REVISED
Title: Erratum of the spirit 2? - The truth of mind games
Warnings: Supernatural-dark themes, violence
Pairings: Surprise?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own one smidgen of Dragon Ball Z sigh, and yet still I don't own one piece of the world wide Vampire legends, but I'd like the think I own my Teddy Bear…

"Speech" 'Thoughts' …Remembrance…

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Visions of Inspiration

'It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes
Your paralyzed' Thriller - Michael Jackson

'Trust me, trust me.
I'm giving you a chance, so take it
I've got all you want, you'll make it
Standing there in front of me, you're naked
You can't hide a thing you've got no choice
Trust me.' Trust me - Time Rice

"Take me to him"

What was he doing? Following a stranger. A stranger whose Ki was abnormally hidden from him, as if the man did not exist. Perhaps he was dreaming? Yes that's it. He was simply dozing, hidden in the back of the club, Goten planning tricks, drawing on his face. The thought brought a smile to his strained face, which was just as quickly erased as the dull pain in his palm let itself known, brought him back to reality. In the back streets of West City, Trunks was led ever further from the night club titled 'Rouge Shift'. His body became increasingly stressed the closer they came. He could feel it, something only those who have been touched by could detect. It was an unseen evil, clouding sorrow. The coated man strode ahead of him, not looking around, expecting him to follow. The saiyan attempted to keep note of the buildings they past. Where were they going? Why were they going? Questions seemed the only thoughts atop his mind, excepting the ever-recurring picture of fangs upon lips.

'Just a dream'

It was the stale air, which hit him first, dragged him from his thoughts. He was being led down a dark stairway and its rough walls brushed his shoulders. Damp and eerie, the stairway echoed their every step. He could find no sign of life neither breath nor heartbeat touched his ears as they stepped into forking hallways.

"What do we have here?"

Startled, Trunks spun to find a gangly teen eyeing him from a previous doorway. The sickly looking male had appeared without notice, in silence and despite the fact that his hair hung limply about his face, the fangs gracing his mouth was clear.

"A soul within our grasp"

"Does it wander in freely?"

"A fool it is"

"Perhaps it wishes to join us?"

"I shall aid him in that wish"

In mere moments a number of figures surrounded them, eyeing Trunks eagerly. He tensed, slipping his left leg back instinctively, watching for their attack. Behind him a hand brushed against his shoulder, only to be knocked back by the coated man. Trunks was unable to react, their movements swift and unexpected, whilst his sense, his mind still spun in haze. They moved with agility, mist like images left where they had once been. His increased senses could barely pick up their actions an despite his present condition he was able to raise his arm in defense, taking a blow. Although another did not come, he was not touched. When their movements stopped, the confused saiya-jin looked on a scene of ravage. Several bodies upon the floor slowly pulled themselves to their feet, hatred covering their face, aimed towards his guide who had pinned the first man to wall on his left. Writhing under his grip the teen drew back his lips, threatening his captor and drew a hand back to grasp a 'T' pipe intersection in the wall. Fangs glinting in the flickering torch lights, an unnatural growl could be heard emanating from the open mouth. The coated man simply tightened his grip, driving his thumb down upon the soft of the teen's neck.

"This one isn't to be touched"

"But his warm flow is so inviting" the pinned man managed to choke out.

"Hn," The tone hinted agreement and still his guide let the man drop violently, aided with a forceful shove, "Come on boy"

Leaving behind the disappointed fiends, the pair made their way deeper within the maze below the city. Further towards the master, the being who had been calling Trunks in his dreams. He couldn't decide whether the pressure in his mind was intensifying or relieving because of his close proximity. He still couldn't understand it.

'I'm a saiya-jin, a saiya-jin of royal blood. Why am I giving in to a voice in my head? I haven't even seen this supposed 'master'. It's probably not even real.'

