Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh is the intellectual property of Kazuki Takahashi, and
is being used in this fanfiction for fan purposes only. All situations,
opinions and characters not belonging to Kazuki Takahashi are the
intellectual property of Yami-kun,
~*~
Demon Tears
Vampires were believed to have no emotions.just a creature taking on a human figure, striving in darkness, waiting to pounce on a helpless victim. One would think to believe that these creatures were far different from any the human race has every seen before, their population diverse from all else. They have no heart. They show no mercy. They take no pity. Then why.did this one spare a living?
Dark Acquaintance
He slipped into the dark of night with inexorable agility, leaping from one roof top to the other in cat-like stealth. The silent blackness warped around the figure like a second skin, concealing the crown of crimson spikes. Bloody orbs glanced down the street in search of tonight's meal, smirking inaudibly as it found its prey.
A rotund man in his early thirties was strolling down the sidewalk, whistling cheerfully despite the agonizing fear churning inside of him. Normally he felt secure under the blanket of shimmering stars, but tonight the atmosphere released an air of insecurity and forbiddance.
Rubbing a pale hand against the other in an attempt to keep warm, the man shivered. It was strangely cold.something was amiss. A flicker of moonlight reflected off the gold embedded briefcase as the figure continued briskly away, enough to make out the name "Ruoyita Nakashi".
A sudden crack pierced the brittle stillness as Ruoyita whirled around, eyes screening bewildering in an attempt to locate the source of the noise. Small, beady, gray dots traveled over the dark recesses of the street, a mixture of fright and anxiety appearant. Seeing nothing, he continued walking, though the merry tune failed to survive.
"I'm just being paranoid. Probably just had too much fish eggs; heard they were never good for you," the man assured himself, muttering under his breath. "There's nothing there.nothing. Just my old conscience playing its tricks."
But his false reassurances did nothing to stop the sickly feeling that seized his heart. Something was going to happen.he could feel it.
Suddenly, a pair of long, sharp nails dug into his neck, and Ruoyita abruptly halted, turning his head ever so slightly at the assault.
"I suggest you start listening to you conscience," a deep, husky voice hissed in his ear, breathing a ghostly breath along his neck and sending shivers down his back. "But I guess it's too late now, don't you agree?"
With one swift movement, the attacker spun Ruoyita's neck around to face him. The weighty body followed, bones cracking in protest.
Ruoyita gasped as he came face to face with a boy no more than fifteen, with deeply tanned skin and a mass of black hair tipped in scarlet, touched with golden thunder bolts protruding in various directions. Crimson orbs watched him intently, greedily consuming the fear plainly written in the other's eye. But that wasn't what made the man cry out. No.it was the pair of pointed silver canines that appeared behind that ghastly smile.
"W-what are you?" Ruoyita managed to stammer out, suddenly at loss for any form of communication.
"I am a hunter. I am the price of darkness. I am a vampire. And I." the teen smirked, gripping the other's shoulder hard enough to elicit a yelp of pain, ".am your death."
Without any forewarning, the creature of the dark sank his sharp incisors into Ruoyita's artery, lapping up the crimson bile that seeped out. The human just stood there, immobilized as if by a spell, being seduced to a welcoming oblivion.
More blood escaped the fresh wound as the demon licked up every last drop; from the taste of this mortal's life fluid, the poor fool was going to die anyway, most likely from heart disease. But blood was blood, and the creature needed it to sustain itself.
After sucking the corpse dry, the supernatural being wiped away any remains of abnormality from his lips and smirked in satisfaction. Bending low enough to sprint a to a roof top, a sudden thought occurred to him.
'They're going to find him anyhow. Mind as well give them a good idea of my power.'
A sadistic grin crossed the pale face as a hand wretched the lifeless neck backward, snapping it in two.
"I think that suites you better, hm?" the killer inquired to no one in particular, arching a perfect brow before throwing his head back in a baleful cackle.
The decapitated skull, along with its remnants, remained silent.
