I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! I'm merely obsessed with it.
I also do not own Magic: the Gathering.
Ok, I wrote this in my 'handy dandy notebook' and I sorta proofread it.well.not really.But that's not the point. The first section I'm putting in is one that I crossed out because it didn't fit.but I like it so I'm going to mess with the story a bit so I can fit it in.
Ok, thanks to all four of my reviewers: Firesong and Harpie Lady (who reviewed me way too much, saying that now I had nine reviews so I should continue, which I wasn't going to count, but Harpie Lady gave me this little prep talk yesterday so I'm writing anyway. Thank you Harpie Lady. Firesong. you just have issues), Demon Wolf, and Sungirl. Jocrox doesn't count because.well it's complicated.
Ok, this section will be short. This chapter won't.
Chapter three
Laura's energy is strong. I can sense her aura from here.
I start to grow cold. My thoughts slow and I get dizzy, fast.
I have to have blood soon, or my whisper of death will soon join the wind.
I will be snuffed out like a candle.
A girl below me walks onto the dark street. Her heartbeat is in the rhythm of my own.
Damn. I had wanted to find Laura, but I was too weak. I need.. blood.. so.. bad..
A hoarse cry escapes my throat as I feel my soulstring begin to wither. It was now or never.
I jump from the rooftop and land behind the girl. Having no time to spare, I strike her across the face - causing her head to snap back for a few seconds.
That was all I needed.
Before she could even scream, I had ripped away the skin over her artery with my fangs and began to drink my fill.
She gasped in surprise only once before she lay limp in my arms. I had torn her neck. I shook my head in self-disgust. I knew to never go so long without energy - yet I had been so eager for to have something different happen that. I'd just ignored that costly lesson.
Looking up at the stars, I search for Laura's soulstring again, latching onto it when it's found.
I'll make her pay for distracting me with her life.
XXX
I watched in fascination as a female around my age conversed with the Shadow Walker. She fascinated me. She was like a mystic creature with hidden secrets that called to me.
Getting her would be a challenge.
Crouching on the side of a wall, I peer down at my new victim. I cannot see anything but her outline as she is decked completely with black silk.
She's all curves, though, that's for sure.
The Shadow Walker quickly tosses Laura a little glass jar. I quickly sniff its aura.
A scent of mixed emotions met me, one of hope, happiness, love, despair, and regret. I instantly understood.
She's a soulslave.
XXX
There are no images. There is no light.
Only a dark ring.an evil source of power.
Ryou awoke with a start. His ring was glowing in the dark, shimmering.throbbing.
He looked around the room. An eerie music played mournfully, tickling his senses, calling to the ring.
Unknown instruments and foreign sounds floated up to him through his window. The sound brought light to the room, showing Ryou the way.
To what, he didn't know.
Hear the music, see the light, kept pounding in his skull.
Like a puppet on strings, Ryou pushed away the covers and got out of bed.
The only way out of his room was by the door on the right wall and the window. Even though the music was coming from outside, Ryou was guided to the hall.
With every step he took, the ring grew brighter.
Hear the music, see the light.
Overcome with curiosity, Ryou slipped out the door.
The music floats in from the window at the far end of the hall..guiding..beckoning.
The moon rays spill on the hardwood floor, creating an eerie path to the window. Ryou's feet advance on the opening as if on their own will. He glides after the music silently, knowing that he's following the footsteps of someone before him - that he's about to witness the past come back.
Hear the music, see the light.
Ryou couldn't stop. The music danced around him slowly, mystically. The rest of the world drowned out..leaving only Ryou and the music..
Snapping out of his trance, Ryou found himself in a clearing. He couldn't remember this place.
He looked down at his ring. The light was blinding, and it seemed to jump and vibrate with tension.
Suddenly the air shimmered, and three images appeared out of no where.
They looked like holograms. They were black and white with 2D complexions that wavered amongst static.
A woman in an old fashioned nightdress was running from a man who was clad in an equally old outfit. He seemed rather familiar..
On the ground at the man's feet was a girl whose image was especially wavy. She had what appeared to be a snakebite on her neck.
Warning bells rang in Ryou's head. A voice inside him screamed to run away as far and fast as possible, but no matter how hard Ryou tried, he stayed rooted to the spot.
