Hey again guys thanks for the reviews; they were much needed and much appreciated.
Before I continue I'd like to explain something that's going to happen so u'all don't get totally lost. Chapter one takes place in the future, so the following chapters will now take place in the past so that you can see- well actually read- how they came to meet…got it? Good!
Rating: Rated M
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh, but I do own the story and the new characters.
AN: Please enjoy.
Chapter twoYami watched as the sun gracefully set behind the tall sand dunes that made up the Egyptian desert, abandoning him to whatever fate the night would bring. He felt alone once again, as though a friend had departed after a great day of play. He would miss its warmth and its protective light, but even more, the feeling of been something other than a monster.
Twilight peaked its unwelcome head, and he instinctively knew that the time had come.
"Brother," a voice much similar to his own called to him from behind.
He turned away from where he had seen the sun retire, to face a mirror image of himself, standing with his arms folded and a look of mischief evident on his face.
"Yugi, what have you done now?" Yami asked curiously.
His twin brother smirked, an evil glint forming in his eyes. Suddenly an image of what Yugi was thinking appeared in his mind.
"You spiked the blood?" Yami asked incredulously, amazed by how far his brother had dared to go. "Father is going to kill you!" despite the seriousness of the situation, he couldn't help but grin, imagining a couple of drugged vampires staggering around the palace without any idea of why they couldn't think straight.
Yugi laughed a genuine human laugh, that sounded clumsy and a little high pitched, but human all the same. It was one of the things Yami loved about him. Having his twin brother, who too was a half-breed, around him, made him feel more human than he was.
Yugi shrugged, "If he can catch me, then I guess he will." Yami smirked knowingly. Yugi happened to be the fastest vampire ever to have lived, and that was saying a lot when half-breeds are supposed to be inferior to the vampire race.
"By the way brother Yami, have you forgotten what day it is today?" Yugi asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
He tried to think of the date, but time had stood still around the palace for so long that he had simple lost track of the days. "I'm afraid I have," he replied after a short while.
"Is that so?" Yugi raised an eyebrow, which disappeared behind one of his lightning bolt, blonde bangs that sparked along the side of his face.
"Is it of any importance?"
Yugi tilted his head upward slightly, an unusual emotion clouding his eyes that Yami couldn't place. "Most would think so."
"Would you care to enlighten me?" He suddenly felt his stomach clench.
"Today happens to be our sixteenth birthday…"
Yami's eyes opened in time to witness a diamond-like star, dash across the sky. He would have made a wish, if he had thought that he had deserved to make one, but instead allowed it to pass over him, partly noticed and set free.
He remembered his sixteenth birthday, which had been one of his many tragedies since birth and a memory that had haunted him everyday since.
He felt a familiar burn at the back of his throat, as the cravings began to increase with a vengeance. The withdrawal symptoms were getting worse, and he found that even his hands were beginning tremble, and his constant mood swings that made him seem on the borderline of a bipolar disorder.
A gentle wind stirred around the rather dilapidated apartment building rooftop, where he had come to find peace, but instead found only disruption. Below him, a few stories down, he heard an aggressive argument breakout between a young couple, in which he was sure, was about a pregnancy test. He couldn't be clear on exactly what was said, because from one of the apartments came the godforsaken earth-shattering blare of scream metal.
"You're trash Kit! Ya don't deserve better than what you got!" A male's drunken voice bellowed from the bottom floor. Clearly arguments loud enough for the public to hear were common in this area. "Ah fuck you Stan!" The girl, who he presumed to be 'Kit' lashed.
"Don't tell me to fuck off, bitch!" Stan roared acidly. "Don't call me no bitch, you ain't shit!" Kit yelled.
Yami had to admire the girl's spirit and courage, if not stupidity, yet he didn't have the patience or the will power to remain, without the temptation of simply climbing in through one of the apartment windows and draining its owner of blood.
As he stood up, he felt his right leg clench into a spasm and almost fell to his knees in pain. He needed blood, whether he liked it or not.
A door slammed somewhere below him, and the thudding of heels stormed off angrily into the night. Peering down, he caught sight of an angry looking girl, seeming only a few years older than him, making her way blindly down a dodgy street, which even he could tell was a bad idea.
