Nasyki: Te he he…this is my first post so be nice…this is a dumb chapter. You'll have to wait for the gooder ones…I loves that word…gooder…RR&E…

Warnings: Heads up for forever from now: lots and lots of yaoi, YY/Y, S/J, YB/R, and YM/M… and not necessarily in that order, for the record. There is, as always in yaoi fan fiction, all sorts of fun things, little lemons/limes, please, this is not, or will it ever be PWP, so don't get impatient with me, let a relationship actually start. Um…no more I suppose…besides those upcoming lemon/limes and what not, some later dark things death, and if needed I'll inform you of added things later.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or its characters. But this story is all my own.

Summary: YB/R, YY/Y, S/J, YM/M. Yaoi, Vampy. This is a world where vampires rule. Humans have forever been forced into the pains of a submission they never knew was wrong. Continuing in this cruel fate, the world can change with something as simple as love. But with love, there is little that can be done to solve the problems that may be caused by another twist of fate. Are the gods really willing to ruin the lives of others just to finish damning the vampires?

From Beginning to End

By: Nasyki Ikysan

Chapter 1 (Prologue)

Scene One of One

--In this world there are three types of people. As I say that, I tell you now that what I am referring to is not the races of humanity. Nor am I referring to the different mentalities of man. Far from it. Here, in the unforgiving clutches of the barren lands of darkness there are actually three different species of human…or nonhuman…however you may take it upon yourself to see, I suppose. As to be expected—though not necessarily first and foremost—there are the regular people like you or I in the beginning of this tragedy, with regular lives, whom deal with the horrors and pleasantries of every day life: that struggle with family, education, and occupation. However, from that root of regularity comes to an abrupt end of how 'normal' here can get. Another sort, and again order had no place between species, what would have been at one time my opposite are the ones that rule the world at this time. They are more of nonhumans in all actuality. Demons cursed to an eternity of harsh violent lives of feeding off the weak and feeble minded: the focal point of darkness and bleak undemonstrative insensateness. Beasts that dine on the terrors of man and orgasm on the algetic sensation they inflict. Any cry of agony and torture would be their ecstasy. Vampires. It is for all of the reasons previously stated that I used to shudder at the name. In fact, to this day there in an odd echo in my mind that still connotes to those negative feelings of the word. I still distaste the word and all pertaining to it — save one patron whose name I shall save for the latter part of this story — and I probably always will even into the possibilities in my next life, if I ever make it to that point.

The vampires are the ones that made all the rules since the beginning of time several millennia ago. It is from their undisputed rules and regulations that mankind stepped up to challenge them and fight them with every fiber of their being — only to be crushed into a broken and groveling submission. To this day man is still reaping the horrible defeat in the cast system the vampires instated so long ago and also by snuffing out the winds of change with the slightest detection of the kindling of a defying flame. They destroyed the sun, which was once the only means of sanctuary man held against their kind by making it illegal to go outside during the few hours of the day. Death is the penalty for any of those defying the demon's word. Even on the streets it is acceptable to rip out a human hart and look the other way if it was justified. And what is justified other than the justice of a vampire? And this is not even the full extent to where the crimes of the vampires lie. A myriad of countless acts of defamation to man has been made naming it a 'law' over man. An act of god's wrath by the face of the devil.

Though this brings me now to my thoughts about the last type of human. If the regular humans were the scum of the earth then the serfs…the slaves—someone bound to land by life or in this case bound to vampires—would not even register. They are the one's who have had everything taken from them. Their family, their education, their choices, their blood, their life, and in some cases their virginity: these all lay within the grasps of their vampire master to be taken on any whim they so please. Any age, any gender, any mentality, or physical attribute there is not discrimination of a serf if it pleases its master — that is all that matters. They do any number of things for the vampires and in most cases they are prime examples of broken man. They have no face. All individuality is lost. Emotions seem to all have eroded into nothing. Individual thought is minimal. Few even speak after a few years of torment. There are no rules against what can be done to a serf. All it fair game.

And though a serf can simply be a human chosen off of the street some people are born into the form of slavery and actually, most of the serfs today were simply born into it. In the first few years of man it had been a brutal ordeal of owning humans. There were battles between vampires over single serfs and lots of blood shed to gain it. But over time the hunt lost it's amusement and it became less and less likely to be taken as a serf instead of being born at one. Of course there is always that one person out of ten, like my friends and I for example that had been free at one time. It was the simple chance of fate that we ran into a few vampires that saw us 'to their liking' and that was that. We became serfs. One minute as normal as you and the next our rights and what little lives we had were ripped from us all for the submission to our vampire's every whim. End of story…or beginning. It all depends on how it's looked at. Over time I have gathered that most things in life are that way…it doesn't matter who you are, or where you are. Misfortune strikes even the luckiest of us. Some just worse the others. Usually it equals itself out. For those that have something horrible happen to them have something equally nice happen along the way. Though sometimes it doesn't. But here I go, getting ahead of myself again. You don't even know who I am, where I come from, why I'm telling you this, who's serf I am, or who I was before I was a serf, or even how long I've been a serf, or who my master is, or–

Sorry, I did it again. Getting ahead of myself like that…I guess you would want to hear it from the very beginning…or a beginning…or something like that. I'll just start my story from the start…when my friends and I first started to see a problem surface. Wait, that's not entirely right…we didn't notice anything until way later, but now that I think about it…it is really where it all began… And from there I'll be sure to go through to the end when nothing is left for anyone but the harsh vindictive coldness of having everything taken away. —

End Prologue

To Be Continued…

--Edited on 2008 October 22--