The air had suddenly grown thick around his lower torso, making it impossible for him to move.
And so Ryou watched..
The man's arm was clamped around the woman's middle, rendering her immobile. He bent down and licked her neck. At first the woman seemed to melt in his arms, but when her captor's mouth opened, she kicked an elbowed her way out of his grasp before running like hell.
A static scream tore from her throat when the male finally caught her.
He bent over her and latched onto her throat, drinking and yet.giving. The picture faded slowly out until only their snow was left.
Ryou stood stalk still - frozen in shock before his senses returned.
He tried to run, but the air was still clogged around him. It slowly crawled up his arms, holding them motionless.
The ring floated out from Ryou's chest - glowing and throbbing with energy.
The necklace started to shrink. Slowly at first - but then with more speed.
It closed around Ryou's neck, choking him, gagging him. Images whirled through his mind. The women, the man.
Joey.
Ryou's eyes rolled to the back of his head in pain. His face felt as if it were on fire. The air suddenly went back to normal, and Ryou fell to his knees, his hands going up to grasp the ring around his neck, trying to pry it off. But it was no use.
Ryou's last coherent thought was a question that would go unanswered for far too long. What's happening?
(((A/N: Do not worry, he's not dead)
XXX
Kaiba walked slowly down the dark street. He wanted to get home as soon as possible for Mokuba, and yet the cool night air was so inviting.
He knew he had to get home fast, or else temptation would overcome him, and someone would die.. But Kaiba thrived in the dark.
And he lived for blood.
Unwillingly, Kaiba's bodyrythm started to pound, and it reached out to the farthest corners of the city. Soulstrings beckoned to him, guiding his footsteps in their directions.
"No!' Kaiba tore the word from his throat as though it was the hardest thing he'd ever done.
The dark cloak of night wrapped around him as Seto turned to run. He couldn't give in. He just couldn't. No one would parish at his hands tonight, nor any other night.
Seto was through with being a vampire.
Blood pumped in his veins, his heart beat in his ears, reminding him of his true heritage.
I can't give in! I can't give in! Seto chanted himself as he ran towards home.
He saw a woman turn the corner up ahead of him. Her bodyrythm beat in tune to his. Her soulstring glowed with emotion and energy.
Emotion. Seto hadn't had those for so long.. What is the point of living if I cannot truly live? He thought, giving in to temptation. Just one person..one insignificant life.. The girl was walking with her head stuck in a book. Beautiful brown hair fell across her eyes, and she kept batting it away in annoyance. Seto immediately saw that her shapely figure was decked in white shorts with a bright purple top, complete with a matching white jacket.
For a moment Seto's mouth went dry.
But then his bloodlust kicked in, and he pounced.
XXX
Tea walked home from Yugi's game shop. He had given her a book on Duel Monsters, and it was so fascinating that she couldn't stop reading it.
Besides, it kept her mind off the frightening dark.
As she turned a corner, Tea heard footsteps moving fast in her direction. She didn't even bother to look up from the text. Must be some weird runner. I mean truly, running in the dark? She leaned against the wall to let the guy go buy, but he didn't.
Instead, he jumped at her.
Tea looked up just in time to see a dark figure's hand clamp over her mouth. She couldn't see anything else about him.
Fear washed over her in waves. She became aware of everything around her. The cold brick wall against her back, the man's callused skin, and the cold blanket of night.
Tea looked fearfully up at the mysterious man's face. Panic caused her heart to beat in a fury, and a tingling sensation danced up and down her limbs.
He shifted, and the bottom half of his face was unveiled. Tea had expected him to be smirking, but his lips were pressed tightly together as if he were in pain.
She didn't care. All that mattered was getting free.
Run.
Tea quickly turned her head and bit him as hard as she could.
In shock the hand retreated.
Run.
Tea turned to the left and sped off down the street, running to no where in particular but a safe haven. She hadn't gone far, though, when she felt a hand clamp onto her arm. The man's cold fingers bit into her skin, hurting her. She yelped in pain and spun around to kick the guy or something so she could get away.
She stopped in mid-spin.
The man was now standing in a lighter spot, and she could see his face.
It was Kaiba.
Before she could say or do anything, he had her bent over his arm and her head pulled back.
