This was inspired by All Hallow's Eve by Goddess of the Black Moon, but I have made a few adjustments (yes) but if I'm violating any copyright laws or if anybody gets upset just let me know.
Disclaimer I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Dracula. Those belong to Kazuki Takahashi and Bram Stoker (best authors ever, along with J.K. Rowling and others)
You would think most parents were glad that their kids stayed home and didn't live a social life. Ha, think again, my parents were always pestering me to go out with friends.
Here's the thing, I HATE crowds, I don't like loud noises and I am claustrophobic. I've never had many friends, I'm not shy, I just have an attitude and glare that says "don't mess with me" and to think people used to admire my antisocialness and mysteriousness, in my psychology class my teacher always used me as an example of antisocial problems and such.
I don't think of it as a problem, just a preference. But anyway that is all behind me, and I look to the future (which doesn't look too promising)
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It was a regular night just like any night. I was sitting at home reading a book I had checked out of the library, when out of the blue my older sister yanked the book out of my hand.
"Give that back," I growled annoyed, I was in a good part, and I had waited weeks for the book to come in the library and on the waiting list.
"I'm going to take you out tonight, we're going to a party," my sister announced, I rolled my eyes,
"Over my dead body, now give my book back."
"I'll give it to you if you go to the party with me," she compromised, I shrugged,
"Whatever," I said reaching for my book but she held it out of my reach.
"And if you let me choose your outfit and do your makeup,"
"Fine," I was in no mood to argue, my sister was a perky and bright teenager. She saw the glass as half full, I saw it half empty, she had inherited my mothers beautiful red hair and clear blue eyes. I had inherited my dad's brown hair and hazel eyes. I also had a few freckles about; I looked comforting except my eyes had a definite coldness to them.
Five minutes later I was in my sister's swiveling chair as she did my hair and makeup first. I didn't squirm too much as she did my hair, she had pulled into a high pony tail letting my layered bangs frame around my thin face. Next she applied some black eyeliner on me, mascara, and wanting to put some more color in my pale face. She deemed me worthy and let me see myself, I gasped, I did look kind of pretty, maybe I should wear eyeliner from now on. She showed me my outfit; I was reluctant to wear it,
She had chosen a low black v-neck shirt; it even went off the shoulder a bit. She let me borrow her shoes (converse) and I got to choose my own jeans, as I had refused to wear her bright skinny jeans and skirts. After I had put on my comfortable black jeans she reckoned I looked great and we headed out to the party.
It was loud and chaotic in there, and they were playing crappy music. I was glad I had brought my book and mp3 player. My sister told me to have fun and went off with her boyfriend and other friends, I quickly found a comfortable spot in the crowded house and curled up in a chair and began to read.
"Well now a pretty girl like you shouldn't be alone reading at a party," a cold voice said. I looked up into the eyes of a crimson eyed white haired boy. He was tall and extremely good looking. I had never seen him before anywhere, I may be oblivious and whatnot but I would've known if someone like that went to my school. I smirked to cover my embarrassment of goggling at him,
"I'm not fond of places like this," I told him, even though I was speaking quietly it seemed as if he heard me. For he nodded and sat down next to me, I scooted away a little. While the guy was really good looking, I didn't trust him, then again I didn't trust many people.
"So what's your name?" he had asked me, I hesitated then replied,
"Alice,"
"Nice name," he told me, flashing me a dazzling smile and showing off his perfect white teeth,
"How about you?" I asked him,
"You can call me, Bakura," he answered.
"Unusual name," I had murmured, he just chuckled,
"What's your story about?" he asked,
"It's the final Harry Potter book,"
"Hm, do you believe in it?"
"What? Magic and witches and wizards?" he nodded at my disbelief, I thought for a moment, "No, not really, I believe in some form of magic I guess, but…I only wish this stuff was real." I replied sadly, Harry Potter was a magical world for me, it made me forget about my boring and lonely life, I felt happier with the books. Suddenly he grabbed my hand,
"Let's get a drink," he suggested, I wasn't able to fight, he dragged me to the kitchen and offered me a coke. I took it and sipped slowly. I wasn't much of a sugar fanatic, I liked salty and fruity things.
"So Alice, what do you like to do?" he asked me as we walked about the house,
"Read," I answered simply,
"About?" he pressed
"Anything and everything."
"Well, do you read about vampires?" Bakura inquired as we sat down on a couch. I looked around not sure how I got there or anything,
"Yeah, I read about vampires," I replied quietly,
"What's your favorite story of vampires?"
