-- Russia, 1778 --

"Mihael, you're crazy if you think I'm letting you set foot in that house again." Kyosta said calmly. He was sitting on a tattered old couch he and Mihael had found out in the outskirts of the city, both feet resting on the old coffee table in front of it. The two had long since moved out into a more secluded area in the city. They couldn't risk being found by one of the Vampires that was surely out sniffing for them.

Mihael rolled his eyes with a snort. "Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?" he slid on a long black trench coat. "One...I'm already 18" He turned so Kyosta had a good view of his front. "Two, you're not my father..." He pointed to his blond hair, and then at Kyosta's black hair. "Three," he paused, eyes narrowing as if he had just remembered something irritating. "I swore I would go back when I was ready"

Kyosta shot the blond a glare. "I know, I was there," he sighed and ran his hand through his dark hair in frustration. "You were only a pip-squeak back then, Didn't think you meant it"

"Well I did" the blond said with a bit more force then needed. Mihael flipped his hair out of his eyes, grabbed his belt, slid it on, and stuck a few things into the back pockets of his pants. "And I'm going, with," He put his hand on the doorknob, looking over his shoulder to give his cousin a playful smirk. "Or without, you"

The older male stared at his younger cousin, expression torn. Mihael cheered mentally. He had him. He just needed to stroke Kyostas ego a little, and he would cave. "You know...If I come face to face with one of those leeches, who's going to have my back? Hm?"

"Well I guess you have a point. You can't hold your own in a fight" Kyosta said finally getting to his feet, and shooting his younger cousin a grin. Mihael laughed slightly, and pulled the door open. "Yeah, grab your blade and lets go"

Kyosta disappeared into the kitchen and appeared a few seconds later with a small bulge in the front of his pants. "Ready, lets go!"

Mihael raised an eyebrow. "You keep it in the front of your pants?...You know, from over here it looks like you have a-"

"Okay!..lets just go before I change my mind" Kyosta grumbled something as the two made their way out the door, and in to the crisp Fall morning air.

The old mansion was as it had been all those years ago. It was as if time had stopped completely around the property. Mihael stood beside Kyosta in front of its large wooden double doors. His feet were rooted to the spot. In his head, he was debating whether or not coming back really was such a good idea after all.

"Wha?...aw, come on! Don't tell me you dragged my ass clear across town, just to stand here like an idiot!" Kyosta half shouted, incredulously. "Are you scared?"

"Who said I'm scared? Now quit shouting and get ready" The blond hissed in response. The door was kicked in and it swung open for them easily.

"Be on your toes..." The elder male whispered as the two slowly and quietly made their way into the abandoned mansion.

It was quiet, and cold. Freezing. Dust and spiderwebs had collected everywhere. Everything was still in its place. The couch in the living room area, the paintings,
everything. Nothing was out of place. And it scared the shit out of Mihael.

"H-hey, Kyosta?..." The blond whispered in a trembling voice. "What do you think they did with the bodies?"

Kyosta stopped in front of a large family portrait. A thin layer of dust covered its surface. "They probably dumped them somewhere..." was the simple strained reply.

"Probably..." Mihael whispered.

The two of them continued on through the house, quiet in case one of those things was still lurking around. "I doubt any of those bloodsuckers are still here, Mihael...This place is covered in dust and spider webs. You know damn well those things don't live that way..."

Mihael shrugged off his words, and walked off ahead of him up the large staircase that separated into two separate wings. "I just want to look around. I never said we were hunting them down you idiot"

The dark haired male grit his teeth. "Why is it necessary to look around?" He followed quickly after him. The house was creeping him out, and he just wanted to get the hell out before they found something they would regret.

"I just want to look around, fuck..." he growled over his shoulder.

Kyosta stopped at the top of the stairs, watching as Mihael went up the stairs that led to the west wing of the house. "What the hell do you hope to find"
He ran up the remaining steps, stopping at the top again. "To find mommy and daddy?...They're gone, Mihael!...They're all dead, build your god damn bridge, get over it,
and lets get the fuck out of this house!" He shouted.

Mihael, who had been halfway down the hallway stopped dead in his tracks. His body tense, fists clentched at his sides. Kyosta sighed. He had hit a major nerve.
"Look...lets just go-"

Before he knew it he was knocked to the ground, with a searing pain jabbing at his cheek. "What the fuck was that for?!" Kyosta shrieked, glaring up at the young blond.

Mihael glared back. His fist held up, ready to throw another punch if need be. "You know damn well what it was for!" Kyosta got to his feet, and slammed Mihael against the dust covered wall beside them. "You little bitch!...Just let it go!"

The blond struggled against the elders grip. "Let me go before I stab you..." he growled through clenched teeth. Kyosta let go obediently and dusted himself off.
"Can we go home now? I've seen enough for one day" he grumbled.

