Drǎculea
Summary: Before he lived in horror-movies and legends… he really lived.
Disclaimer: Still don't own or make money
Warnings: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN BOYS LOVING BOYS AND SERIOUS MANSEX, SO IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THAT, I SUGGEST YOU LEAVE NOW!
Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I can get on to the other warnings as well. This story will also contain character's death, violence, bloodshed, torture, and insanity.
Pairings: Seto/Jou, Bakura/Ryou, Yami/Yugi, slight mentions of Noah/Mokuba
A/N: This story is an AU. Meaning I do not take any historical facts into consideration while writing. This is all purely for the sake of fiction, and is not meant to be taken seriously. Also note that I do not write to criticise or bash any religion or belief. once more: this is purely for the sake of writing.
Count Dracula got his name from the Romanian word Drǎculea, which literally means Dracul's son. While it is well known that the count's father was indeed named Dracul, it has been said that the people called him this solely because of his immeasurable cruelty.
Because the word "Dracul", means "the Devil".
Beginning
The large, dirty, muscular body tore through the forest as if it had the devil himself at its heels. Shrieking in such a way that it made one's blood curl, the huge wild-boar manoeuvred its clumsy frame as well as it could in the uneven terrain; over stick and stone, between trees and bushes, over creaks and holes. It stumbled more than once; wasn't used to being chased. Wild-boars were usually the most feared animals in all of Rumania -not even the wolves could compare to them. But tonight, this large, terrifying boar, leader of a small drovehimself, was hunted.
Something cracked behind the animal, and its heart stared to beat even faster, pumping blood and adrenaline into its body, telling it to RUN! RUN! BY EVERYTHING THAT'S HOLY, RUN IF YOU WANT TO LIVE! And the sturdy legs stretched even more; went even faster, trying to cover as much ground as possible and go faster.
Something landed on the boar's back. It was only half as big as him and nowhere near as heavy, but still the shrieks got worse as fear gripped him. The thing -the warm, living, hissing thing- clung to the boar's back, and suddenly the deep forest with its scraping bushes and whipping branches were gone as the animal reached the large river.
Now when they were out in the open and it didn't have to worry about branches hitting it, the thing on the animal's back started to move. Slithering forward, it wrapped a pair of scrawny arms around his neck and held on as it bent down.
The next thing the wild-boar knew, strong jaws closed around his artery, and he didn't even have time to shriek again as the jaws tore, ripping flesh and veins and making blood pour out like a red waterfall. Within seconds, the jaws were back, tearing even more flesh from its throat, digging deeper and deeper; cutting of vocal cordsand ripping the airways out.
At the very first bite, the wild boar had frozen in shock and pain, before rising onto its hind legs in a vain attempt to throw the attacker off. As the second and third bite landed, it panicked completely, running around in a circle, bucking like a young wild horse trying to get its rider off.
By the fourth bite, another aggressor slammed into him, making him stumble to the side. This new threat latched onto his throat as well, but on the other side, tearing and ripping.
Within the span of a few minutes, the blood-loss and shock took its toll, and the boar went down on its knees before toppling over onto its side. Still the attackers didn't let go until the gasps for breath had subsided. Then they took as step back to admire their work.
The hunt was over.
Sparkling red eyes met ocean blue, and then the two boys, who didn't look to be more than nine years old, fell to their knees and dug in; first ripping the thick skin away to reveal the soft, warm, juicy meat. They ate like a pack of wolves.
A soft rustling from the forest next to them made the blue-eyed one look up with blood dripping from his sharp teeth and chin. His eyes fixed on the darkness among the trees, where he could see a hint of movement.
"Who's there?" He demanded with a security far beyond his years. The red-eyed one looked up. "Show yourself!"
A moment's hesitation, another soft rustle, then another small boy, slightly younger, stepped out of the forest. He was shaking, and his small hands clutched the hem of his worn brown tunic nervously. Thick, shaggy, blond hair which seemed to be completely untameable fell down over his forehead and in his big, nervous, amber eyes.
The three boys studied each other for a moment, the blond one taking the others in with interest and watchfulness.
One had short silver hair which looked like it was exploding in all directions; red-eyed, tanned and with a scar in the shape of and X on his cheek. The other had fair skin, elegant chestnut hair, a thin face and the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. Both were covered in blood and kneeling in front of a dead wild-boar.
"Y-you're vampires." The blond was proud that he only stuttered a little.
"You're from the village, right?" The brown-haired boy with the amazing blue eyes said, and at the same time wiped the blood off his face with the sleeve of his long, black tunic.
The blond nodded.
They stayed silent for a moment, and then the smallest of the three took a few cautious steps closer.
"You took that down all on your own?" He asked and let his impressed eyes rake over the dead animal. Wild-boars were both feared and hated in the village since they destroyed the crops and killed those who dared go into the forest. He himself had been forbidden go into the woods alone, and never at night, but tonight he'd heard some strange sounds and snuck out to see what it was.
"Sure," the one with wild silver hair said, and held a large chunk of dripping meat out for him. "Wanna taste?"
The blond took a step back with a disgusted expression, and the older just shrugged and ate the piece himself.
"Why are you eating that?" The blond asked, still looking a little disgusted, but mostly curious.
The two other boys seemed to be surprised by this question. They shot each other a strange look, before the brown-haired one shrugged.
"It's what we do," he stated simply.
The blond still looked a little questioning, but accepted this answer. For another moment the three stayed silent, the youngest watching as the other two kept eating.
"I'm Jou," he said at last, making them look up again.
"My name is Seto," the brown-haired answered.
"Bakura," said the silver-haired.
The three nodded at one another, then the blond plopped down on the ground beside them, not saying anything more while he watched them.
And like always when it comes to children, nothing else needed to be said: they all knew that a new friendship had been born tonight.
Well, here I am again, with another AU-story. I'm pathetic; I don't even watch Yu-Gi-Oh anymore! Guess I'm a fan of the characters more than the show. Or well, I'm a fan of puppyshipping, so yeah.
So tell me how you liked this! I'll be updating the next chapter as soon as I can and feel like it!
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-Jupiter