"Dracula, I don't like the Twilight saga or any other vampire romance novel, so the first vampire novel is my favorite." It was the truth, I despised many vampire novels. Although the vampire fanfics were interesting.
"Hm, good story, would you believe me if I was descended from Dracula, in some way?" Bakura asked his grin turning mischievious.
"Who Prince Vlad III?" I had asked, I wasn't sure of his intentions, did Vlad ever have kids? I was pretty sure he did, but they all died didn't they? I wish I could remember, I still had the notes from that class.
"No, Dracula."
"Dracula is fictional," I protested, Bakura smiled widely, it wasn't a kind smile and frankly that smile creeped me out, so I did what any sane girl would. I stood up and headed for the door, hell I would walk home if I had to, Bakura was weird and the party was lame. On top of that I was starting to get a headache from the loud crappy music. However I was stopped by Bakura,
"So you're saying you don't believe in vampires," he stated,
"I know the difference between reality and fantasy." I retorted angrily. He chuckled then closed his eyes and turned from me, when he turned back his cuspid's had grown into what looked like fangs, I stepped back.
"Holy crow!" I shrieked, yes I shrieked, hey when a guy turns to you and his teeth have grown into fangs you would probably freak out too. He laughed and then his teeth seemed to have shrunk back to normal size, I was still freaking out, my heart was pounding and I was terrified. I tried to not show it.
"Well uh nice trick, but I uh, I have to go so if you'll excuse me," I mumbled and made my way, however his fingers curled around my wrist and he yanked me back. I turned about ready to give him a piece of my mind. I stopped in my tracks, he licked his lips, and his eyes his red eyes seemed to glow, and here I thought they were just contacts.
"You aren't going anywhere without me Alice." He said dangerously, I was still too shocked to notice that he pushed me back on the couch; I stumbled and fell laying there. He sat down next to me as I struggled up, wishing I was wearing a normal shirt, my sister's boobs were considerably larger than mine and her shirt was a little too big for me. He stroked my collarbone with his index finger,
"Black brings out your pale complexion, I like that." He murmured, I dared looked into his eyes and regretted it. He was looking at me as if I was a juicy steak.
"I'm not that pale, I had a summer job working outside." I mumbled, I was in a daze.
"Hm, but you're paler than anybody here,"
"Well they spent their time at the pool, or camp,"
"I like paleness."
"Ok, you've just passed above average on my creepy scale." I was trying to inch away from him and he kept coming closer. He leaned in and I held my book above my face.
"Nice try Alice," his voice hummed, gently Bakura began stroking my bare shoulder and neck. His hand was so pale, he was pale. Almost translucent, his clothes making him looking like a solid ghost. I looked up into his eyes again, Bakura looked relaxed and in control. He was in control, it seemed as if my mind had numbed at his strokes. He gently took the book out of my fingers and set it down. Again he leaned in towards me, I leaned back but the armrest of the couch stopped me. He was almost on top of me. I sucked in a deep breath, just as his lips approached mine I turned away and they landed on my cheek.
His lips didn't stop there, instead they traveled from my cheek to my jaw, to my throat, and then to my collarbone. I shivered, whether from pleasure or fear I couldn't decide. Let's just say it was from fear.
His hand cupped around my right cheek and he tilted my face towards his. Again I struggled,
"Stop struggling girl." He growled, that growl sounded too animal like. I flinched but didn't stop. I guess he got really tired and annoyed by it so he grabbed my wrists and pinned them down and forced his body on top of mine. His lips pressed hard against mine and this time I stopped struggling, I had never been kissed and I now knew why everybody wanted to be kissed so much. It was a natural human feeling, kissing felt nice, even I couldn't deny that Bakura was a great kisser. His lips moved against mine, they felt hard and cold, but soft in some way, I regretted I hadn't put any chapstick on; my lips were a little chapped from the November cold. He forced my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me upright. I needed air so I tried pulling away. He relented, I was breathing hard, he however wasn't breathing or panting as I thought he would. Bakura stared at me, his red eyes still flashing.
"Is that all?" I asked, trying to sound angry or annoyed, he smirked.
"I would have thought you liked it." He said, I took my arms away from his neck, he frowned at that.
"Keh, if you're a real vampire you would have bitten me," I said, it was mainly how vampires did that, first kiss and then they bite their victim. I had always wondered why they kissed them before biting them. To catch them by surprise?
"I'm saving that, for now." He said quietly as he leaned into me again.
"Bakura, stop, please" I pleaded.
"You can't over power me," he whispered softly in my ear.
"I can try," I hissed back, his lips curved into an amused smirk,
"Just you try," he challenged. I didn't, his lips brushed against my collar bone and he growled softly as they reached my throat.