His instincts kicked in and before he knew it, he found himself hastily gliding through the air as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, following her like a predator after his prey, which she was.
His hunter's abilities kicked in, which were as natural as any predator's. He could hear her blood streaming through her veins, seductively luring him through a sweet rhythmic lullaby, and smelt her delicious scent that despite the boozy taint, was quite mouth watering.
Her eyes were red and puffy as tears swelled at their corners, threatening to spill at any moment, as a soft sob escaped her tight throat.
She was an easy target, completely defenseless against the evil world around her, making her even more irresistible and desirable to him. However, as he soon discovered, he was not her only enemy.
"Hey baby!" A rather drunken voice called out from a car sinisterly parked in an ally-way between two apartment buildings. There were a few whistles and howls that came from the shadows, indicating a rather large group well hidden in the dark.
She ignored them, though slightly shaken by their sudden appearance, and tried to continue forward without revealing nervousness, but failed miserably.
"Yoh babe where ya going?" Another voice mocked. "C'me and have some fun wit J-men!" A rather ridiculous sounding voice different from the rest, which were all deep and strong, his sounded more like a fiddle than anything else.
The men began to leave their posts, emerging from the shadows in all different directions that even an experienced hunter like Yami, had been surprised. The girl seemed to melt into a panic and froze in her spot like an ice sculpture, wet eyes widened in frozen fear.
A tall basket ball player built guy staggered toward her cockily, his fingers curled around a large bottle of Jack Daniel's finest, a grotesque expression plastered on his face, which seemed to be an alien breed of what Yami could assume was lust, a drunken grin and an impersonation of a pumpkin on a Halloween display.
The big guy didn't waste time in intros and instantly gripped the girl's shoulder pulling her close to him. "Come with me baby, I'll show you what it's like to be touched by a real man!" he laughed, a disgusting and overall disturbing laugh that reminded him too much of the vampires back home.
"No I don't want to go with you!" she cried, her voice thick with emotion as tears of terror poured down her face. "Sure you do baby!" he insisted, dragging her against her will, toward the car. "She sure is sexy when she's scared, huh Rio?" One of his mindless followers inputted, seeming to dance around them as he dragged her away.
"No please! Please, somebody help!" she screamed, struggling against him. The bid guy, Rio, slapped a hand over her mouth, grinning hysterically. "Now-now baby girl you don't wana make a scene…"
"Let her go," Yami said in a stern aggravated voice that stopped them dead in their tracks. Despite his little-above-average height, his voice had always held a certain powerful strength that hinted at danger and if used correctly could strike fear into the stoniest of hearts.
However, the leader Rio ignored the chill that had run up his spine and instantly went on to challenge the stranger that dared to interrupt him. "What ya say pipsqueak?" he challenged, staring Yami right in the eye, doing his best to intimidate him, which fell flat.
"I'm sorry, were those words too big for you to understand?" Yami smirked, taking a dangerous step forward.
"Piss on outta here dip shit or we'll beat the crap outta ya!" Rio threatened, taken aback by Yami's confidence.
"I'm not leaving without the girl," he said darkly, feeling his senses burn with lustful desire as he caught the sent of blood swirling around him thickly in the air, slowly unleashing what he desperately tried to control.
"Fuck him!" Rio roared, tossing the frightened girl to the ground and charging forward like a raging animal, while the other members of his gang came at him from different angles.
'Fools!'
Before they could even brush against his studded black leather jacket, he leapt from the ground, gliding graciously through the sky and landed perfectly like a cat close behind them, while they all jumped forward onto an empty spot.
The cracking sound of skull meeting skull and skin whacked against skin would have been unbearable, if he hadn't enjoyed the humor of it. One surviving member, still standing made a run toward him, throwing an iron hard punch at him, but Yami caught it easily and twisted his arm into a break.
The sound of the bone snapping startled the already terrified girl and she gave a sickening shriek, covering her ears while fresh tears drenched her face.
Two new members jumped up and rushed at him, but Yami was already prepared and dodged their attacks, grabbing their heads and shoving them together to knock them out. The thud was loud, but not fatal, despite its harshness.
