Prologue 1656, France

A blue-gloved hand ran gently over the soft, white skin. Soft, blue lips nibbled on his ear.

Gackt moaned and slipped his arm around the stranger’s very thin shoulders. Gackt smiled as the stranger mumbled something sweet into his ear. For such a small size, the stranger was very strong as he held him back against the tree.

He pushed Gackt back against a tree at the side of the forest path, now nibbling on Gackt’s lips.

"Wait." Gackt pushed the beautiful stranger back a little to look at his white face. "I don’t even know your name." He ran his hand through the blue curls framing the strangers face.

The stranger smiled, on the verge of laughter and leaned forward and whispered into Gackt’s ear. "It’s Mana."

Gackt moaned again as the stranger started to rapidly lick Gackt’s neck along the side, paying special attention to the now-throbbing vein.

Mana wrapped his arms around Gackt’s back and pulled him into a death grip against his smaller chest. Gackt let his head fall back against the tree and shuttered. He had never felt so wonderful with someone simply kissing his neck. Then Mana’s hand slipped down the front of Gackt’s pants and slipped inside. He jerked forward and groaned loudly.

Mana growled and moved away from his neck, Gackt whimpered with disappointment. "Have you ever wanted to live forever?" Mana’s voice was a husky whisper.

Gackt’s eyebrows drew together. "What?"

He screamed loud enough to wake the dead when Mana drew out fangs and sank them into the vein in Gackt’s neck. He tried to shove Mana away but he held him too tightly. He was trapped against the smaller man’s chest. Gackt felt weak, the air from his body left him in a "whoosh." He fell limp into Mana’s arm while he continued to suck the hot, flowing blood from Gackt’s body. The blood had been drawn out of Gackt feet as Mana sucked the blood with such great force that he couldn’t hold himself up on his feet.

Finally Mana drew away from the nearly unconscious Gackt and smiled at him. Using his fangs he tore a deep gash in his own wrist and held the wound over Gackt’s trembling lips. He tipped Gackt’s head back to led the blood slide down Gackt’s throat, then the gash had healed itself and there wasn’t even a scar as evidence.

"Ah, Gackt. You belong to me now."

Gackt blinked a few times, and then went limp as he lost consciousness.