The sun's rays reached out everywhere, touching everything with its warm fingers. Everything except the giant notch in the side of the mountain. It looked dark and ancient. There were buildings inside the mountain, the old ruins of an ancient people. They just left this place here for the tourists who scrambled all over it with their fast food trash and cameras. No one seemed to notice the small yellow sign that blocked off one road leading into the mountain of Mesa Verde. 'Keep Out,' it read. No one seemed curious about where it lead to but they probably had ideas. It could lead right into the depths of hell or even to another part of the village, where the people had run off to. Only the shamans knew for sure because this was the road to the Patch Village.

A small group had already gathered there, discussing if they should go in or not. A group of rebellious boys no doubt, wanting to cause some trouble.

"Hey! It says Keep Out!" One boy with a set of orange headphones exclaimed in a childlike wonder, as if he had just learned to read signs.

"Ok, let's go in." A Chinese boy with one single spike on his head started for the road.

"Hey you there!" A man shouted at the group. They all looked up to see if they had really been caught.

Another group had appeared by the sign, most of them were men dressed in diverse fashions, as if they had come from the United Nations in their country's typical clothing. There was a giant man, twice the size of the others. He wore a football player's uniform but had spiked shoulderpads and helmet. Perched on his shoulder, hanging onto one of the spikes, was a young girl with the loveliest red hair. She was the most pleasing to the eyes in a group of caped men and foreigners. There were two men dressed in black and a fat man with a fire tattoo on his exposed belly. The man who shouted at the group took a step forward. He was dressed in white and wore a turbin and a veil.

"Due to conservational reasons, access is limited to those who have a group pass. If you really want to go through, you may come with us." He said.

"Cool! Hear that Ren? They're nice people." The boy with the orange headphones said to the Chinese boy.

"Have you ever seen such suspicious tourists?" The Chinese boy smirked. "Look closer. I've seen them before."

The boys studied the other group for a moment and gasped in horror.

"But it's Hao's henchmen!" They all suddenly exlaimed.

"Hao!" A boy with green hair started to rush forward but the boy with headphones stopped him.

"Calm down, Lyserg." He said to his friend.

"You are quite observant, the boy that is named Ren." The girl smiled from her perch.

The boy with the orange headphones pulled them back behind his ears and tossed his hair. "What do you guys want?" He asked.

Hao's henchmen stared in astonishment.

"You saw that?" The fat man asked.

"Indeed, very interesting." One of the men in black replied. The bird-girl giggled.

"What?!" The boy asked.

"Oh, nothing. Sorry. You look exactly like him. Your resemblance of your ancestor, our Lord Hao, is quite astonishing." The Arabian man said.

This statement caused clamor between the boy's friends. They were discussing about their 'Master Yoh' being a descendant of Hao. Obviously, they did not like the idea.

"I say he looks a lot like me." The boy said smartly. Everyone froze.

"Hey! You've got some explaining to do!" A boy with ice-blue hair shouted at the Arabian man.

"Eh?" The man acted surprised. "Sorry but I cannot reveal anymore information. We have a mission to finish."

"Mission?" The blue haired boy asked.

"Orders are to give Master Yoh some secret information and to exterminate his companions. Those were Master Hao's orders." The Arabian man said.

Yoh and his friends were frozen in shock. Suddenly something grabbed Lyserg and bit into his neck. It had happened so fast that no one had seen what happened until the dust settled and the cape came down. The man in black that wore a cape had attacked Lyserg.

"You are so full of hatred that you couldn't see me coming. That's why I'll kill you first." The man said as blood dribbled down his chin.

"Lyserg!" The man with a split pompadour shouted. "Waah! I didn't even see anything!"

He watched as Lyserg fell to the ground, lifeless.

"You fiend! What did you do to poor Lyserg!?" The pompadour ran at the man who had just attacked.

"Heh, so emotional." The man said as the pompadour went for a punch. Suddenly, he disappeared and the pompadour almost fell to the ground.

"He disappeared!" He looked around, trying to find where he went.

"I'm over here." The man said.

The other man didn't even have time to spin around and the top part of his hair was cut off by a cutlass. The little girl smiled and clapped. She was probably as old as the other boys but she acted like a child.

"Humans...So simple, so fragile. Without a doubt, I'll take on Elvis there." The man said as he held up his cutlass. "Let me introduce us. My spirit ally, Blamuro, the Vampire Hunter." The form of a man appeared beside him. So he was a shaman. "I am Boris Tepes Dracula, I am a vampire."

Now that Boris was talking more, there was an accent to him. Transylvanian, most likely since he is a descendent of Dracula. He had a fair face and beautiful blue-grey hair. He wore such elegant clothes, like a prince. Boris was very well-mannered. No wonder the little girl on the big one's shoulder had fallen in love with him. She watched him with a passion and was delighted by his every movement. Just hearing him breath was pure ecstasy for her. The girl was obsessed with him, even though he may not even care.

"Dracula!" Yoh exclaimed, scared.

"Dracula was a fictional character." Ren said.

"I bet you aren't even a shaman." The boy with the blue hair threatened. "That guys looks more like Dracula than you!"

Boris turned to the other man who was dressed in black while Yoh and his friends compared and contrasted the two to Dracula from the movies. The man did look like Bram Stoker's Dracula. He had a goatee and a crooked mustache, like Salvador Dali. His hair came up into two black horns, making him look like a devil. A devil that Boris now hated.

"Boris! You don't need to take that crap from those boys." The girl called to him as he slumped around in disgust.

"She's right, I don't." Boris said to himself, getting up. "That's it! I can't let someone compare me to such a low life!"

Boris pulled out his cutlass again. Everyone watched anxiously to see what he would do. He appeared behind his comrade, who everyone thought was Dracula and thrusted his cutlass through his back.

To be continued in Chapter 2!