***
"Hey, Yug, check this out," Joey wavered a newspaper in front of his best friend's face. "Another guy got killed last night. Says here the police found him with his head pulled off."
The smaller of the two made a face, shaking his mass of red and black hair in disgust.
"That's just not right," he replied, eyeing his blonde companion with a hint of remorse. "It's the third murder this week."
"Tell me about it," Joey agreed, leaning back against a chair. "I sure wouldn't want to mess around with whoever or whatever's causing this."
Yugi shuddered involuntarily at the consideration of losing his head. "Neither would I."
The two friends stopped in front of the local game shop, just outside the front door.
"Well, seeya tomorrow, buddy," Joey waved.
"You're not staying?" Yugi was mildly surprised at the alternation of their daily routine. Usually, Joey almost always stayed over to play Duel Monsters.
"Nah, not today," the blonde sighed, running a hand though his hair. "I have to take care of Serenity. My parents went out of town last week."
"I understand," Yugi smiled, secretly admiring his friend's strong affection for his little sister.
"Well, later, Yug!" Joey gave a mock salute and jogged down the street, but not before flashing a cheesy grin.
"Bye, Joey!' Yugi laughed as he bid his friend farewell.
Fumbling for the key in his pocket, the multicolor-haired teen unlocked the inhabitable part of the game shop.
"Grandpa! I'm home!" Yugi called, kicking of his sneakers and trampling down the hallway, abandoning his backpack in the process.
It was unusually quiet, and for a minute the violet-eyed boy half expected to find his guardian's decapitated head spewed in a puddle of bloody veins.
"Impossible."
Yugi shook his head to clear the though, silently berating himself for even contemplating such a horror.
As if to prove his theory correct, a breeze picked up from an open window and blew a piece of paper into his face.
Yugi clumsily removed the sheet and found a hastily written note stating:
Yugi,
I had an urgent phone call from one of the digs in Egypt. I'll be going away for a while. There's food in the fridge and money if you need it.
See you in a few weeks,
Grandpa
The boy set the note on the kitchen table, releasing a sigh of relief he didn't realize was even being held. At least his grandfather was alright.
Grabbing his backpack and a quick snack, Yugi sprinted upstairs to start on his English project his teacher had assigned for the Winter Break. It was to remind students that although it's a holiday, work is always essential to the human life, was told to the class, though Yugi highly doubted that because he had overheard his teacher boasting to the other staff members about how his students _love_ to do homework.
Muttering a string of cures, the small boy hauled out a dust covered textbook lost beneath his bed. After moments of searching and an occasional cough, the huge documentary source was found and the teen proceeded to initiate his lovely project that he doesn't give a care about.
***
The front door to the game shop slid open with an inaudible click. It appears that the shop owner had forgotten to lock up for the night, a big target for the creatures of the dark.
A bristle of leather followed, the figure seemingly flying across the room. It slid into kitchen, glancing hesitantly at the note set on the table. Crimson eyes flickered over the notice, then with a flap of its jacket disappeared into the depths of the house. The slip of paper flew out the open window--- the same window that sent it towards the violet-eyed boy- --never to be seen again.
***
Three hours later, Yugi ineptly staggered down the stairs, feet heavy with fatigue. His eyes were stinging after incessant hours of reading, typing, and writing, that he felt that he deserved a break.
Not bothering to turn on the lights, Yugi swerved towards the kitchen, momentarily pausing as he passed the table. He was almost positive that he had left the note there, but of course.he might have just misplaced it.
Shrugging, the teen languidly poured himself a generous glass of orange juice, and stared out at the night sky. The pale full moon stood out among the veil of navy blue, absent of the tiny crystals too far for the human hand to touch.
'How strange,' the boy thought, 'Just the moon. Not a star in the sky- --'
His observations were interrupted by a warm feathery breath traveling up his neck. Yugi froze, his mind shrieking at him to get away, but his body not complying.
