Bakura's POV:

Why can't I forget him, he has made me regret a kill. I have never even considered regret as an option. Perhaps there is still hope in this world, and Seraph is that hope.

Hope. What a wonderful word, if only if wasn't a lie. I have to find Seraph again, maybe we can restore something and fix this Hell.

Ryou's POV:

Hours have passed, I sat here watching unnoticed in this little ally. I saw much suffering, more blood, and hidous crimes comitted with out a backwards glance. The worst of it all is that no one does anything to even try to stop it. They walk past as though nothing were happening, while innocent people die.

I should try to walk again. I do not want to be cornered in this ally if any of this misfortune was to befall me aswell.

I lift myself up. Tears forminng in my eyes and pain springing to my legs and arms. Every cut and scratch is retched with pain as bad as before. I will have to live with it. From what I have seen, this world gives you more time to hurt than heal.

I take a shaky step forward. Blood pounds in my head, acompanied with a wave of dizziness. I have to get out of here. I manage to gain a normal walking pace, as I stumble out of that acursed ally. I don't wish to die in a dead end.

Normal POV:

Ryou left, heading to the right, hoping to find some source of help. Though he did not notice the almost identical figure that slipped into the ally way as he ventured off.

Bakura's POV:

Damn it! I missed him, I doubt Seraph can survive on his own in this horrid land. Another tear drop fell.

I don't want him to die. I'm crying again, tears show weakness, and I am of the strongest around. I refuse to give in for this random stranger!

Normal POV:

Bakura stomed into the nightclub looking furrious. Dark eyes narrowed into glares. He radiated power, and none dared to stand in his way.

He grabbed a bottle of alcohol from the counter and threw some gold coins at the bar tender. He slumped down at a table and started drinking the exotic whine. A mix of blood, red whine, and lemon juice.

Exotic, sharp, and almost adictive. Bakura smiled to himself, blood had recently been added to the ingredients in the drinks because of the massive increase in vampires. Bakura happened to be the sire of many of these newcomers.

Bakura traced his fangs with his toung, the taste of the blood still stained them. Regret, tears, forgiveness. The three words that had never occoured to him until recently.

Red, black and shades of grey: that was his world. But Bakura had seen white, the worst in the land had seen past the darkness. Ryou was the white.

Ryou's POV:

The smell of blood is nausiating, and it never seems to go away. This air is toxic, dirt scratching my parched throat. The taste of grime fills my mouth.

I want someone to help me. Being nice doesn't seem to be the way to do it, I have to try to be strong. You! Tell me, where might I find some clothes and food, I demanded of a man that has the looks of a beggar.

That shop was just broken into, it will be a few hours before the police arive to try to do any thing about it. The best hangout would be the night club just down the street, you can't miss it. Now, Bakura, please spare me a coin, The man said kneeling at my bare feet.

Bakura? Who is that, I wonder. Oh, I guess it doesn't matter. I had found a bag of coins on the ground, not much money but some. This man seemed nice enough.

Here is a coin for your help, I said simply throwing it to him. I walked towards the appointed shop, I needed to get out of these bloody robes.

Normal POV:

Ryou headed into the dark shop, trying to avoid cutting his feet on the broken glass from the smashed display window. He called into the darkness, Can I take some clothes?

It was of course a clothes store, racks upon racks lay covered in clothes yet to be sold. A deep voice repleid, Take what you want, I have taken all I wanted. Besides, you look desprately in need of new garmets. A shadowy figure with dark hair and skin was the apparent owner of the voice. The man glared and Ryou with peircing blood-red eyes, before slippping out into the dark streets with what appeard to be a bag of clothes and money.

Ryou mutered after him. Ryou looked around, almost all the clothes were dark, and most people in the town seemed to wear black so he disided to take that color. He found a back pack in the corner of the shop, in which he put the clothes he selected. Not too long after that he emerged wearing a skin tight, black silk shirt and a pair of black cargo pants.

He had more in his bag, of varrying fabrics, enough clothes for him to manage. He had also taken a black leather jacket, though he wasn't cold enough to wear it yet. The young angel slung the bag onto his shoulders and walked towards the club.

The crowd at the bar was nervous, having Bakura nearby made them all very edgy. Most had moved to the dance floor in some sort of drunken effort to avoid the dark vampire. He had a high reputation as an unhesitant murderer, and he loved his power.

Ryou edged quietly into the club, trying to remember to try to fit in and be tough. He walked to the bar, head held high. The bar tender looked up and pulled out a bottle of whine. Two gold coins, Bakura, the man said gruffly.

It then became obvious to Ryou that there was someone who looked similar to him, that everyone thought he was. Ryou knew not whom to look for as he had never seen his own reflection. Clouds reflected not, and mirrors would fall through the sky.

Ryou bought the whine and took a sip, an obscure blend of flavors combining in his mouth. Only two he reconised, red whine, which was served in the heavans, and lemon. The thrid flavor was desolate and obscure to the angel, who had never tasted blood. Oddly enough he liked the drink.

