Disclaimer: i don't own YU-GI-OH, or it's characters, they all belong to there respective owners.
nor do i own any songs used in this fic. this fic is only used for entertainment purposes only.
WARNING!: this fic is rated R, and it's rated that for a reason!!!! that means that there will be lemons/limes.
also this fic is YAOI, which means boy on boy action! if two guys screwing each other like wild bunnies bothers you, then leave now, and don't come crying to me! you're responsible for your own actions, which means if you read this and you're totally grossed out, it's not my fault you're a dumbass! obviously you can read, so no excuses. now, for all the Yaoi fans out there, jump for joy, cuz this fic has lots of it! for all those homo-phobics out there, die and burn in hell!
( A/N: sorry to all those who were reading "the road less traveled" but it was hard to keep up with the plot, and i wanted to write a vamp. fic ever since i started reading "interview with a vampire" by Anne Rice. it's a really good book. that said, on with the fic!
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// thoughts// * song lyrics * "talking"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~( Seto's P.O.V )~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
i sighed as i piered out off of the balcony, gazing upon the horizon, whilst taking another sip from my wine glass, filled nearly
to the top with cat's blood. it was'nt at all pleasant. it had a strong mettalic taste to it, in which i never did enjoy unlike some of the other vampires who were'nt nearly as picky as me. that's right, i said vampire. i, Seto Kaiba, am a vampire. and no ordinary vampire at that. i am any thing but ordinary. aside from the fact that i suck blood and only go out at night, i am more like a human then a vampire. Yami, another vampire, said i would eventually grow out of it; but he was wrong. it has been nearly 1000 years and he's still saying that. despite his arguement, i have'nt changed a bit. well, atleast not personality wise. i am still the cold hearted elegant man i always was. that is how i apear; though on the inside i am quite different, especially around my little brother, Mokuba. he was the only person who could get past my sheild. past the person who cares about nothing more than himself and money, only for him to discover a kind hearted caring person who would'nt mind living in a box as long as his brother were happy. that is how i used to be before i became the monster i am now. how i became this,
i remember every detail as if it were happening right before my very eyes. i was born in france. paris france. i lived a some what happy life there, living like any other normal child my age with the exception that i was dirt poor. for 9 long years i lived in a broken down shack, taking care of my pregnant mother, since my father ran out on us once she concived a baby.
i half-heartedly don't blame him. they both knew they could'nt afford another mouth to feed. so one day my father said he was going out begging, and he never came back. we waited for months, my mother convinced he would return, but when we did'nt hear from him, i knew he had left us. so i got used to taking car of my self, and my mother untill the day finally came when she gave birth to a healthey baby boy. my brother. it was supposed to be a happy day, but it turned out to be any thing but happy. my mother fell deathly ill, an died of fever right after giving birth to Mokuba.
* crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal.
fear is how i fall, confusing what is real*
I tried my hardest to take care of Mokuba, some how managing to feed and school him, while taking some what decent care of my self. we stayed that way, living on our own for 10 years untill the law found out. then we were immediately takin to an
orphenage. i was an unusually bright boy, an intelligence that surpassed those of an adult's, so i had many requests to be adopted, but i refused to go without Mokuba. so the parents just gave up and left us alone. i eagerly awaited my adulthood as to adopt Mokuba my self, but my hopes and dreams were shattered into a million peices. just three days before my 18th birthday, a man named Gozubaro Kaiba ( spelling? ) came in. he challenged me to a game of chess, which like a fool i gladly excepted. it began well enough. he was a very competitive challenger. he almost beat me, destroying most of my nights, getting a mere move away from my king. only on turn, and i would've lost. but i saw a way out, and some how managed to take his king and win the game. he was both amazed and shocked. a child had beaten the world champion.
so after signing some papers, Mokuba and i were adopted.
* there's something inside
me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming, confusing, this lack of self controll
my fear is never ending,
controlling i can't seem*
the next day, Mokuba, Gozubaro and i traveled by ship across the ocean. i spent my days either playing with Mokuba or
standing atop the deck gazing at the ever lasting waves. i could'nt of been happier. or so i thought. for 3 months later, we arived in florida, just a mere 16 miles away from our true destination. there we traveled in a small moter boat across the everglades. i was terrified of the swamps. snakes, crocidiles, and various creatures every where. Mokuba seemed to enjoy it, but i just prayed to dear god that this was not what our home was like. finally, my prayers were answered as we arived at the Kaiba estate, located in Batun Rouge louisiana. it was the most beautiful thing i had ever seen! fountains every where, italian style gardens, and a huge oratory in the back. but the most amazing thing were the windows. the house was great, but i had a thing for the huge french windows. back home all we had was a mere hole carved in the wall, no glass sheilding us from the rain, but here we had 11 foot french windows, which i could gaze out of as much as i desired.
