What is this? An Amnesia fanfiction? By God, I am obsessed!

I guess before you continue, I should warn you of a few things:

- This is a Yaoi Fanfiction (surprised?) I am not at liberty to divulge who the exact couple will be (though rest assured, Daniel will be in one of them). If yaoi is not your thing, please be polite and switch over to a new fanfiction. I'm sure there is something out there for you.

- This is not my first fanfiction, but it is my first Amnesia fanfiction. Feel free to give me construction criticism, on plot, character or even spelling/grammar mistakes (though I will try hard to avert from making any). Flames are frowned upon, but I'm also not one to block people.

- Please enjoy and leave a review if you can. Reviews help creative juices flow and help ward off the disease of Writer's Block.

Please enjoy!

Carpe Diem


The dark hallway was stifling, the smell of mildew and rotting corpes reaching up to clog up his lungs. Sweat broke down the man's back as he ran over an uneven grey hallway, tripping on bits of uprooted stones. The old lantern jumbled back and forth in his hold, its dying light indicating to him he only had a little more oil left inside.

The growls and screams behind him were growing louder, with something large pounding against the walls, making the entire hallway shift and groan.

It was coming. There was no where safe to hide; not even in his own mind.

The man turned down another hallway without even looking, and something jutting from the wall caught his leg. A pipe, a skeleton, he didn't know. All he knew was that he was falling, allowing the blood-hungry force behind him time to catch up.

He yelled out, but before cold stone could come up to meet him, he fell into something much more soft and stablizing. Blinking, the sweaty runaway looked up, only to freeze in fear.

An old man with hair so white, that contrasted so with his tan skin, stood there grinning down at him.

"Why are you running, Daniel? Isn't this what you wanted? To be redeemed?" A gnarled, yet strong hand came up to grab onto dark brown hair, pulling the head back to expose the younger man's neck. Daniel gasped, trying to push away from the other, accidently dropping his precious lantern as the other man's hand came up to grip both his wrists.

"Alexander!" the trapped man breathed out, pleading.

Dark lips softened into an almost caring smile, coming down to hover just above the man's forehead.

"I told you I would give you what you desired." The deep, sultry voice whispered, placing a soft kiss on pale skin.

A pounding of bricks grew louder as a red light flooded into the hall. Daniel's scream mixed with that of the wretched creature's, as a tendril of red, pulsing mass went straight for his throat.


Daniel awoke, panting and sweating, with white covers flung about him, barely covering his shaking body. He didn't take notice of anything as he fumbled for the night stand near his bed, looking for a candle, a lamp, anything.

His hand brushed against something cold and smooth, and he nearly fell back at the flood of unnatural light that hit his eyes. And then it hit him on where he actually was.

Propped up on his hands and knees, he slowly got his breathing back to normal, as he cast his brown eyes about to reaffirm what he already knew. No longer was he in the dank, stony rooms of Brennenburg castle. He was in a much far more unnatural place. The walls and ceilings were smooth plaster, with the color of a light yellow. His eyes were always brought up to the smooth glass fixture at the top, much like a chandelier, but instead of candles it held slightly spherical glass balls. Much like the ones in the lamp he had accidentally turned on in his haste. He looked to the source of the light he had now, feeling the tendrils of darkness around him creep back into his psyche, and he wearily touched the smooth surface again.

It grew brighter.

He dared one more touch, and knew from experience that it was at the brightest it could get after three taps to its metal body. He remembered nights of sheer panic, trying to keep the light on, and not understanding why it grew so bright and then immediately shut off again. It was embarrassing to remember how his hands rapidly banged against the lamp, but even worse was remembering the scream of shock when first shown how a light tap could bring on electrical light.

Electricity.

It was such a seemingly impossible concept spoken over by only the finest minds back in his home country, and yet, here it was available next to his bed at a simple touch. He'd spent quite awhile, with the overhead light on of course, watching the light flicker on and off with each touch. Wondering how the mechanics within were able to control the density of the light so well.

A knock on the door stirred him from his thoughts, and a young woman poked her head into the room.

"Breakfast will be in 30 minutes. The Masters request you attend it with them." Daniel couldn't help starring back at the lady. Her pristine skin had a light cerulean tinge to it, and her dark eyes seemed to glow the longer he watched. She didn't mind his starring, or at least, he thought she didn't mind. She didn't give much emotion, really. In fact, she just seemed to be starring blankly at him, as if he was a dried up roll that she was mulling over to throw away or not.

