Well, I know I haven't updated in a while, so sorry to everyone who might actually keep up with this. Allot has been going that has stopped the progression of this story, writer's block, depression and school namely being the main things. I'll probably update twice in a day though.... Hopefully. This chapter does contain a little bit of Yuri, just a little bit though I swear. I'm out there to show everyone that Yuri isn't just a guys tool for masturbation, the story will probably not contain any girl/girl scenes though. I just thought it would be interesting to add in a little bit of everything though.

Beautiful Crimson Chapter 5, part 1

Crows.... Crows Children.... Children Graves.... Graves All under a crimson sky. Never seen by anyone's eyes, No one's, but mine. They'll never see what I see. For what I see is only fragments. Fragments of broken dreams ~Cloud Goddess

Part 2 Purgatory's POV

Stepping down these flights of stairs, I began to wonder what this boy would be like. I took a new one every year, because the one's I previously owned were tiring. They appeared to be dull, lifeless beings that only existed for my pleasure alone. They were tired, old, and soon to be dead. I had never chosen one to become my mate, for all of them had the same idiotic, cliche, problem, none of them truly felt anything for me, just the fear and reverence that people normally feel for anyone more powerful than them. They feared me for I could break their necks, spill their blood, and make sure they were good and dead. They could never entertain me for an eternity. Plus, they bored me. The same horrible antics every night were terribly tiresome. An eternity is what I must live, and when I have found someone to bear me for an eternity, I will make them my mate. Hopefully, he shall be the one to satisfy my longing for someone. Hopefully, he shall keep me warm through these always-cold nights. As, I was walking I came across a mirror, fringed in gold and silver trimming, with a small sculpture of my beautiful Goddess at the head of it. This was the mirror of Crimson Regret, the only mirror in which vampires could see themselves. I stared at myself in curiosity. I had not seen myself in a while, but some how I had not forgotten what I looked like. My long, lengthy, midnight blue hair was almost perfectly brushed. I took a lot of pride in my hair. It was a reminder of my past. Of my era, which I had forsaken when I joined the Dark Coven. I did not ever regret my decision though. I had nothing left to live for anywise. I wiped the crimson tears from my blood red eyes, which I had shed earlier at that dream which had frightened me so. What was that dream about anyway, I wonder? Those children were truly frightening, atrocious creatures. Were they past victims of mine? Or maybe even fallen Gods? Or maybe it was a foreseeing of our gruesome future? But that could not be possible, I am not a Dreamseer of the Gods. I must not think of this now. I must not ruin my evening. I straightened my overcoat and hurried on ward to my chambers. I flung open the double doors upon reaching it. I flopped down on my bed headfirst; the silken, black sheets caressing me like fallen tears upon my cheek. I sighed in hunger and impatience, as I stared out the window. Ewell was late arriving, for the dark red moon was already out. This was another thing I pondered most often. The moon was naturally a silver color, but lighter than steel, as we had learned in school, but it had turned a red color over the course of the years. The scientific explanation was that a large deposit of iron had been discovered. When it appeared the moon had changed colors, due to the change in it's surface contents. I believe it was something different though, maybe one the God's had slayed another and their blood covered the moon, but since we were separated into different sects, because of our religion and were to stubborn to share information between Dreamseer's of the other religion I have no evidence to support my theory. Suddenly, the clouds surrounding the moon began to spit out a feathery substance known as snow. My mind was suddenly preoccupied with the notion of snowing, as it rarely ever snowed. "Ah, are you mourning tonight my Lady, mourning for your love whom is lost to you?" I said aloud, with a smile upon my lips. The legend went that Shinigami had lost her love to God long ago, during the Great War. Her love was another beautiful goddess, who's skin and complexion was said to be as pale as the clouds that she governed over. After her love had spoken her last words and breathed her last breath, Shinigami began to cry for the first time in her life. Her crying turned the seas red with regret and the sky rained nothing except blood. The crops were nomore and a great plague began, worse than anything anyone had ever seen was, even more so than the Black Plague. The world began to dwindle to a state of solitaire, nothing more than a festering disease to anyone who was still living. On the sixth year, after this great tragedy had began, on the anniversary of her death, the cloud goddess had finally awoken. As, she looked down upon her love she realized how lonely she was with out her. She gave her love a gift to make her realize something in which she had forgotten and also to cleanse the world of the horrendous plague, which had began, because of her love's loneliness. The clouds began to snow in great abundance. Shinigami looked up as something wet hit her cheek. The snow reminded her of her love that she had lost and that she was never really alone in the first place. She had always been right there beside her in memory. She stopped crying and the world began anew, as she flew up to join her companions in the war that they had begun. I had always loved that verse from my childhood.... It seemed strange though to think of it since, I was not supposed to be able to remember it. I believe that my Shinigami had blessed me to remember this though. I wonder why though. I arosefrom my bed and wandered over to the window. Where could Ewell be? Suddenly, below I saw a stretch limo pull up to the front of the building and an overly large man exiting it, carrying something that looked as if it was confined in a trash bag. I hurried down stairs realizing it was he, my prize awaiting me.