Tea trembled in fear.
Seto's arm snaked its way around her waist, clamping her to him. Now there was no way for her to escape.
"What are you going to do to me?" She whispered in fear. Her mind was shouting warnings of rape, but she didn't believe Seto was so cruel.
"Nothing, if I can help it," came the deep reply. His voice sounded like sandpaper. Seto slowly bent down over her neck, looking as if he was in deep pain. The lines etched in his face were more pronounced than usual, and his eyes looked starved.
But for what?
Tea went stiff in his arms when his tongue flicked out against her neck. He started playing with her, kissing her neck and nudging it gently.
"D-don't do this to me, Seto," his first name slipped easily from Tea's lips, but she didn't notice. She was too afraid to notice anything but the man draped around her.
But Seto did. For some reason he reveled his name on her lips. He couldn't fathom why he felt that jolt whenever he saw her. This feeling was new. But bloodlust wasn't. Seto opened his mouth against her pulse. It quickened under his lips.
Pounding with energy..
A voice in the back of his head yelled at him to stop, to turn away. But Seto couldn't. His inbred vampire genes were on high alert tonight, and the temptation was too great.
He slid his fangs into Tea's artery, delving ever deeper. The sweet taste of blood washed down his throat. Memories started to flood him. Thoughts, dreams, and questions filled his mind.
And then it happened.
Tea started to gasp for air, and Seto felt her pain. She started to squirm, and he felt her fear. Her last shimmer of hope.
He couldn't do it. He just..couldn't.
Seto's heart was half-human. He was a Mortim, and his good side went out to the innocent girl in his arms.
It was too much to bear. It was Tea for God's sake!
Seto dropped the girl just in time. If he had continued drinking for one more minute, she would have died.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered in horror. His fangs retracted slowly. Seto bent down and scooped the pale Tea into his arms as if she weighed nothing and sprinted towards his mansion.
Every step of the way, Kaiba kicked himself for his weakness. Now, because of him, an innocent was in mortal danger. Because of him, many others were dead. And still more were soulslaves.
A part of Seto told him to stop fighting, to give in. The prospect seemed so inviting.. Kaiba angrily thrust it out of his mind. No one was going to get hurt by his hands as long as he took those pills.
But the pills were what were killing him.
He just didn't know it.
XXX
My light, my love.
I uncoiled myself to stand at my full height against the numerous stars. My midnight eyes lifted up to the sky as I surveyed the many constellations of past heroes. They smiled down on me in peace, bathing me in their light.
My heart flows in a wave-like motion, sending off a serene aura, attracting spirits. Many glide behind me as I begin to slowly glide down the looming hill.
I have heard my call.
The mortals call me the Grim Reaper, but I am not. I am the banister, the ill will that snuffs the final candle.
I am the Soul Stalker.
I arrive at a large gate within the timeless night. Beyond the great wall lies an expansive courtyard that surrounds the mansion.
In it lies my prey.
Walking through the wall, I proceed to run up a path, my dark cape billowing out from behind me, fluttering in the windless night.
My light, my love.
I can feel my victim's pulse from here. It beats steadily in the air. After I climb the mansion's stairs, a door looms up before me. I walk through it easily. Four walls rise up around me. Furniture falls into place, and two figures form.
One is pulsing with the light, the other with slithering darkness. The light one lies on a bed, pale and faint. Her hand is Kaiba's, the dark one's.
But as I watch, his dark aura starts to morph and twist. My prey's light starts to wheedle its way in. Her goodness is starting to affect Seto.
His Light of Love was found.
A feeling of relief and hope washes over me before I change into my Founder's state of mind. My bodyrythm changes and my soulstring glows anew.
I take out one of my many jars. This one contains the red light of love.
Slowly, timelessly, I glide over to Tea. No longer will she join the next world, but instead she will become immortal, and obtain all the traits of a proper Light of Love.
Unscrewing the jar, I open Tea's heart and pour the red light in. I do the same to Seto. "May you live and die well," I murmur to both. Then, with the snap of my fingers, I am gone and time resumes.
XXX
The dream time has come.
My body tosses and turns in this world, twisting in frightened pain.
