Title: The Tragic Song
Genre: romance, tragedy
Rating: T for language and violence (mentions of sex, mpreg, and other things)
Pairings: YamiXYugi; BakuraXRyou; MarikXMalik; KaibaXJonouchi
Summary: This was a story from long ago. A story of a vampire king, his human lover, a jealous vampiress, and the 'mother' I thought I would once have. This is the story of why humans and vampires can not fall in love. This is the story of the tragic song that the vampire king Yami sings every night.
Me: Okay, guys! This is the rewrite of "The Tragic Song", though all it is is adding more to the story and the chapters! So, some scenes are extended and stuff!
Lucy: Again, we intend to make people cry when this story is done, but it will be for sadness and joy.
Me: It has some humor, but not too much. Now, please enjoy the story that we worked so hard to put together. We have tried to make it so that everyone will enjoy it, but I guarantee that closer to the end, someone will hate me for writing it, but near the end, you will enjoy it XD
Lucy: Please read on and get the tissue boxes ready!
Chapter One: The Human Part I
I guess you guys want me to start from the beginning.
Well, sadly, I can't do that.
To go through 2000 years of history and wars would take forever, and I know better than anyone that you mortals don't have forever. You have a limited time, until roughly seventy years or less, sometimes more if you are truly lucky and healthy, and then you die.
Not like us vampires.
I've been alive nearly 350 years, though my body shows I am only about twenty-one years of age.
My hair is white, but it has always been like that, and my skin is pale and as flawless as it has always been, no wrinkles anywhere to be seen. I am still strong and as lovely as I was the day I was sixteen, the age when I fell in love for the first time. My life was at its best around that age, and would always be.
As wonderful as I make it sound, living forever can be a horrid thing.
We vampires, you see, can not be killed merely by age. Disease and swords, as well as other weapons, can take our lives away in an instant. That is the downside to being an immortal.
But, enough of me yammering on.
You came for the story, so I'll stop talking and get on with it.
This story is about the Vampire King, my father.
No, Yami is not my father. Truth be told, he adopted me. He found me in the forests when I was old enough to walk, and he brought me back to his palace. I met many other vampires there, and then he adopted me as his son.
I never thought of Yami than anything more than my dear father.
I never had feelings for him.
Not once.
Many of the vampires made fun of me because I was impure. Both my parents had been human, but somehow, I was born as a vampire. No one quite knows how it happened. My parents thought that it was a curse on them for sinning. They were intense Catholics, and tossed me to the forests when I started showing vampiric signs around age six.
My magic and strength was intense, despite being born of human parents, and I rivaled even the Vampire King himself. I suppose that's why I was feared, until Yami came and found me of course.
I remember that day well.
Walking naked around in the forests at the age of seven, I was a mess. Yami came, dressed in robes and jewels, and took my hand, covered me, a filthy, non-true vampire, and led me back to the castle. From there, I had no more noble standing than a barn cat, but that didn't bother me. I had a home to go to, and that was enough.
The pure blooded vamps called me a dirty blooded monstrosity, but Yami made them stop it. He told anyone who called me dirty blooded that they would be banished if they did it again.
He even made me the General of the West Army.
I served as a general, I still do, alongside with Bakura Touzoku, the general of the East Army. I love Bakura, and this time, I mean it as a lover. He and I are lovers.
But I shouldn't go off track.
This is where the story shall get interesting.
No. This story is not about me. I'll admit, I play a giant part, but this tragedy takes place with the vampire king, Yami, and the human male whom he fell in love with.
Yami had gone on an excavation to a near by village. It was off in the country, and he wanted to see it. But, when Yami was there, he met a young man named Yugi Mouto, who was just a simple country boy.
Yami fell in love instantly and brought Yugi back with him.
I can see why, now that I think of it. Yugi was adorable. I never harbored feelings for him either, since I thought of him as a mother figure. I didn't realize I felt that way until recently, after the incident.
But, you must read on.
If I told you the incident, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?
This is the story of Yugi, Yami, me, Bakura, and the other vampires. And of a jealous pure-blooded princess named Anzu Mazaki, who would one day aim to become the queen of the Vampires by Yami's side.
This is the story of the tragic song of the vampires.
One that Yami invented himself.
But this story takes place from nearly two hundred years ago. So, we shall head back to that time. We shall head back, and I will show you how the tragic song of the vampires, and their hatred over the humans, started and began.
This is our story.
The first time I ever met Yugi... was when I was coming back from the Conflict in the West.
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Me: Okay! There was the rewrite of the first chapter, much shorter than the original first chapter, but we intend to make it much better than the original, so no worries!
Lucy: We hope you will all like the story as much as we do, and we hope everyone will enjoy it to the fullest!
Me: Please review and we hope to update the next chapter as soon as we are able to, so please enjoy it when it comes, guys! And we will make the story much better!