Disclaimer: I own nothing of Yu-Gi-Oh and do not condone any of the violence that will occur during this fanfic. This will be a rather violent story with references to sex, drugs, alcohol, and language, so if you are easily offended, you probably shouldn't read this. I should also warn that there will be no pairings in this fanfiction; Ishizu is merely stated as a main character because, well, she will be in this fanfiction. The two won't be having sex.
Better Summary: The current Blood Jewel, one of the very few vampires living on the planet, is being threatened by an organization over a disagreement that happened centuries ago. The Blood Jewel is no pushover, however, and because of his constant battles has lost all touch with humanity. But as he gets deeper into this war, he finds out that he is not the only one involved, as people claiming to be knights, his own family problems, and the organization's confrontations begin to spiral out of control.
I hope you enjoy the story.
Chapter 1: Another Assassin
My life was always on the line. Every waking moment, there was another person after me, against me, all with their own agendas and reasoning for hunting me down. Some were after my company, others after my wealth, and then there were…others. Others who hunted me for my abilities, my powers, my position in this race of humans. It was their way of showing their 'superiority' to me; it was my way of telling them that I was here to stay. I don't know how they know of my abilities, but I guess my past successors made it a rather big deal. I tend to just keep it to myself.
Don't think I enjoy this life…actually, I guess I do rather enjoy it, now that I think on it, though that would be admitting that I have a sadistic mind. Heh, anybody in my state would. This state of mind is oh so dangerous, oh so tempting…but I digress. So I enjoy this lifestyle of living during the day in a company only to kill at night.
That's right, I said the magical word: kill. These hunters, if you wish to call them by such name (I call them assholes), are always after me, and I make it a point to walk the dark streets of Domino City at night. They come after me, thinking that they are the first one to ever do so, their knives unsheathed and guns fully loaded, ready to move at any given second. They sneak around me, not understanding that my senses are trained to listen for them. I already know they're behind me, ready to strike, and I have already predicted their next move. Before the night is out, their blood is in my system, reviving my dead body and allowing me another chance to taste that beautiful, red liquid.
So it was just as every other night, but I must admit this wasn't something that became boring. Far from it. This was actually invigorating, this routine that has laid itself out for me without my permission. It was always the same, yet different every time. I would kiss my little brother's forehead, my dear, precious brother, before leaving him to sleep in his warm, safe bed. A boy that I fought to the end for did not even know of my actions, and though I was ashamed of this fact, it was something that was needed for our survival. After all, he could not take on this role. Nobody should…
Once that little ritual was done, I would immediately leave home and travel the streets of Domino. It was so different at night; the technological advances and lovely scenery seemed to die when the sun went down. Instead, the clubs' lights were on, music blared intensely loud (especially for my level of senses), and I could sense everyone's energies draining every second. It made it easy to pinpoint my hunters, for their energy levels were always higher than those of normal citizens. They were preparing all day for their extermination of me and most likely figured that the more energy they had to spare, the better chance they had. In fact, it was the opposite. If they came around me dead tired, I would have mistaken them for a drunk or other has-been that lived during the nights of Domino.
The energy, the scenery…none of that meant anything to what else came with the night here in Domino. It was a time when I was myself. You might think of that as being a fragile thing, but it meant the world to me. I could transform my mind into what it truly was: a monstrous being that craved the sustenance of life. I looked at people not as business associates, dueling enemies, or mere secretaries. I looked at them as meat, as beings lower than myself. They were; they all were. I was not being conceited or rude or pompous in this statement. I was being truthful. Truthful…to myself, and to the world.
So now my eyes scanned the crowd behind my sunglasses, worn to cover my eyes that turned red when my mind went into this mode. Some things could not be controlled; my eye color when my true state took over was one of these. I never wore my trenchcoat attire at night, for it would immediately give away my identity. After all, that's why I wore it during the day every day. It made it simple to hide in the shadows, shadows I called my home these nights. For now, my black pants, dark red t-shirt, and sunglasses hid me from the rest of the world.
Scanning the crowd, I felt their auras of energy around them, most of them surrounded by darkness while others filled with light. It was nice to see the truth of people these nights. Most people in line for these clubs had light in their auras while the bouncer keeping outsiders out had darkness surrounding his image. It was ironic and almost humorous that the protector was the one who probably shouldn't even have a job.
Closing my eyes, I took in a deep breath and felt the movement around me. People going into the clubs, people sweating and driving their cars, elderly trying to get home, young kids running into their parents' arms… It was all here. Nothing out of place.
Opening my eyes back up, I continued walking down the sidewalk, my own aura moving people out of my way without pushing them. As Seto Kaiba, the people moved out of way in awe or admiration. As the darkness, people moved out of fear. And boy, did they have something to fear out of me.
