This is chapter two, because some people told me to do it. Well, also
because I'm an insomniac. You should know that by now. I can't sleep. I
have way to many things to think about. Actually, the most sleep I've
gotten in one night was like . . . five hours. That isn't normal. Oh well.
That's me. So, on to chapter two of So I'm a Little Left of Center. Sheesh,
that title is way too long for me. Email or review if you have a better
one. Really, just a shorter one. Right, I'm starting now. Darn. I forgot
the disclaimer. Here goes. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Even though I wish I did.
There, happy now?
I have your love. I'm complete.
Malik looked over at the small coffin that held his love's sleeping body. His love. //Someone loves me.// he thought with a smile. It would be past dusk soon and she would be waking. He sighed and sat down to wait for her. He had always been an early riser. He woke nearly an hour before the others even felt the hunger nag at them. Malik wasn't sure whether to call that a curse or a blessing. He could see more of the sun than anyone else, but he was the only one that could see it.
He heard a soft whimpering sound and the sliding of stone across stone. She was awake. He walked over to her coffin and looked inside. He thought about how beautiful this child was, and the fact that she loved him. He couldn't get past that no matter how hard he tried. She was rubbing her eye sleepily as he helped her out of the coffin. She would have to eat soon. Then he realized that the sun was still setting in the distant western sky. She was awake, and the sun was still up. That realization hit him like a ton of bricks. The girl was amazing. He wasn't the only one anymore. He had someone to be with. Someone that wanted to be with him. Wanted him. That had definitely never happened before.
She smiled up at him and stood up. Slowly she walked towards him and slid her arms around his small waist. She held him there until he pulled her away. He gave her a questioning look, but didn't explain himself. With vampires, they have a telepathic link to other vampires, but there is a draw back. If you make another vampire, you can't read their thoughts. It's almost like there is a mental brick wall built around the other's thoughts.
"Why are you awake?" he asked as she put her head on his shoulder. "The sun isn't set, you should be asleep still."
"I was hungry." It was a simple enough answer.
"You *should* eat something, after all, you've only had my blood. I bet you only ten percent of that blood is mine." He said with a serious nod to his head.
She giggled. "Well, whoever's blood that was, I liked it."
"Well then, we should go find you something to eat."
He took her hand and led her up a flight of stairs. She looked around the large house that he was leading her through. There were several others in the house, she could hear them, but she couldn't see any one else. She was about to ask Malik why she could feel them and hear them, but they were already outside. She gasped when she saw the lights and the colors. She saw everything in a different perspective than she had before he made her. inanimate objects seemed to have a life of their own, living people were naught but a heart beat. She could smell the drugs in the lazy men lounging on street corners. She could feel the sex emanating from the rooms high above the streets. She could taste the alcohol in the people they passed.
Malik led her to a small stairway that went down to a door. The bouncer that was stationed in front of it stopped Malik. He was a tall man, heavyset. He wasn't fat by any means. He looked to be pure muscle. Ryou shivered from behind Malik. He scared her. Malik sensed her fear and put a reassuring arm around her shoulders. He spoke to the bouncer briefly then walked into the club with Ryou. She looked around at the mass of bodies on the dance floor. She had been here once, but she couldn't fully remember that time now. It was gone from her memory. Just like her past, and her family, and her life before she saw Malik. But she didn't care. She was happier the way she was now. No one could hurt her now. She was immortal. She was in love. She was happy.
Malik looked around at the people dancing to the beat driven music. There were hundreds of them here, all gathered together on the small floor. No one suspected that death watched them from the darkened corners of the club. They were blissfully oblivious to the two forms watching them. Ryou walked to the dance floor pulling Malik closely behind her. She wouldn't know what to do if she lost him. She would starve. She would walk into the fire if she didn't have him. He felt her worry and wrapped an arm around her small stomach. She leaned back into his touch and laid her head on his shoulder.