In the other realm of dreams, however, my mind is steady. Nothing's shape is exact. No sound can truly be heard, but I can fell my senses, visualize them in my mind.
I have been having this dream every night. I know what will happen, yet the fright I feel never changes. I can always sense my heart, feel my muscles clench; though I have none here.
In the dream, there is a bed. I see myself lying on it, tossing and turning as I am in real life. Dark swirls of purple float in the black nothingness around me. No sound can truly be heard but I can sense my murmurs and pants as I sleep in the rustling covers. And then my view comes from my body's eyes as I open them slowly.
Right away I know something is not right.
My room looks normal, every detail imprinted in my mind. Toys lay in piles pushed up against the far wall, my closet is open, yet there is no light radiating from it to create the illusion of safety for my aibou.
But the room seems darker, more engulfed in shadows. An evil feeling hangs in the air.
One of unspeakable horrors and whispers of a nightmare..
It frightens me. I push back the covers and run to the door. It looms up before me, but instead of feeling relieved when I reach it, I feel as if I've fallen into some sort of trap. I know that I have; this dream is always the same. A size less spark forms before me, throwing daggers of light from its core.
It crackles with energy.
The light starts to advance on me. The room disappears except for the door, the light, and a vent.
In endless fear, I grope for the doorknob and turn it. The door doesn't budge.
The light is now right above me, growing and throbbing with mad energy.
I know what will happen when it reaches me. I know that this is a dream. I know that it is not.
I pull on the knob franticly, but the only thing it does is seemingly laugh at my fate.
The vent behind me beckons.
Turning around, I sprint towards it.
Every step I take, it moves back.
The distance is long, but like every other time, I make it.
The small vent expands. Its bars disappear as I blindly jump into it.
And then it's black. Nothing happens. There are no objects, no feelings.
My view switches again. I see myself falling..falling..
The next part is the only variable in the dream: I either land on the bed or the floor.
I'm hoping to land on the bed, it's less of a shock.
But I don't. I and on the floor with a thud.
Books topple around me, and I wake up.
Light embraces me again. Normally I do not like it, but now it is a relief to be safe. But I know safety is only an illusion.
A/N: Ok, so I just wrote fifteen pages, I was aiming for seventeen, but whatever. All right, I have to recommend a greeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaat movie to y'all! It is called Big Trouble, and if you are a smart person you will get the movie and understand the jokes. It is really funny. Hahahahahahaha! Rugala! HAHAHAHAHA! Ok, it's dark humor so beware. OH! OH! OH! If you like dark humor, check out Drop Dead Gorgeous. It is sooooooooooooooooo funny! HAHAHAHA! Sorry. I have just typed seventeen pages, and my brain is a bit messed up right now. Seventeen pages. It was sooooooo..I donno. Ok. If you like this fiction, you will most likely like the books In the Forests of the Night and Demon in my View. They are a bit small and are written by a fourteen-year-old, but that just adds to the essence of the story in my opinion. I also was inspired by one of my mom's drawings and a fanfiction story that I cannot remember the name of. It was really good, though. And no, I am not older than fourteen. Ok, sorry, I had to recommend those. I also had to say that. Ok, I want Harpie Lady and Firesong to know that in their story, I do not appreciate being paired up with Tristan. He's sorta cute, but I would prefer Joey, who, by the way, I am like so made for. Don't you think? Joey and I sitting in a tree.. *sighs* News of the day: Sheryl Crow is forty. Sure doesn't look it on the Parade-if that is its name, I'm not much into magazines and the like. Ok, ANYWAY! I was wondering off the subject there (as I always do) but I will now go back to track. Please read and review/rate. I do not like flames, but criticism is..better but diminishing to the ego. I will require fifteen more reviews before I continue, and that is only five more. I wanted to write more on this chapter, but I decided to hold Mai's part off until later. I'm thinking of putting her with Joey..even though she's a____. I'm not going to tell you what because I am evil and do not feel like it. Also, please tell me if this was a little too dark. I plan to give Yugi a part in the next chapter. Another also is that RYOU DID NOT DIE! Nor shall anyone else who hears the music and sees the light. Do not worry, I don't like killing Yu-Gi-Oh! characters off because I am such a wonderful person. Yami Ash Nite: *laughs* Ash Nite: Shut up, Yami. Please R&R.
