AN: Alright, first off, I just want to say that this was originally intended to be a sci-fi story for class. Turns out, after giving my main character the name of "Ginji" it became a Get Backers fanfic... just changed a little bit for copyright purposes : / This IS a shounen-ai/yaoi fic(but I guess since this is , there can't really be anything explicit) and since I started writting without really realizing what I was doing, it turns out that in my mind, Ginji is has more of his Raitei personality than this Tare personality. Well. I've basically got my ending planned, so if you end up reading this, you'll find out what all happens.. well... I'd actually still need to write it all.... sooner or later.... ;
Another side note: This is AU, I've never been to Tokyo, so don't yell too much at my horrible description of it.
Get Backers does not belong to me either!

11.23.04 update: Oh my dear goodness. oO I had to go back and delete all the chapters from then replace them because somehow one chapter was missing as I read through it on FF.

Prologue

"My Story"

You would have never guessed that three or four hundred years ago vampires roamed the earth. They were probably alive longer than that. Maybe even when Christ

was crucified. As of now, I'd have to say they run in abundance with the bustling or lazy crowds of the night. We just don't know it. They blend in too well.

You see, they look so much like us, excusing the fact that some of them are pale and beautiful in a morbid way, that we wouldn't normally give them a second glance.

Although very few people would ever notice a vampire walking down the street. The people who do notice have some special sense that they didn't even realize.

They just thought they were seeing things. Of course, the vampires knew about said people, most obviously when they were given funny looks, or when they were second

glanced.

It was unfortunate for those poor chosen few, because even if they just wanted to believe that the weird aura they saw was only their imagination, the vampires

would kidnap the "offender" and give them a choice (generous of then, isn't it?): to become their little pet, never telling a soul of what they know (not like they'd get the

chance to), or be killed for having seen what is not to be publicly known.

You may be asking yourself "How do you know so much?" Simple fact being that I just so happen to be one of those "special" people. Yay for me, ne? Hah. I can't

quite say I'd ever enjoy the time I found out that all the fairy tales (of which were never happy) and the myths I'd ever heard or read about suddenly came to life. I use to

always be the skeptical person saying "Hah! Vampires? Werewolves? You've got to be kidding me. Those things don't exist. Just like zombies and UFO's!" Now, I don't even

know what to say.

Maybe everything I'd seen had been in my imagination or I could have been dreaming? Then how could I explain these scars? Oh, well. Maybe you should tell me if

I should go to the little bouncy room where I can finger paint all day… after I tell you my story.