Amaya sat and observed Ayaka cheerfully talking to Atem and Yami Bakura's threats pointed at snickering Marik over her cup of hot coco. They decided to trust her. But she isn't a fool. She's a monster. And if she'd be put in their shoes … she wouldn't trust herself completely.

Amy bit her lip. No cure for vampirism, so she said. So Yussi said, long ago. The only way to save her … is to kill her. NOT AN OPTION. Immortal or not, she was still afraid of dying. Feeling her lip was starting to hurt, she bit it harder, suddenly full of anger. What the fuck! Yami Bakura and Yami Malik, even Atem are fucking immortal, two of them are pshycos who have killed, physically and mentally tortured and mutilated so many people, probably even more that no one but themselves know about! And that hypocrite Atem! When he was released from Sennen Puzzle at first, he forced people to go insane. That too is a serious, disturbing and immoral CRIME.

So let's get things straight: the gang hangs around perfectly carefree with two people who might snap at anytime and cut off their arms and legs and eat it, because they enjoy massacres, torturing and blood, and a guy who says he's a hero, but has the power to alter, mind control, mind crush and totally fuck up your mentality,

but they're deadly afraid of her, who have become a vampire and only needs two glasses of blood once a week?

Suddenly Amaya was disgusted with how they treated her. And the two Yamis, who were supposed to be bad to the bone, bad asses, worse than Satan, are keeping her at a distance? She bit her lip even harder. Helplessly, childishly, she wanted to scream, scream her dead heart out to STOP JUDGING HER, SHE'S NO DIFFERENT THEN BEFORE, YOU WALK AROUND WITH PSYCOS WHO WOULD EAT YOUR BRAIN, BUT YOU WANT TO AVOID ME!

The soft skin of her painful lip finally gave in. As soon as her own blood dripped down on her tongue ...

Ouch.

Coco got spilled. Amaya gripped her stomach. Nobody noticed anything. Hungry, she was hungry.

Another horrible, painful cramp washed over her stomach. Quickly, she got up, leaving coco spilled on the table. Murmuring she needs to use the bathroom, she almost ran out. Nobody even looked at her; they were to busy and too loud. Even as she was two rooms away from them, she could still hear their heartbeats and blood rushing up and down, up and down, up and down …

Her sight grew dim, everything was blurred, from a distance she thought she heard front door open. Another visitor? Weakness inside of her grew, so did pain, she could no longer walk, but crawl up the stairs, hoping she'd reach her room and lock herself in it, though that wouldn't do any good …

Heartbeat again. Growling louder. Blood rushing up and down, up and down, up and down … familiar scent … arms around her shoulders … the person was too close, too close … she was being lifted and carried somewhere … too close … warm, really warm, almost hot skin … suddenly smelled like … her favourite … food …

Then it all happened so fast. She sunk her teeth into something soft, nice, warm, delicious … and sucked, sucked, sucked …

Slowly, she began o see more clearly, her mind was more sharp and her stomach almost full …NO! No! I don't want to kill!

With horrible effort, she tore herself off her victim, who fell on her knees, weak and almost dead. Amaya's face was completely wet; from sweat, from tears, from blood. Looking around, she saw her poor victim took her in her room and closed the door. With shaking hand, she covered her bloody lips and began to cry uncontrollably, rocking herself back and forth, trying to comfort herself, while watching lifeless boy on her legs. After dazed ten minutes, she lifted him up in her arms, strenght being her strong point as a vampiress, and carried him to the bed, covering his body with a sheet. Sitting down beside his lying form, she hugged herself and tried to wipe never-ending tears with still shaking hands from her eyes.

Amaya knew he wasn't dead, she pulled away right before the fatal would happen … but when innocent and sweet Bakura wakes up, how will she explain to him that she accidentally turned him into a vampire?

And … will others now want to kill her? But she didn't know it was going to be like this! She didn't! She needs to learn how to control fast before …

She crashed on Bakura's chest and began to cry again. If only his chest would be moving, like it used to …

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»Dammit, you fucking psycos!« screamed Ayaka when table got knocked over, spilling all their hot cocos and even breaking two of the cups. Yami Malik has obviously gone to far and Yami Bakura snapped, thus the knocked table. Atem offered to help Aya clean, while guys responsible for this mess were sitting on their chairs, arms crossed, and after long hour of bickering this whole time, they suddenly joined forces in taunting Pharaoh for cleaning with 'how good apron looks on you!' and 'I always wanted to see you on your knees, Pharaoh, that's where you belong.'

Atem's face got more and more red with each comment, and Aya knew he was going to explode soon and there'll be even more chaos, so she quickly suggested: »Okay guys, you go now, I need to get some sleep … oh, Amy already went to bed …«

»No, Ayaka,« interrupted her Atem, wipping the last spilled drops of coco, then looking her straight in the eyes with serious expression, »I think it's … for the better, if I stay here. I can lay on the couch.«

Yami Bakura and Yami Malik stopped snickering. Aya raised an eyebrow. »Why?« Atem looked uncomfortable. »Just … you know … just in case …« He casually nodded his head up towards the ceiling, in the rough direction of Amaya's room above them.