Ok, I wrote this in my 'handy dandy notebook' and I sorta proofread it.well.not really.But that's not the point. The first section I'm putting in is one that I crossed out because it didn't fit.but I like it so I'm going to mess with the story a bit so I can fit it in.
Ok, thanks to all four of my reviewers: Firesong and Harpie Lady (who reviewed me way too much, saying that now I had nine reviews so I should continue, which I wasn't going to count, but Harpie Lady gave me this little prep talk yesterday so I'm writing anyway. Thank you Harpie Lady. Firesong. you just have issues), Demon Wolf, and Sungirl. Jocrox doesn't count because.well it's complicated.
Ok, this section will be short. This chapter won't.
Chapter three
Laura's energy is strong. I can sense her aura from here.
I start to grow cold. My thoughts slow and I get dizzy, fast.
I have to have blood soon, or my whisper of death will soon join the wind.
I will be snuffed out like a candle.
A girl below me walks onto the dark street. Her heartbeat is in the rhythm of my own.
Damn. I had wanted to find Laura, but I was too weak. I need.. blood.. so.. bad..
A hoarse cry escapes my throat as I feel my soulstring begin to wither. It was now or never.
I jump from the rooftop and land behind the girl. Having no time to spare, I strike her across the face - causing her head to snap back for a few seconds.
That was all I needed.
Before she could even scream, I had ripped away the skin over her artery with my fangs and began to drink my fill.
She gasped in surprise only once before she lay limp in my arms. I had torn her neck. I shook my head in self-disgust. I knew to never go so long without energy - yet I had been so eager for to have something different happen that. I'd just ignored that costly lesson.
Looking up at the stars, I search for Laura's soulstring again, latching onto it when it's found.
I'll make her pay for distracting me with her life.
XXX
I watched in fascination as a female around my age conversed with the Shadow Walker. She fascinated me. She was like a mystic creature with hidden secrets that called to me.
Getting her would be a challenge.
Crouching on the side of a wall, I peer down at my new victim. I cannot see anything but her outline as she is decked completely with black silk.
She's all curves, though, that's for sure.
The Shadow Walker quickly tosses Laura a little glass jar. I quickly sniff its aura.
A scent of mixed emotions met me, one of hope, happiness, love, despair, and regret. I instantly understood.
She's a soulslave.
XXX
There are no images. There is no light.
Only a dark ring.an evil source of power.
Ryou awoke with a start. His ring was glowing in the dark, shimmering.throbbing.
He looked around the room. An eerie music played mournfully, tickling his senses, calling to the ring.
Unknown instruments and foreign sounds floated up to him through his window. The sound brought light to the room, showing Ryou the way.
To what, he didn't know.
Hear the music, see the light, kept pounding in his skull.
Like a puppet on strings, Ryou pushed away the covers and got out of bed.
The only way out of his room was by the door on the right wall and the window. Even though the music was coming from outside, Ryou was guided to the hall.
With every step he took, the ring grew brighter.
Hear the music, see the light.
Overcome with curiosity, Ryou slipped out the door.
The music floats in from the window at the far end of the hall..guiding..beckoning.
The moon rays spill on the hardwood floor, creating an eerie path to the window. Ryou's feet advance on the opening as if on their own will. He glides after the music silently, knowing that he's following the footsteps of someone before him - that he's about to witness the past come back.
Hear the music, see the light.
Ryou couldn't stop. The music danced around him slowly, mystically. The rest of the world drowned out..leaving only Ryou and the music..
Snapping out of his trance, Ryou found himself in a clearing. He couldn't remember this place.
He looked down at his ring. The light was blinding, and it seemed to jump and vibrate with tension.
Suddenly the air shimmered, and three images appeared out of no where.
They looked like holograms. They were black and white with 2D complexions that wavered amongst static.
A woman in an old fashioned nightdress was running from a man who was clad in an equally old outfit. He seemed rather familiar..
On the ground at the man's feet was a girl whose image was especially wavy. She had what appeared to be a snakebite on her neck.
Warning bells rang in Ryou's head. A voice inside him screamed to run away as far and fast as possible, but no matter how hard Ryou tried, he stayed rooted to the spot.