* to find my self again, my walls are closing in,
( with out sense confidence i'm convinced
that there's too much pressure to take )
i've felt this way before, so insecure *
i could say i loved it there. it felt as if i lived there ll my life, like my mother had never died, and my father had never left.
while Mokuba on the other hand hated it. he'd some times wake up in the middle of he night crying, and come to sleep in my bed. i'd hold him as he cried in my shoulder, telling me how much he hated it here and i'd whisper loving conforting words in his ear. we had a special bond, Mokuba and i. i was never as gentle with any one as i was with Mokuba. every one saw me as a spoiled brat, and i might have been, but not to Mokuba. i was his hero. his savior. his gardian, maybe even his god. no, of course i was'nt his god. Mokuba, unlike my self, was a strong catholic, so saying such things was against his highly against his religion. i, on the other hand, did not believe in catholism, nor did i believe in god. it was silly nonsense as i refered to it. of course this got me a strong punishment from Gozubaru. after he found out, i was locked in the oratory
with only the priest to keep me company. that really pissed me off.
*crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal.
fear is how i fall, confusing what is real*
i continued to stand up for my self, refusing to change my beliefs, getting my self countless beatings. so one night,
i snuck out. not to run away, for i could never leave Mokuba, but simply to see what it would be like on my own again.
that was the biggest mistake i made in my life. it was martigra, so i decided to head for new orleans to see what it was like.
lucky for me, we were just on the border of the large city, so getting there was no problem. once there, my eyes light up with joy. all around me were dancers, performers, and of course the occasional drunken man. for some reasion i felt it only fit to treat myself to a drink. so i headed into one of the bars. i took my seat at the bar, and ordered a scotch wiskey on ice.
the bar tender handed me my drink, and i took a large swig of the bitter liqued, wincing at the taste, causing the man next to me to laugh. i looked over to see who it was that was laughing at me. that's when i saw him. a very attractive man, with equely attractive large crimson eyes. unfortunately for me, i did'nt notice the long pounted fangs. he placed a hand on my shoulder, and asked me to step out side. he said he had a proposision for me.
*discomfort endlessly has pulled its self upon me
destracting, reacting,
against my will i stand beside my own reflection
it's haunting how i can't seem*
once outside, i barely had time to react as the man pinned me to a wall with incredible strength. "my name is Yami. remember that name." he whispered in my ear, before leaning over and sinking his razor sharp fangs ino my neck. i did'nt know what was going on, i did'nt have time. i slowly felt the blood draining from my body, making me grow weaker and weaker. i soon fell limp, and would've hit the ground if it were'nt for him holding me up. i felt dizzy and every thing began growing black. the man loosened his grip, and just as i was an inch from death, pulled his fangs out from my neck.
he pricked his wrist with one fang, then held it to my mouth. for some reason, i could'nt resist. i pulled the wrist into my mouth and began to suck. i smiled in relief as i felt the blood slide down my throat, a warm feeling growing in my stomach. finally, after eating to my fill, he pulled his wrist away. a few moments later, i began to feel strange. the first thing i noticed, was my hearing had improved. i could hear every thing around me. the taping of the dancers feet, the filling of the shot glasses, even the heart beat of every one around me. the next thing was i felt strangely cold, but for some reason it did'nt bother me. i felt numb. i looked up to see Yami smirking, then i realized what was happening. i had become like him. a vampire. i was knocked out of my state of shock, as Yami offered me a hand. i reached up to grab it, and the next thing i knew, i was in my living room, Yami by my side. "it's teleportation" he explained to me. i nodded my head, as Yami lead me up the stairs, untill we reached Gozubaru's room. he quietly opened the door, gesturing me to step inside. Yami walked over to the bed, and a mere seconds later, i was standing over gozubaru's lifeless form. yami had killed him. as cruel as it seems, i did'nt care. i never liked him much any way. once again, Yami lead me down the hall, untill we came to the room that belonged to my brother. he opened the door, this time gesturing for me to go in first. i watched as my brother slept, i watched the rise and fall of his chest, listened to the beating of his heart, and smelled the delicious scent of his blood running through his vains. before i could contenplate what i was doing, i leaned over my brothers body, and sank my teeth into his neck. my teeth were'nt fully developed, so i had to tear his flesh in order to get to his blood. i drank to my fill, but by the time i was done, he was dead. that was it. my brother was gone. and i had killed him.
*crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal.
fear is how i fall, confusing what is real
confusing what i real*
so here i am. nearly 1000 years later, here i am, still standing in the parlor, gazing out of the french windows. Yami, his lovr and i, along with a few servants ( who are also vampires ) are currently staying in the very house where i killed my own brother.
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Sun: * wipes sweat off brow * few! well, that's chapter one!
Fire: more chapters to come soon!
Water: hope you liked it!
