Memories Of Death~*~*~*~By: LinkGirl

Chapter 1: I'm Stronger Now

Author's Note: I do NOT (hear that!?) I do NOT own any of the Yu-Gi-Oh characters!  Just making that clear...Hope you enjoy! ^_^

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            I broke away.  My victim is definitely dead.  Extra blood leaks from its throat.  'It' ... It is part of the human race, in which I am no longer a part of.  I look back down at the victim.  It reminds me of what I used to be...weak and pathetic...and innocent.

            I brush away a piece of white hair from my face.  I step over the body and walk in no particular direction.  I feel like walking, don't ask me why.  But that's exactly what the tomb robber did.

            'What are you doing?' his voice echoes in my head.

            'Walking, what does it feel like?' I mentally say back.  The darkness that took over my mind when I was alive no longer controls me.  Actually, it's more like I control him.  I am stronger now.

            'What are you thinking about?' he asks randomly.

            I stop walking.  I don't feel like answering.  I don't want to admit what I am thinking about.  Tomorrow is the day I died and my mind keeps wandering back.  It's the day Bakura died and the day a new more powerful being was born.  Yes, I had once been Bakura, the kind, caring Bakura.  The one who would never harm a living soul.

            'Are you still there?' he taunts.

            Him- He used to control my body, my thoughts, and sometimes even my feelings.  I hated him.  He was the one who caused my friends pain.  I now consider him as... 'my partner for death.'  He has taught me how to survive.  I thank him for that, but I can still never forgive him for what he did to me while I was still alive, even if it was so long ago...

            I shift into the night.  To a human I would have simply dissolved before their very eyes.  But to me it's like walking through time and space.  It's a strange sensation that I can't explain.  It doesn't really hurt but it's not particularly a nice feeling ether.  I have grown to ignore the feeling, for I've done it so many times before.  It might be a feeling only my kind can feel, my kind...we are considered vampires to humans.  I just call us 'the dead.'

            I reappear close to home.  I might be a vampire, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't live in a house.  That coffin thing is vastly over rated.  Rarely any vampires now days sleep in coffins.  Come to think of it, there are some things that humans get wrong about vampires.  We don't melt or die when we're out in the sun...it just burns sometimes, depending on how strong or powerful you are.  Crosses don't really bother me...much, though I have never really been a religious person.  But we do hate onions!  ...And we don't turn into bats.  Well, we do, in away...we can shape shift, so I guess that means vampires can chose to be bats...I don't know why they would want to be a bat though.

            I hear the ancient thief sigh mentally.  He is tired of my memories, but I can't stop thinking about that gruesome day.

            'Could you not just stand in the open?'

            He's harassing me.  All he wants is to control my body for a while.  So I give him the opportunity, and give up my physical body.  I could always take it back when I feel like it, I am now a lot stronger then he.  Plus, I needed time to think, without interruptions.

            I feel my legs move, but the thief is not heading home.  I ignore where he is going and wander off to my thoughts.  I remember it so well, as if watching a movie over again, the day I died...