Sacred Soul – Sequel to Dark Blue
Chapter 9: Temptation
Two drops of spilt blood were to blame. As soon as they hit the floor, the scent triggered a plethora of urges within the young vampire, two doors down the hall. Bakura tossed restlessly on the golden bed. He had managed to behave himself the entire way back to the mansion, the unfamiliar scent of Demi lingering in the air like some cruel test of strength.
Bakura smothered his face into the feather pillow, trying desperately to think of something, anything to distract him.
Why the hell had it even been two days since he had last fed? Didn't he have an unlimited resource just a kiss away? He thought of asking Malik, and then bit his tongue before he could say the words. That would be embarrassing. He hated showing even the slightest sign of weakness.
He groaned silently into the pillow, giving into the delicious, forbidden thoughts.
Deep into his scarlet colored fantasy, he was suddenly snapped back to present.
"I know what you're thinking, you blood thirsty leech." Malik's voice caught him off guard. Bakura growled in response.
"Then why the hell am I still starving, if you knew I was hungry!?" Malik debated this for a moment.
"If you lend me some of your ka, I'll be happy to feed you. But I would like to see Nanae, alone, before you drain me dry." Bakura's eyebrows arched up in a peak of interest.
"What business do you have with that traitor that I can't be a part of?"
"That's none of your concern. But I assure you, I just want to talk with her. I've… Missed her."
An unfamiliar twinge of jealousy jolted through Bakura's chest.
"What do you mean, you've missed her? And why can't I be there, what are you hiding?"
Malik sighed.
"Fine, if you're not interested… Forget it. But I thought you were starving." Malik appeared instantaneously on the bed next to the famished demon. He non-chalantly pulled back his sandy hair, exposing the opaque, copper flesh of his neck. He shot a seductive look at Bakura.
"Do you still not want—" Malik's sentence was silenced as the vampire leaped, unhesitating onto the boy ghost. He pushed his tongue inside the cool mist of the boy's mouth, without permission. Mere seconds passed before the weight of the pull tore at his unprotected soul. The familiar ripping sensation took prelude to the hollow numbness that followed.
The boy warmed quickly beneath him in becoming complete. Bakura's head spun as he grew drunk off the scent of his favorite blood. Malik smiled and quickly, while the vampire was still in a dizzy haze, slipped out from under him and walked towards the closed bedroom door.
"I'll be back soon, and then you'll have your banquet."
Sobering quickly from the realization that his prey was fast escaping, Bakura jumped from the bed and reached for the Egyptian boy. He snagged his wrist, stopping Malik quickly in his tracks.
"No. Not later. Now." Malik, his back still turned toward his pursuer, briefly attempted breaking free. "Why do you go to her… Don't you still, desire me?" Bakura's plea's echoed in the boy's ears. Malik's voice suddenly became strained, as if trying to prevent his true emotions from surfacing.
"I'm not stupid… I heard what you were thinking when you met that boy tonight. It's obvious you desire his blood as much as mine. Why don't you just make him your slave?!"
"Is that what you think? That I desire him?"
"I know it. I heard your thoughts, so why don't you just leave me alone." Bakura tightened his grip on the boy's frail wrist. He fought back the urge to consume, trying his best to make peace.
"You idiot… You really assume I think so little of you? Do you not realize I am giving you half of my soul anytime you request it, simply because I want to help you?"
"Only because you want blood in return. Don't lie." Malik's voice broke. Embarrassed, his head fell to the floor in an effort to hide his face.
"Wrong. If that's all I wanted, I would have killed you long ago."
"Then what more do you want from me?! Is this all I'll ever be to you? Just a blood slave?!" The delicious tears fell wasted to the floor. Bakura felt the boy's pulse quicken, beneath his forceful grip.
"Malik… I…--"
Bakura stopped suddenly as the boy unexpectedly broke free of his tight grasp. Unknowingly, the struggle had scratched the surface of a certain copper skinned, delicate wrist, exposing a thin line of ruby liquid to the surrounding air. The pungent scent leaked from the open wound, directly impaling its target.
"I'm going to see Nanae, I—"
Carnal instinct took hold, exposing the vampire's true nature. Bakura pushed him, face first against the wall by the bedroom door. He grabbed each of his victim's wrists, thrusting them roughly against the hard, horizontal surface. The air that flowed from Malik's lips as he gasped, tasted especially sweet, enhanced with the flavor of the blood inside him.
"Stop! Your hurting me!"
Bakura, guided solely by impulse, bit down hard at the base of his prey's neck. His teeth sunk slowly into the flesh of the boy's shoulder, leaving deep lacerations that soon filled with a mixture of blood and venom.
Malik gasped again as the sharp pain radiated throughout his neck and back. Slowly, it tingled and ebbed away, replaced by a golden warmth that brought with it a pleasant, euphorian bliss. He heard the suckling pants of the ravenous demon, as he lapped greedily at the lush, crimson fluid.
Malik moaned unwillingly, as he felt Bakura's body thrust into him from behind. The pale hands released the boy's wrists and strayed playfully to his neck and pants. Expert fingers deftly undid the iron buckle of the boy's belt. His hand softly stroked the fragile, bronze throat of the reluctant boy.
Malik moaned haughtily in protest, his open mouth salivating from the chemical ecstasy flowing freely inside his veins. The vampire's sensual touch was relentless, and though the boy especially craved it, his anger continued to dwell, swelling until finally, it peaked.