It was another block or so before I felt the first sign of a hunter. I knew he was coming; I had felt his presence. But the aura had not been felt until now. It was a light that was brighter than any other human. After all, these hunters all came from the same place, the same organization. Their auras were all the same: bright and full of confidence in their hunt. It was a state of mind that distinguished itself amongst the drunks of Domino.
I smirked and decided to play around a bit. After all, it was a bit early for the hunter. Why not mess around with him? Turning the corner, I began walking down another street, this one containing many of the stores that were opened late at night. Fashion stores, music stores… All stores were open at night. I never understood the concept of people going shopping at night. The stores were always more crowded during the night than the day. I was one of the only members of my kind, which meant that people chose to buy their heavy metal cds and wedding dresses at midnight. Yeah, that sounded intelligent.
I walked into the music store and took in another deep breath. The man behind the desk seemed pretty tired, and looking over at the hours open sign, it read that the store closed in a half hour. Just enough time to see this hunter for myself. I walked down the aisle, glancing at all of artists and cds, knowing what I was looking for but feigning that fact. After all, the shorter time I took, the shorter time I would be granted to see the next man sent to kill me tonight.
Ah, here it was. Mokuba had been begging for this cd for the past month, and I told him I would eventually buy it for him. Now seemed like a good time. Passing it, I glanced at the artists around it before closing my eyes and taking in another deep breath. Yes, he entered the building. He was…right behind me.
My eyes widened in surprise, and I slowly turned around to see the man. Sure enough, he was staring at the cds next to me, his eyes dead set on me in all reality. Obviously he wasn't trained in the ways of stealth. He was making sure I knew he was here. What an imbecile… I turned back around, now knowing his appearance. Blonde hair, white coat with brown pants and a white shirt. He was dressed formally, dressed for his own death.
Well, he wanted to ruin my fun. I would have to take that personally later. For now, I picked the cd up and walked over to the cash register, placing it on the glass counter and waiting patiently as the man rang it up. I gave him a twenty even if it only cost sixteen and told him to keep the change. He was staring suspiciously at me, but I couldn't blame him. All humans could never tell good, but they could sense the bad. I was definitely bad. Evil even. And though they didn't have the heightened senses I had, they could sense evil.
Once the cd was in the bag and handed to me, I left the music store, keeping my senses on this man sent to kill me. He slowly followed me out of the store and down the street. I walked casually, not wanting to force the night to end so soon, and placed my hands in my pocket, the bag that was wrapped around my wrist swinging against my leg. He would like the cd as a random present. Mokuba's smile always made my day…my life.
Now this man was beginning to bug me. I knew he was gaining on me. He knew absolutely nothing on subterfuge, didn't he? Even a random stranger could tell he was following me. That would attract attention… Attention was bad. It was time to deal with this man. He was personally offending me.
Taking a right, I began to walk down a path that led towards the central park. There was always a central park in every big city. I think they were made for my kind, really. Anything could happen in a park, and I mean anything, yet nobody was ever caught. It was a tried and true plan, one that I took advantage of from time to time. I was smart about my killing, but maybe a night in the park would be nice.
Once the two gates leading into the park passed me, the silence of the park enveloped me. The tree branches swayed in the slight breeze that passed. There was no light; the moon obviously did not want to shine her beauty onto this night. The lights were out. Everything was still in this central park of Domino City, save for the footsteps of myself and the man sent to kill me. He chuckled, and I took a few more steps before coming to a halt.
"You know nothing of stealth," I commented, feeling the need to state the obvious.
"I don't need stealth to kill you," he replied, his voice deep as he cackled like a madman. They all were…and yet they pointed the finger at me as being evil. "I have been waiting night after night for this opportunity."
"I'm sure you have," I stated, smirking at his idiocy. "Did the previous Blood Jewel kill somebody from your family, or did your organization send you to kill me just as a job?"
"Ah, you know of our organization, I see."
"I have to. You send people every night to kill me."
"I'm glad to see you're well-informed of the group who wants to murder you."
"You're an idiot, you know?" my smirk widened; I felt a surge of anger in my enemy's aura.
The hunter cackled, and I sensed his movement towards me. "I'm an idiot? You are the one who walks the night, letting our organization hunt you down—"
"—And kill you every night," I interrupted. "Yes, I know. But I don't want your blood staining my carpets."
The hunter cackled again. "Your carpets, eh? It is my understanding that we have orders to not harm your brother. After all, he did not inherit your family's condition."
My hands tightened into fists at this assumption. "It was not my true family's condition. But then again, that is none of your concern. Now are we going to begin this or not? I have a delivery to make."
"Oh, so you drag this night only to want to end it quickly?"
"You are ruining my evening. I must get rid of you." As I said this, my fists slowly went to my side, my energy beginning to course down into my hands. I felt the energy begin to form into my friends, my two partners in crime if you will. I loved this ability, this useful technique of forming these friends of mine…
"Right you are. I guess we may start this duel of ours. But first…let me see your eyes."
I frowned at this comment. "Why do you want to see my eyes?" I asked, feeling the cold metal begin to form in my hands.
