Back again! I told you I'd update quickly this week! I'm really glad people find this fic enjoyable, I really hope so. Anyways, I have to thank all those who reviewed because they're all so nice! Thank you all!

Chelsea: Thank you for that fact, I'm sorry if my information was wrong about the Druids, I was very vague, but I also wanted to show that Bakura didn't know all that much either.

Dreigon: thank you! The reader is supposed to be you, but I'm writing like it really is a book so that a stranger is reading it...does that make any sense? Sorry if it doesn't...just think that it's you who is reading, okay?

Scarlet Oasis: Whee!!! *grabs singing Ryuichi plushie* ^_^!!! I love you!!! Was there a Celtic in Anne Rice's book? Damn it! I was trying to be original too...T-T...oh well...I don't know...fluff! Maybe I'll add some fluff to the story soon...I don't know it's sort of hard to do it from another's point of view in a book...I just kind of realized that. Heh...oh and my updating so fast thing? It's vacation for me!!!!! The joys of vacation! I normally don't update so fast...usually once a week. I don't know...I've slowed down a lot this year though, so don't expect much starting on Monday...I go back to school...T-T. Oh, and I want to thank you for reviewing my Gravitation ficcy! I know the fluff is enough to give you rot! But hey, it's fluff! ^^! *gives you vampire Ryou and Bakura plushie* for being so nice to me!

Osiris Lee: Thank you! Yeah, another reviewer mentioned that, thank you for correcting me. I wasn't sure on that information to begin with but I also wanted to make Bakura a little ignorant about specifics as well. As for emotion? That's a little harder with this fic. For some reason it's harder to create emotion in a book style fic, because I'm writing it as if Bakura is the author, it's harder to put emotion but I will try to do that. This is a story of Bakura's memories really, so it's starting from ancient Egypt to present times so his memory is a little fuzzy. It might get clearer as time progresses...hope I made sense...^^; by the way, I like your fic, although I haven't reviewed, I will soon! It's really interesting, keep it going!

Physco: I would appreciate it if you didn't use a review as a source to find something, first because it sort of insults me in a way...if you want to review my fic that's fine, but if you spent most of your review asking to find another fic, that's just kind of mean. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings but if you want to find another fic I suggest adding it as a P.S or something, not putting up an advertisement for another fic. I'm glad you like my fic, but don't write up a whole review as a search advertisement and put in a little P.S by saying you like my fic. Just be sure that you aren't being so callous next time. By the way, the fic you are looking for is Regret by Ryou-Bakura1.

Hidden Dreams: Thanks! I'll get into Ryou more in the later chapters!

The Wanderer-chan: You did?! Damn...can you please do me a big favor and show me the spots where it's like Anne Rice? I didn't think my fic was like Anne Rice's and I don't intend it to be. It is in the ff.net guidelines that there will be no fics pertaining to Anne Rice and I intend to keep it that way. I don't want this fic to be removed so do me a favor and tell me where it looks like Anne Rice's stuff. PLEASE! I tend to stay original, or at least I think I do. I appreciate you noticed it; I really do, just help me a little further and tell me where it looks Anne Rice-ish. Thank you!

Uoyr's Lover: Thank you!

Nekomoongirl: Thank you, I love Ryou and Bakura pairings too as you can tell!

Jou: *picks up box of pain* hey can I have that? I could do justice to this box in my other fic! Hehe...*gets angsty idea* Hope the inspiration helped! Look forward to it!

Wow, that's a lot of reviews! Thank you everybody for reading this fic, I love you all!!!! *hugs all reviewers* anyways, I'm sorry if the story seems a bit detached, but I'll explain it in this chapter. Anyways, on with the fic!

Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura, blood. ***************************************************************** **********************************

So how am I doing so far? Have I bored you with my life story yet? If you're bored now I suggest you leave, we have a couple more centuries to go. I've only gotten started. I must apologize with you if I sound a bit vague at the moment with the story...3000 years is a long time to live and my memory starts to get faded towards the beginning give a couple special memories. I no longer know my vernacular language although it wouldn't do me much good. I remember some Latin, but once more it's very vague. All the ancient languages are somewhat fuzzy, but when I use the modern ones remember a little better...after all they are all somewhat based on the ancient ones.

Where was I? Oh, yes...back to Egypt. Ryou wanted to go back...he said he wanted to see where I grew up. Let's see...I don't remember the year, but it was before Rome had conquered the place. Much had changed granted, but of course Egypt was still Egypt to me. The language hadn't changed much, the rulers had, but what was I to care? All I cared about was that I was back. Of course it was harder to look inconspicuous, pale skin wasn't something that was often crossed in Egypt, but being out at night was something that helped. Hunting was somewhat more difficult than before.

Let's just say Ryou had a specific taste. He liked the blood of the rich; he said they had a very special honeyed quality to them. To me it made no difference if they were thief or noble. Blood was blood and it gave me the same rush all blood did. I didn't care. Ryou always insisted on noble's blood though, so every night I would have him dressed in the finest of linens and decked with jewels and every night I hid in the shadows and watched him hunt. Well, actually, he just lured his victims in. Something about Ryou just made you turn your head and watch him; maybe it was his silvery hair, maybe those emerald eyes that held an icy fire stronger than mine, or maybe it was the pale shine to his skin, but whatever it was it drew his victims to him with ease.

It was thrilling to watch him kill. He would stand there, alone in the night, moon washing over him and then a drunken noble or perhaps one not so drunk would saunter up to him. They would talk and perhaps the drunk would try to make a grab at him, but he stopped them with a glare. His eyes would be shining with blood lust, brighter and more luminescent than ever, so cold it made you freeze and shudder away. Without warning he would lunge and have his teeth closed over the warm skin, drinking until he was filled. Then the body would collapse into a heap and he's lick his crimson painted lips clean of any blood, turn to me hiding in the shadows and give me a small kiss on my lips, warm from fresh kill. We would then walk away, his hand in mine and not a trace of the kill in those cold unremorseful eyes.

Ryou almost never spoke. I had thought perhaps maybe it was in his nature, but it was rather his vampire nature that harbored his beautiful voice. Sweet and melodious, but something in it was cruel and cold. He was taunting and witty but with a simple gesture of his hands he could become gentle and loving. Ryou believed that speaking was something he didn't need. His eyes told you everything. I think that's what drew me to him to begin with. You could read every emotion in them and everything he wanted was expressed by them. When he did speak, I cherished those moments. He was a silent cold killer and even to this day he is.

Egypt was fun while it lasted, but soon the sands, the cold winds, and the pyramids all grew too frequent so we moved on. We never stayed in one place too long; it grew too boring for us. After all we had all eternity to savor the world, why not explore it? So we set off to Rome once more, but Ryou grew disdainful. He hadn't forgotten what they had done to his people so we left before he grew too crazy to bear their company.

From there we moved on to its neighboring land, Greece. We sailed by the Mediterranean and I marveled at the change in the wind. I could smell the rich soil, the heavy oils and spices. It was different than Egypt, it was refreshing. And so we set foot on the lush Grecian soil and it was there I met an old friend...more like my creator.

He stood there, waiting for us, dressed in a dark cloak of beautiful dyed colors. His gold spun hair rested on his shoulders and his piercing lavender eyes seemed to glow, much akin to Ryou's. His lightly tanned skin reminded me of home and the small smile on his lips was welcoming. He stood there as if he had been waiting for us to finally come to him and we had. I could see him from a distance and I could tell he was a vampire, something I hadn't sensed from the beginning of my creation. But before he had even become visible I could hear his voice in my head.

'Welcome to my house my little demon...or should I call you Bakura now?'

His voice was comforting, like a friend who I had finally met over a long period of time. I was shocked, after all it had been years since I had last seen him and more over I was hearing his voice in my head! I just dismissed it as another vampire thing and I tried to respond but I didn't know how.

