Kaira-chan: I give you...

Yami Kaira: Another horrible fic.

Kaira-chan: Oh shut up. I give you my first supernatural fic ^-^

Yami Kaira: ... .

Yami: I'm in it, right?

Kaira-chan: Right-o! You're in all my Yu-Gi-Oh fics ^-^

Yami: Hurrah!

Pharaoh Yami: Kaira-chan doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh

Kaira-chan: Oh yeah. There's a fanfiction contest being held ^-^ Check out my bio for the link. Please don't enter if you a better author/authoress then me... yeah, that mean's pretty much everyone ^-^;;


[1] - I'm using their Japanese voices.

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Three forms were silhouetted against the blackness, all three sitting in a candle lit room. One looked like he had horns rising from his messy mane of hair, another, his hair stood straight up, and the last, his hair seemed to be in the shape of a hand, reaching from the darkness to capture whatever its owner wished.

All was silent in the room, not one of them moved.

"Where is he?" One of them said, his voice that of a boy's, yet it help a slightly psychotic edge. [1]

"He'll come," Said another, his voice that of a mature teenager.

"I can't believe you're trusting that mortal," Said yet another, his voice much like the second speaker, though it held a tad more insanity.

"Do we have any other choice?" The second speaker snapped back. And then, all three of them feel back into the silence.

"He's not coming," The boyish voice said, a time later.

"I told you he'll be here!" The second speaker said once again.

"Mortals... no sense of loyalty. I bet you he's already run off," The third speaker said.

"This one's different. He'll be here. He has to be..." The second one said, quietly.

There was a pause there. "And what if he doesn't show up?" The third one asked.

There was a longer pause as the second one thought. "Then boys, we're going out for a little hunting trip tonight," He answered finally, a smirk in his voice. The other two laughed.


"The suns nearly down," The boyish voice said. "Does this mean that we get to go hunting for the twerp soon?"

"We shall see. Give him until the sun has fully disappeared," Said the second voice.

Suddenly all three forms tensed as they heard the patter of feet running towards them.

"Sorry!" A boys voice cried out. The door flung open, and was quickly closed. "I was held up!" He said.

The three forms stayed silent, and the boy took that as a cue to continue. "I was held up. And officer, he was wondering what I was doing, and then he took me to the station for questioning. They wouldn't let me go until I answered all of their questions," The boy said, the candle light reflecting off his features. He had wide, innocent eyes, and a round boyish face. In fact, he looked no older then seven.

"Shut up," The third voice snapped. The boy snapped his mouth shut, and swallowed deeply.

"Aww. Does this mean we don't get to go hunting?" The boyish voice pouted.

The boy's eyes widened more still.

"No Bakura, he made it in time," The second voice said, standing up. It was the figure with the hand shaped hair. He stepped into the candle light, and too the boy, then he kneeled down infront of him, so they were eye-level.

His hair had blond bangs, and red tips, the rest of it was black. His crimson eyes stared dangerously into the blue eyes of the boy.

"You won't make us wait again, will you Mathew?" He said, his voice low and dangerous.

The boy, Mathew shook his head quickly. "Did you get what we asked you to get?" He said, his voice slightly less dangerous.

Mathew nodded, just as quickly as he shook his head. "Good. Now give it to me."

"Th - the officer took it from me," Mathew stammered.

The other two figures stood up, and walked threateningly over to Mathew and the other teen, dangerously. The candle light revealing their features.

The one that looked like he had horns, had white hair, and red brown eyes. His 'horns' in fact, was his hair.

And the other one, with his hair sticking straight up, was much more tanned then the other two, his hair a sand blond, and his eyes a lavender-crimson colour.

"What did he say?" The third voice, the one with the sand blond hair hissed.

"I - I - I'm sorry! I couldn't stop him," The boy whimpered fearfully.

"Bakura! Malik!" The teenager kneeling infront of the boy snapped. "Go to the police station, and get what we came for," he said, authority ringing in his voice. His voice fell dramatically. "I'll take care of the boy..."

"Yami..." The white haired, boyish voice one said, letting his sentence linger.

"Yes Bakura. Do whatever means necessary to get it," He smirked.

Bakura and Malik nodded, smirked, and ran out the door, hooting and hollering loudly as they ran down the street.

Yami smiled. "Those two. Just like children, they are," He chuckled, then brought his attention back to Mathew.

"So... you dared to come back empty handed?" He asked, standing up. Mathew gulped and nodded.

"Please master! I beg of you! Give me another chance!" He whimpered.

Yami eyed him. "But you did come back," He said his voice softening. "That takes courage kid."

"I'm sorry Master Yami," Mathew said, looking at the ground.

"So, why did you come back?" Yami asked.

Mathew looked up. "You knew that you could very well die if you returned empty handed," Yami said.

"You - you are the only family I've ever had. You've taken care of me as long as I could remember. I had to come back, even if it meant death," He said quietly.

"Very well," Yami said. "But you must be punished."

Mathew nodded, and moved his shirt from his neck, revealing many scars, all of which were rounded, like... teeth marks.

Yami smiled widely, two teeth on the top of his mouth, and two teeth on the bottom sprouting out as fangs. He bared them widely, and placed his lips on Mathew's neck.

Mathew didn't let out a single cry, not even a whimper, as Yami's teeth slid smoothly into his neck.

His eyes began to roll back in his head, as Yami drunk. When Yami had his fill, he pulled his teeth out of Mathew's neck, then snapped dangerously at his ear, bringing Mathew to full attention.

Mathew pulled up his shirt collar, his neck already beginning to scar once again.

"Mathew..." Yami said, his voice icy cold.

Mathew simply looked at him, to drained to answer.

"You're on your last legs. One more screw up, and I will kill you," Yami snapped.

Mathew nodded, and Yami's eyes softened. "Stay here and rest little one, I'm out to have fun with the boys tonight," Yami said, and he jumped out the door. Mathew watched him go, then closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.


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Kaira-chan: So, how do you like it?

Yami Kaira: Sucked.

Kaira-chan: *Glares* You suck.

Yami: ...so I'm a vampire?

Kaira-chan: Yep yep *Nods*

Pharaoh Yami; Works for me ^-^ Vampires did originate in Ancient Egypt after all.

Kaira-chan: They appeared everywhere . Ancient Egypt just happened to be one of those places.

Pharaoh Yami: Whatever, please reply.

Kaira-chan: And please, if you don't like, tell me, and give me constructive critisim. ^-^