It was at that moment they turned and passed through an arched doorway whose wooden doors slid open on their arrival. The coated man paused in the doorway, bowing his head. Trunks took the courage well known of the saiya-jin race and paced confidently into an immense hall. With the reflection of sewers, gray stone pillars lined the walls, pipes entwining above their heads, the hall engulfed him. He looked ahead to find a shadowed figure positioned in a throne like chair, on the far side of the room.

"I am quite real"

A familiar voice burst into the room, the voice from his dreams …"I have a gift for you"… Were his dreams to be brought to life? In his confusion he didn't realise that the voice had answered unspoken words. Behind him he heard the doors close, the guide who had led him here, protected him had left. And to tell the truth, Trunks was relieved to be rid of him, no matter how short a time they had met. The man gave off a 'bad vibe' as Bra would put it.

"For many days I have been calling you. And you have taken your time answering"

In the face of this being, whose deep voice reflected that of a male, Trunks became almost speechless for the man too had no distinct Ki. Yet the power, which emanated from his form, was a form of power that he had never felt before. Far from that of Babidi's, far from Buu's, this power reminded him of his deepest fears, seemed to draw on the darkness around them. The power had no distinct identity, hiding amongst others, invisible. Only his proximity allowed him to sense its force. Looking at the position under the black cloak where its head should be, he managed to announce his question to the figure, his voice echoing into the walls,

"What is this?"

Rising the figure moved slowly towards him across the hall, at least 50 meters between them, "This will be your life...or your death if you prefer to twist your mind to that perspective" at this a hidden hand gestured to the dank surroundings "I myself, refrain from thinking such. Tis a bitter life for those who wish it...", Furrowing his brow, a trait he had unknowingly taken on of late, Trunks was about to reply when the being continued, "...and I wish it, not upon myself of course. Pain is a powerful tool boy, never forget that. It can lure yet restrain your prey in one swift movement"

"Wait" Trunks lifted his arm, palm facing forward, "Who are you?"

"Questions. I sense confusion overshadowing your mind. Do you not know your destiny, the change that will come about because of you...or those around you? It has been foretold that your kind will bring us to our demise. I am determined to stop that, change destiny. For decades we have watched you, you and your kind. Determined to save this petty world, you fight against the means for its evolution."

The form was now just inches from his face, a sudden hot breath spicy upon his senses, washed against his skin and brushed lightly at his bangs. His heart beat quickened, as sweat formed, a strange fear rising to the surface. Something was holding him, he couldn't move.

"I have chosen you, for you alone have an ache in your heart, a need to impress. When you stand by my side, they will not doubt the strength of your abilities."

Trunk's eyes widened, was this stranger speaking about his latest troubles. That morning had seen the recent bouts with his father heighten, he had had to overlook his training to concentrate on his studies. He quickly shook his head, of course not,

'I'm just dreaming', Piercing his eyes closed, he rubbed his temples, breathing deeply.

"You're not dreaming!" The voice rose, an angered tone coming forth,

"I am Lord Bahri of the risen! You are starting to test my patience boy. The life you now hold shall be past and the future told will be changed by you!", If he were not frozen in place, Trunks would have taken a step back from the man.

"Trust me. Your mind is naked to me, each thought I can touch."

Suddenly the lord's hood slipped backwards, revealing a pale face, raven hair straight down past his shoulders, no end in site. His eyes completely white, no pupil could be seen, however Trunks still could feel the probing gaze. Sickly skin made way for snaking veins along the smooth skin.

"It is best if you trust me."

It was when the pain came that Trunks realised this was not a dream, he was wide awake. There was no way he could sleep through this pain, it felt as if his soul were being ripped from his body, skin torn. It was the moment when he broke from his strange trance that he realised a new power was rising, the earth was no longer safe.

A/N: I changed the rating to 'R' as a precaution, as it will change and I'm not sure if this is PG-13 yet it's not 'R'. I will forget to increase the rating later so I thought I better do it now.

Questions? Comments? Found stupid mistakes? I'd love to know about it!