'Just think the words and I shall hear them...'

'Is it a power that all vampires can achieve?'

'Over time, yes...it has been awhile hasn't it? What brings you to my grounds? The thirst for adventure? Curiosity? Boredom?'

'Let's call it the insistence of a companion.'

'Ah, yes. The Druid you have with you...tell me where did you find such an exquisite creature? By the shores of the Celts? Why don't you tell me once you land, I have a feeling this will last awhile.'

With a slight tug of my mind his voice left me and I felt a slight tug on my own cloak. Looking down I saw Ryou's large eyes staring up at me, a small smile on his lips. His icy fingers touched my cheeks and I took them in my own hands, easily clasping the small ones. I let him rest his head on my lap, since we sat on the deck of the boat, and began to thread his silvery locks in my fingers.

It wasn't soon after was arrived at the shores and I could tell Ryou knew someone was waiting. His body was tense and fingers holding my hands in a strong grip that would have broken mortal bones. Yet when my creator came into our sight he became curiously relaxed. Blinking he watched the older vampire walking to us and as his eyes became glazed over I realized he as talking to my creator like I had moments ago.

"Welcome to Greece Bakura."

His smooth voice melded in with the night air, silent, smooth, and he gave us a smile before leading us to three horses waiting for us. As each of us rode one to his house we stayed in silence. When finally we were at his house, seated comfortably on the sofas and it was then he asked us about our journeys...or more along the lines of asking me. I had told him about first my travels to Rome then the Celts, and then from there us traveling to Egypt and Rome again followed by Greece.

He then asked Ryou something and for the first time I had heard him respond to a stranger.

"Now I understand that Bakura had made you by the shores of the Celts and you were the son of the Druid priest...tell me do you do prophecies?"

"By what means? I can tell you the future by the Runes or the signs of nature and even perhaps by the lines of your hands, but what does this concern a vampire with?"

"Let's just say I'm a curious vampire...tell me Druid, do you still heed the signs of the future? Or do you ignore them?"

"Ignoring fate when it is presented to you is a brainless suggestion and I am assuming you are not brainless?"

A low chuckle of amusement

"Not at all young druid...now if I were to present you with some runes would you tell me what you see?"

"I do not need runes when I have a fire before me, its flames and ashes can tell me all I need to know...are you requesting a reading?"

There was a slight pause where my creator watched with intense scrutiny at Ryou's calm face and whatever he had found he seemed satisfied.

"No, I do not...I was merely questioning your abilities...do not ignore them Druid, take heed of them and their warnings for there will be a time of trouble and only the signs presented by fate shall choose your destiny."

He smiled and looked at us both before he rose and spoke in a lighter tone than before.

"Come, the sun is to rise soon and I must provide you a room where you can sleep...tomorrow night we shall hunt and drink and enjoy each other's company, but until then get plenty of sleep for travel has made you both weary. Come."

He led us to an underground section of the house and there we were led to a room where my creator had inclined his head and closed the door. There, clothes were laid out for us and we changed and lay down on the bed, my arms around Ryou. He kissed my lips goodnight and smiled at me in contentment and closed his eyes in sleep, however I could not. I lay there and listened to his slow breathes and tried to comprehend my creator's earlier words...had he seen danger for us? But I had chosen to shrug off his words and closed my eyes in sleep. I would only later find out what he meant by those words and I regret I had not asked further about them.

***************************************************************** ********************************** Hm...how did you like that? I think it was a little better; I was more focused on this. I need some opinion on how slow this is going. Do you want me to go a little quicker and skip some years? I plan to go to the medieval a little bit, then the Renaissance and such...do you want me to skip ahead more quickly? Dunno, you tell me I can do either. Anyways, read and review as always, and thank you! Updates will most definatly slow down starting Monday when I go back to school, but I'll try to do it once a week. Ja ne until then! ^_^