Hello to you all! Again I'm back. This time for a while. I had one of the worst kind of writers block. So bad even Jack had left me for a while, but he and me are back. This one is already is going along fast. Hope you all will enjoy it. I have another one that I have written awhile back but I have to clean it up some with out taking away the tale. But anyway. Erik was always in a way like a vampire. I don't have to point out the likeness all Phans should know.

Jack: and when are you going to get around to me?

Soon enough. How was your trip?

Jack: A bit dead.

Why do I bother?

Jack: Yes, why do you?

Warning there are future gory scenes and also sensual scenes. Don't worry I'll warn you.

Chapter 1: The graveyard

Pale yellow eyes opened at the smell of blood and the sound of a scream. They drooped down to the scene below them.

Two men were dueling with long sliver swords. There was a blonde young man, in the prime of his life. There was a spreading stain of blood on his left arm, hence the source of the smell. He was trying to overpower a tall older man that was wearing black. A girl that looked no younger then sixteen watched them.

The man in the black kept pushing the blonde man back, he was also wearing a heavy black velvet cape that he snapped at the younger man to distract him. It worked for a second, but then the blonde haired man ran at him. The taller man moved so that the white mask that covered half of his handsome face flashed in the dull light.

The eyes widened at the sight. Interest peaked as the duel went on.

The blonde man seemed to be a fine swordsman and fought on, parrying the taller man's blows and gradually forcing the man back. As he pushed the taller man back he fell against the side of the stone mausoleum. The blonde man was close to running the man though with his sword. The eyes of the fallen man burned with hatred.

The eyes watched with morbid curiosity, as time seemed to stop. Just as the winner started to push the sword on though, there was a cry.

"No! Rauol…no…not like this."

The blonde man paused. Sheathing his sword, the man guided the girl back to a white horse. He mounted and swept her up into the saddle beside him. The eyes watched as they rode away. The eyes then turned to the fallen man.

He had gotten up and was staring hatefully at the fading couple. Breathing heavily he sneered.

"Now…let it be war upon you both!"

The snarl echoed though the old graveyard. Flipping his cape, the masked man disappeared.

The eyes blinked in surprise. Never had they seen a human move so fast. Interest truly peaked, a small elegant black and silver bat spread its wings and let go of the old dead tree it was hanging onto and flew in the direction of the blonde man and the brown haired girl.