The air had suddenly grown thick around his lower torso, making it impossible for him to move.
And so Ryou watched..
The man's arm was clamped around the woman's middle, rendering her immobile. He bent down and licked her neck. At first the woman seemed to melt in his arms, but when her captor's mouth opened, she kicked an elbowed her way out of his grasp before running like hell.
A static scream tore from her throat when the male finally caught her.
He bent over her and latched onto her throat, drinking and yet.giving. The picture faded slowly out until only their snow was left.
Ryou stood stalk still - frozen in shock before his senses returned.
He tried to run, but the air was still clogged around him. It slowly crawled up his arms, holding them motionless.
The ring floated out from Ryou's chest - glowing and throbbing with energy.
The necklace started to shrink. Slowly at first - but then with more speed.
It closed around Ryou's neck, choking him, gagging him. Images whirled through his mind. The women, the man.
Joey.
Ryou's eyes rolled to the back of his head in pain. His face felt as if it were on fire. The air suddenly went back to normal, and Ryou fell to his knees, his hands going up to grasp the ring around his neck, trying to pry it off. But it was no use.
Ryou's last coherent thought was a question that would go unanswered for far too long. What's happening?
(((A/N: Do not worry, he's not dead)
XXX
Kaiba walked slowly down the dark street. He wanted to get home as soon as possible for Mokuba, and yet the cool night air was so inviting.
He knew he had to get home fast, or else temptation would overcome him, and someone would die.. But Kaiba thrived in the dark.
And he lived for blood.
Unwillingly, Kaiba's bodyrythm started to pound, and it reached out to the farthest corners of the city. Soulstrings beckoned to him, guiding his footsteps in their directions.
"No!' Kaiba tore the word from his throat as though it was the hardest thing he'd ever done.
The dark cloak of night wrapped around him as Seto turned to run. He couldn't give in. He just couldn't. No one would parish at his hands tonight, nor any other night.
Seto was through with being a vampire.
Blood pumped in his veins, his heart beat in his ears, reminding him of his true heritage.
I can't give in! I can't give in! Seto chanted himself as he ran towards home.
He saw a woman turn the corner up ahead of him. Her bodyrythm beat in tune to his. Her soulstring glowed with emotion and energy.
Emotion. Seto hadn't had those for so long.. What is the point of living if I cannot truly live? He thought, giving in to temptation. Just one person..one insignificant life.. The girl was walking with her head stuck in a book. Beautiful brown hair fell across her eyes, and she kept batting it away in annoyance. Seto immediately saw that her shapely figure was decked in white shorts with a bright purple top, complete with a matching white jacket.
For a moment Seto's mouth went dry.
But then his bloodlust kicked in, and he pounced.
XXX
Tea walked home from Yugi's game shop. He had given her a book on Duel Monsters, and it was so fascinating that she couldn't stop reading it.
Besides, it kept her mind off the frightening dark.
As she turned a corner, Tea heard footsteps moving fast in her direction. She didn't even bother to look up from the text. Must be some weird runner. I mean truly, running in the dark? She leaned against the wall to let the guy go buy, but he didn't.
Instead, he jumped at her.
Tea looked up just in time to see a dark figure's hand clamp over her mouth. She couldn't see anything else about him.
Fear washed over her in waves. She became aware of everything around her. The cold brick wall against her back, the man's callused skin, and the cold blanket of night.
Tea looked fearfully up at the mysterious man's face. Panic caused her heart to beat in a fury, and a tingling sensation danced up and down her limbs.
He shifted, and the bottom half of his face was unveiled. Tea had expected him to be smirking, but his lips were pressed tightly together as if he were in pain.
She didn't care. All that mattered was getting free.
Run.
Tea quickly turned her head and bit him as hard as she could.
In shock the hand retreated.
Run.
Tea turned to the left and sped off down the street, running to no where in particular but a safe haven. She hadn't gone far, though, when she felt a hand clamp onto her arm. The man's cold fingers bit into her skin, hurting her. She yelped in pain and spun around to kick the guy or something so she could get away.
She stopped in mid-spin.
The man was now standing in a lighter spot, and she could see his face.
It was Kaiba.
Before she could say or do anything, he had her bent over his arm and her head pulled back.
