Title: Vampires Vs. The World
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Warning: Yaoi, gore, vampires, swearing
Chapter Three
Malik paced around the room, mind racing for any ideas that would help. He processed Yami's information, trying to think of anything that would help. Sighing, he came up with nothing and dropped into an empty chair, running a hand through his blonde hair. He didn't stay there long, and was up and pacing with in seconds.
Yugi sat next to Yami on the couch. The small hunter stared at his friend, watching as the blonde stressed over the awakening of that last ancients. He doesn't quite understanding why Malik was so worried. He believed that if Yami talked to them, they'd be willing to help them.
Joey watched his friends in question, wondering exactly what was going on. All he or anyone else knew was Malik was worried about something Yami told him, and called an emergency meeting. The blonde had gone room to room, waking everyone and telling them to get downstairs.
"Malik, what's going on?" Ishizu questioned, yawning. "It's too early to be up after a long night.
Yami stood and stopped Malik from his pacing. He led him to the couch and forced him to sit. He ignored the look the blonde gave him. Turning, he gave his full attention to everyone. "The other two ancients have awakened," he said. "...and I don't want any of you taking them on. You will lose."
"What?" Joey snapped. "You can't be serious! I mean, if they've just awaken, shouldn't we be able to take them on?"
Yami shook his head. "Even at there weakest they have the strength of ten men," he stated. "And by now I'm sure they've fed."
Tristan shook his head. "What are we going to do?" he asked. "I seriously doubt you can take them both on."
Yami sighed. "I'm hoping the first time we cross paths I can talk them into helping us," he said.
"Hoping?" Tristan repeated, shaking his head. "That doesn't sound very comforting."
"Well, they aren't the easiest people to talk to," Yami countered. "They both have quite the temper."
"So let us help," Joey said. "We can take care of ourselves. There's nothing we can't do when we're in a group."
Yami shook his head. "Joey, you just got put back on the streets, don't get hurt again," he said. "If you see them, don't cause trouble, you'll just get your ass kicked."
Joey huffed. "How tough can a couple of walking dead guys be...?" he grumbled. Yami ignored him and headed back up the stairs.
Marik walked slowly across the building top, staring down at the busy city below, violet eyes scanning for his next meal. He came to settle on a person who looked to be your average teen, but the blonde ancient could tell he was a modern vampire born of an ancient's blood. Grinning, he jumped from the building, landing effortlessly in the alley.
Dragging his tongue across his lips, the blonde ancient moved into the crowd. His keen nose picked up the scent of the teen he was tracking. Moving swiftly, quickly, his body molded between people within the crowd as he moved unseen. After following him for many streets, he turned into the park, following his prey.
The teen stopped in the middle of the park and turned, glaring at Marik. He went to shout at him, most of the things on his mind senseless obscenities, but stopped when the blonde bared his fangs. The ancient moved quickly, seemingly floating on his feet, sinking his teeth into his neck.
Marik sighed contently as his mouth filled with the coppery, red liquid. His lips moved against the boy's neck, drawing more and more blood from his struggling form. He pulled his teeth from his neck and pulled back, staring into the fearful eyes of his prey. The shock, pain, and complete fear shown only fueled his passion to completely drain the being. With a ferial grin, Marik attacked his throat, teeth ripping at the flesh.
The body stopped moving, and Marik released him, licking the still warm blood from his lips. "I thought we were looking for the pharaoh," Bakura commented, appearing a few feet behind Marik.
"I was hungry," Marik stated. "This place is crawling with mortals, more then they ever had back home in Egypt."
Bakura rolled his eyes. "Come, I think I found him," he stated, vanishing. Grinning, Marik followed, leaving the dead boy in the park.
Yami walked into the abandoned warehouse, looking around the empty space. The once pharaoh sighed, shoulders slumping. He could have sworn to Ra that he felt Bakura's presence in this building. Turning to leave, Yami glanced around once more then headed for the door.
Yami stopped suddenly, feeling ice cold breath on his neck. Cold fingers brushed against the back of his neck, combing through his hair. Lithe fingers curled around his hair, snapping his head back harshly. He remained calm as he felt a pair an enlarged canines graze his neck.
Bakura raked his fangs along the curve of Yami's neck, drawing of thin line of blood. He breathed in deeply, running his tongue along the incision before it closed. "Young Pharaoh, your blood tastes as sweet as ever," he commented with a breathy sigh, releasing his hold on Yami's hair.
Yami turned, ruby eyes on the other ancient. They stared at each other for a time before Marik appeared behind Bakura, walking up to the other ancient. "You've been searching for me, have you not?" Yami asked in ancient Egyptian.
Marik nodded. "Yes, we have been," he answered in the same language, a slight hiss in his voice. He moved out past Bakura, circling the smaller ancient, eyes going down the length of his body. "How could you? Siding with the same people who put us in the ground," he said with a hiss.
