A/n: Well, this was going to be a one shot but since both of my reviewers so far have told me it was too short, and one even asked to continue it, I will; though I have absolutely no idea how far I'll be able to take it. Thankies to you two.

Blood and Candlelight: Daylight lost

Seto stood before the Council of the Immortals silently awaiting the elder to make his decision.

The elder glanced at his right hand wife and she nodded, glaring down at Seto as she spoke.

"Give us three reasons why we should accept you in our council. Why are you worthy to live on the immortal blood?"

Seto stood straight and spoke strongly, looking at the elder rather than his wife.

"My brother, Mokuba Kaiba was murdered brutally in his own bed two weeks ago by one of your kin. A rogue. My first reason is revenge."

He looked into the elder's eyes.

"My second reason is power. I have built an empire from scratch. I have clawed my way to the top and I don't want to let it go by dying in sixty years."

He knelt at the elder's feet, lowering himself in the presence of a king.

"My third reason is loyalty. I swear that if I am accepted into the council I will be loyal, noble, and strong. I will unquestioningly do as you so ask of me."

The elder stood and lowered his hand.

Seto looked up into his eyes and lifted the hand to his lips, kissing the palm and wrist.

The elder spoke, a voice that Seto would never be able to erase from his memory.

"I will accept you in the Council of the Immortals. This, however, is the last time you will be able to turn back."

Seto stood and stared straight into the elder's eyes, voice and tone almost threatening.

"I will not back down from this."

The elder closed his eyes for a moment.

"There will be pain."

Seto stood firm.

"I'm not afraid of pain, I was beaten nearly every day of my childhood. No pain could be worse than that."

Finally the elder nodded and led him into a dark stone room.

The door closed and the room was cast into blackness.

His heart began to race faster as his hearing increased from lack of sight.

He'd always been like that.

If he lost one sense another would heighten.

The swish of the other mans velvet robe circled him several times before it stopped right behind him.

He closed his eyes tightly as his head was tilted to the side.

One arm snaked around his waist while the wrist of the other was placed over his mouth.

"You will know when to bite. You must draw blood."

He nodded and took a deep breath.

Tears sprang to his eyes at the bite and began to feel dizzy as his life was drained away.

His entire body began to tingle lightly but soon that tingling turned into a horrible burning and he screamed out in pain, biting down on the wrist.

Blood flowed into his mouth and with every drop that he swallowed the pain eased just a little more until finally his body felt cold.

He ripped away from the man and lay panting on his back.

As he looked around he suddenly realized he could see.

It was as if someone had lit a million candles.

He could focus on one pebble in the wall across from him, and see into the other room through the cracks in the mortar.

He began to stand but the elder shook his head.

"Sleep."

And with just that word he was gone.

''

Seto sat up panting.

'How many times am I going to dream about that? It was nearly three years ago and I can still remember it like it was just an hour ago.'

Sensing that the dangerous rays of the sun were at a safe level he pulled open the curtains on his four-poster bed and stood.

It had been exactly seven days since he had seen Anzu and tonight he would see her again.

It was nice to have a stable donor, even if it didn't last long.

Kissing had become much more pleasurable since his turn and he found it was an easy way to win at least a small meal.

Anzu was different though, she was more of a light wine and he enjoyed kissing her more than biting her.

He took a deep breath as he stretched.

Tonight was going to be the turning point for Anzu.

He was almost certain she was ready for the real stuff.

Until now he had only lightly bitten her and taken extremely small amounts of her blood, but tonight he was sure she'd let him go all the way.

He smirked as he thought about that.

'It sounds wrong...but it feels so good."

He'd still not quite gotten used to having fangs so in essence he was teething a bit and biting things felt good to him.

His smirk widened, showing a fang as he pulled on his shirt and jacket.

'She'll faint tonight...no assistance needed.'

Three things were a turn on for him when involved with a female.

Fainting was at the top of the list.

Watching her body fall limp, her arm dangle from her as he lifted her into his.

The little ball of fear at the back of her throat and that look of both pain and ecstasy on her features, the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed gently; it all gave him the sense of power that he had over her.

It made him want more of her blood.

Fear was second.

The reason a vampire has the ability to live on blood alone is because they can taste the different components of it.

Fear releases endorphins, which have a sweet taste to them.

Anzu wasn't really ever scared of him and that disappointed him.

Most of his victims were terrified as he pounced, draining them until they were too weak to fight back.

And number three was whimpering and moaning, which went back to the power trip.

He locked his door on the way out of his room and proceeded down the grand stair, past three older vampires who eyed him in half annoyance.

