Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh! Duh! If I did I would be swimming in money! *Drools* I also don't own Magic: The Gathering. She also got the name 'Shadow Walker' from Sungirl and Meowiegirls story.

Yami: Snap out of it! *shakes some sense into me*

Ash Nite: Ok, ok. I'll just go swim in my hot tub.

Yami: Ash Nite? You're sick. If you go into the hot tub you'll get the hives.

Ash Nite: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Sniff* fine.*sniff*. I'll just write.

Chapter two: Vampires and Shadow Walkers

1802, America-a small house in the outskirts of a sleepy town

Laura's POV~

"Laura, you're looking pale," my mom said, holding my arm. "Are you alright?"

"Yes I'm fine, mom," I replied with a fake smile. How could I be all right? My husband was sneaking out every night, returning with moist blood on his lips. I shivered.

She just eyed me worriedly and turning to my father inquired, "Doesn't she look pale to you?"

Pa didn't even bother to even glance my way before saying "No." He was busy reading the paper. He's never bothered with mom and I unless he's striking us. But he only does it for our "own benefit."

Yah, right.

My father's name is that of a common one: George. He doesn't live up to his common looks and name, though, for he's an exceptionally cruel man who beats anyone up for no reason. He always gets away with it, though, as he is the town judge.

He won't be for long that's for sure.

My father and mother's marriage to each other was an arranged one, and so far it's pretty bad. Mom can't bear a male, so she is frequently the subject to my father's rage. My husband's name is Joseph-Joey for short. We, too, had an arranged marriage, but unlike my father Joey is a good husband. He has never once laid a harmful finger to me. The only problem with him is that he sneaks out at night. At first I thought he was having an affair, but Joey isn't the kind to cheat. And besides, he's only seventeen-the farthest we've ever gone is kissing.

And he's good. Really good.

As anyone can tell, I'm overcome with curiosity. I've tried telling myself that it doesn't matter, and that I should be a "good little wife" and stay out of my husband's hair. But it doesn't work. Nothing does.

So tomorrow I shall sneak out in the dark and follow Joey to quench my curiosity and quell my suspicions.

And I'm sure it will be nothing. That we can just go on with our lives and live peacefully 'till the end of our days. So there really isn't any harm in following him.right?

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Wow. I do not think that I shall be able to do this. The dark is so frightening, with its hidden secrets and whispers of unspeakable horror.

But I must do this so that I can go back to being a completely trusting wife. I'll do it for Joey.

As I lay in bed, pretending to be asleep, I hear him sneak out of our bedroom. The only way out of it is by the door on the right wall, so I am able to follow him easily. Wrapped only in my nightgown with a shawl thrown over my shoulders, I tiptoe out of the room and into the hall.

Joey can be seen slipping out a window.

Oh phooey! Why can't that son of a gun just use the door? I mean really! Now I have to slip out the window behind him, and with a nightdress that is nearly impossible!

The moon rays spill onto the wooden floor, creating an eerie path way to the window. My white slippers advance upon the opening as soon as I see Joey's head disappear. I glide after him silently, knowing that with the moonbeams showering my pale complexion and white dress I probably looked like an angel.

I was very pleased.

My foot hit a nail in the floor and I tripped. All right, so I'm a clumsy angel.....

My father's a light sleeper, so when I practically fell on his doorway, he awoke with a roar. That's right a roar. If I was caught...........

Fear made me move faster than I ever had before. When his door slammed open with a crash, I was already half way down the outside wall to our house. Lithely, I jumped the rest of the way and ran a fast as I could away from Pa and towards Joey.

I heard a feminine scream in front of me and a male laugh that sounded suspiciously like Joey's. Though this was not one of those pleasant laughs- it was one that raised the hair on the back of my neck.

An overwhelming sense of curiosity struck me and I forgot about my near escape from Pa. It's not like it doesn't happen everyday, after all.

My feet carried me slowly towards where the scream had come from. I reached a clearing in the brush and hid behind a tree.

