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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Warning: One scene will be found to be disturbing to many including myself, I really wanted my darkness to flow in this fan fiction. If you don't want to be upset or read my personal darkness then avoid.
Summary: Malik is a victim a helpless individual who seeks death after a certain event, Bakura is a vampire who hears the hikari's plea.
My heart bleeds for you
A full moon hung lazily in the night sky. Stars peeked out through the darkened sky. Night. A time of terror and fears of the unknown lurk in shadows. One such creature of the unknown crouched on a building roof, direct from myths and legends surviving many centuries. His white hair hung wildly about his shoulders, brown eyes with a hint of ruby watched the ground below. He listened to the night she sang to those who could hear her, a song filled with sorrow and hope at the same time. All those hopeless people below him were nothing but mainly empty shells, their crushed they seemed to collapse upon themselves. Bakura smirked his fangs glinting in the moonlight; he fed off their life force that red liquid that bubbled below their skin. The building he sat on was a Club and one person inside he waited for, a young person whose dreams and hopes were still fresh still uncrushed.
Inside the club the music deafened the club goers just as it should, changing the rhythm of everyone's heart to the beat of the song. A young boy looking about sixteen danced in the centre of a large group, his platinum blonde hair swayed as he moved. Lilac eyes closed his movements almost fluid and feminine like, he didn't move to the beat of the tune he could feel the rhythm of their beating pulses. It was the rhythm of life he danced to. Malik Ishtar loved to go clubbing and he was grabbing attention from both sexes. At the bar Malik drank some water feeling elated, he took his leave to head home.
Bakura licked his thin lips as he saw Malik leave the club; this was the one so different from the others so alive. His eyes narrowed his prey was being followed and he didn't know, snarling he ran over the rooftops tracking the group. Malik turned in to a dark alley unaware of his stalkers; he paused in mid-step as he heard a chuckle from behind him.
"Well look what we have here"; one of the six broke from the pack cracking his knuckles. "A little girlie boy who thought he could get away".
Malik checked behind him three of them behind three in front, "Back off dick head I can fight".
Another just laughed, "Sure you can there's six of us and one of you. Faggot"!
They began to close in on him drawing ever closer. He bit his lip waiting for a chance to attack, one of the men lunged and Malik ducked bringing his fist up under his chin as he stood back up. One tried to trip so he back flipped when back on his feet Malik lashed out with his foot catching them in the mid-drift. They would have lost if they hadn't of smacked him in the head with a metal pole. Out cold. Bakura sat above them watching curious as to what would happen next. Malik awoke still in the alley but restrained by five men, he tried to break free but they held him tightly preventing escape.
"Relax and enjoy what's about to happen, trust me your going to love it", the leader of the group chuckled in his ear.
"GET OFF ME"! Malik screamed his lilac eyes widening in fear as the others held him; one undoing Malik's pants pulling them down. They re- positioned him so he was basically on all fours, his bronze arse facing the leader.
Chuckling the group leader undid his own pants and brushed his hardened self against Malik, "See I'm already fucking hard. I'm going to give you what you've been asking for".
"Go on boss do the cock sucker good", they all crowed. "Let us have him when you're finished".
Brutally he shoved himself in to Malik savaging him with such a force; it was unbearable Malik cried in pain at his defilement. The leader kept thrusting ignoring the fact he was hurting him, the only thing on his mind was to come inside the pretty boy. A final grunt his hot seed flows in to Malik, he re-dresses and orders his fellows to have fun with their new fuck toy. Once they had finished they left him in the dirt his pants around his ankles, curled up feeling sick and pitiful. Malik lay there defiled, unclean. His very soul torn to shreds his heart grows cold and empty; all he can see is himself falling in to a blackness that consumes all.
Vampire Bakura saw it all. He growled as he followed the rapists hoping to wreck vengeance for what they did to his prey. The men were laughing about their sport as if what they had done was something great and should be placed in to history books, instead of noting that their act was filled with sickness and utterly disgusting.
"Well what do I have here"? Announced Bakura as he swiftly appeared in front of them. He had jumped down from the rooftops.
The leader broke away and sneered at Bakura, "Piss off freak".
Bakura stood there with folded arms his head bowed slightly, smirking his lip curling up to show a fang, "Let me show you what a freak can do". He slashed a sharp nail across the man's neck, stepping to the side as blood pumped forth covering the ground in red. The others backed off trying to escape from Bakura; he wouldn't let them go anywhere he tore in to their soft flesh letting their blood spill. "There blood would taste foul its better on the ground".
