Look who fell victim to writing a vampire AU...

I adore vampire au's so... why not try my hand at one?

Please don't mind any mistakes I might have missed!

Prologue

"Pharaoh!" The voice of a woman broke through the loud screams, "You have to get away!"

The Pharaoh looked at the member of the High Priests, "I just can't leave! My people need me!"

She shook her head, "No. Now is not the time to play Pharaoh, you have to get away before The Council finds you and pins this on you. Forget your royal blood, throw away your status as Pharaoh and get away!"

The Pharaoh blinked a few times, trying his hardest to come up with a solution to the situation at hand. The sounds of screams kept ringing in his ears, his palace forced to now house the dead bodies of his fallen court and loyal servants. He prayed to the gods that many of his court and servants weren't forced to live the life he now was forced to. Finally, he gave up his internal battle, "Very well, Isis." He turned, gathering up all the courage he could muster, "If he survives or is spared from the life I am forced to now live, I want Seto to take my place as Pharaoh."

Isis nodded, "Very well. Please, be safe Pharaoh Atem. Egypt will always be grateful for your service as Pharaoh."

"You're not Pharaoh anymore!" A voice pulled the vampire out of his thoughts, "Get over it."

He turned, "Bakura," his eyes narrowed at the sight of the other vampire in front of him, "must you always be a thorn in my side?"

Bakura snorted, "My, my! Still don't like me? I didn't mean to upset you, your highness." Bakura walked closer to the other, "I forgot. You're not Pharaoh Atem anymore. Get over it already, Yami."

Yami watched as Bakura walked closer to him. The moonlight illuminated his features, making him seem even more treacherous than he really was. Yami rolled his eyes, "I get it. I'm over it, Bakura."

Bakura smirked, "You sure? When was the last time you fed from the source then? Ever since modern medicine introduced the concept of blood banks, you've been stealing leftovers. Not only that, but you don't step foot in the blood banks that The Council set up for vamps like you."

Yami couldn't help but flinch at the jab, "Vamps like me, huh?"

Bakura hit a nerve. He enjoyed seeing the former Pharaoh squirm, "Yeah, like you. You know," he walked around Yami, "the ones who think it's wrong to feed from the source and possibly take their life so they feed from the ailing ones or those willing to die." He stopped behind him, their backs facing each other, "You can't feed from those blood bags, either."

Yami tried to keep his emotions at bay. He hated giving Bakura the satisfaction of getting to him, "They're not blood bags. They're human beings."

Bakura scoffed before walking away, "If you say so, Pharaoh!"

He ran as fast as he could, trying to find a new alley to hide in. He was weak, not having blood in a few days. Finally, he found one. He ducked inside, taking refuge next to a dumpster, the darkness completely covering him like a blanket. He let out a ragged breath, his eyes darting to find something he could feed on.

Soon enough, his eyes landed on a large rat, scurrying off to hide. Quickly, he pounced, trapping the rodent in his hands. He looked down, the rat trying to get away from his grasp. It wasn't much, but it was something for him to sink his teeth into (literally!) for now.

"Sorry little guy." He whispered. He let his canines elongate before sinking his fangs into the rat. It jerked before falling limp as its blood was drained from its body. The vampire released his fangs before dumping the animal in the dumpster. He closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall behind him. He still felt the small pang of guilt gnaw at him, but he quickly blew it off, telling himself that it was only a rat and not a human.

It was just him and darkness until he felt the presence of another entering the alley. He tensed, fear building up in the pit of his stomach. The figure that joined him the alley stopped, quickly sensing the presence of the other. He walked slowly, his senses on high alert. The younger one hoped that he wouldn't be found, especially not in his state. It's been a while since he had the sufficient amount of blood to hold him over and he knew that once he got up to run, he wouldn't make it far.

"Who's there?" A deep voice called, pulling the young one from his thoughts.

The older one rounded the dumpster, his eyes widening at the sight of a young teenager hiding next to the dumpster. He slowly knelt down, "What are you doing here?"

The teen tensed. He tried backing away but his back just met the wall, "Please," he pleaded, his voice weak, "don't come near me."

The older one furrowed his brows in confusion, "Fangs." He whispered, "You have fangs. And by the looks of it, you're only a fledgling."

The teen relaxed some before tensing again, "Please, go away." He could tell the status of the vampire in front of him. He could easily tell how strong he was. But, he was scared. He didn't trust the vampires, they were nothing but cruel creatures and as a fledgling, he knew he didn't stand a chance.

The vampire held his hands out in from of him, "I'm not going to hurt you."

The teen shook his head, "No. Full vampires are nothing but evil. I know about your kind, get away from me."

The vampire shook his head, "I'm not going to hurt you. We're not all bad," he slowly held out his hand to him, "you're too weak to be on your own. Please, let me help you."

The teen looked at the hand that was offered to him. Every alarm was going off in his head. He couldn't trust full vampires, they brought him nothing but pain. He looked up to the eyes of the vampire. The crimson pools held a strong sense of compassion. His own violet eyes tried to find the evil in them but came up with nothing. Slowly, he reached out, placing his own hand in the others.

The vampire helped the fledgling stand, quickly catching him when he stumbled, "Easy there, young fledgling. You don't have a home to go to, do you?"

The fledgling shook his head, "I don't."

The vampire couldn't help but pity the poor thing, "You're welcome at my place. I understand that you're scared of adult vampires, but please, believe me. I'm not going to hurt you, young one."

The teen slowly nodded. He had no reason to mistrust this vampire and had no place to go, "Thank you."

The vampire shook his head, "Think nothing of it. Do you have enough energy to walk?"

The teen nodded, "I can manage."

The vampire nodded back, "Very well, but do not hesitate to ask for help." He smiled at the teen, "May I ask your name?"

"Yugi."

"Hello Yugi. You may call me Yami."