(Play opening theme song: 'Vampires Will Never Hurt You' by My Chemical Romance)

'Now I know what you're thinking

a) Vampires don't exist.

And/or

b) How the hell did you meet these people and why are they living in your house? They're fckin' VAMPIRES for goodness sake…

My opinion was similar when I first heard the news.

But, just to be fair, let's go back about three weeks……'

..::Three Weeks Ago::..

"Damn!" The teen cursed, guitar in hand. "Wrong chord."

It was a cool early-October night for the young Yami Atemu as be practiced his guitar.

"Write a sonnet and use it as a song. Must be in Shakespearian form and using all major chords. Due Monday. Man," He groaned, walking down the sidewalk. "Could Spitzer make this any HARDER?!" He sighed, dropping his hand across the guitar strings only to hear multiple notes that mashed into a sour mess. Sure, Mr. Spitzer was his favorite teacher but that didn't mean he could get away with making this stuff so hard!

"Let's see….What have I got so far…" Picking up at an A major chord, his eyes searched the ground, as if reading lyrics off of the sidewalk cement.

"I know that all you did was suck my soul

"Right out of my body. You know it's true.

"And now that you have left, I am not whole.

"For you took all of me away with you."

He froze, stopping his quiet playing and singing at the sound of a terrified gasp from an alleyway up ahead. Crimson eyes narrowing a little, he walked a few steps ahead, pausing by the alleyway. His heart slammed to a stop for half a second in shock as he heard a hopeless gasp and a body fall to the ground.

"Doofus." A sensible voice murmured. "I told you not to kill her."

Yami's heart sank. He'd just heard the last breath of a dead woman.

"Hey, who's the leader here?" A younger voice snapped back.

"Unfortunately, you."
"Exactly. So what I say goes." The more mature voice sighed.

"And to think you were this little innocent goody-goody in high school."
"Its 2007, man. High school ended a little over 33 years ago."

"Oy." Yami's hair bristled. 33 years but…they sounded so young.

"Whatever. You needed a bite, that's fine but if we kill them then the Powers That Be will be on our asses."
"Damnit! Why'd they even make that stupid Pact?"
"To ensure the lives of hum-"
"Shut up, smartass." The other tone silenced. Yami's teeth chattered as he attempted to slink away from the wall near the alley. Taking small baby steps away, the college student gripped his guitar neck, only to pluck a string in the process.

"What was that?" The younger voice asked. Yami's hair bristled. Did they suspect?

Obviously.

Shut up.

"Sounded like a guitar." The older said. There was a grunt as a small body emerged from the shadows.

Yami's eyes widened in awe and-for some reason-a slight desire. The boy looked very similar to him. If not for the big bright amethyst eyes, small stature, less gold in the bangs and pale skin, one could say the two were twins. His frustrated pout turned curious when he laid eye on Yami.

"Bakura? What are you doing? You're late for our feed. And why the hell are you carrying a guitar?" The wannabe-musicians curiosity was peaked. Their 'feed'?

"Are you sure that's Bakura?" The other voice asked. There was a sniffle. "It smells human."

"Who the hell else has red eyes?" The smaller shrugged into the shadows. He sighed, a glint of sharp canines emerging from under his lips. "Whatever. Bakura, you NEED to wear a watch whenever you go to screw with that look-alike of yours. Or at LEAST have him agree to become your mate. "
Mate?

"I SERIOUSLY don't think this is Bakura." The mature voice said again. The small person heaved a sigh.
"Well then stop sucking out the rest of the blood and come look."

Yami's hair stood on the back of his neck as he turned pale. Sucking blood?
"Can't help it, I'm hungry."

HUNGRY?!

A new figure emerged from behind the wall. Pale white skin, ice cold blue eyes and a dark russet head were merely three of his appealing features. A hard –THUNK-- was heard as the guitar fell from the musicians shaking hands. Yami felt himself fall back under a streetlight, gasping for breath in shock and terror.

This one had big black veiny wings.

Raising a shivering finger, he pointed at the two, just now seeing that the canines weren't sharpened.

They weren't even canines.

They.

Were.

FANGS.

"What-What-What-What are…What are…What are…" His voice quivered and quaked as he stared at the two. The blue-eyed one stared in shock. The smaller groaned.

"Crap. Did I f&ck up?"

"Uh…YEAH!" The tall one screamed. The small one moaned again, picking up the guitar.

Wings…sucking blood…'feeding'…fangs…

They were vampires.

"You're…You're…You're…" He repeated in horror as realization dawned on him.

"Well, only one thing to do now." The boy said, raising it over his head.

Yami was in such a state of shock, he didn't even bother to move away from the guitar.

He didn't even feel it thwack him on the side of the head.

He didn't even feel himself hit the pavement.

But he did see the tall one turning sideways and fading into a black abyss as he gaped and screamed.
"YOU IDIOT!"

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Yami groaned into the soft silky pillow, nuzzling his face into it.

"Ugh. No. Don't wanna wake up…" He snorted and pulled the pillow over his head. "Five more minutes." He then attempted to curl himself into a ball…

Only to find himself unable to move one foot. He blinked, snapping out of sleep mode and lifted up his body, letting the pillow fall onto the mattress.

This wasn't his bed.

And he most CERTAINLY did not sleep with a chain around his ankle.

Not NORMALLY anyway.

Yami gave it another sharp tug.

No good.

Another.

Nope.

DAMNIT COME OUT OF THE BEDPOST!!!

From this he only received a sharp pain in his ankle. it looked like the chain and buckle were staying until someone undid this.

Yami looked at himself. Someone had apparently changed his clothes for he was now dressed in black silk PJ's that were buttoned only at the middle, the others undone.

He sighed shakily. This was not his bed, not his clothes, DEFINITELY not his room…

Where was he?
He paled. The...The...The vampires. They did something…Didn't the small one hit him or something? Yeah. With Yami's guitar…

"Ah, so you're awake." Yami turned his head to the person who spoke. It was his small vampiric look-alike, dressed in tight leather pants, a lose dark violet shirt and a spiked neck collar.

Yami could only gape, fear and lust taking his body and muting him. The small boy grinned.

"And I see you've found my present." he snickered, gesturing to the chain and buckle.

"Who are you? Wh…What do you want from me?" The musician asked, finally finding his voice. The tiny vampire smiled, making his way towards the student.

"My name is Yuugi Mutou. And you saw me and another of my kind feeding tonight. Or more precisely…heard us feeding and saw what you didn't need to see." Finally reaching the bed, the boy made no haste in climbing onto the mattress, grabbing the loose collar of the pajama top. "You should be grateful, my friend Seto wanted to feed off of you. But I saved you."
"Why?" Emerged the boys' voice as he tried to pull away. Yuugi tightened his grip and just pulled him closer.

"Because you could be of use to us." The vampire quickly kissed his tanned cheek. "And you're beautiful." Yami shivered.

He got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

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Okay, a few quick notes.

I would like to know what song should be used for the ending theme for 'Vampires Will Never Hurt You'. It may change over time, but what do you guys think?

And I'm very happy with the feedback this story is getting. I would like to keep it up. I never thought you guys would be this into it but you are. Thanks so much!