Tea trembled in fear.
Seto's arm snaked its way around her waist, clamping her to him. Now there was no way for her to escape.
"What are you going to do to me?" She whispered in fear. Her mind was shouting warnings of rape, but she didn't believe Seto was so cruel.
"Nothing, if I can help it," came the deep reply. His voice sounded like sandpaper. Seto slowly bent down over her neck, looking as if he was in deep pain. The lines etched in his face were more pronounced than usual, and his eyes looked starved.
But for what?
Tea went stiff in his arms when his tongue flicked out against her neck. He started playing with her, kissing her neck and nudging it gently.
"D-don't do this to me, Seto," his first name slipped easily from Tea's lips, but she didn't notice. She was too afraid to notice anything but the man draped around her.
But Seto did. For some reason he reveled his name on her lips. He couldn't fathom why he felt that jolt whenever he saw her. This feeling was new. But bloodlust wasn't. Seto opened his mouth against her pulse. It quickened under his lips.
Pounding with energy..
A voice in the back of his head yelled at him to stop, to turn away. But Seto couldn't. His inbred vampire genes were on high alert tonight, and the temptation was too great.
He slid his fangs into Tea's artery, delving ever deeper. The sweet taste of blood washed down his throat. Memories started to flood him. Thoughts, dreams, and questions filled his mind.
And then it happened.
Tea started to gasp for air, and Seto felt her pain. She started to squirm, and he felt her fear. Her last shimmer of hope.
He couldn't do it. He just..couldn't.
Seto's heart was half-human. He was a Mortim, and his good side went out to the innocent girl in his arms.
It was too much to bear. It was Tea for God's sake!
Seto dropped the girl just in time. If he had continued drinking for one more minute, she would have died.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered in horror. His fangs retracted slowly. Seto bent down and scooped the pale Tea into his arms as if she weighed nothing and sprinted towards his mansion.
Every step of the way, Kaiba kicked himself for his weakness. Now, because of him, an innocent was in mortal danger. Because of him, many others were dead. And still more were soulslaves.
A part of Seto told him to stop fighting, to give in. The prospect seemed so inviting.. Kaiba angrily thrust it out of his mind. No one was going to get hurt by his hands as long as he took those pills.
But the pills were what were killing him.
He just didn't know it.
XXX
My light, my love.
I uncoiled myself to stand at my full height against the numerous stars. My midnight eyes lifted up to the sky as I surveyed the many constellations of past heroes. They smiled down on me in peace, bathing me in their light.
My heart flows in a wave-like motion, sending off a serene aura, attracting spirits. Many glide behind me as I begin to slowly glide down the looming hill.
I have heard my call.
The mortals call me the Grim Reaper, but I am not. I am the banister, the ill will that snuffs the final candle.
I am the Soul Stalker.
I arrive at a large gate within the timeless night. Beyond the great wall lies an expansive courtyard that surrounds the mansion.
In it lies my prey.
Walking through the wall, I proceed to run up a path, my dark cape billowing out from behind me, fluttering in the windless night.
My light, my love.
I can feel my victim's pulse from here. It beats steadily in the air. After I climb the mansion's stairs, a door looms up before me. I walk through it easily. Four walls rise up around me. Furniture falls into place, and two figures form.
One is pulsing with the light, the other with slithering darkness. The light one lies on a bed, pale and faint. Her hand is Kaiba's, the dark one's.
But as I watch, his dark aura starts to morph and twist. My prey's light starts to wheedle its way in. Her goodness is starting to affect Seto.
His Light of Love was found.
A feeling of relief and hope washes over me before I change into my Founder's state of mind. My bodyrythm changes and my soulstring glows anew.
I take out one of my many jars. This one contains the red light of love.
Slowly, timelessly, I glide over to Tea. No longer will she join the next world, but instead she will become immortal, and obtain all the traits of a proper Light of Love.
Unscrewing the jar, I open Tea's heart and pour the red light in. I do the same to Seto. "May you live and die well," I murmur to both. Then, with the snap of my fingers, I am gone and time resumes.
XXX
The dream time has come.
My body tosses and turns in this world, twisting in frightened pain.
In the other realm of dreams, however, my mind is steady. Nothing's shape is exact. No sound can truly be heard, but I can fell my senses, visualize them in my mind.
