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Ok, so this is my ATTEMPT at writing action, K? If you do not mind, some one important dies here, I'm sorry, but I felt like doing it so, HA! Also, um..yeah...this may be a bit short but I don't like keeping you all waiting!! ^___^ Also, the person who dies here will still play apart in the story.
Also, I am so sorry if this is bad, but I had to post this fast because I'm sorry for making you wait!
So sit back and enjoy! AND R&R OR ELSE I WON'T CONTINUE!!!!
Chapter Four: The Seduction of Power
The full moon shone down upon a cloaked figure. Chaotic colors from the Shadow World made up his hair, matching the many layers that made up his black soul. Gold armbands gripped tightly at his skin - biting into his immortal flesh, though he never noticed.
Walking miles in a minute, this spirit was concentrated on a single soul, a single victim. To watch him stalk the girl was like watching a predator stalk its prey.
Glowing stars shown in midnight blue, floating in the windy night. Of constellations and legends, they sparkled lightly in the sky.
YAMI'S POV~
Almost no one was wandering the streets at this hour. A few soulslaves were grouped here and there, but the humans were scarce. Most were able to sense the Predator Hour with fear, and those who didn't died - if they were lucky.
I walked swiftly down the street - like a panther on the attack. My leather trench coat waved out behind me, fluttering folds in the windy night. Trees bowed down to my presence and the wind sung softly in my ears; whistling past as I took a leap - springing softly from the ground at a crouch.
The city below me shrunk until the scarce cars looked like a child's toys. My eagle eyes searched the ground as I moved upwards towards my peak. A movement, so small, caught my attention. It wasn't physical, but mental. I sensed someone's aura decrease as if evaporating slowly. Some one was trying to hide from my dark presence. It must be her.
I sped downwards in a dive, the skyscrapers shooting up all around me, the objects of earth looming larger and closer as wind rippled through my hair and tore through my clothes, making them flap like the fabric of sails.
I landed in a crouch, one hand spread on the pavement, the other shooting for the stars as my cloak fell all around me. A slender girl stood tense, her back turned before me. Her shoulders were rigid, but her breathing was calm.
Brown hair fell in waves down her back, glistening in the moonlight. For a few seconds, she and I just stood there, perfectly still as if in a tableau.
And then it started.
Out of nowhere the girl, my prey, pivoted on her right and shot out her leg. I wasn't fazed or shocked in the least. It was actually quite amusing how predictable that move had been. Jumping up - still in a crouch - I easily dodged her seeping foot and lashed out with my own.
As quickly as I, Laura spun around in a block, grabbing my ankle and twisting it ruthlessly until I hit the ground.
No pain met me. I never even fell. Instead, my hand struck out into her face. But of course the attack missed. She merely dodged me - shoving aside my hand and leaving my body unprotected.
Swirling around each other and fighting amongst cloaks and flying limbs, we fought together, moving swiftly and easily.
Her hands lashed out, and so did mine. We used a series of effective blocks, and minimal blood was drawn.
I was so concentrated; my mind's sole purpose was to defeat her without hurting myself. I never even noticed how good she was until it was too late.
A blue streak of lightning flashed out from the sky, and rolling thunder followed soon after. As if on cue, the wind picked up - howling like mournful spirits.
I felt hits on my side and my ankle twist with the snap of bones. I noticed she was getting equally injured and weak, so I used this knowledge to my advantage.
Spreading my arms, hands down, I sprung, feeling the weight on my feet ebb as I lifted into the air.
Time seemed to slow as I flew towards my opponent. With a hiss, she was knocked down onto the pavement. Though she struggled, I locked her hands together and pulled them above her head - my body trapping hers to the ground.
She lay perfectly still - not breathing in gulps of air as I weighed down her stomach. To the everyday person she'd look dead, but I know that she doesn't need oxygen to survive. None of us do.
I stared down into her amber eyes with a sick smile. She showed neither fear nor emotion as I slowly lowered my head and licked the sweet spot on her neck. Instead of a pulse, I felt the run-on rhythm of her energy soaring through the artery. I shivered in delight as I felt its power run below my lips. Suddenly, my fangs shot out, piercing her skin.
