. He told us what Sora told us, the school was not in the small town of Pacific Heights it was in the Mainland, all the way in the biggest city in the world. Mother wasn't very keen on letting Sora travel 2000 miles away from her just because of the words of a stranger but Sora persuaded her. He always persuaded her.

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Sora always wrote to us from that far away school but we still missed him sorely. I could hear Mother praying sometimes, praying to God to let Sora be safe. The funny part is, she was never very religious. I prayed for him too, in my own way, I prayed for his happiness and for his smiles to return to him and to me. You could say I was a bit over-protective of Sora and you wouldn't be wrong. I wish I could have spent my whole life protecting him but he didn't want that so I let him go, to fly with his own wings, only to be cut down soon after. Everything at the school was fine at first, Sora's letters always full of levity and merriment, but soon I began to sense an underlying level of fear behind his words. I knew Sora better than anyone else in the whole world, even mother, and I could tell he was lying. He was never very good at keeping the truth from me. Finally, after reading so many lies, I decided to go bring Sora back. Maybe that's why he's not alive today? I guess I'll never know for sure.

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When I got to The Academy everything was quiet, almost eerily so. The school was empty as far as the eye could see and I felt a surge of dread run through my veins. Even now I don't know what prompted me to be so afraid by I was. Terribly so. It became even worse when I went inside the building, the door wasn't locked and the lights were turned off on the inside. I stepped in what I thought was a puddle of water but when I finally switched on the lights I saw it was something much worse. Blood. It was nearly dry and starting to brown but I knew what it was. The strange thing is, there weren't any bodies--alive or dead--at the time and I ran through the building calling Sora's name desperately. I tried looking for him in his assigned room but only found more blood. My heart was pounding so hard, I was so scared, but I kept moving--kept going on--for Sora. Finally I went out into the school garden and saw a path of blood leading to a little shrine. I remember a sort of bleary, disconnected voice in my head told me it was a place of worship and I thought 'Isn't that strange? I didn't know The Academy was a school of worship...' But my thoughts weren't focused enough to really think about it and my feet seemed to lead me to the interior of the shrine on their own. When I got inside I almost fainted. There was Sora--my Sora, my brother--lying face up on a pedestal. He looked like he was asleep his silky golden hair, so unlike my messy black, straying into his face--but I could tell he wasn't. He was too pale. Too still. Too dead. At that moment my heart stopped and I ran up to him, and I shook him over and over again to try to wake him up but he wouldn't. That was where the police found me the next morning.

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The higher-ups in The Academy were really quite smart. At the time I couldn't figure out how they cleaned up all the blood. Sora's blood I found out later. The police thought I had committed the crime and even I wasn't completely sure of my innocence. They asked me why I came to The Academy that night and I told them how worried I was for Sora. I told them about the hidden traces of fear in his letters but the Criminal-Psychologists couldn't detect anything from the letters and I soon became their primary subject. They claimed I had an obsession with Sora and I was disgusted by their ideas. Sure I loved Sora but I only wanted what was best for him and if disappearing from my life was best for Sora I'd be the first person to accept it. Mother adamantly refused to even consider the idea that I had killed Sora. At first I was grateful to her, for believing in me when no one else did but soon even that hope was torn from my mind. Mother told me later that she had already lost Sora to a murderer so she didn't want to lose me, even if I was said murderer. My own Mother didn't believe me so who would?

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Soon after however, I was released from the charge. The Judge pleaded me not guilty by reason of insanity. Insane, can you believe it? I was sentenced to a mental hospital and after a few months, released back into the custody of my Mother. Since then, Mother has been silent and rarely speaks to me unless it's absolutely necessary. Sometimes she just holds on to me and cries, that's when I really feel guilty even though I didn't do anything. I think my guilt eventually made me have the nightmares. They came to me every night, horrible dreams about Vampires, yes Vampires, that came into The Academy and slaughtered Sora. I told Mother who told the crappy Psychologist and he told me my trauma caused the dreams and gave me some sleeping pills. They didn't work, I still had the nightmares every night until I was almost convinced of my insanity. Then something happened to show me the reality the dreams portrayed. I met him.

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My circumstances for meeting him were certainly strange. A week after my dreams started I got an acceptance letter from The Academy. The thing is, I never applied, but I thought it was the perfect opportunity to investigate what really happened that night. Mother was against it but eventually I convinced her I needed this, not only to prove my innocence to the world but to myself as well. She broke down and assented but after that she cried, and held me, and begged me to return to her. I promised I would. When I arrived at The Academy a few days later everything and everyone in it seemed normal. Perfect even. A bit too perfect. It took me a whole week to return to the shrine but when I finally did it was midnight. When I went inside I gasped in shock for before me was Sora and yet he was not Sora, if you could understand that. He was beautiful, the boy, but in a different way then Sora. His hair was as pale as snow--as pale as Sora in death--and his eyes as red as blood. Sora's blood resembled his eyes I remembered thinking. The only thing he had in common with Sora was his looks and slender figure, not his strange coloring. Basically he was Sora's mirror image but was all the wrong colors to really be Sora. When he turned to look at me I saw the light of the full-moon shine on his slender fangs and I knew what he was. What Sora had become. A Vampire.

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'Alistair...' I heard his soft, lilting voice--as if he was singing--sound in my head because he never moved his lips. And the really strange thing was, I felt my heart bloom in my chest in a way I'd never felt before. He was Sora and he wasn't Sora but I loved him already in a heady, passionate way, a way I'd never thought of Sora in no matter what the police thought. It was then I knew that my nightmare had become a reality...

'I remember when my brother died and then he lived but he was no longer the same'

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