I know I have other fanfics. But I'm in a rut. So when I'm in a rut, I find it easier to create other fanfictions that are unrelated to my existing ones. Thus, here ya go.
And don't turn back just because there is a vampire. She will not be lame like the Twilight vampires. She will be cool. Like Dracula.
Seto found his little brother Mokuba on the couch of their living room that day, curled up with his Nintendo DS. The brunet approached the small boy slowly. Mokuba looked up when he sensed his sibling.
"What is it, Big Brother?"
"I have an emergency business trip tomorrow," Seto said gently. "I have to go to England. A branch of Kaiba Corp. is having difficulties that I need to oversee personally."
Mokuba's face fell. "But… you promised you'd come with me to a theme park tomorrow…"
"Take one of the maids," Seto suggested.
"But I wanted to go with you! It's not the same with a maid who's too afraid to go on anything scarier than the carousel!"
Seto sighed, feeling a tug at his heartstring. "Well then, we can go when I get back," he promised. "Okay?"
Mokuba nodded somberly, getting up to give his brother a tight hug. Seto had to go pack now, and would leave early in the morning before Mokuba got up.
"I should be back in three days," Seto told his brother. "I promise I'll get back as soon as I can so that we can spend some time together." The little boy nodded into his chest.
Mokuba only muttered, "Mmkay." Little did he know, those were to be his last words to his older brother for a long while.
Rubbing his weary eyes, Seto left the Kaiba Corp. building in London in a pretty sour mood. His incompetent workers had forced him all the way here for what was, in his opinion, a simple problem. He walked a little ways away from the building, feeling the need to stretch his legs before he took out his phone to call a taxi.
He dialed and put the phone to his ear, tapping his foot impatiently as he listened to the other side ring. Someone picked up. Finally! He was ready to go home.
"Hello? Mr. Kaiba?"
Just as he was about to answer, a hand clamped over his mouth. In a muffled shout of surprise, he was pulled forcefully back. He lost his balance and dropped the phone, which clattered near the gutter, the back flying off. He struggled against his captor, but the arms wrapped around him proved too strong. He was dragged back into an alleyway. Something stung his neck. He continued to struggle, but quickly he was weakening. His vision went fuzzy. What was happening? Agonizingly slow minutes passed before unconsciousness welcomed him.
Just before he passed out, however, a tantalizingly cool, female voice whispered, "You're too tasty to kill tonight."
Mwahaha! Hope you enjoyed! Don'tcha just love vampires?
Yes, they're overrated, but that doesn't make them less cool when written right. Please review, of course!