Soon she heard a strong heartbeat and walked towards it. It was coming from a small boy sitting on a stool reading by the lights that hung over the bar. She looked up to Malik to see if it was OK to go after him. He nodded and she went up to him. Malik made sure to stay close to her, while looking for his own meal. The little boy looked up at Ryou and smiled. She seemed nice. Little did he know what she was capable of doing.
"Hello little boy. What are you doing here?" She asked as she watched him looking at her.
"My brother works here. I'm with him."
"Shouldn't you be home? You never know what kind of evil things come out at night."
"What are you saying? I come here all the time. Nothing ever happens." He tried to defend himself. He was getting uncomfortable. But then he looked into her eyes. That was a mistake. She read his mind about his fears, and manipulated it so that he trusted her. She took his hand and led him to the back door of the club. She was no longer afraid of losing Malik, he was right behind her. She walked until she found a small enclosed area in the alley. She backed the child up against a wall and smiled at him. He looked at her with questioning eyes. But he never got a chance to question her. She knelt down in front of him and tilted his head to the side. Slowly his world faded away. She felt his skin tear beneath her teeth as the sweet blood poured into her mouth. It was like nectar. She drank from the boy until his heart slowed. She dropped his body and fell to the floor. Malik ran up behind her and caught her in his arms.
"What's the matter?" he asked her as he ran his hands through her silky hair.
"He was only a child." She started sobbing.
"He wasn't a child. He merely looked like it. If you had looked closely enough you would see that he had no innocence left. He just grew up to fast." Malik explained to his terrified love.
"Does that truly justify it?" she asked as she began to calm herself.
"Yes my love, it does."
"Then why do I still feel so terrible?"
"You still have a heart. That will never leave you, even if you don't have the organ itself." Malik whispered in her ear as she slowly drifted off.
"Malik," she whispered to the ever changing winds around her. "I love you."
There. Another chapter. Are you happy now? Stupid human propaganda. I'm sorry that it's taken forever to get this out, but I've been busy trying to catch my sanity. He left me a while back, can you tell? Well, you've (hopefully) already read this, so now you just have to review. If you're nice to me and say that you like it . . . then I'll write another chapter. For anyone that happens to be interested, chapter ten of Why Do You Hate Me? Will be up shortly. As soon as I write it. I am doing a sequel. I have lots of ideas. Heh, heh, heh. Beware Yami Malik and Yami Bakura! Anyway. R&R. Ja!
I have your love. I'm complete.
Malik looked over at the small coffin that held his love's sleeping body. His love. //Someone loves me.// he thought with a smile. It would be past dusk soon and she would be waking. He sighed and sat down to wait for her. He had always been an early riser. He woke nearly an hour before the others even felt the hunger nag at them. Malik wasn't sure whether to call that a curse or a blessing. He could see more of the sun than anyone else, but he was the only one that could see it.
He heard a soft whimpering sound and the sliding of stone across stone. She was awake. He walked over to her coffin and looked inside. He thought about how beautiful this child was, and the fact that she loved him. He couldn't get past that no matter how hard he tried. She was rubbing her eye sleepily as he helped her out of the coffin. She would have to eat soon. Then he realized that the sun was still setting in the distant western sky. She was awake, and the sun was still up. That realization hit him like a ton of bricks. The girl was amazing. He wasn't the only one anymore. He had someone to be with. Someone that wanted to be with him. Wanted him. That had definitely never happened before.
She smiled up at him and stood up. Slowly she walked towards him and slid her arms around his small waist. She held him there until he pulled her away. He gave her a questioning look, but didn't explain himself. With vampires, they have a telepathic link to other vampires, but there is a draw back. If you make another vampire, you can't read their thoughts. It's almost like there is a mental brick wall built around the other's thoughts.
"Why are you awake?" he asked as she put her head on his shoulder. "The sun isn't set, you should be asleep still."
"I was hungry." It was a simple enough answer.
"You *should* eat something, after all, you've only had my blood. I bet you only ten percent of that blood is mine." He said with a serious nod to his head.
She giggled. "Well, whoever's blood that was, I liked it."
"Well then, we should go find you something to eat."