"Well.what have we here?" A low voice dripped through the chilled air. "Mmm.you seem like a delicious one."
A pair of hands sprang out and secured Yugi the spot. The teen winced as pressure to his arm was applied when he attempt to squirm his way out.
"Don't bother escaping," the voice hissed in his ear, sending a wave a shivers down Yugi's back. "No one has ever escaped my grip, and none will."
Turning the smaller form around and ramming him into a wall, the figure examined the boy in fascination.
The teen before him had smooth pale white skin, probably unknown to the owner who was staring at him in fright. Crimson orbs traveled to the long curved neck, eyeing hungrily at the treasure hidden under.
Unhesitatingly, the creature pressed their bodies together and released his fangs, breaking the soft tissue protecting the arteries.
Yugi gasped silently and struggled to free himself, but his endeavor was to no avail as he soon fell into oblivion. The monster that held him soon turned into nothing more than a blur as his life force was sucked away. Yugi's head rolled forward, resting on the other's shoulder.
The vampire was stunned for a moment, but continued to drink his fill. This one's blood tasted like honey, with just a faint touch of chocolate. He needed more.but, he'll save him for later. Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to kill the boy.
Growling, the son of the darkness reluctantly departed himself with his prey and disappeared into the blackness.
***
Yugi awoke, finding himself laying against the wall, head lolled to one side. Briefly, he couldn't remember what had happened, until the two marked on his neck brought back the painful memories.
"Wait." Yugi murmured. "That means.I'm alive. But.why did he spare me?"
~*~
Yugi: I was spared?
YK: .yeah.
Yugi: Yay!^_^
YK: ^_^
Bakura: Why wasn't I in it?
YK: Later. It's only the first chapter, for goodness sakes!
Bakura: Can I be a dromedary?
YK: (falls down laughing) Do you even know what that is?!
Bakura: uh.a very scary monster that can destroy the world?
YK: Nope!^_^
Bakura: Grrr.then what is it?!
YK: That's a secret! Now, reader/view/etc, please R&R!
*In case anyone didn't know, a dromedary is a camel with one hump (snickers at image of Bakura as a camel^_^)*
~*~
Demon Tears
Vampires were believed to have no emotions.just a creature taking on a human figure, striving in darkness, waiting to pounce on a helpless victim. One would think to believe that these creatures were far different from any the human race has every seen before, their population diverse from all else. They have no heart. They show no mercy. They take no pity. Then why.did this one spare a living?
Dark Acquaintance
He slipped into the dark of night with inexorable agility, leaping from one roof top to the other in cat-like stealth. The silent blackness warped around the figure like a second skin, concealing the crown of crimson spikes. Bloody orbs glanced down the street in search of tonight's meal, smirking inaudibly as it found its prey.
A rotund man in his early thirties was strolling down the sidewalk, whistling cheerfully despite the agonizing fear churning inside of him. Normally he felt secure under the blanket of shimmering stars, but tonight the atmosphere released an air of insecurity and forbiddance.
Rubbing a pale hand against the other in an attempt to keep warm, the man shivered. It was strangely cold.something was amiss. A flicker of moonlight reflected off the gold embedded briefcase as the figure continued briskly away, enough to make out the name "Ruoyita Nakashi".
A sudden crack pierced the brittle stillness as Ruoyita whirled around, eyes screening bewildering in an attempt to locate the source of the noise. Small, beady, gray dots traveled over the dark recesses of the street, a mixture of fright and anxiety appearant. Seeing nothing, he continued walking, though the merry tune failed to survive.
"I'm just being paranoid. Probably just had too much fish eggs; heard they were never good for you," the man assured himself, muttering under his breath. "There's nothing there.nothing. Just my old conscience playing its tricks."
But his false reassurances did nothing to stop the sickly feeling that seized his heart. Something was going to happen.he could feel it.
Suddenly, a pair of long, sharp nails dug into his neck, and Ruoyita abruptly halted, turning his head ever so slightly at the assault.