Earth: we'll update soon, but untill then R&R!
nor do i own any songs used in this fic. this fic is only used for entertainment purposes only.
WARNING!: this fic is rated R, and it's rated that for a reason!!!! that means that there will be lemons/limes.
also this fic is YAOI, which means boy on boy action! if two guys screwing each other like wild bunnies bothers you, then leave now, and don't come crying to me! you're responsible for your own actions, which means if you read this and you're totally grossed out, it's not my fault you're a dumbass! obviously you can read, so no excuses. now, for all the Yaoi fans out there, jump for joy, cuz this fic has lots of it! for all those homo-phobics out there, die and burn in hell!
( A/N: sorry to all those who were reading "the road less traveled" but it was hard to keep up with the plot, and i wanted to write a vamp. fic ever since i started reading "interview with a vampire" by Anne Rice. it's a really good book. that said, on with the fic!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
// thoughts// * song lyrics * "talking"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~( Seto's P.O.V )~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
i sighed as i piered out off of the balcony, gazing upon the horizon, whilst taking another sip from my wine glass, filled nearly
to the top with cat's blood. it was'nt at all pleasant. it had a strong mettalic taste to it, in which i never did enjoy unlike some of the other vampires who were'nt nearly as picky as me. that's right, i said vampire. i, Seto Kaiba, am a vampire. and no ordinary vampire at that. i am any thing but ordinary. aside from the fact that i suck blood and only go out at night, i am more like a human then a vampire. Yami, another vampire, said i would eventually grow out of it; but he was wrong. it has been nearly 1000 years and he's still saying that. despite his arguement, i have'nt changed a bit. well, atleast not personality wise. i am still the cold hearted elegant man i always was. that is how i apear; though on the inside i am quite different, especially around my little brother, Mokuba. he was the only person who could get past my sheild. past the person who cares about nothing more than himself and money, only for him to discover a kind hearted caring person who would'nt mind living in a box as long as his brother were happy. that is how i used to be before i became the monster i am now. how i became this,
i remember every detail as if it were happening right before my very eyes. i was born in france. paris france. i lived a some what happy life there, living like any other normal child my age with the exception that i was dirt poor. for 9 long years i lived in a broken down shack, taking care of my pregnant mother, since my father ran out on us once she concived a baby.
i half-heartedly don't blame him. they both knew they could'nt afford another mouth to feed. so one day my father said he was going out begging, and he never came back. we waited for months, my mother convinced he would return, but when we did'nt hear from him, i knew he had left us. so i got used to taking car of my self, and my mother untill the day finally came when she gave birth to a healthey baby boy. my brother. it was supposed to be a happy day, but it turned out to be any thing but happy. my mother fell deathly ill, an died of fever right after giving birth to Mokuba.
* crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal.
fear is how i fall, confusing what is real*
I tried my hardest to take care of Mokuba, some how managing to feed and school him, while taking some what decent care of my self. we stayed that way, living on our own for 10 years untill the law found out. then we were immediately takin to an
orphenage. i was an unusually bright boy, an intelligence that surpassed those of an adult's, so i had many requests to be adopted, but i refused to go without Mokuba. so the parents just gave up and left us alone. i eagerly awaited my adulthood as to adopt Mokuba my self, but my hopes and dreams were shattered into a million peices. just three days before my 18th birthday, a man named Gozubaro Kaiba ( spelling? ) came in. he challenged me to a game of chess, which like a fool i gladly excepted. it began well enough. he was a very competitive challenger. he almost beat me, destroying most of my nights, getting a mere move away from my king. only on turn, and i would've lost. but i saw a way out, and some how managed to take his king and win the game. he was both amazed and shocked. a child had beaten the world champion.
so after signing some papers, Mokuba and i were adopted.
* there's something inside
me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming, confusing, this lack of self controll
my fear is never ending,
controlling i can't seem*
the next day, Mokuba, Gozubaro and i traveled by ship across the ocean. i spent my days either playing with Mokuba or
standing atop the deck gazing at the ever lasting waves. i could'nt of been happier. or so i thought. for 3 months later, we arived in florida, just a mere 16 miles away from our true destination. there we traveled in a small moter boat across the everglades. i was terrified of the swamps. snakes, crocidiles, and various creatures every where. Mokuba seemed to enjoy it, but i just prayed to dear god that this was not what our home was like. finally, my prayers were answered as we arived at the Kaiba estate, located in Batun Rouge louisiana. it was the most beautiful thing i had ever seen! fountains every where, italian style gardens, and a huge oratory in the back. but the most amazing thing were the windows. the house was great, but i had a thing for the huge french windows. back home all we had was a mere hole carved in the wall, no glass sheilding us from the rain, but here we had 11 foot french windows, which i could gaze out of as much as i desired.