Ryou sipped contently at the drink, attempting to recall the flavor. He was starting to reconise it. He began to feel the dizziness he had felt earlier. The smell of blood clogging his senses, so much blood he could almost taste it.

Ryou recovered from his transe as he looked in horror at the whine he had just drunken. he murmed, his voice an octive too high. His pale skin turned white as he finally knew what the third ingredient was.

Ryou's POV:

I feel sick. I just drank half a bottle of blood whine. Oh God, what is wrong with this place. People don't drink blood. I think I'm going outside for fresh air.

Normal POV:

Ryou walked outside, unconsiously carrying the bottle of whine with him. He was not drunk, just sick from the thought of drinking blood. Angels are resistant to alcohol.

Ryou stumbled to a nearby waste-bin and threw up the whine. He still felt dizzy but was glad to have the blood out of his system. He rubbed his temples in a futile attemt to stop his headache.

This world is sick, this whole place is horrible. It's even worse then the roumors said. I'm living a nightmare, Ryou said to himself in dispare, he slumped against the cold brick wall, hot tears running down his face.

Why me? Why me? What did I do wrong? Ryou mumbled through his tears, he knew life could be unfair, but this was unreasonable. Cient why did you send me to this evil place? A simple question to an angel, a prayer to a guardian. Cient heard this prayer.

Cient's POV:

Ryou is alive! Oh where is he, he is praying. I need to find a looking bowl. Ah there's one.

As I looked into the glassy liquid, shapes change and ryou appears. He is no longer wearing his robes, but instead an outfit of the land, all in the color black. He has bandages around his pale arms, though they are covered in grime, and the blood is seeping through the cloth. His face is cut, dirty, scarred and bleeding. His long white hair is tangled, and dirty. In only a day, this angel has been ruined.

Tears run down Ryou's face, leaving trails in the muck. He cries and prays, poor child. What is he saying? A faint voice echos out of the basin, it is the pained voice of the fallen angel, Cient, why did you send me to this evil place?' I feel tears in my own eyes.

Ryou doesn't sound guilty, but I can't bring him back without his proof of inocence. I have to stop loking at him, he is such a sad sight. I can't stand this.

Bakura' POV:

This is rediculus. I drank an entire bottle of whine and I can't think of one place he could've gone to. There is no place anyone inncent could go, by now he's probly dead, or kidnapped, or raped... There are endles posiblilities, none of which I like.

I don't want anything to happen to my little Seraph, yes mine. This whole town is mine, if he is in this city, anywhere in this city then he is my property. I own this town figurativly, I make the rules, I get respect, and I'm feared. Fear is one of the greatest elements in life, easy to feed on, easy to surface, and an easy way to turn almost anyone into a tool for my own perposes.

I'm thinking too much, I definately need more alcohol.

Normal POV:

The music blared, and many danced, but a few lingered outside the club, waiting for easy prey. Sadly, one person noticed Ryou, and worse, they weren't from the town and knew nothing about Bakura.

Hello pretty, The man said, his gaze held an insane look and his breath smelled of beer.

Ryou tilted his head so he looked up at the man, he could tell that this wasn't good. His chocoate eyes darted to either side. Ryou couldn't fight and he knew it, it just wasn't a skill worth learning in Heavan. He had to get away, his eyes went round as he looked past the man's shoulder, pointing in fake fear. His plan worked, the man turned around, and Ryou ran, dodging past the man, and running into the most crouded area he could find, the dance floor.

Ryou sighed in relief as he realized the man had gone the wrong way when attempting to fallow him. However the young angel wasn't quite as happy about the fact that most of the dancers seemed to find him attractive and kept trying to freak with the poor boy.

Meanwhile the man who had cornered Ryou before now looked around in confusion, Where did that kid go off to? he asked himself. He soon spotted what he thought to be Ryou.

Hello pretty. Remember me? he said thickly at the white haired teen.

Bakura looked at the man, sizing him up, and scanning his memory for any recolection of the newcomer, Bakura said finally turning back to his whine.

Oh I think you do, The man slurred.

Bakura's cold brown eyes moved up once again, Since our new, I think you need some one to explain the rules to you, Bakura's eyes flashed as he stood, reaching the same height as the man, I'd be happy to do that for you.

This guy seems different somehow, stronger, oh well,' The man thought then said allowed, This sity doesn't look like it has many rules, He gestured with his hand towards a fight outside.

Oh if fighting is what you mean, that has no rules. But the city itself does, and you've broken a good few of them. I rule this city, respect me. Do as I say. Don't pick fights with your supperiors, lest you wish to die. Rape isn't tollerated, however common. And you decided to bother me while I was in a bad mood, lucky you.

A few had gathered, however terrifying Bakura was, his fights usuall attracted great interest. Flames burned in Bakura's eyes, as he gave a menacing grin, showing his fangs. Never, ever, defy a vampire, Bakura finished as he grabbed the mans shoulder, and with his bare hands, grippedso hard bones sanpped and blood poured out.