"I suggest you start listening to you conscience," a deep, husky voice hissed in his ear, breathing a ghostly breath along his neck and sending shivers down his back. "But I guess it's too late now, don't you agree?"
With one swift movement, the attacker spun Ruoyita's neck around to face him. The weighty body followed, bones cracking in protest.
Ruoyita gasped as he came face to face with a boy no more than fifteen, with deeply tanned skin and a mass of black hair tipped in scarlet, touched with golden thunder bolts protruding in various directions. Crimson orbs watched him intently, greedily consuming the fear plainly written in the other's eye. But that wasn't what made the man cry out. No.it was the pair of pointed silver canines that appeared behind that ghastly smile.
"W-what are you?" Ruoyita managed to stammer out, suddenly at loss for any form of communication.
"I am a hunter. I am the price of darkness. I am a vampire. And I." the teen smirked, gripping the other's shoulder hard enough to elicit a yelp of pain, ".am your death."
Without any forewarning, the creature of the dark sank his sharp incisors into Ruoyita's artery, lapping up the crimson bile that seeped out. The human just stood there, immobilized as if by a spell, being seduced to a welcoming oblivion.
More blood escaped the fresh wound as the demon licked up every last drop; from the taste of this mortal's life fluid, the poor fool was going to die anyway, most likely from heart disease. But blood was blood, and the creature needed it to sustain itself.
After sucking the corpse dry, the supernatural being wiped away any remains of abnormality from his lips and smirked in satisfaction. Bending low enough to sprint a to a roof top, a sudden thought occurred to him.
'They're going to find him anyhow. Mind as well give them a good idea of my power.'
A sadistic grin crossed the pale face as a hand wretched the lifeless neck backward, snapping it in two.
"I think that suites you better, hm?" the killer inquired to no one in particular, arching a perfect brow before throwing his head back in a baleful cackle.
The decapitated skull, along with its remnants, remained silent.
***
"Hey, Yug, check this out," Joey wavered a newspaper in front of his best friend's face. "Another guy got killed last night. Says here the police found him with his head pulled off."
The smaller of the two made a face, shaking his mass of red and black hair in disgust.
"That's just not right," he replied, eyeing his blonde companion with a hint of remorse. "It's the third murder this week."
"Tell me about it," Joey agreed, leaning back against a chair. "I sure wouldn't want to mess around with whoever or whatever's causing this."
Yugi shuddered involuntarily at the consideration of losing his head. "Neither would I."
The two friends stopped in front of the local game shop, just outside the front door.
"Well, seeya tomorrow, buddy," Joey waved.
"You're not staying?" Yugi was mildly surprised at the alternation of their daily routine. Usually, Joey almost always stayed over to play Duel Monsters.
"Nah, not today," the blonde sighed, running a hand though his hair. "I have to take care of Serenity. My parents went out of town last week."
"I understand," Yugi smiled, secretly admiring his friend's strong affection for his little sister.
"Well, later, Yug!" Joey gave a mock salute and jogged down the street, but not before flashing a cheesy grin.
"Bye, Joey!' Yugi laughed as he bid his friend farewell.
Fumbling for the key in his pocket, the multicolor-haired teen unlocked the inhabitable part of the game shop.
"Grandpa! I'm home!" Yugi called, kicking of his sneakers and trampling down the hallway, abandoning his backpack in the process.
It was unusually quiet, and for a minute the violet-eyed boy half expected to find his guardian's decapitated head spewed in a puddle of bloody veins.
"Impossible."
Yugi shook his head to clear the though, silently berating himself for even contemplating such a horror.
As if to prove his theory correct, a breeze picked up from an open window and blew a piece of paper into his face.
Yugi clumsily removed the sheet and found a hastily written note stating:
Yugi,
I had an urgent phone call from one of the digs in Egypt. I'll be going away for a while. There's food in the fridge and money if you need it.
See you in a few weeks,
Grandpa
The boy set the note on the kitchen table, releasing a sigh of relief he didn't realize was even being held. At least his grandfather was alright.