I have been having this dream every night. I know what will happen, yet the fright I feel never changes. I can always sense my heart, feel my muscles clench; though I have none here.
In the dream, there is a bed. I see myself lying on it, tossing and turning as I am in real life. Dark swirls of purple float in the black nothingness around me. No sound can truly be heard but I can sense my murmurs and pants as I sleep in the rustling covers. And then my view comes from my body's eyes as I open them slowly.
Right away I know something is not right.
My room looks normal, every detail imprinted in my mind. Toys lay in piles pushed up against the far wall, my closet is open, yet there is no light radiating from it to create the illusion of safety for my aibou.
But the room seems darker, more engulfed in shadows. An evil feeling hangs in the air.
One of unspeakable horrors and whispers of a nightmare..
It frightens me. I push back the covers and run to the door. It looms up before me, but instead of feeling relieved when I reach it, I feel as if I've fallen into some sort of trap. I know that I have; this dream is always the same. A size less spark forms before me, throwing daggers of light from its core.
It crackles with energy.
The light starts to advance on me. The room disappears except for the door, the light, and a vent.
In endless fear, I grope for the doorknob and turn it. The door doesn't budge.
The light is now right above me, growing and throbbing with mad energy.
I know what will happen when it reaches me. I know that this is a dream. I know that it is not.
I pull on the knob franticly, but the only thing it does is seemingly laugh at my fate.
The vent behind me beckons.
Turning around, I sprint towards it.
Every step I take, it moves back.
The distance is long, but like every other time, I make it.
The small vent expands. Its bars disappear as I blindly jump into it.
And then it's black. Nothing happens. There are no objects, no feelings.
My view switches again. I see myself falling..falling..
The next part is the only variable in the dream: I either land on the bed or the floor.
I'm hoping to land on the bed, it's less of a shock.
But I don't. I and on the floor with a thud.
Books topple around me, and I wake up.
Light embraces me again. Normally I do not like it, but now it is a relief to be safe. But I know safety is only an illusion.
A/N: Ok, so I just wrote fifteen pages, I was aiming for seventeen, but whatever. All right, I have to recommend a greeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaat movie to y'all! It is called Big Trouble, and if you are a smart person you will get the movie and understand the jokes. It is really funny. Hahahahahahaha! Rugala! HAHAHAHAHA! Ok, it's dark humor so beware. OH! OH! OH! If you like dark humor, check out Drop Dead Gorgeous. It is sooooooooooooooooo funny! HAHAHAHA! Sorry. I have just typed seventeen pages, and my brain is a bit messed up right now. Seventeen pages. It was sooooooo..I donno. Ok. If you like this fiction, you will most likely like the books In the Forests of the Night and Demon in my View. They are a bit small and are written by a fourteen-year-old, but that just adds to the essence of the story in my opinion. I also was inspired by one of my mom's drawings and a fanfiction story that I cannot remember the name of. It was really good, though. And no, I am not older than fourteen. Ok, sorry, I had to recommend those. I also had to say that. Ok, I want Harpie Lady and Firesong to know that in their story, I do not appreciate being paired up with Tristan. He's sorta cute, but I would prefer Joey, who, by the way, I am like so made for. Don't you think? Joey and I sitting in a tree.. *sighs* News of the day: Sheryl Crow is forty. Sure doesn't look it on the Parade-if that is its name, I'm not much into magazines and the like. Ok, ANYWAY! I was wondering off the subject there (as I always do) but I will now go back to track. Please read and review/rate. I do not like flames, but criticism is..better but diminishing to the ego. I will require fifteen more reviews before I continue, and that is only five more. I wanted to write more on this chapter, but I decided to hold Mai's part off until later. I'm thinking of putting her with Joey..even though she's a____. I'm not going to tell you what because I am evil and do not feel like it. Also, please tell me if this was a little too dark. I plan to give Yugi a part in the next chapter. Another also is that RYOU DID NOT DIE! Nor shall anyone else who hears the music and sees the light. Do not worry, I don't like killing Yu-Gi-Oh! characters off because I am such a wonderful person. Yami Ash Nite: *laughs* Ash Nite: Shut up, Yami. Please R&R.