Mihael sighed, but nodded. "Whatever...I'm coming back tomorrow anyway"

"What the hell?...What-"

The blond blinked, no longer hearing what his cousin was saying. He saw his lips moving, but no sound. Nothing. The temperature had dropped dramatically. He could see his breath clear in the air. It was freezing cold. What the hell was going on. Suddenly, he heard something. A whisper. His eyes widened, and he turned in the direction of the voice. Nothing.

"Who said that?!" He shouted. Whirling around to look in the opposite direction.

Kyosta raised an eyebrow at his cousin. "Who said what?...What are you talking about?"

The blond blinked, confused as well. He was so sure he had heard someone. Was it just the house messing with his mind? Probably. He let out a calming breath and shook his head. "No...Nothing, Never mind"

"Mihael, are you ok? You look like you've just seen a ghost...you're all pale"

"Don't worry young one, I won't kill you..." The voice again. There was cold bone chilling laughter. "Thought in a sense, you will be dead." It was loud and clear, and this time Mihael swore he felt something cold brush up against his cheek.

His eyes went wide. Words completely failed him. He just stood there gasping as if he was having trouble breathing. Kyosta began to panic. He grabbed hold of his cousins shoulders and shook him roughly. "Mihael!...Mihael snap out of it, what the hell is wrong with you?!"

The blond gasped loudly, taking in deep breaths. "R-run!..." he managed to choke out despite desperately trying to get air into his lungs. It took a few seconds for the situation to fully register in Kyostas brain, before he grabbed hold of his cousins wrist and bolted down the stairs for the door.

"Tsk, Tsk...Now, where are your manners?" The front door slammed shut and locked itself.

"Shit..." Kyosta growled under his breath. He turned in the direction of the voice, one hand wrapped around Mihaels shoulders to keep him standing.

"Coward!!" He shouted. "You're a damn coward! Show yourself!" He was thrown backwards against the door. Something cold was pinning his shoulders against the hard wood of the door. Mihael was standing a few feet in front of him, just standing there, his eyes not focusing on anything. As if he were in a trance.

"Mihael, you idiot! Run!" He shouted, only to cry out in pain as the cold hands gripping his shoulders tightened, forcing him to look up at the vampire holding him.

He was tall, only a few inches taller than Kyosta, with nicely cut light brown hair. His eyes were a strange shade of brown that made them look almost red. His skin was a scary pale, no surprise there. Even though Kyosta was wearing a jacket he could feel the cold from where the Vampires hands were gripping him. "What did you do to him you son of a bitch?!" Kyosta snarled, struggling. There was no way of getting out of his grip though.

The brown haired vampire chuckled. "Nothing really, I just have that affect on people" A smirk slowly formed on his pale lips.

"You know, I could let you live...I could turn you into a vampire" He whispered huskily against his ear.

Kyosta lowered his head, and spit on the vampires shoes before looking up at him with a murderous glare. "Bite me, fucker...I'd rather die"

"Fucker?" The vampires eyes rolled up in thought. "I prefer to be called, Light" His eyes met Kyostas, and a smirk began to form on his lips again. His white fangs visible.
"Bite you, you say?" He chuckled darkly, running his tongue along his fangs. "Ah, well, that's the first time I've ever gotten an open invitation" He trailed his lips down Kyosta's neck, stopping where his neck and shoulder connect. "Hm...and you know what?"

"What?" Kyosta spat bitterly.

"I accept" He sunk his teeth into Kyosta's neck. A sharp piercing scream filled the room, and echoed loudly through out the entire house. The vampire, Light, took his time drinking. Kyostas screams were starting to die down. The room grew silent, only the sounds of Kyostas desperate panting.

"B-bastard...y-you're going to turn Mihael...into a leech, aren't y-you?..." his voice was barely a whisper.

Light pulled back from drinking to answer his question. Blood dripped from his lips, his fangs visible behind the bloody smirk. "Yes, and with you out of the way that will be a lot easier. You see, he has potential. Potential that you seem to lack.

"Once turned vampire, his hatred for our kind will give him the strength to become one of the strongest of our kind. I need someone like that to keep me entertained. "
He paused looking at the half dead dark haired male in front of him. "You on the other hand...well, you're just a meal. No offense..." he added the last bit with a small smile.

Before Kyosta could respond, Lights fangs were once again latched onto his neck. It took only a few more seconds before Light had drained Kyosta completley of his blood. He pulled back licking his lips. Watching as Kyosta's lifeless body slid to the floor. "Next..." he said with a grin. He made his way over to Mihael who was still standing still. Light snapped his fingers in front of the blonds eyes.

