Transylvania, 1887
The mob gripped their torches and pitchforks as they made their way to the castle. The moon was high in the sky and they were set on punishing the man inside along with his 'creations'.
Meanwhile, inside the castle…
A scream could be heard throughout the night and the newly created man struggled against the leather bounds strapping him to the table. Beside him a young man shouted with joy, "It's alive," he exclaimed as sweat trickled down his temple. "It's alive!"
His celebration was soon interrupted by a bang on the castles outer gate. The mob was proceeding in using a tree trunk to knock the gate out.
Slowly, the young man backed away from the large window he had been looking out of and turned to be face to face with another man.
"Success!" congratulated the other man. He was the total opposite of the young scientist with long raven hair and eyes almost dark enough to match.
The white haired scientist gave a small jump out of shock. Then he realized who was standing in front of him, "Oh, Count, it's just you…"
The Count looked at him, "I was beginning to lose faith in you Ryou," he walked over to the window. "A pity your moment of triumph is being spoiled over a little thing like grave robbery…?" the Count lifted his eyebrow at the swarming humans now attempting to break down the second gate.
Ryou simply nodded, "Yes," he ran to gather his equipment. "Now I must escape this place."
The Count suddenly appeared on the other side of the room taking his cloak off, "Where are you going to run, Ryou?" he asked. "Your peculiar experiments have left you unwelcome in most of the civilized world."
Ryou ran over to a trunk with a few clothes in his hand, "I'll take him away, far away, where no one will ever find him." he opened the trunk.
The mysterious man was now behind the young scientist, "Oh no, Ryou, it is now time for me to take command of him."
Ryou spun and looked at him confused, "Wha-what are you saying?"
The count slammed the trunk lid closed and was in front of Ryou, "Why do you think I gave you this castle, equipped your laboratory?"
"You…you said you believed in my work," Ryou whimpered. The count smiled.
"But I do," he stood. "And now that it is as you, yourself, has said, a triumph over life…Over God!" he spat the name with as much hate as he could muster. "He must now serve my purpose."
Ryou cautiously stood, "What purpose?"
Outside the castle…
The mob has succeeded in knocking both gates down and has started their hike up the stares to the troubled scientist.
Inside the castle…again…
"Good God," Ryou grimaced, "I would kill myself before helping in such a task-" Ryou had backed up into his now very alive experiment. His experiment could sense the uneasiness and fright his master was emitting. He tugged at the only thing holding him down from ripping the count's throat out, the leather strips.
The Count shrugged, "Go ahead, I don't actually need you anymore, Ryou." he walked over the monster, "I just need him." He looked up at Ryou, "In fact, my brides are insisting upon it." he had an evil and dangerous tint to his eyes as he began to walk closer to Ryou.
The monster struggled harder.
Ryou, seeing the murderous intent in his once was client, started to take a step back with every step the count took forward. When he backed into a wall he became desperate. "Malik!" he shouted in fear. "Malik, please help me!"
From the shadows surfaced a handsome young man, the same age as Ryou, with sandy shoulder length with sparkling purple eyes. He smiled sadly, "You have been so kind to me Ryou, caring, thoughtful…" he trailed off with a regrettable look on his beautiful face. He looked away in shame of what he was about to say, "…but he pays me."
Ryou's stunned and pained expression was there just as fast as it disappeared as he remembered the task at hand. And that was staying alive. The wall he had backed into has a sword with the sheath statued into it. He turned around and whipped the sword from its sheath.
"Stay back!" he commanded as he pointed the sword at the Count.
The Count smiled devilishly and said in a mocking tone, "You can't kill me Ryou," Ryou watched in utter horror as the Count rammed his chest through the sword until he reached the hilt and was inches away from Ryou face. "I'm already dead."
Then the Count gripped the young doctor's coat collar and opened his mouth. His teeth quickly grew into five inch long daggers. Ryou screamed in horror as the Count dug his teeth into the boy's neck.
Malik stared in horror then began running toward the nearest exit. Ryou's experiment however succeeded in breaking the leather bounds.
The Count dropped the young mans body like a dead weight and used the back of his hand to wipe the blood that had missed his mouth. He smirked and went to walk over to the monster but then stopped in his tracks when he found the table empty. His eyes widened slightly as he looked around the laboratory for any sign of him.
Suddenly, something slammed into the counts body sending him into the burning fireplace. This gave the monster a chance to gently pick up his master and carry him bridal style to the exit Malik had run through.
Soon after the monster and his master had left a very pissed off Count angrily stepped out of the burning flames of the fireplace. He cleared himself of flames lingering on him and immediately his flesh began to grow back as he used his pinky to tuck a piece of stray hair back into his neat ponytail. His shadow then began to talk a hideous form.
The mob were still venturing up the stairs as they heard a name being shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
Malik watched as the monster carried his master to the nearest shelter, which so happened to be a windmill. Sobs and tears escaped Malik as he shouted, "Ryou, I'm so sorry! I'm so very sorry!" and he collapsed to the ground allowing himself to be swallowed by his pain and grief. He had loved Ryou like a brother and his own selfishness had lead Ryou to his death.
The monster paid no attention to the sobbing boy as he continued to run to the windmill for safety. Behind him he heard a villager shout, "It's headed for the windmill, c'mon!" then he heard footsteps of an angry mob following. He scowled and looked down at the boy in his arms just barely clinging to life. He started to run faster.
The mob ran around Malik as they made their way to the windmill. Just as the monster got to the windmill and inside he slammed the door closed on a villagers face and locked it. He then began to travel to higher ground as he ran up the stairs.
Unfortunately the villagers realized the windmill was made of wood and decided to throw their torches at the windmill. One torch broke through the roof and set a pile of hay on fire to speed up the burning process.
The monster had quickly made it to the top of the windmill on a balcony where he could see the entire village spread around the now burning windmill.
He looked down at the boy in his arms, "Why?" he choked out as he dug his head into the boys soft fluffy hair much like his own only his was more wilder. He screwed his eyes closed, "Why…"
He then felt a stirring in his arms, it was small but it didn't go unnoticed by the monster. He looked down in time to see lifeless eyes looking up at him. The monster felt something wet and warm sliding down his face. He looked confused for a moment.
"They're…tears…" quietly gasped the small boy. The monster looked down at him in surprised then in happiness and he hugged the boy closer.
"Master…" he could see a small and faint smile crawl across the boys lips as he gazed at his creation.
"Bakura…" he whispered. The monster looked a little puzzled. "Your… name…"
The newly named Bakura smiled gently and he leaned down and did something that was only human. He lightly kissed the boys pale lips.
The boy smiled and slowly closed his chocolate eyes. Bakura let his tears fall and when the roof caved in he had no regrets of his short but meaningful life. The flames encircled the two lovers and soon the whole windmill collapsed to the ground.
The people watched, as did Malik, as the windmill became nothing but a pile of ash in silence. The silence was cut short by a horrifying screech coming from the sky.
Everyone turned to see three large gray wings attached to feminine figures and another, though black with a male figure, burst through the castle roof that once belong to a young scientist.
"Vampires…" a woman villager gasped.
"Run, run for your lives!" screamed a male villager as the crowd began to disperse.
The four vampires landed on the ground with ease. Three women immediately began to weep as they realized that their dreams had been shattered. They began to comfort each other as a certain Count looked into the flames and silently cursed the young dead scientist formally named Ryou.