"Would the Young Master care to be helped dressed today?"

"N-no, that's alright. I can do it. Though, could you please turn the light on?"

With a curt nod the women backed out of the door, flipping the switch before closing the door behind her. Immediately the room was filled with light, which took the male a moment to get used too. Rubbing at his temples, blinking rapidly to get use to the light quickly, he wondered with a soft blush if the servant woman had heard his cries at all. From his nightmare. He was ashamed to admit he was still having them. Why couldn't he realize that he was safe now?

Finally, he stepped out of the bed and walked over to the door which led into a bathroom. At first he had thought the idea ridiculous of having a bathroom so near ones bedroom, but after waking up in the dead of night a few times when he first got here, it actually became more of a blessing than a problem.

He shivered from the feeling of cold tiles against his feet, and quickly moved to the fluffy mat near the sink. Reaching out, he turned one of the silver knobs and watched the water flow from the faucet. The plumbing here was amazing as well. He had seen some of the more elaborate plumbing in city households back in London, and in his university, but never had he seen it where it could so quickly go from freezing cold to scalding hot with just a few turns of two individual knobs.

Catching water into his hand, Daniel splashed some cold water into his face, then looked up at the mirror in front of him.

It had taken awhile to get use to the image before him as well.

The face that looked back at Daniel was one that he might have had the day he left to study at the university; at the age of 18. And even then his skin wasn't so free of imperfections and scars. Reaching up, he graced a hand over his cheek and then reached up to grab a strand of brown hair. Even his hair was full life then it had back then, undamaged and clean, free from the years of having to live with his abusive father.

He was young again, though the reason why scared him.

Leaning away from the sink, he took a comb from one of the drawers and quickly ran it through his hair to make it look more presentable. After that he turned off the faucet and went into the other room to get dressed. The clothes here were sort of like the ones from back home, but with a lighter weight and made of a much more breathable fabric.

He dressed in light brown pants, with a white under shirt he could barely feel against his skin and then added to it a brown vest. He knew the others said that brown was not a fitting color on him, but it made him feel a little better. Dark colored clothes was all he could afford back home, and the oddly colored and shaped clothes here were a little...odd for his taste.

Finally ready, and able to look fairly decent, the young man opened the door and started to leave...before remembering he left the lights on. He had already been scolded by some of the help to not leave lights or water faucets on. He supposed he should have known this, but...before he came here he never really had the time to turn anything off.

After a quick rush to turn off both lights, he started to make his way down the sun lit hallways. Daniel looked to the outside world through the enormous windows which made up one side of the hall, and his breath caught, marveling at the scene before him. His room was one of the few that bordered a big garden. The grass was a stunning green surrounded by flower beds of colors he had never thought a flower could have. Let alone a single flower. Some had a trove of different shades of one color, or looked like a rainbow bursting from the top of their stem. Stone benches and archways decorated the pebbled path that went through, and he could even catch sight of the odd looking statues that peeked there and about within the flower garden.

It was always such a magnificent sight to see, that it distracted Daniel just long enough from noticing a tall figure before he collided into it.

Winded, the young man nearly fell to the carpeted floor before being caught by two strong arms. For a minute his dream flashed in his head and he almost screamed at the figure to let him go, before looking up at the face that was smiling down at him.

Wavy blond hair encompassed around a handsome structured face, with caring green eyes that stared down at the shorter male in his arms. A well-trimmed fluffy goatee shifted only slightly in the wind as a joking smile spread across the man's face as he set an arm across Daniel's back to hold him straight.

"You must be careful, Daniel. We mustn't risk sending you to the emergency room." A thick German accent greeted him, with a deep but stirring voice. The man before Daniel was nothing like he was when he first met him, except for maybe the accent and still having the habit to be quite talkative.

The young man swallowed, embarrassed, and tried to smile up at the other.

"Good morning, Agrippa."


And, that's it, the end. No, I kid.

Before anyone hurts themselves trying to figure it out; no, they are not in the future. Just wait and see. Plus, I'm sure you'll figure it out.

I do hope you enjoyed the first chapter of "Carpe Diem" and please return soon to see the second chapter! Also, please review if you have the time.