I heard a gasping and gluging that sounded like someone drowning. I leaned around the tree and gasped. My beloved husband was bent over a girl's neck, slowly sucking at a certain spot. When he was done, his head lifted, and bloodstained fangs slid slowly up his chin before settling into a normal size.

He dropped the girl. She was a deathly pale, and looked as if all the blood had been drained from her. I put two and two together and got five. What was happening? All I knew was that Joey isn't human.

He was some sort of.....vampire.......

I don't know how I got that word- I'd never even heard of it- yet it seemed to fit my husband.

And the word brought more fear to me than I'd ever known possible.

My eyes opened wide and so did my traitorous mouth. Unwillingly I let out a scream and turned to flee.

Not one step had been taken before I felt a strong arm clamp me around my middle and pull me up against Joey's hard chest.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I told you never to follow me. I warned you......."

He bent his head until it was level with the curve of my neck. His tongue flicked out. Playing with the soft spot, tormenting my senses.

And then he opened his mouth, and I could feel two sharp points probe against my skin.

A voice inside my head screamed at me to run away, get free. Or die.

I kicked Joey in the shins and elbowed his stomach. In shock, Joey's grip loosened enough to free me for just a second. It was all I need.

I started running as fast as I could, but Joey easily caught up to me. His powerful stride carried him to my back in five seconds. He grabbed at my hands. I shot to the left, evading his grip. He caught up to me again, but before I could pivot another time, he had captured my hands and hair in one hand while bending me over it, wrapped his other arm around my waist, and captured my legs with his.

I was defenseless. I couldn't move my head for my hair was pulling me backwards- exposing my neck to him.

"I tried to make this easy for you," he whispered, tormenting my senses once more. "Please forgive me, my love." He slowly bent his head.

When his fangs pierced my skin, my life flashed before my eyes. Boy, was it boring. I realized that I'd always been owned and controlled by someone. That I'd never been truly free or happy.

Then his teeth delved deeper. It started to hurt. I felt as if I was drowning in a glass jar with no opening. I started to gasp and glug like the girl before me. But instead of dropping dead- I got a new feeling. It was if I was a feather floating in the wind. I felt relaxed. Happy even. Wave after wave of such o soothing energy rolled through my veins, tickling my nerves.

Joey dropped to his knees and let my go. Through my blurry vision I saw his shoulders shaking with his head thrown forward.

His fangs glinted in the moonlight, stained with my blood.

Again pain seized me. I opened my guts to scream as I felt my guts twist.

Joey's hand stopped any sound from traveling further than six inches.

My breathing started to slow. My heart rate pumped furiously in my ears. It felt as if something was lodged in my throat, stopping the oxygen from reaching my lungs. I tried screaming as soon as Joey's hand shifted, but nothing passed it.

And then there was silence.

No birds, no rustling grass, no breeze.

No heartbeat.

I no longer felt the solid thudding in my chest. There was only a sense of floating. Of not belonging. My ears strained to here a sound. Anything.

Nothing reached me. Only cold, harsh bleakness. I no longer felt frightened or sad. I just felt hard. Like I was trapped in some place barren.

Joey looked over at me from under his bangs. Holding out his wrist, he stated simply,

"Drink."

I knew what he meant. Slowly, tentatively, I slid a pair of fangs down my chin. They felt smooth and cold. Just like my heart.

I quickly latched onto Joey's wrist. I prepared myself for his blood, but instead found the dead girl's. As I drank, memories that weren't my own flooded me. They were.......Susan's.

Her blood gave me a shot of energy and brought emotion back to me. I didn't care that it was hers, only that I could feel something again. Sure, I'd been dead inside for only three minutes, but it was enough to promote my bloodlust.

Bloodlust. I don't know where I got that name. But it seemed to fit what I was previously feeling.

XXX I shook the memories out of my head. I didn't want to think about the past. Only the forever.

"Shadow Walker! Arise!" I yelled at the alley.

At first nothing happened. Everything was quiet and peaceful. Just like every other night. But then the ground rippled. The air started to vibrate with a magical tension. Then the pavement cracked before me, splitting apart, throwing pebbles everywhere.

