Just so all of you lovely people know, this Fan-fiction is a two-author game. Youkai-Onna and me, Koyasha, will take turns writing a chapter. I get to start. :D I got the idea to do something like this from another author that's on FF.Net, kat. I especially liked their fic, After the Nova, in the Cowboy Bebop section. Well, enough with the sentimentalities, ne?

This is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan-fiction, having Youkai-Onna's and mine's view of Vampires (vampyres, however you want to spell it.) and an OC. It's Youkai-Onna's, and I believe Neferari will appear in the next chapter. She plays a major role, so if you don't particularly care for OCs, then either politely give this fic a try, or move on. Thanks!

Now, my disclaimer: (clears throat) Ok, if I owned anything, wouldn't I be writing FICTION instead of FAN-fiction? Hehehe. This is fun, so maybe I would, anyway.. ^_^()

In Ancient Egypt, there lived a pharaoh. He was a wise man, and kind to his people. However, beyond the mask of god-hood that each of his ancestors had possessed as well, he was not the brightest chip on the block. In fact, he could probably be compared to a certain fat martial artist that wouldn't exist for a few thousand years. (AN: Saotome Genma.baka panda..) Ahmose, the pharaoh, was getting old, and only had one son by the name of YuGiOh, as well as two daughters, Anzu and Mai. Realizing his own mortality, he ordered for his High Priestess to be brought to him. Her name: Isis Ishtar.

"You called, my Pharaoh?" she asked, her soft voice carrying from her bowing position to his throne.

"I want you to do something for me, woman," Ahmose replied, standing and walking down to her. "You know that I am growing old."

"Yes, I do."

"I do not want my people to have to exist without a ruler. But I know that it is impossible for me to redeem my youth in this realm. Instead, I want my son to be the perfect ruler: young, strong, and wise, for eternity."

Isis gasped. "Do you know what you are asking me to do to such a young boy?!"

"Yes, I know. I am asking you to make him one such as yourself. No, I am not asking you. I am ordering you as your Pharaoh."

"I will do it, but only because to defy you means to risk death." Isis frowned at him, then bowed and dismissed herself.

In the royal nursery, a young boy that had red-tipped, black hair, with golden bangs, sat in front of a scroll of papyrus, reading the hieroglyphics that told his favorite story. His name was YuGiOh, and he was five years old, said to be the brightest person in his bloodline. Though he was so young, his tutors were hard on him, delighted that they had a smart child for once to teach. Of course, both of his sisters were intelligent, as well, but they had been pretty much left to their own devices after they turned ten.

Isis walked in silently, seeing that the boy was quietly occupied as he usually was. "Prince YuGiOh? Would you mind if I spoke to you for a moment?"

He turned his innocent purple eyes to look at her, and smiled warmly. "Sure, Priestess Isis."

Isis had to close her eyes so that she could focus on her task at hand. 'Ra, don't let the princesses come in while the Change happens!!' she thought, opening her eyes and grabbing the boy with inhuman speed, pushing her fangs through the vein in his neck. She heard his soft gasp as the pain caught up with the action, and felt his body stiffen in response. Inside, she screamed at herself, berating her actions, even as his warm, sweet blood flowed down her throat.

As the last drop she could take without killing the boy entered her mouth, she pulled away and slashed her wrist. Carefully, as the blood pooled around it, she placed it to YuGiOh's lips "Drink, my prince," she gently ordered. The young boy hesitantly did so, then he began to suck feverishly at the open wound. When she felt that he had been given enough, she pushed him away, and wasn't surprised when YuGiOh fell asleep.

Shame grew in her heart as she picked her young prince up and placed him in his bed, drawing the thin sheets up to his chin. 'Sleep well, little prince. You may never get another chance such as this to rest as well.'

Without a second glance, she left the room, all the while praying that the gods forgive her pharaoh. . . . . . . . . .

In a hidden alcove in the nursery, two girls, a blonde and a brunette, held on to each other in fear of what they had just seen. The older girl let go, brushing her golden hair away from her face and looked at the younger.

"Anzu, what has Father done now?" Mai whispered, allowing her sister to latch onto her once more

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Author's Spot: So, whatcha think? Let us know, ok? Luv ya, you beautiful people, you! The next chapter will introduce Neferari. I hope you enjoyed it! (blows kisses) Ja ne!