Regret

Author- Depraved Doll

Rating- M ish

Summary- Yami is the target of a dangerous crazed Vampire thief that keeps his motives close to his chest, Seto is a hunter tracking the thief, but what are they hiding? YYxSK Prideshipping

A/N- YAY new fic and it's Prideshipping, the chapters may be short because I'm having to write them on my mums laptop upload them and delete them in the space of a few hours as my computers broken (sigh) it's a hard life for me, he he, well I hope it's ok and you enjoy and let me known what you think… sankyuu…

Prologue- Saviour

Sometimes when he closed his eyes he could see someone that was so familiar to him but that he had never seen before and for the last few months he had constantly felt eyes on him watching him, felt that he was being followed everywhere he went, felt as though he was loosing his mind and though he was trying to convince himself that it was nothing more than paranoia he knew that it was so much more. He could feel it in the very depths of his being, someone, something, was following him home every night, but in the darkness of the autumn evenings he was unaware of how close to him the being actually was, so he walked a little faster.

This particular night it seemed somewhat closer than usual so much so that every once in a while he felt breath on the back of his neck and prayed to a God he didn't believe in that it was nothing more than a warm breeze. He was so desperate to get home that little bit faster that he decided to take a shortcut down a nearby alley way, all but running as he went. A hand reached out for him, grabbing hold of his small wrist and clenching it tightly in a bone shattering grip. He winced pulling against the grip and trying to flee from a strength that was several times greater than that of his own.

It began to feel as though if he pulled too hard against the force of the other then his hand would be torn clean off from his petite wrist. A hand snaked around him before he had a chance to do anything else. The skin of his attacker gently swept across his neck and jaw, sharp, slightly elongated nails began to dig into the soft flesh of his face and throat keeping him firmly against the other, unwilling to move in case he were to cut his throat or snap his neck.

The other began to speak to him, muttering something in what was little more than a whisper but the pounding of his heartbeat resounding in his ears meant that he couldn't make out a single thing of what was being said, he briefly wondered if that was for the best.

Part of him wanted to scream but something inside of him told him not to and he listened to that part as though it was some sort of guardian that would ensure him getting out of this situation alive and well. Once again he prayed to that God who he had shunned his entire life, begging him for some sort of miracle. His attacker chuckled slightly.

"Even if you had the strongest of faiths it wouldn't save you now," he chuckled into his ear, hissing somewhat as he spoke, like some sort of demon. The captive struggled somewhat now, trying anything to escape from the grip that the other had on him. Nothing he did seemed to work or even phase the other enough to make his grip loosen by a minimal half an inch.

"They always think they have a chance…" he chuckled darkly, "you… you… I have very big plans for." He explained, voice still just above a whisper, "ever thought you were being watched little one?" he asked, and his captives eyes widened at the realisation that it had been this man stalking him, watching him, all this time. "No… no… it wasn't me, not all the time anyway, I'm following the one following you, why is he watching you I wonder?" He asked chuckling, piercing the boys pale neck with his nails just enough to draw blood and make him yelp. His attackers hand immediately closed over the youth's mouth. "Ssh now, wouldn't want to attract any attention."

The boy started to thrash in the mans grip once more, screaming beneath the hand clasped over his lips in what seemed to be an air tight seal. A knife appeared in his line of vision and he immediately stopped thrashing against his attacker, almost attempting to sink into him to put some much needed distance between himself and the metal of the blade that was held just in front of his eyes. The attacker then used it to trace a line down his captives back.

"Tell me why he follows you?" He demanded, slicing the shirt and drawing blood from the line he had sketched onto the others back.

"Who? I don't know," The boy muttered into his attacker's hand,

"Why do you make me hurt you?" He asked with a malicious chuckle, placing the blade against the choker around the boy's neck, a wall of tears shimmered in the crimson eyes but the youth refused to let them fall. He may have been scared and about to die but he wasn't a wimp and he wasn't about to start acting like one now. The man smirked and cut the material of the choker allowing it to fall to the floor, the boy closed his eyes tightly at the sudden movement near his throat.

"Oh well then," he smirked against the boys throat, opening his mouth and sinking the elongated fangs into the soft flesh of the teen, the boy screamed out against the hand that kept him firmly in place, one singular tear escaping a crimson eye and trailing down a pale cheek as he kept telling himself that this wasn't real, that it was a terrible dream and that he would wake up from it soon. It didn't feel like a dream and though he hoped that it was deep down he knew that it just couldn't be. The blood trickling down his neck was far too real for that.

His vision just started to blur, unconsciousness clawing at him attempting to drag him into a deep sleep from which he knew he would never wake up from. Something moved out of the shadows in front of him, he could just make out the form of a figure dressed in black as his vision swam.

Something was muttered between two distinct male voices but the boy was too far into unconsciousness to be able to comprehend it. As his vision continued to fade he registered hearing what he believed to be a gunshot and then he could register himself falling. He waited for the impact of the ground when he met it but it never came, an arm caught him instead. Strangely the moment that he felt that arm supporting his waist he knew that everything was going to be ok and that seemed to make him panic more than the whole ordeal he had just been through.

As crimson eyes fought to stay open for a little bit longer, desperate to see whose care he had fallen into, he saw a pair of beautiful icy blue eyes staring down on him, and swore that he heard the words, 'I'm sorry' fall from his saviours lips and then his eyes closed and he fell into the darkness that consumed his mind.

Once again he prayed to that God that he was so sure he didn't believe in to allow him to wake if only just to see those eyes once more time.

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Ok well there's the prologue next chapter will be longer and better just setting the mood and ran out of time really, (sigh) well I hope you enjoyed and would be kind enough to leave me a review saying what you thought, I hope there are no mistakes,

Thank you DD

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