Part3 Shinji's POV *Author's note* Originally this was going to be a sperate chapter, but I decided to combine the two, since they kind of run together. Warning the lemon will be in part6 or the next chapter.

I began toward the door, worried about my future. I always use to wonder if my future was to be raped and forced upon me, but maybe with this I would have a bit more freedom. The future could be changed with a few words, it was amazing. I wonder if this man would let me visit my younger bother more often. I hope he would be nicer than Ewell. Maybe I could get some new clothes, as well. I was hoping to one-day escape from this enslavement though. It looks as if it won't happen anytime soon. Even if this man was to be crueler than my already hellish surroundings, I will prevail for the sake of Shinichi, my little brother. If I were to die though, I wonder if Shinichi will be awake by then. Maybe I could take him to the park like we used to. He always loved the park, almost as much as he loved to play Candyland. We would always play every evening, after I was done working for Ewell. He would wait up for me overnight and ask me if I would play him. I never declined his request to play. My little brother was a genius in fact. It always made me happy to see him win some big award. He was only five and I was paying a tutor to come teach him Advanced Calculus, Literature Studies on the Great Playwrights, and Chemistry, as well. Even if he was a genius he was still a little kid. He won overtime we played anything though. Tekken, Final Fantasy, Silent Hill, Clock Tower...When ever I had any problem with ether of these he could always figure it out for me. He was never snobbish about it though, he always said ' Try again next time big brother, I'm sure you'll get it!' Then something happened that would change everything. He began getting sick. Every trip to the hospital, turned out to be another failure, another bill to pay. My work/ trips to Ewell's house began to, become more frequent, and the scars began to pile up as the money did. One day it got really bad, as Shinichi began to throw up blood and fall in and out of consciousness. Than he just fell into a coma. They didn't know if he would ever come out of it and he did 3 days later. He was fine for a while more, but the throwing up and nerves attacks, became more frequent, as he fell into 18 more comas, and then the one he was in right now. The doctors said it would only be temporarily like the last ones, but he still hasn't come out of it. They told me that a coma was like a dream..I hope that the dream that Shinichi was having was a candy filled one. Maybe even Candyland. I just hope he was happy, and having a good dream. When he wakes up though I want the first thing for him to see is a successful me. A steady job and maybe even married. nah. maybe not I blushing. Oh,well, Ewell probably waiting on me, so I better hurry. I gathered all my belongings checking over them once again making sure everything was there. A picture of my little brother and I in front of our old apartment, some old clothes, a box of condoms, some chains, a blindfold, an old necklace, a old Candyland game, and the Playstation 3 and it's contents. Not much, but it was a reminder of my other life, the better one. I hope that this man would let me keep it. I began walking to the door, but something suddenly hit me aghast. I was overcome with this feeling to go to sleep. "Can't get up," I said falling to the floor, collapsing without breath to get up. My eyelids began to fall as I groaned something aloud that even I couldn't make out. Then the sleep hit me.

"And thus it begins"

Part 4 Shunji's POV

"Where..am I..?" I groaned aloud, trying to get up. I looked around at my surroundings and my how they had changed. Instead of the little rat infested room that I had been in back at the brothel, I was now in what appeared to be a huge cathedral. It contained a couple dozen pews and large, glaring stained glass windows, which depicted God in numerous states of conduct. This was different than any cathedral I had ever been in. In fact this one looked , so to speak. I looked closer at the pictures in the stained glass and found that the pictures contained some images that were pretty suggestive. God seemed as if he was doing some nasty things. At least it wasn't my God doing these things in the a group of men, killing what looked , maybe even devouring them.I couldn't tell the image was to old and kind of that was possible for glass. I took another look around to find that some of the pews had been smashed and blood had been splattered upon them. Wait a minute was that a cross, at the alter? Crosses had been banded by law of state, a long time ago after the war had ended. I wonder why there is one still here? This all is making my head hurt.. I thought, until my pondering was interrupted, by the opening of the double doors of the cathedral. Suddenly, a cloaked figure stormed inside, a trail of blood following it. "Hey, are you ok?" I yelled to the figure, which was now walking right by me. I noticed that it was carrying a figure in its arms. The figure was a young girl, probably barely turned eighteen, with long blond hair and a pale, yet bloody face and a blue denim outfit on. The cloaked figure stepped up to the altar and it was then that I noticed the blood was barely coming from the cloaked figure and more from the girl in it's arms. The cloaked one fell before the cross and began to whisper something into the other's ear.