The weak boy pushed back against the demon, dislodging the snowy teeth from his wounded throat. He turned slowly, gasping for air and trying with difficulty to stay fully conscious. In a pathetic attempt, he brought up his left hand and delivered a feeble slap to the vampire's right cheek. Bakura stood facing the distressed boy, bemused, the sweet taste of blood lingering on his tongue.
"I hate you Bakura! I hate you!" Braced by the wall, the distraught boy slid slowly down to the floor, before falling completely unconscious…
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Renn awoke to the enticing aroma of berries and cream. She rubbed her eyes, yawned, and walked over to the cherry wood table standing by the door. Placed atop a beautiful, white lace cloth, was the loveliest cake she had ever seen. 15 lit candles adorned the sweet cream frosting, interspersed with decadent, scarlet fleshed strawberries. Her favorite.
"Make a wish."
Renn turned, stunned, to the gorgeous CEO leaning casually against the doorframe. He flashed a pained, but most amazing smile down at her. Renn felt an odd shiver of warmth radiate in her heart. Confused by an emotion she couldn't place, she continued to peer up at the unfamiliar face.
"For me?"
Kaiba nodded.
"You'd better blow out those candles, or you'll lose your chance." Renn suddenly beamed up at him. A warm, dazzling smile that melted the remains of his damaged heart.
"I wish that me and Demi are together forever!" Renn bent, oblivious of the bleeding soul breaking before her, and blew out the glowing flames.
Kaiba strained to forge a believable smile.
"Renn… Before you eat your cake, I would like to give you my gift." Renn paused, staring up at the broken blue of his eyes.
"Gift?" She blinked, tilting her head to the side in confusion.
"You don't turn 15 everyday." Kaiba smiled warmly. He grabbed her hand gently and led her out of the room and down the long hall.
"Um… Where's Demi?" Renn peered around nervously. Kaiba flinched as she said his name.
"He's still asleep, but I promise you can see him soon." Renn smiled again, adding another needle to the cracked wall of his broken core.
Hands still intertwined, Kaiba opened the oak door of a large music room. He towed Renn lightly inside and sat her down in a plush, leather chair.
"Now close your eyes, and no peeking." Renn obeyed, a small smile turning up the corner of her ruby lips.
It was silent for 10 more seconds, and then she heard the beautiful tenor of the grand piano's ivory keys.
Renn's eyes flew open, staring in wonder at the sad twenty-three year old, sitting focused at the piano.
The delicate melody echoed warmly off the walls of the elaborate room, entranced, Renn couldn't tear her smoldering gaze from the melancholy composer.
She had heard the beautiful song somewhere before, and the emptiness that clouded her thoughts quickly turned to a longing sorrow.
The soft notes climaxed and came to a tender end, leaving behind a whisper of tranquility in the silent air.
"Why do you cry?"
Renn looked up from her memory less daze. She touched her cheek and sure enough, there was a single, salty tear.
"I… I've heard that song before. It's so familiar, but I can't remember…"
"We danced to it, many times. I taught you to waltz to this melody." Kaiba extended a pale yet graceful hand, his long fingers softly embracing the silence. "Come here, I'll show you."
Renn rose fluidly from the comfort of the plush chair, walking the short distance to the lacquered piano, as if beckoned by an invisible call.
She stopped in front of the ivory keys, facing Kaiba uncertainly. The young man rose lithely, his chestnut hair falling in layered pieces over his cerulean eyes. A mixture of muddled notes hit the air, as Kaiba pushed Renn gently against the warm, satin keys. The light pressure of his hips against hers, flushed the snowy skin of her cheeks.
Kaiba took both of her hands, intricately intertwining his fingers with her own. He raised each one slowly to his lips, placing a delicate kiss in each palm. A surge of electric tingles radiated from every touch of his lips, spreading like wild fire up her wrists and through her arms.
"Happy Birthday, my love."
Renn opened her mouth, silent words lingering on her tongue, forbidden thoughts dancing through her mind.
"S… Se… to…" She whispered his name, a small spark of recognition lighting the fire in her sullen eyes.
"Get away from her!" Demi sauntered swiftly into the room, breathing hard. "Or behold the true wrath of my ultimate power." His teal eyes seethed with a poisonous rage.
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Sakura Kiss
I see you come, I watch you go
You never seem to leave me though
So is this love, or fate we'll see
You're making me crazy
In my dreams it's all I see
All I see is you and me
So if I have to choose a rose, from this garden of romance
maybe we can take this chance
maybe your my love
and I would like to find
A hand like yours to take mine, and we'll both kiss
We could stop time
and I'll fall in love with you
Tomorrow's far away
Let's place our hopes in today
Just you and me, in a beautiful spring
Where we'll always, fall in love again
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Well, I think Malik has officially entered Lolita territory, but I must say, I had a blast writing this chapter. This entire chapter is about 6 typed pages in Microsoft word, and I busted it out in about two hours. That's the fastest I've ever written a full chapter, and I hope more follow suit. : )
As an added bonus (because I love my readers so much) here is the song that Kaiba played for Renn! I hope you enjoy it.
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http://www. youtube .com/watch?v=6keQjpo09Ko&feature=related
See you as soon as I finish Chapter 10: Phenomenon