I could feel her struggle beneath me, but thought of no way that she could escape. This is where I made my fatal mistake.
Somehow I found myself pushed onto the ground beneath her. She saddled me, her leather pants rubbing against my sides. She spoke quietly and calmly, as if she were not half drained of her power. "Soon, your voice will join the whispers of the dead, as your lust for power has overwhelmed all your rational thought."
And with that, she summoned a knife from somewhere within her sleeve by a flick of her wrist. Before I could react, before I could even do anything, she planted the blade square in my heart.
Flesh and muscle tore, veins were sliced open. And ice-cold daggers of pain shot throughout my body, followed by the warmth of released blood. But the worst thing was my heart. Though it had died thousands of years ago, pain still washed over me in a climax of torture.
Laura stared into my wide eyes without emotion and twisted the blade sharply.
I felt the muscle tear, felt parts of it come off and entwine around the knife. I screamed like never before my body crying out in agony and my soul rising in an undulating note of horror. My self rose off the ground as a blue spirit emerged from the wound, floating into the windless night; already wandering aimlessly - too black for an afterlife.
The world blurred, mixed together. A soon as the blade retreated, I stretched out my hand towards the soul in pain. 'Don't leave me,' my body rasped. It was ignored. Slowly, my eyes closed, and everything blacked out. My corpse returned to ash, and in relief, the pain resided.
(((A/N: He is dead, but like I said, we'll see more of him later! ^__^)))
Laura stood from the ashes and watched them scatter. Once a great pharaoh and vampire, a noble soul, this creature was gone. And she was here to take his place.
She turned her back on the site where they had fought, and proceeded to walk on her way to her original destination before she'd been temporarily sidetracked. 'No mercy,' she thought, and licked the blade clean.
A/N: Disgusting! Oh well...It wasn't so good, but I have to post it 'cause it is crucial to the plot and y'all have been waiting! So sorry!
Ok, thank you to all my wonderful reviewers! Especially Sungirl who made me post this!
Adios!
Err...uh...Ja ne!
Oh yeah, and most importantly, R&R or I won't continue!!!
Ok, so this is my ATTEMPT at writing action, K? If you do not mind, some one important dies here, I'm sorry, but I felt like doing it so, HA! Also, um..yeah...this may be a bit short but I don't like keeping you all waiting!! ^___^ Also, the person who dies here will still play apart in the story.
Also, I am so sorry if this is bad, but I had to post this fast because I'm sorry for making you wait!
So sit back and enjoy! AND R&R OR ELSE I WON'T CONTINUE!!!!
Chapter Four: The Seduction of Power
The full moon shone down upon a cloaked figure. Chaotic colors from the Shadow World made up his hair, matching the many layers that made up his black soul. Gold armbands gripped tightly at his skin - biting into his immortal flesh, though he never noticed.
Walking miles in a minute, this spirit was concentrated on a single soul, a single victim. To watch him stalk the girl was like watching a predator stalk its prey.
Glowing stars shown in midnight blue, floating in the windy night. Of constellations and legends, they sparkled lightly in the sky.
YAMI'S POV~
Almost no one was wandering the streets at this hour. A few soulslaves were grouped here and there, but the humans were scarce. Most were able to sense the Predator Hour with fear, and those who didn't died - if they were lucky.
I walked swiftly down the street - like a panther on the attack. My leather trench coat waved out behind me, fluttering folds in the windy night. Trees bowed down to my presence and the wind sung softly in my ears; whistling past as I took a leap - springing softly from the ground at a crouch.
The city below me shrunk until the scarce cars looked like a child's toys. My eagle eyes searched the ground as I moved upwards towards my peak. A movement, so small, caught my attention. It wasn't physical, but mental. I sensed someone's aura decrease as if evaporating slowly. Some one was trying to hide from my dark presence. It must be her.
I sped downwards in a dive, the skyscrapers shooting up all around me, the objects of earth looming larger and closer as wind rippled through my hair and tore through my clothes, making them flap like the fabric of sails.
I landed in a crouch, one hand spread on the pavement, the other shooting for the stars as my cloak fell all around me. A slender girl stood tense, her back turned before me. Her shoulders were rigid, but her breathing was calm.