"You will be all right, Kumo, I promise my love, you will be okay. Just hold on please, don't leave me alone again." The figures cloak fell off as it bent down to kiss the girl. The figure was also a girl, but womanlier looking than the other looks. She had long, curly brown hair that fell into her face. I did notice the color of her eyes was crimson though. "I'm so sorry. My eyes are clouding over. Yume is telling me that I have to leave you for now, he is telling me there is something important that I must help with. Please do not be sad. I feel it though I am dying, but I shall be reborn. I love you and good-...Bye" The other girl had stopped moving..was she really dead? Her lover held her up before the cross and began to shout. "Give her back! Give her back goddamn you, give her back!!!" She began to cry, uncontrollable tears. I truly felt sorry for her. She began to stand. She began to say, "I declare a war against." But I didn't hear the rest for I was beginning to awake.

Part5 Purgatory's POV I ran down the stairs almost giddy to see what this guy would look like. That and I was eagerly awaiting dinner. I met Ewell down at the bottom of the stairs and saw what he was holding. I was correct on it being a trash bag. I guess they had to confine him in it for some reason. All that really mattered though is if he was all right and uninjured. Ewell began to speak to me. "I have what you want, now where is the money you promised me?" I produced a sack of money, more like rare gold coins and other rare forms of cash, including Spanish doubloons and Aztec coins. I handed it to him as he handed me the trash bag. I poked it in curiosity and it wiggled. "Now I shall be heading back. If you have any problems with this one, then please do not hesitate to call. He also needs to go visit the hospital every once in a while to see his younger brother." Ewell headed out the door. After I was sure that he had drove away, I opened the trash bag. I couldn't believe my eyes! It was a beautiful young man with long black hair and red tips. He was sleeping peacefully, his breathing evenly so I knew that he was not injured. He was wearing an almost completely fishnet outfit, that barely left anything to the imagination. I had a good feeling about this he will be the one to love me. And he has a little one in his interesting. I must ask him about his brother. I felt him stir around in my arms, moaning in his sleep. I wonder how long it would be until he awakened and realized I better hurry and get him to my chambers before he did awake. I was nervous, he might freak out if he wakes up in a completely different environment than the one he fell asleep in. I would if I were in that situation. What if he didn't even know who he was or where he came from? Maybe Ewell just picked him up off the streets or kidnapped him, then hit him in the head to make him forget who he was? I need to make a note to myself..stop thinking so damn much, the accusations that I'm making are ridiculous! I definitely must quit seeing those idiotic new movies. I reached my personal quarters in a short amount of time or so it seemed. I laid him down upon my bed and he began to roll around on it profusely. I wonder what kind of dream he was having? Whatever the matter I must wake him up! Maybe if I kiss him or something that would work. I bent down over his wriggling body and delicately placed a kiss upon his lips. His eyes began to twitch and squint. I'm not that bad of a kisser am I? His eyes opened a second later. He was beginning to awake.

Part 6 Shunji's POV

I felt something against my nice not so, ruff as it was sweet and possibly filled with concern. I wonder who it could be. I need to open my eyes, but they were so laden with sleep that it felt as if they would not open even if somebody tried to pry them open with a crowbar. I opened them stiffly to find a blurry object above me, since my eyes haven't focused yet. "Are you all right?" the voice above me said. Who was that? It wasn't Ewell. It didn't sound like anyone I knew. Maybe Ewell had dumped me out at that man's place already and I didn't know it. "Who are you?" I questioned. "I am Purgatory. And you are?" the man said in a calming tone. "Shunji," I said. My eyes came into focus at last. Above me was a man. A very beautiful creature with long midnight blue hair and crimson eyes. He wore a look of genuine concern on his face, as he peered down at me. "Are you going to be alright?" he said. "I think so," I replied. Was this the man I was to work for? If so, then maybe it really wouldn't be that bad. He seemed kind of nice, not at all like Ewell. I looked up at him in wonder and spoke after a minute of just staring at his regal beauty. "Excuse me Sir, but do you happen to be my new employer?" "You must be him. I do say you look a bit skinner than the others, but I think you might be the one," he said, sounding a bit lonely. I was confused now. I felt like I was to do something other than just provide sex, this time. I wonder what he meant? He approached me, climbing on to the bed, like a tiger stalking it's prey. His long limbs were well clothed. Silk pants and a long cloak enshrouded him in an even more mysterious way than what things already seemed. "What do you mean?" I questioned. "The one to love me," He answered.

Well, that's the end of this chapter kiddies! I hope you enjoyed it for it has been the longest chapter and is dedicated to Mage of Mind who has been waiting a long while with her cat in the floor for this. And is also dedicated to Kuro_kumo_yume, for her songs are always inspiring me to write something. She's always stuck by me like a true bestfreind! Well, I hope you like lemon in this next one, because if not you'll probably wanna stop reading. Please, review!!!!!!