In the alleyway Malik had curled up with his pants still around his ankles, he lay there in a puddle of mud and water unwilling to get back up. Crushed was an understatement he was devastated at what happened to him. Slowly and painfully Malik stood up pulling his pants up and doing them up, he stumbled from the shadows feeling sick and he swore he fell in to a deep darkness he never climb out of. He didn't know how exactly he got home and stumbled up the stairs, his eyes unseeing of where he was going. Malik pushed open the door to the bathroom picked up a razor in one swift action falling in to the bathtub, laying there for a second to focus on what he was about to do. Razor in hand he slashed it across both his wrists slowly letting his own life force drain out of him, blood flowed down the arm he hung out of the tub his grip on the bladed object faltered and it fell to the floor.
Bakura felt a cry it called to him to end its misery, it pained him deep in his heart as he listened to it call for death. He followed the call sensing it get louder as he neared it. Bakura stopped outside Malik's house he sat upon the roof and listened, the call came from him. His prey wanted to die and it was no surprise that he did after what he had endured, Bakura floated now outside the bathroom window blasting the glass making it shatter and gently floated in. He knelt by the bathtub containing the teenage boy; he placed an arm behind his head and drew him up slightly. Bakura saw the rips in Malik's wrists time was running out as he knelt in a pool of blood, he had to hurry if the boy was too live and become like himself a creature of the night.
"Malik wake up and listen to me", Bakura whispered in his ear and the boy stirred looking weakly at the vampire. "I can give you release from your pain, but you must agree to join me".
The Egyptian murmured a yes before his flopped to his chest. That's all Bakura needed he opened his mouth and sank his fangs deep in to the soft flesh of the boy's neck, he drank what was left of the blood in his body. As the heart of Malik beat slower almost to a stop the vampire slit his own wrist and dripped some blood in to Malik's mouth. In an instant the youth was at the wrist sucking blood down in to his throat, Bakura gently pushed him off and smirked as fangs grew in the other's mouth. "Now you are the same as me, come and I will teach you the ways of the night. She sings so sweetly for those who can hear".
To be continued....... So sue me
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Warning: One scene will be found to be disturbing to many including myself, I really wanted my darkness to flow in this fan fiction. If you don't want to be upset or read my personal darkness then avoid.
Summary: Malik is a victim a helpless individual who seeks death after a certain event, Bakura is a vampire who hears the hikari's plea.
My heart bleeds for you
A full moon hung lazily in the night sky. Stars peeked out through the darkened sky. Night. A time of terror and fears of the unknown lurk in shadows. One such creature of the unknown crouched on a building roof, direct from myths and legends surviving many centuries. His white hair hung wildly about his shoulders, brown eyes with a hint of ruby watched the ground below. He listened to the night she sang to those who could hear her, a song filled with sorrow and hope at the same time. All those hopeless people below him were nothing but mainly empty shells, their crushed they seemed to collapse upon themselves. Bakura smirked his fangs glinting in the moonlight; he fed off their life force that red liquid that bubbled below their skin. The building he sat on was a Club and one person inside he waited for, a young person whose dreams and hopes were still fresh still uncrushed.
Inside the club the music deafened the club goers just as it should, changing the rhythm of everyone's heart to the beat of the song. A young boy looking about sixteen danced in the centre of a large group, his platinum blonde hair swayed as he moved. Lilac eyes closed his movements almost fluid and feminine like, he didn't move to the beat of the tune he could feel the rhythm of their beating pulses. It was the rhythm of life he danced to. Malik Ishtar loved to go clubbing and he was grabbing attention from both sexes. At the bar Malik drank some water feeling elated, he took his leave to head home.
Bakura licked his thin lips as he saw Malik leave the club; this was the one so different from the others so alive. His eyes narrowed his prey was being followed and he didn't know, snarling he ran over the rooftops tracking the group. Malik turned in to a dark alley unaware of his stalkers; he paused in mid-step as he heard a chuckle from behind him.
"Well look what we have here"; one of the six broke from the pack cracking his knuckles. "A little girlie boy who thought he could get away".
Malik checked behind him three of them behind three in front, "Back off dick head I can fight".
Another just laughed, "Sure you can there's six of us and one of you. Faggot"!