"I want to see the eyes of the vampire I kill tonight. I want to see that red… That red that you steal every night, I want to see die and cloud over before your ashes sit on my table at home."
I chuckled and stopped the energy flow to my one arm, sending the leftover energy into my other hand. Yes, my one gun was formed now. I was armed, but I didn't really need to be armed to take this man on. He was an idiot, a weakling, one lower than myself. My fangs could do that simple task. But why not humor the idiot before he met his maker?
Turning around, I saw the man smiling widely at me, a medium-sized knife in his hand waiting to taste my blood. I slowly reached up and took my sunglasses off, making his smile widen even more. My red eyes that showed my true self were now revealed. And now…now I was revealed. "Happy?" I asked, my voice seething in rage.
"Yes…yes…" He nodded his head and pointed his knife at me. "Now it is time for our duel."
"Good." In a split second, all energy went into my hands, and both guns formed themselves in my palms. Blood guns, as they were called, but I knew them as my only allies in these nights. The silver metal felt cold in my hands, and the blood ammo was visible in the glass containers that held the blood within them. It only took another second for me to aim my guns at this madman, this hunter, this lowlife, and fire.
He dodged two of my bullets, yet one entered straight through his leg. He groaned in pain and kneeled down on the ground, blood beginning to pour out. Not the blood I shot at him; that was black, poisoned blood. His was red, thick...tasty. The man's eyes were wide, yet his smile widened even more. "You are strong… Good. I don't want to win against a weakling."
"You are the weakling. Not I."
"Oh, but that's where you're wrong, you Blood Jewel. You thief of blood, you hater of life."
I smirked at his comment. "Yes, I steal blood from others. It is how I live. You know this out of anyone. And now…now your blood will fill me."
"Not if I can help it!" he exclaimed, standing up and launching himself at me. Stabbing me in the chest, I felt the cold blade go into my system, through my muscles, my blood stream, almost through my heart. But it was not enough. Nothing was ever enough. Yet he was another one lied to, as his face now showed.
"That's right," I whispered, placing both guns at his temple. He was shaking now, sweat beginning to form along his blonde hairline. The truth had sunk in. "You were wrong. I am not like other Blood Jewels. You can't stab me in the heart and kill me like all the others. And now you will pay the price."
"Wha…what are you?" he asked, his voice now soft and scared. How easily the strong fell. How much a little false information did in these dark, depressing nights.
"I am what you said I am. I'm a Blood Jewel." Leaning forward to glare into his eyes, I said, "A hater of life, a thief of blood. I am your killer. I am Death."
"NO!" he shouted, plunging the knife deeper into me, piercing my heart. I groaned in pain and bit my bottom lip before pulling both triggers. Bone, brains, and blood splattered everywhere as his skull was blown into a million pieces. A lifeless, headless body fell against me, and taking a few steps back, I watched it fall to the ground. Another hunter dead. Another madman gone.
And yet evil still lived.
Looking down at my hands, I allowed the energy of my prized beauties to return to the darkness they came from, the energy returning to my body. Blood covered my entire outfit, and licking my lips, I moaned in pleasure at the taste that entered my body. I kneeled down and put my hand to his chest, watching the blood pour out of his body. I then took my hand back and licked the blood that covered my hand. Yes…the brightest auras always had the richest blood.
Standing back up, I felt another energy source come by. It was the organization. They were here to claim another dead body. They always watched me, watched the battles I had with them. They studied me carefully, like the animal I was, always planning their next move against me.
An entire organization against one vampire…and they had no success thus far.
And they never would.
Smirking once more that night, I stood up and began to walk away, knowing the organization would clean up the mess. They always cleaned up; if the public found out about them, there would be more chaos than if they found out about me, the Blood Jewel. Death, Evil, a vampire. That was my condition, a condition I was forced to take. That was why they hated me. I was Evil; they believed they were Good. It was simple, yet difficult at the same time.
But no, there would be no more fighting tonight. One man a night. That was the way it was. I guess they knew they could only afford losing one man a night if a hunter were to come after me. They were done; they now had cleaning up to do, and I had a delivery.
I also needed a shower.
Looking down at myself, the blood evident on my clothing, I realized that a darker alleyway home was necessary. I would go home, take a shower, and get Mokuba's present ready. After all, the bag was covered in blood too, and he could never find out about these nights. He would wake up, I would give him his present, and he would question me on the sleep I got last night. I would say a few hours, like always, and he would say how unhealthy it was, like always. If only he knew there was no such thing as sleep for the dead, Evil, Death itself. I could sleep, but that would only bring back memories. Memories I didn't want… Memories I didn't ask for…
Go home, take a shower, and prepare Mokuba's present. Leave the cleaning for the organization. That was all I needed to know right now.
Finding a dark alleyway, I began my journey home.
It was the same as every night, yet different. Another assassin gone, a present for Mokuba. Unlife truly went on.