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Blood and Tears
Chapter Four
The mansion was dark. For once the owner wasn't staying up to all hours with office work, and the brother wasn't up on the computer or playing a video game. The maids were long gone. Security guards were at the entrances, but other than that, the house was dark and silent.
Someone padded across the grounds. It was dressed in close-fitting black clothing. Black makeup obscured its face, and its hair was bound in a black scarf. The only spots of color in this ensemble were its eyes, which shone dully in the moonless night. A shadow among shadows, it slipped silently betwen the trees that dotted the enormous lawn.
As it approached the house, its eyes darted, searching the shadows for any surprises. Finding none, it climbed up the artfully rough brick wall easily with the help of a drainpipe, and was soon clambering over the roof to the skylight it knew was there. It perched on the glass for a moment to exchange its shoes for quieter slippers, carefully placing them in a previously unseen pack on its back. It then jimmied the lock and dropped silently to the floor. It was in one of the guest rooms.
Catfooting over to the door and finding it unlocked, it reached into its pack once more and pulled out blueprints. Its destination was two floors down, where the highest concentration of guards would be; there shouldn't be any between here and there, though, as no one bothered to guard the top rooms unless someone was there. Which it had made sure there wasn't.
The shadow ghosted silently down the hall to the maids' stairwell - the elevator would make too much noise. Two double flights of stairs, this door here; it slipped two knives out of its pockets as it opened the door with a slight creak.
Ten seconds of flurried movement, and six guards were dead.
The shadow retrieved its knives from the throats of two guards and licked them clean, a smirk curling at the corners of its lips. Leaving them, it walked silently down the corridor to the first stop. There are no guards at this door, as the inhabitant values his rest. Finding it unlocked, the shadow slips inside.
A very little bit of light comes from the bathroom, more than enough for the intruder to survey the figure laying in the rather large bed. It licked its lips in anticipation; the boy is rather beautiful, in a way. It's going to enjoy this. It sighs slightly, wishing it could make it a drawn out death for a change...but no. The boy would make too much noise. Pity.
It saunters up to the bed and strips the covers off the sleeping figure. The boy recoils slightly, though the air was warm; it's still autumn. The shadow swings its leg over the boy's torso, straddling his chest.
It is at this time that the boy wakes up.
Before he can make any noise, the shadow captures his lips in a kiss, forcing its tongue deep into his mouth. It slides one of its knives along his neck, smirking at the slight shiver that runs through the boy's body.
Then it slits his throat. Blood floods his mouth, and the shadow's.
And, at exactly ten minutes to midnight, such primal delight floods the shadow's body that it nearly moans, almost forgetting itself.
The moment passes, as the shadow starts lapping up the blood covering the boy's neck and pooling on the sheets. It soon finishes, and keeping the magic active, it closes the door and goes down the hall to another room. It is also unlocked, and creaks slightly as the shadow opens it - barely a whisper of sound, but the sleeping figure goes tense on the bed. Repressing a grimace and sighing, the shadow casts a small silence charm around the room, regretting the use of power.
Then it slithers up to the bed, throwing the covers off and slamming its hand down on the frightened boy's throat in a single fluid motion.
"Hello, little Mokuba," it hisses pleasantly. "How are you this fine evening?"
"Wh-what do you want?"
"What do I want?" The shadow throws back its head and laughs. "Such a complicated question, young Mokuba, and yet so simple. What I want right now is your life." It smirks as it lowers its face closer to Mokuba's. "But I'm going to take my time taking it."
"What do you mean? I-I'll scream, yell, my brother will come and - and take you away and make you sorry-"
The shadow chuckles. "Go ahead, little Mokuba. Scream, yell, it will be so amusing. No one will hear you. Your brother? He's dead." It smirks outright. "So sorry to be the bearer of bad news."
Mokuba simply looks at it in growing terror.
"You know what I'll do first?" the shadow sneers, its face inches from Mokuba's. "I think I'll start by peeling all the skin off your arms. Then I think I'll move to your chest...that should be nice and painful without knocking you out." It sighs rapturously. "It's been so long since I've been able to give someone a properly long and drawn-out death! You have no idea how much fun I'm going to have, little Mokuba..." It leans forward, smirking sadistically and touching its tongue to Mokuba's lips. Mokuba lets out a small whimper.
"Let's begin, shall we?"
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The shadow lounges cat-like on the blood-soaked bed, eyes slitted in satiation. It is quarter past midnight, and time for it to be going, but it lingers on, soaked in its handiwork. Eventually it does get up, though. It licks its knives clean and slides them into their respective sheathes, and makes its way downstairs to the basement.
Here, it removes the outermost layer of black clothing and places it on the floor. It does the same to the slippers and its blood-soaked socks, and magicks the rest of its clothing clean with a heady surge of newly-acquired power that leaves it rather giddy. It reaches into its pack and pulls out a package of wipes, with which it cleans the makeup off its face, and drops each of them on top of the pile on the floor. It then grabs a toolbox that's down here and goes to work on a certain set of pipes. After about ten minutes of straining, it gives up and uses magic to do it, grimacing as the stench of natural gas fills the room.
It goes back upstairs and starts going around opening windows. It's forced to kill several more guards, as they are positioned so that each can see at least one other pair; smart of them, the shadow notes as it slips through the last window.
But it didn't save them.
It slips off through the more wooded end of the grounds, towards the sidewalk. At the edge of the woods, it turns for a moment. It holds up its hand; a spark appears between the thumb and forefinger. The shadow sends it off towards the mansion with a flick of its hand, and takes off for the sidewalk.
There is no one around to see a pale-faced shadow burst out of the trees onto well-lit sidewalk, no longer a shadow, but the explosion of the Kaiba mansion three seconds later draws the attention of all with ears to hear.
And at exactly one-thirty in the morning, a tall, pale student dressed all in black joins the crowd that gathers to watch the fire.
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And in another suburban household across town, Bakura, who had been performing the third stage of the location spell, turned his head. If he could look through walls, he would see the Kaiba mansion in flames, and a crowd of teenagers.
Three.
Gods save us all...
...*reading over chapter* *shivering* I think Edmondia Dantes is starting to rub off on me...for those of you who don't know, Edmondia Dantes is an excellent author who does psychopaths and dementia very well. You may know her as the author of "Possession" or "Do What You Have To Do". Her stuff is very excellent, but also rather scary, except for "Do What You Have To Do", which is just plain hilarious.
But all in all, I think this chapter turned out rather well.
Now, I'm sure you all realize from your experience that reviews make authors feel all happy and sunny inside. And I'm sure you all know that authors that feel all happy and sunny inside write faster. So, if you wish there to be more chapters (for any of my stories) then the logical thing to do would be to review! Simple, ne? Ja ne! Anata-tachi wa taisetsu na yo! Volere e passegiare la questa matita, per favore, e corri alla chiesa perche della tua gatta! ^_~V