They began to close in on him drawing ever closer. He bit his lip waiting for a chance to attack, one of the men lunged and Malik ducked bringing his fist up under his chin as he stood back up. One tried to trip so he back flipped when back on his feet Malik lashed out with his foot catching them in the mid-drift. They would have lost if they hadn't of smacked him in the head with a metal pole. Out cold. Bakura sat above them watching curious as to what would happen next. Malik awoke still in the alley but restrained by five men, he tried to break free but they held him tightly preventing escape.
"Relax and enjoy what's about to happen, trust me your going to love it", the leader of the group chuckled in his ear.
"GET OFF ME"! Malik screamed his lilac eyes widening in fear as the others held him; one undoing Malik's pants pulling them down. They re- positioned him so he was basically on all fours, his bronze arse facing the leader.
Chuckling the group leader undid his own pants and brushed his hardened self against Malik, "See I'm already fucking hard. I'm going to give you what you've been asking for".
"Go on boss do the cock sucker good", they all crowed. "Let us have him when you're finished".
Brutally he shoved himself in to Malik savaging him with such a force; it was unbearable Malik cried in pain at his defilement. The leader kept thrusting ignoring the fact he was hurting him, the only thing on his mind was to come inside the pretty boy. A final grunt his hot seed flows in to Malik, he re-dresses and orders his fellows to have fun with their new fuck toy. Once they had finished they left him in the dirt his pants around his ankles, curled up feeling sick and pitiful. Malik lay there defiled, unclean. His very soul torn to shreds his heart grows cold and empty; all he can see is himself falling in to a blackness that consumes all.
Vampire Bakura saw it all. He growled as he followed the rapists hoping to wreck vengeance for what they did to his prey. The men were laughing about their sport as if what they had done was something great and should be placed in to history books, instead of noting that their act was filled with sickness and utterly disgusting.
"Well what do I have here"? Announced Bakura as he swiftly appeared in front of them. He had jumped down from the rooftops.
The leader broke away and sneered at Bakura, "Piss off freak".
Bakura stood there with folded arms his head bowed slightly, smirking his lip curling up to show a fang, "Let me show you what a freak can do". He slashed a sharp nail across the man's neck, stepping to the side as blood pumped forth covering the ground in red. The others backed off trying to escape from Bakura; he wouldn't let them go anywhere he tore in to their soft flesh letting their blood spill. "There blood would taste foul its better on the ground".
In the alleyway Malik had curled up with his pants still around his ankles, he lay there in a puddle of mud and water unwilling to get back up. Crushed was an understatement he was devastated at what happened to him. Slowly and painfully Malik stood up pulling his pants up and doing them up, he stumbled from the shadows feeling sick and he swore he fell in to a deep darkness he never climb out of. He didn't know how exactly he got home and stumbled up the stairs, his eyes unseeing of where he was going. Malik pushed open the door to the bathroom picked up a razor in one swift action falling in to the bathtub, laying there for a second to focus on what he was about to do. Razor in hand he slashed it across both his wrists slowly letting his own life force drain out of him, blood flowed down the arm he hung out of the tub his grip on the bladed object faltered and it fell to the floor.
Bakura felt a cry it called to him to end its misery, it pained him deep in his heart as he listened to it call for death. He followed the call sensing it get louder as he neared it. Bakura stopped outside Malik's house he sat upon the roof and listened, the call came from him. His prey wanted to die and it was no surprise that he did after what he had endured, Bakura floated now outside the bathroom window blasting the glass making it shatter and gently floated in. He knelt by the bathtub containing the teenage boy; he placed an arm behind his head and drew him up slightly. Bakura saw the rips in Malik's wrists time was running out as he knelt in a pool of blood, he had to hurry if the boy was too live and become like himself a creature of the night.
"Malik wake up and listen to me", Bakura whispered in his ear and the boy stirred looking weakly at the vampire. "I can give you release from your pain, but you must agree to join me".
The Egyptian murmured a yes before his flopped to his chest. That's all Bakura needed he opened his mouth and sank his fangs deep in to the soft flesh of the boy's neck, he drank what was left of the blood in his body. As the heart of Malik beat slower almost to a stop the vampire slit his own wrist and dripped some blood in to Malik's mouth. In an instant the youth was at the wrist sucking blood down in to his throat, Bakura gently pushed him off and smirked as fangs grew in the other's mouth. "Now you are the same as me, come and I will teach you the ways of the night. She sings so sweetly for those who can hear".
To be continued....... So sue me