Grabbing his backpack and a quick snack, Yugi sprinted upstairs to start on his English project his teacher had assigned for the Winter Break. It was to remind students that although it's a holiday, work is always essential to the human life, was told to the class, though Yugi highly doubted that because he had overheard his teacher boasting to the other staff members about how his students _love_ to do homework.
Muttering a string of cures, the small boy hauled out a dust covered textbook lost beneath his bed. After moments of searching and an occasional cough, the huge documentary source was found and the teen proceeded to initiate his lovely project that he doesn't give a care about.
***
The front door to the game shop slid open with an inaudible click. It appears that the shop owner had forgotten to lock up for the night, a big target for the creatures of the dark.
A bristle of leather followed, the figure seemingly flying across the room. It slid into kitchen, glancing hesitantly at the note set on the table. Crimson eyes flickered over the notice, then with a flap of its jacket disappeared into the depths of the house. The slip of paper flew out the open window--- the same window that sent it towards the violet-eyed boy- --never to be seen again.
***
Three hours later, Yugi ineptly staggered down the stairs, feet heavy with fatigue. His eyes were stinging after incessant hours of reading, typing, and writing, that he felt that he deserved a break.
Not bothering to turn on the lights, Yugi swerved towards the kitchen, momentarily pausing as he passed the table. He was almost positive that he had left the note there, but of course.he might have just misplaced it.
Shrugging, the teen languidly poured himself a generous glass of orange juice, and stared out at the night sky. The pale full moon stood out among the veil of navy blue, absent of the tiny crystals too far for the human hand to touch.
'How strange,' the boy thought, 'Just the moon. Not a star in the sky- --'
His observations were interrupted by a warm feathery breath traveling up his neck. Yugi froze, his mind shrieking at him to get away, but his body not complying.
"Well.what have we here?" A low voice dripped through the chilled air. "Mmm.you seem like a delicious one."
A pair of hands sprang out and secured Yugi the spot. The teen winced as pressure to his arm was applied when he attempt to squirm his way out.
"Don't bother escaping," the voice hissed in his ear, sending a wave a shivers down Yugi's back. "No one has ever escaped my grip, and none will."
Turning the smaller form around and ramming him into a wall, the figure examined the boy in fascination.
The teen before him had smooth pale white skin, probably unknown to the owner who was staring at him in fright. Crimson orbs traveled to the long curved neck, eyeing hungrily at the treasure hidden under.
Unhesitatingly, the creature pressed their bodies together and released his fangs, breaking the soft tissue protecting the arteries.
Yugi gasped silently and struggled to free himself, but his endeavor was to no avail as he soon fell into oblivion. The monster that held him soon turned into nothing more than a blur as his life force was sucked away. Yugi's head rolled forward, resting on the other's shoulder.
The vampire was stunned for a moment, but continued to drink his fill. This one's blood tasted like honey, with just a faint touch of chocolate. He needed more.but, he'll save him for later. Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to kill the boy.
Growling, the son of the darkness reluctantly departed himself with his prey and disappeared into the blackness.
***
Yugi awoke, finding himself laying against the wall, head lolled to one side. Briefly, he couldn't remember what had happened, until the two marked on his neck brought back the painful memories.
"Wait." Yugi murmured. "That means.I'm alive. But.why did he spare me?"
~*~
Yugi: I was spared?
YK: .yeah.
Yugi: Yay!^_^
YK: ^_^
Bakura: Why wasn't I in it?
YK: Later. It's only the first chapter, for goodness sakes!
Bakura: Can I be a dromedary?
YK: (falls down laughing) Do you even know what that is?!
Bakura: uh.a very scary monster that can destroy the world?
YK: Nope!^_^
Bakura: Grrr.then what is it?!
YK: That's a secret! Now, reader/view/etc, please R&R!
*In case anyone didn't know, a dromedary is a camel with one hump (snickers at image of Bakura as a camel^_^)*