He took her hand and led her up a flight of stairs. She looked around the large house that he was leading her through. There were several others in the house, she could hear them, but she couldn't see any one else. She was about to ask Malik why she could feel them and hear them, but they were already outside. She gasped when she saw the lights and the colors. She saw everything in a different perspective than she had before he made her. inanimate objects seemed to have a life of their own, living people were naught but a heart beat. She could smell the drugs in the lazy men lounging on street corners. She could feel the sex emanating from the rooms high above the streets. She could taste the alcohol in the people they passed.
Malik led her to a small stairway that went down to a door. The bouncer that was stationed in front of it stopped Malik. He was a tall man, heavyset. He wasn't fat by any means. He looked to be pure muscle. Ryou shivered from behind Malik. He scared her. Malik sensed her fear and put a reassuring arm around her shoulders. He spoke to the bouncer briefly then walked into the club with Ryou. She looked around at the mass of bodies on the dance floor. She had been here once, but she couldn't fully remember that time now. It was gone from her memory. Just like her past, and her family, and her life before she saw Malik. But she didn't care. She was happier the way she was now. No one could hurt her now. She was immortal. She was in love. She was happy.
Malik looked around at the people dancing to the beat driven music. There were hundreds of them here, all gathered together on the small floor. No one suspected that death watched them from the darkened corners of the club. They were blissfully oblivious to the two forms watching them. Ryou walked to the dance floor pulling Malik closely behind her. She wouldn't know what to do if she lost him. She would starve. She would walk into the fire if she didn't have him. He felt her worry and wrapped an arm around her small stomach. She leaned back into his touch and laid her head on his shoulder.
Soon she heard a strong heartbeat and walked towards it. It was coming from a small boy sitting on a stool reading by the lights that hung over the bar. She looked up to Malik to see if it was OK to go after him. He nodded and she went up to him. Malik made sure to stay close to her, while looking for his own meal. The little boy looked up at Ryou and smiled. She seemed nice. Little did he know what she was capable of doing.
"Hello little boy. What are you doing here?" She asked as she watched him looking at her.
"My brother works here. I'm with him."
"Shouldn't you be home? You never know what kind of evil things come out at night."
"What are you saying? I come here all the time. Nothing ever happens." He tried to defend himself. He was getting uncomfortable. But then he looked into her eyes. That was a mistake. She read his mind about his fears, and manipulated it so that he trusted her. She took his hand and led him to the back door of the club. She was no longer afraid of losing Malik, he was right behind her. She walked until she found a small enclosed area in the alley. She backed the child up against a wall and smiled at him. He looked at her with questioning eyes. But he never got a chance to question her. She knelt down in front of him and tilted his head to the side. Slowly his world faded away. She felt his skin tear beneath her teeth as the sweet blood poured into her mouth. It was like nectar. She drank from the boy until his heart slowed. She dropped his body and fell to the floor. Malik ran up behind her and caught her in his arms.
"What's the matter?" he asked her as he ran his hands through her silky hair.
"He was only a child." She started sobbing.
"He wasn't a child. He merely looked like it. If you had looked closely enough you would see that he had no innocence left. He just grew up to fast." Malik explained to his terrified love.
"Does that truly justify it?" she asked as she began to calm herself.
"Yes my love, it does."
"Then why do I still feel so terrible?"
"You still have a heart. That will never leave you, even if you don't have the organ itself." Malik whispered in her ear as she slowly drifted off.
"Malik," she whispered to the ever changing winds around her. "I love you."
There. Another chapter. Are you happy now? Stupid human propaganda. I'm sorry that it's taken forever to get this out, but I've been busy trying to catch my sanity. He left me a while back, can you tell? Well, you've (hopefully) already read this, so now you just have to review. If you're nice to me and say that you like it . . . then I'll write another chapter. For anyone that happens to be interested, chapter ten of Why Do You Hate Me? Will be up shortly. As soon as I write it. I am doing a sequel. I have lots of ideas. Heh, heh, heh. Beware Yami Malik and Yami Bakura! Anyway. R&R. Ja!