Bakura let go, he wanted this man to live as long as possible so he could make him suffer.

Ryou had walked over, currious about the gathering crowd, and there he saw a man with long white hair, that radiated such power he was tempted to take a step back. This man had blood on his right hand, and the man opposite him was stunned with pain as he cluteched his broken shoulder.

The angel reconised the man in pain, it was the same one who had tried to corner him. A girl leaned over to Ryou and muttered, Wow, the roumers are true. Bakura is a heartless killer. I've heard that he once let a victim die from pain before he drank their blood. The girl never looked at Ryou, she had kept her ees on the fight the entire time.

Drank their blood? Ryou asked in confusion, thinking back to the whine.

Ya, he's a vampire. I thought everyone knew that. Look at his fangs, She said in awe pointing at Bakura's grin.

Ryou looked too, inch long fangs replaced Bakura's canine teeth. (one inch is the lenghth from the top of your thumb to the first joint for all who didn't know.) Those look dangerous, Ryou mumbled.

Well ya, he IS a vampire. Vampires use the fangs to open up the veins of the neck, then drink a humans blood, The girl said as though it were obvious.

Ryou grunted looking back at the said vampire.

Oh that hurts doesn't it? Hm, let's see. I don't want to kill you just yet. How to torment you? Bakura thought a moment then his grin grew bigger, as he looked at his half emtied whine bottle. The third bottle he had had that night. Cuts, you will have lots of cuts, and I will pour lemon juice on each and every one of them, Bakura looked beyond insane and by this point was completely drunk.

Ryou winced, and covered his eyes. However hoirrible the man had been, he still didn't want to watch him being tortured. This is so wrong, how can anyone do this? Ryou asked, refering to Bakura.

The girl's expression saddened as she heard the saddness in Ryou's voice, It's okay, don't worry about it. If you don't mess with him he will probably leave you alo-- Her words were cut off as she looked at the white haired teen.

What is it? Ryou asked looking at the stunned girl, Are you okay?

You, you, you look exactly like Bakura, She stuttered.

Ryou looked over at the menacing vampire with curiosity, he had never seen his reflection, but he highly doubted he was that frightning. He looked back at the girl, I don't know what I look like, I've never seen my reflection.

Her expresion ssoftened once again, You are far too kind to be anything like Bakura. I just want to warn you that- She was cut short by a loud scream. Ryou's attention was fixed on Bqakura, as he lowerded his head and drained the man of blood. The man's scream died in his throat as his body went limp and fell to the floor.

Bakura stood, grinning, This is why you never mess with me, this is why I rule this town. Disregard my rules and you will be the first to go. Now get out of my way, I'm going home, A path cleared almost instantly, everyone was at least a little frightened after Bakura's display.

That voice, Ryou mumbled. It hit a strange chord in his memory. He closed his eyes thinking of the strong, deep, and slightly frightning voice. Good bye beautiful' The word of his savior, Cerberus, as Ryou called him. Bakura couldn't be Cerberus.

Cerberus had shown kindness to Ryou, had treated his wounds and helped him, where her would have otherwise died. Bakura was a heartless killer, that was strong, and powerful. The type that wont do anything unless it suits their perpose. But the voice was indeed similar.

As Ryou finished his train of throught, he looked around for the girl he had been talking to, but she had somehow disappeared.

Bakura's POV:

Damn it. I hate headaches. Maybw three bottles was a bit much in that short of a time period, if I hadn't just killed someone I would go do that to distract me from this headache.

Why does nothing ever go right for me. Gods, if there are any, why the hell don't you answer my prayers!? I'm just as messed up as the rest of this world!

Cient's POV:

Another prayer? I turn and look back at the sight basin I hadd left only an hour ago. From over here all I can make out is a white haired boy, face burried in one hand. Ryou. It has to be.

I walk over to the bowl and see Ryou, one eyes visible, then other blocked from view by a bloodstained hand. His eyes are shuit tight as though he is in pain, or is having a mind-splitting head ache. His eyes flutter open, dark puples visible through a cold glare.

Why the hell don't you answer my prayers!? I'm just as messed up as the rest of this world! The prayer flows through.

Normal POV:

Cients eyes widen in shock. Ryou had never been like that before. Ryou's' eyes closed once more in anguish, a small tear running down his cheek. Why can't I find Seraph? were his last words before the image fadded completely, leaving the basin's bottom black as a moonless night.

TO BE CONTINUED...

A million and one appologies for the long wait for this chapter, I promise I will update sooner next time. I'll try for a week, the next chapter should be up by Saturday next week, if not then sooner.

I want to say the resons this took so long were: 1. I went on vaction 2. I had no internet or computer acces for a week 3. i had writers block 4. Last and main reason, This story is cvery hard for me to right. It has a sad air to it, that takes effort for me to enter that mood. I am not a depressed or sad person in anyway, so this story takes A LOT of effort to write. Many Many more appologies!

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