»Yeah, listen Egyptian prince, with all respect I think Amaya will not go loco on me and-«

»No way,« yelled Yami Malik, »now that she's a vampire, she's perfect for us to use in taking over the worl-OUCH!« Yami Bakura punched him in the face, then smiled an innocent smile, the one they usually saw on normal Bakura. »Don't mind him! Don't mind him! Anyway, Pharaoh, you're as weak as a girl, no offense,« he added as Ayaka burst in flames, »if you're staying, so are we!«

So he said it, so it was. Ayaka was so tired she didn't even bother to check where the boys will sleep, hoping when she wakes up, the house will still be standing. Only know, when she was alone with herself, her thoughts were haunting her again. Is she moving too fast? He hadn't confessed to her yet, they shared … well, nothing together haven't been on date or anything, yet she already proposed to him immortality? Was she being selfish? Wanting him to spend eternity with her, like he was her toy, without considering his emotions, wants and needs? If he'd become immortal … he'd watch Mokuba grow old and die …

As she passed Amaya's door, she knocked on it absent-minded, trying hard to conceal she was on the verge of crying: »Amy, are you ok?«

»Yeah, just … tired … I'll fall asleep soon,« answered broken and weak voice. Aya only half listened, her mind full of painful thoughts and memories. She kept torturing herself with reasons why someone she loves doesn't feel the same way. Did she do something wrong? When?

Locking door to her room (just in case Yami Malik gets any perverted ideas), she slidded of her clothes and went to bed in her underwear. Covering her face, she let the tears fall … her eyes felt so sore …

Soft, light blue colour all around her. It seems like … like she's floating! Turning her head all around, she saw nothing but brilliant shade of blue. This has to be a dream! And without thinking, answer came naturally to her in Fredericka's warm voice: Congratulations, young fairy! You have discovered another one of your powers; dream channeling. You can make your own dreams, and visit others in their dreams, and create theirs!

She can make her own dreams? Sweet! Maybe she should pay a visit to Yami Malik, give him a nightmare … No. Ayaka suddenly turned serious. There's only one whose dreams I want to visit tonight …

She closed her eyes and clapped her hands together, concentrating hard on Seto Kaiba … Seto Kaiba … Seto Kaiba … Seto Kaiba …

She felt atmosphere around her changed. All of the sudden, she was in a huge auditorium, sitting in a row where people were cheering and screaming. Before her there was a duel going on. Atem versus Seto Kaiba, and it seemed Kaiba was victorious, while Atem looked sad … Ayaka sweatdropped. Seriously, what else did she expect?

Wow wait!c She can create others dreams, right? Why not … be a little spy and order Kaiba's sleeping mind to show her through a dream what he really thinks about her? She giggled, screamed »Go Seto!« to his direction, while he was setting a trap card, and clapped her hands together again.

First thing she felt was shock. The air around dropped a lot of degrees and she began shaking. It was unbeliveably cold. Then, she found herself in blackness. Not usual blackness; this one had depth. It felt like darkness will devour her if she will stare at it too long. Just before she wanted to close her eyes … she saw herself. Standing in the middle on darkness, illuminating soft light. She had, or rather, her clone had white wings. And she was smiling. Next to Ayaka-wannabe, was Seto. Without his white coat, only in his black pants and black sweater. And … oh my god! His eyes are black!

Kaiba's eyes were completely black. No whiteness, no blue colour, just black. And it seemed … it seemed like all this darkness was coming from him. He was the source of it. He had his back turned to fake Ayaka with wings, clearly not wanting to look at her. The real Aya gulped and float closer to them. Suddenly, Seto started to speak in very quiet, grave voice.

»I am, I am … a heavy heart to carry. My beloved will be weighed down, down. My arms will suffocate her, her … and my fingers will give her crown, crown.«

More darkness erupted from him, making fake Ayaka shiver as black fog gripped her wings. Seto continued.

»I am, I am a heavy heart to carry. She can't walk with me, with me, my feet are made of stone, stone. I'll take her to the river with me, with me, where I'll slowly let her drown, drown.«

More black fog gripped white wings and Ayaka watched how fear was spreading on her clone's face with uncomfortable feeling. The air is getting colder.

»My soul, my soul is made of concrete, my love is made out of iron, iron. Wrapped around her ankles, over the waterfall, waterfall. I am so heavy, heavy.«

Fake Ayaka began crying as black fog now gripped her body too.

»And is it worth the wait? All this killing time? Is she strong enough to stand, protecting her own heart … and mine?«

Dreadful scream pierced the darkness, as black fog violently tore white wings from fake Ayaka's body, making her fall to her knees, sobbing, shaking. Her back was bleeding. But Seto kept talking quietly, like he didn't hear a thing.

»Who is the betrayer? Who's the killer in the crowd? The one who creeps in corridors … and doesn't make a sound.«

The black fog gripped sobbing Ayaka and slided around her torso and neck like an evil black snake. The real Ayaka almost screamed out loud from frustration and horror.

»This will be my last confession.

'I love you' has never felt like blessing

if you whisper it in the ear like a secret

you only condemn the one who hears it

curse her with my heavy heart, heavy heart.«

Another piercing scream, Ayaka's clone screamed in agony as her body was torn apart piece by piece … only her head dropped on the floor. Eyes empty, half covered by thick red hair, full of blood. Seto turned and looked at the head with his awful black eyes. Then he picked it up, gently, and whispered in a voice, that was almost loving:

»I am, I am a heavy heart to carry … but she never let me down. When she had me in her arms, I felt so light, my feet didn't touch the ground.«

Then he kissed the head.

With silent scream, Ayaka opened her eyes. She was shaking and had a headache. Getting up from bed she wiped her face with first piece of clothing she found; she was crying.