* to find my self again, my walls are closing in,
( with out sense confidence i'm convinced
that there's too much pressure to take )
i've felt this way before, so insecure *
i could say i loved it there. it felt as if i lived there ll my life, like my mother had never died, and my father had never left.
while Mokuba on the other hand hated it. he'd some times wake up in the middle of he night crying, and come to sleep in my bed. i'd hold him as he cried in my shoulder, telling me how much he hated it here and i'd whisper loving conforting words in his ear. we had a special bond, Mokuba and i. i was never as gentle with any one as i was with Mokuba. every one saw me as a spoiled brat, and i might have been, but not to Mokuba. i was his hero. his savior. his gardian, maybe even his god. no, of course i was'nt his god. Mokuba, unlike my self, was a strong catholic, so saying such things was against his highly against his religion. i, on the other hand, did not believe in catholism, nor did i believe in god. it was silly nonsense as i refered to it. of course this got me a strong punishment from Gozubaru. after he found out, i was locked in the oratory
with only the priest to keep me company. that really pissed me off.
*crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal.
fear is how i fall, confusing what is real*
i continued to stand up for my self, refusing to change my beliefs, getting my self countless beatings. so one night,
i snuck out. not to run away, for i could never leave Mokuba, but simply to see what it would be like on my own again.
that was the biggest mistake i made in my life. it was martigra, so i decided to head for new orleans to see what it was like.
lucky for me, we were just on the border of the large city, so getting there was no problem. once there, my eyes light up with joy. all around me were dancers, performers, and of course the occasional drunken man. for some reasion i felt it only fit to treat myself to a drink. so i headed into one of the bars. i took my seat at the bar, and ordered a scotch wiskey on ice.
the bar tender handed me my drink, and i took a large swig of the bitter liqued, wincing at the taste, causing the man next to me to laugh. i looked over to see who it was that was laughing at me. that's when i saw him. a very attractive man, with equely attractive large crimson eyes. unfortunately for me, i did'nt notice the long pounted fangs. he placed a hand on my shoulder, and asked me to step out side. he said he had a proposision for me.
*discomfort endlessly has pulled its self upon me
destracting, reacting,
against my will i stand beside my own reflection
it's haunting how i can't seem*
once outside, i barely had time to react as the man pinned me to a wall with incredible strength. "my name is Yami. remember that name." he whispered in my ear, before leaning over and sinking his razor sharp fangs ino my neck. i did'nt know what was going on, i did'nt have time. i slowly felt the blood draining from my body, making me grow weaker and weaker. i soon fell limp, and would've hit the ground if it were'nt for him holding me up. i felt dizzy and every thing began growing black. the man loosened his grip, and just as i was an inch from death, pulled his fangs out from my neck.
he pricked his wrist with one fang, then held it to my mouth. for some reason, i could'nt resist. i pulled the wrist into my mouth and began to suck. i smiled in relief as i felt the blood slide down my throat, a warm feeling growing in my stomach. finally, after eating to my fill, he pulled his wrist away. a few moments later, i began to feel strange. the first thing i noticed, was my hearing had improved. i could hear every thing around me. the taping of the dancers feet, the filling of the shot glasses, even the heart beat of every one around me. the next thing was i felt strangely cold, but for some reason it did'nt bother me. i felt numb. i looked up to see Yami smirking, then i realized what was happening. i had become like him. a vampire. i was knocked out of my state of shock, as Yami offered me a hand. i reached up to grab it, and the next thing i knew, i was in my living room, Yami by my side. "it's teleportation" he explained to me. i nodded my head, as Yami lead me up the stairs, untill we reached Gozubaru's room. he quietly opened the door, gesturing me to step inside. Yami walked over to the bed, and a mere seconds later, i was standing over gozubaru's lifeless form. yami had killed him. as cruel as it seems, i did'nt care. i never liked him much any way. once again, Yami lead me down the hall, untill we came to the room that belonged to my brother. he opened the door, this time gesturing for me to go in first. i watched as my brother slept, i watched the rise and fall of his chest, listened to the beating of his heart, and smelled the delicious scent of his blood running through his vains. before i could contenplate what i was doing, i leaned over my brothers body, and sank my teeth into his neck. my teeth were'nt fully developed, so i had to tear his flesh in order to get to his blood. i drank to my fill, but by the time i was done, he was dead. that was it. my brother was gone. and i had killed him.
*crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal.
fear is how i fall, confusing what is real
confusing what i real*
so here i am. nearly 1000 years later, here i am, still standing in the parlor, gazing out of the french windows. Yami, his lovr and i, along with a few servants ( who are also vampires ) are currently staying in the very house where i killed my own brother.
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Sun: * wipes sweat off brow * few! well, that's chapter one!
Fire: more chapters to come soon!
Water: hope you liked it!
Earth: we'll update soon, but untill then R&R!
