DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters. I only own any OC's that I create for the story line.

WARNING: This is a YAOI Fan Fiction! If you don't like then please don't read!

NOTE: I gained inspiration for this while watching Underworld and reading my Vampire Encyclopedia, as well as the series 'Vampire Academy'.

Chapter 1

It was the first day of school, which meant is was Heba's last chance to escape.

He didn't have a backpack full of survival gear, a wallet full of cash, or even a friend waiting for him down the road in a getaway car. Basically, he didn't have what most prepared people would call "a plan."

But it didn't matter. There was no way Heba was going to remain at Vampire Academy.

The dull morning light still remained in the sky as Heba wiggled into his jeans and grabbed a thick, warm, midnight black sweater. For it being this early in the morning, and so high in the hills, even the thick August air felt like ice against your skin. He pulled the hood up over his tri-colored spiky hair, a black base with violet tips and golden bangs framing his face; sinching it down with the draw strings on both sides to keep out the cold and stepped into his hiking boots. It was important for Heba to be quiet, cause he didn't want to wake his roommate though he didn't really need to worry because he would sleep like the dead till the alarm clock woke him up, and that wouldn't be for another couple of hours.

That would give him a decent head start.

Outside his bedroom window, the stone gargoyle glared at him, sharp fangs framing his open growl. Heba grabbed his navy blue denim jacket and stuck his tongue out at the stone creature. "You may like hanging out at the Fortress of the Damned," he muttered. "You're welcome to it. I'm just not sticking around any longer."

Before Heba left, he made his bed. Usually it took a lot of nagging to get him to do anything about it, but tonight he wanted to do it. Heba knew he was going to freak his roommate out pretty badly today, so straightening his side of the room made him feel like he was making it up to him a little. Granted, his roommate probably wouldn't see it that way, but he went ahead with it anyway.

Heba froze for a moment as a cold ripple traveled down his spine. Was he scared? He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing on the task at hand. When he opened his eyes, he glanced at the clock and saw that it was time to go. He grabbed his backpack and his wallet that had a little cash in it, just in case he needed to get to Domino City, which was the closest thing to human civilization in the area. That would surely keep him occupied for the day.

See, Heba wasn't really running away. You know the kind where you make a break and assume a new identity and join a cult or something of the like. No, Heba was just making a statement. Ever since he and his mom had arrived at Vampire Academy, he'd been against it. They had lived in the same small village outside of Cairo, Egypt with the same people since Heba was six years old. That was just the way he wanted it to stay. Where there were people who enjoy meeting random strangers on the street, who can strike up a meaningful conversation with you and make friends quickly, but Heba had never been one of those people. In fact, he was anything but.

'It's funny when people call you "shy"' He thought as he made the quotations marks with his hands to add emphasis on the word shy. 'They usually smile when they say it. As if it's some cute, funny little habit that you'll eventually grow out of, like the gaps in your smile when your baby teeth fall out.'

Heba let out a heart-heavy sigh, 'But if they only knew how it felt to really be shy, I know for a fact that they wouldn't smile. Not if they knew how your stomach knots up or how your palms sweat. Or even it's ability to rob you of coherent speech, where nothing you say makes sense. It's not cute at all!'

But, his mother never smiled when she said it. She was smarter than that, and Heba always felt like she understood him. That is, until she decided when he reached the age of sixteen it was time for him to move past it somehow. And what a better way to get started then send him to a boarding school?

He could see where she was coming from though. Sort of. Still, that was only a theory. The first moment they came up the long, winding driveway at Vampire Acedemy, Heba knew that there was no way he could possibly go to school there. But since his mom wouldn't listen to him, he would make her listen.

On tiptoe, Heba eased his way through the small apartment that he shared with his roommate for the past month, shutting the bedroom door behind him as a snore ripped from the others throat. Shouldering his bag, Heba slowly crossed the living room to the door, and gently turned the knob. Stepping out into the hallway, he carefully shut the main door behind him and started downstairs. They lived at the very top of one of Vampire Academy's tall towers. Which was very difficult to do quietly since he was in fact making his way down steps that had been carved out of rock more than two centuries old. Which was long enough to make them worn and uneven.

The long, spiral stair case had few windows and the lights weren't on yet, making it a very dark and difficult task. Heba took a deep breath and kept going down the stairs until he reached the great hall on the ground floor. It was a extravagant space, built to inspire or at least impress. Marble-tiled floors, high arched ceilings, and stained glass windows that stretched from the floor to the rafters above, each in a different shape and pattern. Expect for the one that was in the center, for that one was clear glass.

As Heba crossed the hard stone floor, he could see that the setup for the day's events must have been completed the night before, because the podium stood ready for the headmistress to greet the students who were arriving later today. He could also see that no one else seemed to be awake yet so there was no opposition to stop him. Finally, he reached the heavy, carved oak door. Grasping it's wrought iron handle, Heba gave it one good hard tug and it creaked open. He froze in place to be sure that no one had heard that and was on their way to get him. After a few moments had past, he stepped through the door. He was free.

Early morning fog blanketed the world in a thick, off-white cloud as Heba walked acrossed the grounds. He began to think about when they had built Vampire Academy in the 1700's, the place used to be wilderness. Even though small towns dotted the distant countryside, none of them were anywhere close to Vampire Academy; despite the hillside views and thick forests, nobody had ever built a house nearby. And who could blame them for not wanting to be anywhere near the place? Heba glanced behind him to the schools looming, stone towers, both of them coiled with the twisted forms of gargoyles, and he shivered. With a few more steps, they had faded into the fog and he turned back away from the school and started to job, fleeing from the grounds and vanishing into the thick undergrowth of the forest.

~ -_-u

I only posted a partial chapter because I'm not sure how well this will be taken. Read and let me know what you think and I may post the rest.