Hey there, my fellow writers and readers. :) Well, here's a new Yu-Gi-Oh vampire story that I cooked up one day. I was reading this BtVS fanfic titled Always Alone by MusicLoveThought, and it was then that I took a liking to this one phrase spoken by Dracula in the fic: "Thousands of years is ample time to set up hundreds of lifetimes of income".
With that very phrase, which is very easy for a writer like me to remember, in my head, I then began to flesh out the story of Seto Kaiba as a vampire who only feeds on criminals and drains them not only of their blood, but also their bank accounts (if they happen to be very wealthy), of course. As a result, this is what I came up with. Hope you like it. :)
Disclaimer: Genius Kazuki Takahashi owns Yu-Gi-Oh. I own the fanfics I cook up from time to time.
Lifetimes of Income
The screams coming from the pimp lying on the wet ground soon faded into the night air as Seto Kaiba pulled his bloodstained fangs out of his throat.
"Delightful," Kaiba purred in his baritone voice as he loosened his grip on the pimp's shoulders and then licked his fingers clean of blood. He looked down at the pimp and smirked. "You were quite the meal I needed, my friend. It was too bad, though, that you had to pick tonight as another night for you to beat up one of your girls."
The pimp, whose name was John Olsen, had been verbally and physically beating up one of the prostitutes who had failed to earn enough of the money he had asked her for — namely, five hundred dollars, to be precise.
Unfortunately for him, however, it was tonight that he would die a painful death.
He stopped just then with his fist in mid-air when his ears pricked up at the sound of the door opening all by itself. He turned and his chocolate eyes widened at the sight of Seto Kaiba standing there. As John tried to think of something to say, Kaiba smirked at him while casually stepping over the threshold as though this were a typical night.
Just like any other night.
After putting John in a trance with a single, compelling glance of his sapphire eyes and then slipping six hundred dollars into the prostitute's pocket, he sent the prostitute away with a nod of his head. She obliged with a nod of her own as her way of saying "thank you" before turning on her heel and heading out the door and into the night to her apartment where she lived. Then he turned back to the pimp.
Since Kaiba was six feet tall, John had to look up into his face in order to see him. The look on John's face was now one of pure fear. But before he had a chance to say anything, Kaiba spoke up.
"So tell me — why, may I ask, were you beating one of your girls like that?" Kaiba queried.
"Uh... well, you see," John began to say before trailing off. He groaned as his train of thought began slowing down and then came to a complete stop. His worst fear had come true. He couldn't think of a good reason why he had been caught beating up one of his girls — and by none other than Seto Kaiba, no less.
It was at that exact moment that the smirk on Kaiba's visage (which was handsome in its own way) began to make its appearance. If there was one thing Kaiba liked, especially when it came to catching the pimps off-guard, it was making them nervous. Personally, he liked it a lot. For one thing, it usually worked, and from Kaiba's perspective, it was a big help when tracking down a criminal before catching said criminal.
Still, Kaiba had to admit, seeing the look of fear that would cross the criminal's visage was something he would put down on his list of "Favorite Things to See as a Vampire Hero", if there ever was one.
And speaking of which, Kaiba thought, I plan to do just that when I get the chance.
After making a mental note to remind himself about that, Kaiba mentally pulled himself back into the present and looked down at John, who had been studying his shoes for a few moments while Kaiba had been consulting his thoughts.
But before John had a chance to say anything, Kaiba spoke first.
"I'm sorry, kid. But a pimp like you — one that beats up prostitutes — isn't exactly the kind of guy I take a liking to." He reached down and picked John up so that he was holding him by one shoulder. "Any final words, John," he said, his trademark smirk now adorning his face, "before I drain you of your crimson life force?"
However, no matter how hard he tried, John couldn't think of any, which Kaiba noticed.
"Well, you did the best you could."
With that, Kaiba tilted his head, opened his mouth and sank his sharp, bone-white fangs into the pimp's throat; instantly, the blood chose to make its appearance.
Sensing his victim's life slipping away, Kaiba quickly clamped down and began the draining process. The words — his thoughts — swam in and out of John's mind.
"Trust me, John Olsen. It's better this way — at least for you. Your life here was short, even by my standards."
Finally, when Kaiba had gotten to the last drop, he carefully put the body down and wiped his mouth clean using a napkin instead of his tongue.
After he gave John a proper burial in the cemetery, Kaiba then turned and headed for the mansion he called "home".
"Perfect," he grinned. "I never get tired of taking down the criminals, as well as cleaning up society while I'm at it too."
Well, what do you think? Nice feedback is very much appreciated, of course.. :)