Yami turned to face him. "Marik, it's not like that!" he stated. "That was ages ago! It's different now! Vampires aren't feared anymore."
The blonde hissed dangerously at him. "I don't care!" he snapped.
"Marik, surely there's a reason for him siding with the little worms," Bakura stated.
Yami glared at Bakura. "They aren't worms! They're what we use to be!" he stated.
"Wrong!" Bakura shouted harshly. "They're nothing but pathetic little maggots, put here for us to toy with before we kill them!"
"No!" Yami yelled. "I won't let you use them!"
Marik grinned, pearly white teeth shining under the dull light. "Well that's just too bad," he commented, rushing at Yami. The ruby eyed ancient jumped into the air, landing on the second level stairs. The blonde haired ancient was right behind him. Yami took off down the metal staircase, only to have Bakura in his way.
This was just like their old training sessions, Yami remembered. Somehow, he always ended up surrounded then, just like now. Glancing between the two, the ancient pharaoh tried to remember the advice they once gave him if he were ever in this situation. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember it, and even if he could, he was sure they did too.
"No where to run, no where to hide," Marik said, advancing on Yami. The blonde haired ancient's eyes burned with a hatred the smallest ancient had never seen. Violet eyes matched the sun with searing intensity, burning a hole into his head as they stared each other down.
"Yami!" Three heads snapped in the direction of the shouts, three sets of eyes settling on the door the opened, giving way to the four teens standing behind it. "I know he went in here!" Yugi stated as he entered the warehouse.
Marik turned his attention back to Yami. "You let a mortal find out your name," he hissed dangerously.
Bakura growled, grabbing Yami by a handful of hair roughly. "Get rid of them," he ordered.
"No!" Yami shouted, backhanding Bakura, sending the ancient into the wall.
Yugi's head snapped to attention, eyes wondering towards the source of the sound. "Yami!" he shouted at the ancient.
"Malik! Get him out of here!" Yami ordered, jumping down to the level below. The ancient vampire ran towards the four hunters, ready to usher them from the building.
Bakura appeared between Yami and the group. "I don't think so, Pharaoh!" he hissed dangerously. Marik appeared facing the group, eyes narrowed, fangs bared. His composure changed, however, taking notice of three of the group members. Reaching behind himself, the blonde grasped the other ancient's shoulder and spun him around. "What?" Bakura demanded, glaring. He followed Marik's line of sight, scanning the three. His eyes narrowed in confusion as he stared.
Marik slowly walked over towards Malik, taking long, graceful steps. Violet met violet in a heated gaze, the smaller blonde unable to turn his head away. The ancient walked slowly around Malik, eyes scanning the hunter's lithe frame, toned muscles, tan skin. Reaching out, the blonde ancient ran long fingers over Malik's neck. Spinning on his heels, Malik moved away from Marik's hand, bringing a dagger up to cut open his wrist. Grinning, Marik brought his wrist to his lips, dragging his tongue along the wound as it closed.
Bakura advanced on Ryou, who, for every step the ancient took towards him, he took one back. The ancient grinned, vanishing, appearing behind the small hunter. Ryou tensed, feeling cold breath on the back of his neck. Calloused fingers danced over his neck, brushing lightly, exploring.
"Intriguing," Marik commented, stepping away from Malik.
"Very," Bakura agreed, walking over to Marik. "Now, get them out of here," he ordered Marik.
Marik nodded, advancing towards them. Malik took up a defensive position, glaring at the blonde ancient. Elegant eyebrows arched in question, a grin breaking out on his face. "Do you really think you can stop me?" he questioned of the blonde hunter.
"I've taken out bigger vampires then you," Malik hissed.
Marik smirked. "Young one, you should understand, I'm much stronger then any modern you've ever encountered," he explained.
Malik glared, lunging for the ancient. Marik was so focused on Malik he failed to notice Joey coming up behind him. The blonde hunter pulled a dagger from his back pocket, jamming it into Marik's back while Malik forced his blade into Marik's chest. The blonde vampire let out a loud, painful hiss, pulling away from the two hunters.
Bakura's head snapped in Marik's direction, fangs bared as he hissed dangerously, advancing on them. Yami appeared between them, pushing Bakura back. "I won't let you hurt them," he said.
"Then you die along side them," Bakura hissed, picking Yami up and sending him through the air. The ancient landed on his shoulder, sliding on the cold floor. The white haired ancient went over to Marik, pulling the dagger from his back while the blonde pulled the one from his chest.
Marik hissed dangerously, glaring at Malik and Joey. "I'll be back for the two of you," he threatened, vanishing along with Bakura.
Yami sighed, standing. "Let's get out of here," he said.
"Why do they hate you?" Yugi asked.
Yami shook his head. "I'll explain it all later," he said. "Now, get your asses home," he ordered. Nodding, Ryou, Yugi, and Joey left without a word. Malik sent a questioning glance in Yami's direction, following after his friends.
