Sora's Darkness

He follows after him.
"Hm, they aren't in the East Wing... perhaps?" His eyes falls on the opposite side.

 

He arrives where Jenova is. "So, is he finally obedient?" "Seems like it."

 

"Absolutely. Emotion interferes obedience, therefore, you can count on it."

 

When Jenova's words aren't in italics, it means she's speaking in her own language.

"We'll just have to make sure that cloak stays on you."

 

He took a hint from Sephiroth.
He seals the dark cloak on himself. "Dark cloak sealed confirm."

 

"If Sora attacks, be sure he doesn't take that off of you."

 

He nods his head. "Right."
Sora heads down the West Wing hallway. "He's nearby, but... different."

 

He sniffed the air. "Speaking of the devil, here he comes."

 

"What are your orders?" His voice shows no hint of eagerness.
He walks closer to the stairs but remain puzzled between two rooms that are exactly opposite from each other.

 

"Ambush." He said simply, then seemed to blend in with the darkness so that he was indistinguishable and started off in Sora's direction.

 

He took a step back as the darkness opens behind him. He draws his sword then head towards him.
His keyblade automatically summons to his hand. "What does this mean?" He looks at it, confused.

 

He slunk over to Sora's right side and pounces at him with his fangs aimed for his throat.

 

He widen his eyes in surprise he aims for his lower jaw but it recoils back. "What--?"
"I cannot have you attack my master." He points his sword at him.
He uses his bare hands as he struggles to keep him away.

 

He snapped his jaws at him as he was rapidly getting closer to his throat. After all, trying to hold back Sephiroth is like trying to hold back the Midgar Zolom one-handed.

 

He spins over to one side around him as he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
He grabs his wrist then hits him at the back, knocking him unconscious. Cloud pulls his spiky brown hair back with his throat exposed.

 

He sunk his fangs into Sora's neck and started drinking his rich blood.

 

He watches as color drains from the punk's face, but did nothing.

 

He removed his fangs from Sora as he thought of something. "Shouldn't Demon King have helped him by now?"

 

He searches for his scent but it is nowhere to be found. "It is abnormal since they have a special connection." He turns to face him. "Who is going after him? The punk would never wake up from this unless there's transfusion."

 

"Good point." He said as he let Sora fall to the floor. "Come. We have already wasted too much time on our intruder." He started walking back to Jenova.