Brown hair fell in waves down her back, glistening in the moonlight. For a few seconds, she and I just stood there, perfectly still as if in a tableau.
And then it started.
Out of nowhere the girl, my prey, pivoted on her right and shot out her leg. I wasn't fazed or shocked in the least. It was actually quite amusing how predictable that move had been. Jumping up - still in a crouch - I easily dodged her seeping foot and lashed out with my own.
As quickly as I, Laura spun around in a block, grabbing my ankle and twisting it ruthlessly until I hit the ground.
No pain met me. I never even fell. Instead, my hand struck out into her face. But of course the attack missed. She merely dodged me - shoving aside my hand and leaving my body unprotected.
Swirling around each other and fighting amongst cloaks and flying limbs, we fought together, moving swiftly and easily.
Her hands lashed out, and so did mine. We used a series of effective blocks, and minimal blood was drawn.
I was so concentrated; my mind's sole purpose was to defeat her without hurting myself. I never even noticed how good she was until it was too late.
A blue streak of lightning flashed out from the sky, and rolling thunder followed soon after. As if on cue, the wind picked up - howling like mournful spirits.
I felt hits on my side and my ankle twist with the snap of bones. I noticed she was getting equally injured and weak, so I used this knowledge to my advantage.
Spreading my arms, hands down, I sprung, feeling the weight on my feet ebb as I lifted into the air.
Time seemed to slow as I flew towards my opponent. With a hiss, she was knocked down onto the pavement. Though she struggled, I locked her hands together and pulled them above her head - my body trapping hers to the ground.
She lay perfectly still - not breathing in gulps of air as I weighed down her stomach. To the everyday person she'd look dead, but I know that she doesn't need oxygen to survive. None of us do.
I stared down into her amber eyes with a sick smile. She showed neither fear nor emotion as I slowly lowered my head and licked the sweet spot on her neck. Instead of a pulse, I felt the run-on rhythm of her energy soaring through the artery. I shivered in delight as I felt its power run below my lips. Suddenly, my fangs shot out, piercing her skin.
I could feel her struggle beneath me, but thought of no way that she could escape. This is where I made my fatal mistake.
Somehow I found myself pushed onto the ground beneath her. She saddled me, her leather pants rubbing against my sides. She spoke quietly and calmly, as if she were not half drained of her power. "Soon, your voice will join the whispers of the dead, as your lust for power has overwhelmed all your rational thought."
And with that, she summoned a knife from somewhere within her sleeve by a flick of her wrist. Before I could react, before I could even do anything, she planted the blade square in my heart.
Flesh and muscle tore, veins were sliced open. And ice-cold daggers of pain shot throughout my body, followed by the warmth of released blood. But the worst thing was my heart. Though it had died thousands of years ago, pain still washed over me in a climax of torture.
Laura stared into my wide eyes without emotion and twisted the blade sharply.
I felt the muscle tear, felt parts of it come off and entwine around the knife. I screamed like never before my body crying out in agony and my soul rising in an undulating note of horror. My self rose off the ground as a blue spirit emerged from the wound, floating into the windless night; already wandering aimlessly - too black for an afterlife.
The world blurred, mixed together. A soon as the blade retreated, I stretched out my hand towards the soul in pain. 'Don't leave me,' my body rasped. It was ignored. Slowly, my eyes closed, and everything blacked out. My corpse returned to ash, and in relief, the pain resided.
(((A/N: He is dead, but like I said, we'll see more of him later! ^__^)))
Laura stood from the ashes and watched them scatter. Once a great pharaoh and vampire, a noble soul, this creature was gone. And she was here to take his place.
She turned her back on the site where they had fought, and proceeded to walk on her way to her original destination before she'd been temporarily sidetracked. 'No mercy,' she thought, and licked the blade clean.
A/N: Disgusting! Oh well...It wasn't so good, but I have to post it 'cause it is crucial to the plot and y'all have been waiting! So sorry!
Ok, thank you to all my wonderful reviewers! Especially Sungirl who made me post this!
Adios!
Err...uh...Ja ne!
Oh yeah, and most importantly, R&R or I won't continue!!!
