Chapter 3: Hunt
Author's Note: Never fear, Chibizoo! This fic shall not be like yours! I hope. Yours was great though, and to readers looking for a good read, look at Club 0013. That one was great! Of course, other Chibizoo works are just as spectacular, and I suggest you take a peek.
Anyways, I don't own Yugioh; so don't bother suing. I just got my braces, and I'm sure they add on to the pain inflicted by teeth upon flesh.
(Still Yami's Perspective, about 3:00AM)
I silently exited the puzzle, careful not to wake the sleeping boy wearing it. I smiled, remembering the argument Yugi and his grandpa had had. Yugi had insisted on keeping the puzzle around his neck, but obviously, this idea didn't go too well with his grandfather. Not that it mattered, because Yugi won the argument.
As I was about to step out of the room, I paused for a moment to admire the sleeping form on the bed. He was so innocent, so unlike me. He didn't deserve what was coming for him. So much like my girls...
~~~Flashback~~~
After Clara and I had settled down, I managed to get a job as a watchman on night duty, where I had no contact with humans. It was the best I could do, and the meager money I made was enough to support the four of us, even if we didn't have all of the luxuries other families had.
One morning, coming home from work, I sensed that something was wrong the instant I left. Hurrying home, I was startled to find that from a distance, I could see smoke. As I neared the house, I could see that it was completely on fire. And a very familiar someone was waiting for me...
"You!" I snarled angrily.
Dakid merely chuckled. "I wouldn't take that tone of voice, Kyrik." He used his foot to nudge a limp form.
Anger turned into horror as the form rolled over to reveal my youngest daughter, Elodie. "What have you done, you monster?" Now that I was standing a few yards away, I could see my wife and other daughter, both sitting at his feet, bound, gagged, and sobbing. Elodie, however, was unmistakably dead.
"I wouldn't make threats, if I were you." Dakid sneered, and held up his hand. In it was a silver knife, already stained with the rust of dried blood.
"You... you wouldn't." I stammered, feeling the color draining out of my face.
"Oh, but wouldn't I?" He grinned suddenly, a maniacal grin that seemed to light up his features, though not in a good way. "You have no clue what I'm capable of!" He lunged suddenly, picking up the small form of Alexis.
"Daddy!" She sobbed, regardless of the gags that muffled her speech. Dakid pressed the blade to her throat, digging until he drew blood.
"Let go of her!" I practically screamed. "Is this how far you've sunk, that you'd attack innocent children?"
Dakid smirked, and pressed harder. I will never forget Alexis's scream. It pierced through the morning like the knife at her throat, freezing the very blood that ran through my immortal veins. The blood dripped slowly off of her pale neck, and on to tanned fingers. Dakid looked momentarily surprised, but that was gone in an instant. He lifted the hand up to his mouth, and lapped hungrily at the blood. He was drinking the blood of my daughter, whom he had just murdered cruelly. He was drinking my daughter's blood.
My girls were gone. Even though they were vampires, immortal like their parents, vampires can be killed. Not by a normal weapon though. Silver would definitely kill us, but anything else would heal soon enough.
I glared at the vampire in front of me. Big mistake: he still had my wife. Before my widened eyes, he bent over once more, and then, my wife was gone. Everybody who I'd ever truly cared for, gone within a matter of minutes. Shock hit me like an anvil, or perhaps it was only the blade he threw at me.
It dug deep into my chest, and he giggled. Giggled! He giggled at me, lying in the dust as the life seeped out of my being. How dare he giggle?
I glared at him. "You haven't seen the last of me. Out of my pocket, I pulled out a wooden box. Inside were the pieces to a puzzle that my father had given me. I was going to give it to one of my girls, but they were gone. Instead, I summoned the last bit of strength I had, and sealed my soul within it. As my body died, the pieces scattered and flew away. I knew nothing more.
~~~End Flashback~~~
I pushed the thoughts of the past away, angry with myself for dwelling in it. I left the room, still fuming, to hunt for the first time since I had been sealed away.
(Later)
I crouched on the rooftop during the pre-dawn hours. Nobody could see me, as the moon was but a sliver in the sky. Not that there was anybody who bothered looking up. The few people that went by this area were hurriedly getting home, as if they sensed the danger that was nearby. If only they knew.
I almost chuckled to myself as I found the perfect victim. Strolling casually, he didn't appear to be nervous at all. He looked to be in good shape, which would be easier for me. The chubby ones had problems getting their heart to pump blood, and I ended up only getting a few mouthfuls. Even the stage was set, as the street was suddenly deserted but for this one ignorant man.
I leapt with ease, the muscles in my back legs propelling me forward and on to the street. I landed behind him with a soft thud, purposely made to alert the man.
"Huh?" He turned around and found himself face to face with a crouching shadow, ready to strike. I pushed him against the wall of the nearest building. "Who... who are you?" He stammered, finally becoming afraid. His heart was hammering in his chest. I grinned, revealing a set of pearly fangs, which glistened in the moonlight. I knew how he felt, more than he could have imagined, but that wasn't going to stop me from feeding.
"Is that really important?" I asked, voice taking on a conversational tone. Before he could respond, I plunged the fangs into his neck, finding his vein effortlessly. He didn't even have a chance to scream.
The tangy, metallic taste of blood mixed with the salty taste of sweat. I drank to my heart's content, knowing that I didn't have to leave any within the man. I wasn't planning on creating another vampire that might contest the food supply. I was merely hunting, and this was a complete kill.
A few moments later, the drained body slumped against the wall as I leapt back towards the game shop, casting an invisibility spell so that no probing eyes might see my figure in the brightening dawn.
