Chapter Two- The Bite
Full from his meal, Kurama headed for one of the many empty houses he lived in. He no longer lived with his mother, even though he still loved her. He was afraid that his bloodlust would get the better of him and that he would end up killing her. He couldn't take that chance. He also didn't want her to worry about him so he left her a note the night he left, saying that he had been accepted as an exchange student in America.
Approaching his house on Whip Way (A/N: heh, heh), he ascended to the second floor and laid on a beat-up mattress he had retrieved out of a dumpster. There, he laid and thought. His mind drifted to that fateful day when his world was turned upside-down:
Kurama walked out of Genkai's temple and into the late afternoon sun after a Spirit Detectives' meeting. Even though everyone else was still inside talking, he felt it best to head for home right then and there. He wanted to get home to look out for his mother. It wasn't because she was ill. She was fine. He felt guilty that he had left her alone when he had participated in the Dark Tournament.
His thoughts were interrupted when someone grabbed him from behind and dragged him into the shadows. A dark voice hissed in his ear, "Relax and this will be easier on you."
"Who are you?"
"Your...executioner!" The man plunged his fangs into Kurama's neck, eliciting a scream from the half-demon. This man was a vampire! A vampire was drinking his blood. He wanted to cry out again, but it felt like his voice had been paralyzed. In fact, his whole body felt paralyzed.
"Spirit Gun!"
Yusuke's voice was a pleasant sound. What wasn't pleasant was the vampire spitting out the blood in his mouth and onto the wound on Kurama's neck upon hearing someone's voice.
The force of Yusuke's spirit gun completely destroyed the vampire, leaving behind nothing but a pile of ash.
"Kurama! You okay?"
Kurama rubbd his sore neck before replying, "It appears so. You saved my life."
"Was that a vampire?"
"Yes, it was."
"Well, maybe you should get home before a werewolf or something attacks."
"Agreed." Still rubbing his wound, Kurama trudged home, his senses on the alert for anymore threats.
Luckily, none appeared and he arrived safely at his house. He snuck upstairs to the bathroom to wash off his blood before going to his room. He threw on a pair of jeans and a turtleneck to cover the bite mark. It had stopped bleeding awhile back, but the mark would take longer to heal and fade.
Pleased with his clothes, he headed downstairs and prepared dinner for his mother and him. Once the dishes had been done, Kurama headed upstairs to begin his homework. However, fate had other plans for the fox demon.
No sooner had the boy entered his room then a searing pain from the bite shot through his neck and body. Clasping a hand to his neck, he cried out in pain, thankful that his bedroom door was closed. The mark was positively burning. He started to bite his lower lip to contain his screams, but a sharp prick hit his lip and he retracted it. He ran his tongue along his teeth and came across a pair of razor-sharp fangs.
"I'm becoming a vampire! But, how?" Kurama gasped. The blood! The vampire had blood in his mouth when Yusuke appeared. His attack was so sudden it startled his attacker and he had spat the blood onto the wound.
"His saliva has mixed with my blood. That's why I'm turning." A pain in his heart caused him to clutch his chest. He could feel his heart beating wildly at first, but then it started to slow.
'The death stage is beginning. My heart will soon stop and I'll die, only to reawaken as an undead creature.' Upon this realization, the human and demon halves of him started to wash their feelings over him. The human, Shuichi, didn't want to die. But the demon, Yoko, was curious to find out what powers a vampire possessed.
After several long minutes, the heart ceased beating and the human, Shuichi Minamino died, his final breath rattled in his throat.
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It had been a month since Kurama had risen from the dead. Though his heart no longer beat, he still possessed emotions as well as displayed them. As the scenes and recollections of his death played in his mind, tears spilled down his death pale cheeks. He couldn't go to school because the sun burned his skin. In fact, the sun prevented him from doing most of the things he used to do when he was alive. The daylight was reason enough for him to find homes with the windows completely boarded up. Sighing, Kurama closed his eyes and fell asleep, just as the sun peeked over the horizon.