Only Rio remained, completely startled and taken by surprised how Yami had instantly diminished his small army of nine huge thugs, single-handedly, however Yami wasn't done just yet.
Taking an intimidating step closer to Rio he asked for the final time. "Give me the girl."
"Son of a bitch!" Rio screamed charging forward with the intention to kill, slicing a knife through the air, which Yami couldn't help but wonder how he had managed to hide.
It wasn't all that difficult to dodge; in fact he was sure that any human in a calm state of mind would have been able to do it. He simply stepped to the side in the nick of time, grabbed the knife holding hand and pulled it right out of its socket, sending Rio into screaming fits of pain. Okay perhaps not just anyone could have done that, but it had been simple enough.
Kicking Rio's legs under him, sending him to a filthy concrete landing that was anything but pleasant, Yami made his way to the hysterically crying girl, desperately attempting to keep his composure.
"Are you alright-" His words were cut off sharply as he felt the knife slice through his right shoulder blade, which was really more of a bee sting than anything else, still it infuriated him. The girl let out a horrified scream that echoed off the dodgy buildings that surrounded them, and hurt his sensitive ears so much that he flinched.
It did seem strange that her scream hurt him more than the knife wound, but he wasn't about to go into detail of his messed up body.
Turning around angrily, he glared at the perpetrator who still had his hand on the knife, which was pretty deeply imbedded in his skin, before swinging around in such a quick motion that the guy's eyes hadn't even processed it. With a powerful gesture he shoved his attacker backward, so hard that he almost seemed to fly ten meters into the air and hit the wall of an ally-way on the opposite side, which caused a rather large crack and a tiny shower of plaster.
He didn't waste time in yanking the knife out, lightly cussing under his breath as the sensitive skin surrounding the open gash stung in protest. "Damn it, what the-" he smelt blood…
Even though it was his own, it still had the intoxicating stench of a delicious aroma that brought about the erotic and passionate urgencies and urges that came with the lust for blood drinking. He struggled against it, fighting for control over himself that was near impossible.
"Thank you," her quiet voice spoke through what now seemed to be dead silence. He reluctantly looked at her, aware of her thudding heart and flowing blood, her lively charm that made her delicious.
"You saved my life," she began raising form the ground a little clumsily, massaging her elbows, which were badly scraped.
A droplet of blood fell to the ground…her blood.
He felt his pulse quicken and his breathing became heavier and labored. His focus settled on the delicate skin around her collarbone and neck, the only thing that protected what he craved from his sight.
He felt his tongue slide gently over his top lip as he became transfixed of the barely visible artery that tantalized him from such a short distance away.
She unknowingly made her way to him, her eyes soft and still startled by what had happened earlier. "Are you hurt? Oh shit, you're bleeding, we need to get you to a doctor right away-" He grabbed her arms and forced her against the back wall, pinning her tightly against it.
She smelt so wonderful and mouth wateringly delicious, and better yet she would make the pain go away. He felt his fangs begin to slide down from their hiding place, and the break in control that he had desperately tried to maintain all his life.
She looked up at him with huge startled indigo eyes that pleaded with him to stop and release her, giving way to new streams of crystal clear tears. "Please don't hurt me," she whispered, a sob escaping her throat.
He instantly woke up, as though he had been caught in a trance that had finally lifted. He backed off slowly as to not alarm her, before dashing away to quickly for her to register movement, leaving her to fend for herself against the darkness.
"Damn it!" he cursed, as he made his way to another abandoned rooftop on the other side of the neighborhood. He had almost killed her; he had her right there and had lost control. After taking a few deep breaths, he decided that he better head home and keep off the streets for a while until he could trust himself again.
Jumping off the fifth floor and landing perfectly on the ground, he made his way home, to a much more nicer part of Domino City, briefly passing a toy store in which a certain blue-eyed beauty happened to be working a late night shift in.
It was just by chance that she happened to look up in time to see him, and gasped in pure admiration. He was the most handsome guy she had ever seen in her rather boring life, with features like a dark angel.
She had never seen him before until that fateful night, but something about him drew her like metal to a magnet.
Little did they both know their paths would collide…
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