Author's Note: Never fear, Chibizoo! This fic shall not be like yours! I hope. Yours was great though, and to readers looking for a good read, look at Club 0013. That one was great! Of course, other Chibizoo works are just as spectacular, and I suggest you take a peek.
Anyways, I don't own Yugioh; so don't bother suing. I just got my braces, and I'm sure they add on to the pain inflicted by teeth upon flesh.
(Still Yami's Perspective, about 3:00AM)
I silently exited the puzzle, careful not to wake the sleeping boy wearing it. I smiled, remembering the argument Yugi and his grandpa had had. Yugi had insisted on keeping the puzzle around his neck, but obviously, this idea didn't go too well with his grandfather. Not that it mattered, because Yugi won the argument.
As I was about to step out of the room, I paused for a moment to admire the sleeping form on the bed. He was so innocent, so unlike me. He didn't deserve what was coming for him. So much like my girls...
~~~Flashback~~~
After Clara and I had settled down, I managed to get a job as a watchman on night duty, where I had no contact with humans. It was the best I could do, and the meager money I made was enough to support the four of us, even if we didn't have all of the luxuries other families had.
One morning, coming home from work, I sensed that something was wrong the instant I left. Hurrying home, I was startled to find that from a distance, I could see smoke. As I neared the house, I could see that it was completely on fire. And a very familiar someone was waiting for me...
"You!" I snarled angrily.
Dakid merely chuckled. "I wouldn't take that tone of voice, Kyrik." He used his foot to nudge a limp form.
Anger turned into horror as the form rolled over to reveal my youngest daughter, Elodie. "What have you done, you monster?" Now that I was standing a few yards away, I could see my wife and other daughter, both sitting at his feet, bound, gagged, and sobbing. Elodie, however, was unmistakably dead.
"I wouldn't make threats, if I were you." Dakid sneered, and held up his hand. In it was a silver knife, already stained with the rust of dried blood.
"You... you wouldn't." I stammered, feeling the color draining out of my face.
"Oh, but wouldn't I?" He grinned suddenly, a maniacal grin that seemed to light up his features, though not in a good way. "You have no clue what I'm capable of!" He lunged suddenly, picking up the small form of Alexis.
"Daddy!" She sobbed, regardless of the gags that muffled her speech. Dakid pressed the blade to her throat, digging until he drew blood.
"Let go of her!" I practically screamed. "Is this how far you've sunk, that you'd attack innocent children?"
Dakid smirked, and pressed harder. I will never forget Alexis's scream. It pierced through the morning like the knife at her throat, freezing the very blood that ran through my immortal veins. The blood dripped slowly off of her pale neck, and on to tanned fingers. Dakid looked momentarily surprised, but that was gone in an instant. He lifted the hand up to his mouth, and lapped hungrily at the blood. He was drinking the blood of my daughter, whom he had just murdered cruelly. He was drinking my daughter's blood.
My girls were gone. Even though they were vampires, immortal like their parents, vampires can be killed. Not by a normal weapon though. Silver would definitely kill us, but anything else would heal soon enough.
I glared at the vampire in front of me. Big mistake: he still had my wife. Before my widened eyes, he bent over once more, and then, my wife was gone. Everybody who I'd ever truly cared for, gone within a matter of minutes. Shock hit me like an anvil, or perhaps it was only the blade he threw at me.
It dug deep into my chest, and he giggled. Giggled! He giggled at me, lying in the dust as the life seeped out of my being. How dare he giggle?
I glared at him. "You haven't seen the last of me. Out of my pocket, I pulled out a wooden box. Inside were the pieces to a puzzle that my father had given me. I was going to give it to one of my girls, but they were gone. Instead, I summoned the last bit of strength I had, and sealed my soul within it. As my body died, the pieces scattered and flew away. I knew nothing more.
~~~End Flashback~~~
I pushed the thoughts of the past away, angry with myself for dwelling in it. I left the room, still fuming, to hunt for the first time since I had been sealed away.
(Later)
I crouched on the rooftop during the pre-dawn hours. Nobody could see me, as the moon was but a sliver in the sky. Not that there was anybody who bothered looking up. The few people that went by this area were hurriedly getting home, as if they sensed the danger that was nearby. If only they knew.
I almost chuckled to myself as I found the perfect victim. Strolling casually, he didn't appear to be nervous at all. He looked to be in good shape, which would be easier for me. The chubby ones had problems getting their heart to pump blood, and I ended up only getting a few mouthfuls. Even the stage was set, as the street was suddenly deserted but for this one ignorant man.
I leapt with ease, the muscles in my back legs propelling me forward and on to the street. I landed behind him with a soft thud, purposely made to alert the man.
"Huh?" He turned around and found himself face to face with a crouching shadow, ready to strike. I pushed him against the wall of the nearest building. "Who... who are you?" He stammered, finally becoming afraid. His heart was hammering in his chest. I grinned, revealing a set of pearly fangs, which glistened in the moonlight. I knew how he felt, more than he could have imagined, but that wasn't going to stop me from feeding.
"Is that really important?" I asked, voice taking on a conversational tone. Before he could respond, I plunged the fangs into his neck, finding his vein effortlessly. He didn't even have a chance to scream.
The tangy, metallic taste of blood mixed with the salty taste of sweat. I drank to my heart's content, knowing that I didn't have to leave any within the man. I wasn't planning on creating another vampire that might contest the food supply. I was merely hunting, and this was a complete kill.
A few moments later, the drained body slumped against the wall as I leapt back towards the game shop, casting an invisibility spell so that no probing eyes might see my figure in the brightening dawn.