Few had the privilege of leaving the house when they pleased and the older males hated that Seto was one of them.

He was the youngest of the bunch and the master trusted him more than even his right hand servants.

He only smiled at them as he shut the door and took off into the night.

''

Anzu slipped into a silk white dress.

Seto's obsession with the old vampire movies prompted her to buy this.

The thing that bothered her was that it, unlike its movie counter part, was nearly see through.

However, knowing that he would be happy with it made it okay.

She went through the weekly ritual of turning out all but her bedside lamp and lighting all the candles in her room.

She opened her window and walked over to her bed, sitting on the other side so she wouldn't see him come in.

She took up an old hairbrush that looked like it was from the early nineteen hundreds and began to brush her hair.

She'd never let him know it but this was her favorite part of their weekly play.

The idea that he could be standing behind her at this second and not knowing he was there at all until he touched her was enticing to say the least.

Suddenly she felt cool breath on the back of her neck and turned to see him.

He lay propped up on one elbow, hand supporting his head.

He was smirking at her.

"You know Anzu, you've got be more careful. I came in right after you opened the window. My feet touched your floor the second you turned away."

She let out a soft purr and smirked as well.

"Is it my fault you move as quietly as the wind?"

He shook his head silently and moved forward, capturing her lips softly.

He knew all the right places to kiss and touch and he used those at whim.

He moved closer and gently pushed her back.

She wasn't unfamiliar with his body pressed close to hers as he kissed her softly and she wished it would be more.

She closed her eyes, turning her head so he could get at her neck more easily.

She whimpered softly as he nipped at it, scratching her tender flesh with his normal teeth.

It was all a show for him.

The only things that ever actually hurt were his fangs sinking into her neck...and when he had to leave for the night.

He sat up, staring down at her as she almost panted.

"Anzu...look at me for a moment."

She opened her eyes slowly and looked up at him.

"Do you remember when I first came to you?"

She nodded.

"And I said that one day I would really bite you, but that I didn't think you were ready for that yet?"

Again she nodded.

"I...I think you're ready now. I'll stay with you until dawn this time."

He gently pulled her up and off of the bed.

He quickly spun her around and gently tilted her head to the side.

She had removed the bandage and the wounds beneath had healed completely.

Only two small bruises gave any clue as to what had been there before.

He kissed her there tenderly and took her hands, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.

He secretly smirked as her breathing increased; she was getting scared.

"Seto."

His name was so quiet on her tongue he almost didn't hear her.

"Don't be scared Anzu, I won't kill you."

She tightened her grip on his hands and started to try and pull away but he held her closer.

"I don't think I'm ready Seto. Please not this time."

He growled slightly in her ear.

"You're going to be okay. You'll like this better, you just need to get over the first time...like the first time I made love to you."

Her breath stopped for a moment as she thought about that.

"You...used to say you loved me."

He sighed, easing up on her a little.

"That was before Mokuba was killed. I can't even love myself right now."

She gave a real whimper and he sighed deeply.

"When I find his killer and put him in his grave...then I will say that I love you again. Now do I take you all the way or do I leave?"

She bit back tears.

"Just...be gentle."

He sighed, closing his eyes and kissed her cheek, holding her closely for a moment.

"It's not that I stopped loving just you Anzu...I stopped loving anything when he died. Mokuba was my life and I just can't pick up the pieces and move on until I see his killer dead. I know life has moved on for you, but I can't let go like that. I will never hurt you but there would be no point in saying something that I don't mean right now. If...you're really that afraid of this we'll wait until another night."

She let one of his hands go and brushed away her tears.

"I just keep thinking that all you're doing is playing with my feelings. Every time you leave I'm afraid you'll never come back. I was crushed when you broke up with me and now I've almost gotten you back."

He gently kissed her neck again.

"The truth is, you never really lost me to begin with. I only broke up with you because I was so hurt. I didn't want human contact. This hole in my heart will not heal until I've gotten my revenge. Can you wait that long?"

Her voice was only a whisper as more tears slipped down her cheeks and onto his hands.

"I can wait forever if that's what it takes. Take me now."

He smiled softly and kissed her ear.

"I won't let it hurt too bad, I promise."

She nodded and closed her eyes tightly.

He licked his lips and without warning quickly sank his fangs deep into her neck, provoking a scream from her.

She struggled against him for a moment but soon the pain was replaced by a tingling sensation all over.

Reality began to slip away and with a moan she was gone.

He caught her with a smile and carried her over to her bed again.

He re-bandaged her neck and kissed her lips softly.

He laid next to her and held her tightly, closing his eyes.

'Just a little nap...just until dawn.'