"Such a pretty throat, soft and luscious, I'm almost regretting that it has to be ruined."
I didn't really like how he described my throat; it was kind of creepy, scratch that it WAS creepy.
"Then don't," I pleaded. I felt his mouth turn into a smile.
"Ill try not to," he promised,
"No-wait!" I cried as I felt his teeth brush against my skin.
"Alright, I do like to toy with my victims, I don't know why I'm in such a hurry, after all I have eternity on my side." But he sounded like he was talking to himself. Crap, what had I gotten myself into? Again his lips traveled downward, and before I knew it he had laid his head on my chest.
"Heartbeat, the nice thing about mortals." He breathed. I was breathing fast and his head rose with the rhythm of my breathing. His fingers were running in circles on my shoulders, it felt good, but at the same time not. His head jerked up.
"I hear your sister," he muttered and pulled himself into an upright position, but his eyes never left me. "When she comes in, pretend that we are having a discussion, do not tell her anything, if you try to leave or tell her, I will kill her and keep you. You wouldn't want to put your sister in danger do you?" he asked tauntingly, damn this guy was good.
The door opened and I put on a bright smile,
"Anyway so they're on a quest for horcruxes but the deathly hallows…oh hey Victoria," I greeted enthusiastically. My smile pained me. Bakura looked from me to my sister and he smiled at her politely.
"Oh Alice, who's this?" Victoria asked me, a teasing smile on her features.
"This is Bakura," I told her gesturing to him. "He likes Harry Potter as well."
"See I told you going to a party once in a while wouldn't kill you," she said smugly. I laughed ironically,
"Anyway I'm about ready to leave and I'm going to drop some people off at home, are you ready to go?" she asked. I bit my bottom lip, if Bakura hadn't threatened me I would have said yes however…
"Um, Bakura wanted to show me something, and he said he could take me home instead." I said, out of the corner of my eye I saw Bakura grin, Victoria also grinned,
"No problem I'll tell mom and dad you're with friends, and to think I got you a boyfriend." She said happily, I smiled and nodded. Good if Bakura killed me then my parent's could track him down, since I gave away his name. Finally watching CSI and kidnapping stories had come in handy. I said good bye to my sister not knowing when I would see her again. When she was gone Bakura was silent for a moment, then he grinned.
"Come on, I DO want to show you something after all. Besides this party is pretty dull and the cops will be here soon." He pulled me with him and we left the house,
"Do you have a car?" I asked,
"Nope, I walk." I didn't ask anymore questions and I still felt irritated, what was going to happen in the last book?! Odd I know, I was worried about never finishing the book rather than my life. Nerd, me? Nah. Finally we stopped at a park.
"This is a good place as any," he said smirking slightly, I backed away from him, I was ready to run. He looked up to the moon,
"It's so beautiful, especially when it's full." He breathed. I took a few steps back, he didn't notice or if he did he gave no sign that he did,
"I like it when it's high in the sky shining brightly at us; however it looks just as nice when it's beginning to rise, when it's all red and stuff. I love red." He looked at me his eyes looking glazed and sadistic.
That did it, I ran. I turned around and ran for it, and hoped my previous track records would help, but damn he was fast. He was in front of me in an instant, I halted and turned around and headed towards the other direction.
"You can't outrun me Alice," his voice rang out, that didn't stop me. I ran into the forest near the park, I didn't get too far. Again he appeared right in front of me, however I didn't have time to react and I collided hard into his chest. I would have fallen back but he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me in close.
"N-" I started to protest but his lips crashed onto mine silencing me. The only sounds were my muffled protests; he grabbed a fistful of the back of my borrowed shirt. I felt like I was being pushed into something hard and solid and realized it was a tree. His mouth latched onto my neck and I squeaked a bit.
"Bakura," I mumbled, while struggling out of his grasp, his grip was too firm and he had me pinned to the tree.
"Don't resist me girl," he snarled. "Look at me," he commanded, I turned my head away and closed my eyes. He gripped my chin and forced my head towards him. "Look into my eyes," he whispered his voice chilled me; I relented and looked into his ruby eyes. At once I felt my self control begin to loosen; it felt like I was going through a trance, his eyes were hypnotizing, I could see pain and hunger in his eyes. He tilted my head away from him, and his mouth latched onto my neck.
"Mm, mouthwatering," he moaned. I tensed.
"Don't" one last plead
"This won't hurt." He promised, and then his fangs sank into my soft flesh.
Whoo my first Yami Bakura fic, and vampire one.
Let me know what you think.