Mihael blinked once, taking a step back. "Remember me?" Light asked, smirking. Mihael stared at him, too shocked too speak. Light chuckled. "No?...Heh, well let me refresh your memory"

In a fraction of a second Light was standing behind him, one hand over the blonds mouth, and the other over his forehead. Mihael struggled, trying to throw him off, but suddenly became very still.

He was back in his childhood bedroom. He was sitting up in bed, staring out into the darkness, toward the window. A pair of glowing red eyes stared back at him from the darkness. The same eyes that belonged to the Vampire holding him now.

"MM!!..." Mihaels scream was muffled out by Lights hand. The vampire smirked and removed his hand. "Its you!!...It was you!! you killed them!" He shouted.
"So you remember me then?" He whispered, one hand wrapped firmly around the blonds waist. He used his free hand to trail a finger down Mihaels cheek, and neck. "I swore I would kill off all the Keehls, but you and your cousin got away from me. But look, I didn't even have to go out and look for you. As soon as I was starting to loose all hope of ever finding you, who should show up at my door step, but you two" Light chuckled. "But, I guess I could spare you. The youngest Keehl. I foresee great things from you.

"You see, When you live as long as I do you tend to get bored. Sitting in the shadows, hiding no less. You, are just the challenge I need to keep me entertained for a fair amount of time..."

Mihael was shaking with rage. "I'd rather die!...I won't be some sort of toy for your amusement!" he snarled through gritted teeth.

"Wonderful!..." Light mused. "Already you're starting to amuse me," He leaned down slightly, brushing his lips against the blonds neck. "This will be," He chuckled.
"Most interesting." He parted his lips revealing the sharp fangs, and bit down hard. All Mihael had time to do was scream, before his vision went black.

Mihael woke to darkness and the feeling of cold metal around his wrists. He felt exhausted, like he had just ran a marathon. And he was thirsty. Really, thirsty. He couldn't tell if his eyes were open or not, for all he saw was black. The sound of a door opening and closing was heard, followed by soft footsteps. They got louder as they approached, stopping in front of him he suspected. "So, you're awake?" He still couldn't see a thing.

"Sorry, how rude of me" The blindfold he had apparently been wearing was yanked off. The light of the room burned his eyes and he quickly shut them. A low hiss sounded from his throat.

Laughter. How he wanted to just crush this guys windpipe. Lets see if he'd laugh then.

"That takes some getting use to" Light, the vampire he had spoken to previously said, amused. Mihael slowly opened his eyes again. This time it wasn't that bad.
He just had to blink a few more time before his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room.

"Your Vampire senses are working nicely I see..." Light said with a chuckle in his tone. "Thirsty?" He asked, when Mihael said nothing.

The blond licked his lips. "Water..." had it been long since the last time he had spoken? His voice sounded strange to him. It was deeper, smoother. Like his fathers.

Light laughed his bone chilling laugh. He lifted Mihaels chin so he could get a better look at him. "Water?...I don't really think that will help you" He let go of the blonds chin, still laughing. "Now, blood on the other hand" He held his wrist up so Mihael could see. Light dragged his thumb nail roughly across it until blood slowly started to ooze from the cut.

Mihaels eyes widened at the scent. He parted his lips, his tongue running idly against his newly grown fangs. He was straining against the chains that bound him to the wall. Blood, it smelled sweet, he wanted it.

Light smirked. "I thought so..." he lifted his wrist up to the blonds mouth and Mihael sunk his fangs into it, making the other hiss in discomfort.

He had to yank his wrist back after a few minutes. "Greedy little thing aren't you?"

Mihael licked his lips. What the hell was he doing?! He was drinking blood! He was turning into the very thing he hated most. He shut his eyes tight. Maybe this is a dream. He shook his head, and opened his eyes again. No, no dream. This was for real.

The blond let his head droop, he glared at the concrete floor beneath his feet. Pull yourself together damn it! "I won't...be like you..." He growled, surprising himself.

"Is that so?," Light grabbed a fist full of the blonds hair, and yanked his head back forcing him to look up at him. Mihael only glared, his lip curled up over his fangs,
baring them dangerously as a threat.

"That's what we all say, Mihael" He practically purred out the blond's name, and it made Mihael shiver.

"But sooner or later..." Light reached down and picked the black blindfold up off the ground. He tied it tightly over the blonds eyes, watching as he struggled, and cursed obscenities. He laughed, and got close to Mihaels ear. "The thirst, always wins..."

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A/N: The end of Mello's side of the story. So now, we will be able to get to the more interesting things I hope. Are you guys still interested? Hopefully this chapter was good, it took forever to type out so that the format wasn't all wierd like with the other chapters.

Anywho, Matt shall make his appearance next chapter yay! Well, review if you want me to continue, please, please do.

Thanx for reading.

Matty.