An earsplitting scream followed by hissing noises and clanging echoed off the surrounding walls as a darkly clad figure arose from the ground.

"You call?"

I stand back to let the Shadow Walker's bodyguards climb from the ground.

"Laura, what do you need now, sister? An army? Some blood? How about a soulstring?" She eyed me from under the hood of her cloak.

"Isn't it possible for me to just check upon an old friend?" I started circling her, ignoring the guards. I could tell Katherine was getting nervous.

"What do you want, Vamp?" She spat out the last word in disgust. "It must be something great, as you are lamely trying to evade the subject. She followed me with her midnight eyes, but otherwise stayed still.

I slowly walked around her, secretly searching for niches in her aura.

"Your time has come, Shadow Walker, and your debt is not yet paid. I have come to collect what is mine."

"It is not yours," she stated simply.

"I will give you one more chance to hand it over, Katherine. If you do not, you will pay with your life."

The Shadow Walker considerably straightened at that. But she never let her guard down for a second.

I hissed in frustration, letting my fangs show. If I could only get her going.fear would be the best remedy. If I only knew what she was afraid of.if she had fears. I stopped circling her and stood stalk still. My eyes glazed over in pain as I focused every fiber of my being on detecting a hole in her armor. A glitch in her system.

A large brick wall stood up before me. One single brick would hold the key to her mind. I slowly searched it, running it over with my long metaphorical fingers. The bricks were like cold tile- smooth in every aspect but one. My nail caught on a ruff bump. I'd found the nitch.

Now to only break in without losing my life in the process.

I snapped out of my trance and focused on the real world. There was the Shadow Walker, surrounded by her guards. Looming before me were the great walls of the alley, but something was not right. I felt as if some unknown presence were watching me......

"You've had your chance, Katherine, and now you shall pay," I said, trying to focus myself on the real world.

Hearing this, the rotting guards snapped to attention. They settled into their fighting stance: feet spread swords up, and shields' protecting their smelling bodies.

The Shadow Walker still stood in her same stance. She slowly lifted her head to reveal a smirking face. "The dead make good soldiers." When I said nothing she continued, "They can't disobey orders, they never surrender, and they don't stop fighting when a random body part falls off." She laughed and snapped her fingers once. The ground rumbled and moaning and crying bodies crawled out from under the ground. A bloody hand grabbed my ankle, but I just kicked at it, sending it flying.

Katherine was radiating a feeling of smugness. She believed that all was in her favor-that I was finished and she wouldn't have to pay. Her defenses were no longer locked, and I easily found passage into her powers.

"Good bye, my friend," she said derisively.

This time it was my turn to smirk. "You speak too soon, Kate. I believe that it is a checkmate.in my favor."

With that, I flicked my wrist and sent her army to the dust. Slowly I advanced on my surprised friend- head down, but with my eyes locked on hers.

"Never underestimate my awesome powers!" My voice became that of two as I drew ever nearer. "You have betrayed your promise. And for that you shall pay!"

Katherine sidestepped me and replied easily, "Who ever said that I had betrayed my promise? Really, now. You judge me much to quick." With that she opened her cloak and pulled out a small glass jar that contained what appeared to be a purple glob of goop.

My emotion. My energy.

"Give it to me," I hissed, completely forgetting my surprise that she'd had it all along. The Shadow Walker merely tossed it to me. I caught it one handed in a vice- like grip.

"I knew I could trust you, old friend."

Kate just gave a snort before spreading out her arms and letting the earth swallow her once more- never leaving a trace of her appearance in the alleyway.

OW!!!!! I BANGED MY ELBOW AGAINST THE WOODEN CHAIR IN THE MIDDLE OF THAT CHAPTER, AND IT STILL HURTS!!!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, if you see a period, then a lowercase letter imediantly following that period, with no spaces or nothing, then that means that there was a dot, dot, dot there until it left the word document.

I have been working on this for.seven and a half hours, straight, and for all this hard work, I shall require a certain amount of reviews before I continue.

Whoa! That's eleven pages! That means that my other chapter had.*counts fingers*.six pages!!!! YAY!!!!

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~Ash Nite~