Authoress's Note: Sorry for taking… um… almost a month to put this up. Really, I am… but here is the next part. I don't own "Yu-Gi-Oh!"

"We were here, we were now

But now it's time to leave you be.

Illusions will be there tomorrow;

You will still see her stare.

He held himself with an air of pain,

And his likeness was that of one with nothing to gain.

A child could have walked by on the street

And never known that he didn't meet

The white-haired daemon, the white shadow;

Death has decided you will see tomorrow.

But is it really worth it?"

- from "The White Shadow"

It seemed like no time had passed, but in fact, it must have been hours. He held a detached air about him like my fate was in his hands and he didn't care if I died or lived.

I saw pure gold everywhere in the room with walls of a troubling burgundy. The ceiling was a huge mosaic of some ancient pharaoh with gold bangs and black hair that stuck up in large chunks; I saw part of a red streak. His eyes were a stunning violet that I had never seen; it had taken skills far beyond mine to make him seem so real that you could touch him.

            "Why should I spare him, Midnight?"

            His voice was like silk.

            "He is the one destined for the Sennan Eye."

            "You disobeyed me by changing him. He was meant to die, and if he deserved the Sennan Eye, he would have been reincarnated into a similar form."

            "He is the holder," Midnight said. "I told you I would help you find those whose destiny was to have an Item."

            "I told you I didn't need your help. He would have killed you after what you had done to him. You say he deserves an Item. Why didn't you bring him to me the moment you found him? I would have relished breaking him, but you were the one to try and do it, and your ways were clumsy. He was going to kill you."

            I felt a surge of anger. They were talking about me like I wasn't there. My hands balled into fists and I felt that emotion again, that anger.

            His fingers went for my son's arm again; it was too soon after the last draining. I would have gladly taken my son's place, but Midnight refused…

            "He may have tried to kill me, but I love him."

            I felt my hands ball into fists. My son let out a cry as the fangs sank in, and I felt Midnight would go all the way. He was very hungry this night; if it weren't for the link between us, I couldn't have stopped him.

            My hands closed on the top of a china vase. I came upon him with a fury, and as I slammed the vase onto his head, I let out a feral yell. There was blood all over his face, all over my hands. I was going to pound him into the ground until he couldn't hurt anyone ever again.

            Cerberus fell back against the carpet and scrambled to his feet. As he did so, I found an antique sword against the wall. It was almost too heavy for me to hold because it was encrusted with heavy jewels, but I managed to strike him in the chest. I shoved the sword as deep as I could.

            "Die, you bastard," I hissed at him. I twisted the sword, for I knew he would heal around it, and twisting it would give me more time to get out.

            Shadi smiled at him. I shuddered. I felt so cold suddenly; there were large fingers of air ripping down my back and I thought I felt a hand grip my mind.

            "I will punish you. You are in my world now, Midnight, and this world holds consequences for disobeying me. You can't leave until I'm finished with you."

            My fingers closed around all the gold I could find. I instructed my son to do the same, all the while twisting the sword.

            There was blood all over the floor, blood in my hair, on my hands, blood soaking into the carpet; it smelled like dead roses. I was aware of my son making noises as he stripped the house of everything he could find.

            Egypt… I would go to Egypt as Cynthia told me… I would not search for my daughter who didn't know I was her father. I would never see her or hurt her like I had hurt Cerberus. We would go to Egypt and we would be safe. Cerberus was filling the sack with enough gold to fund our own expedition.

            "Don't forget the jewels," I told him. Precious things like the sword would take a large price on the market.

            I ripped off the leg of a chair in fury and yanked the sword out in a circular motion. Before the wound could close, I jammed the wood in and pressed my body weight against him. Blood began coming out of his mouth and his body began to shudder. Taking that as a good thing, I slammed it deeper and deeper until his body was totally still.

            I breathed out a sigh; my son touched my arm timidly. Then I realized I was on the floor. He must have thought I was hurt.

            "Go get some changes of clothes. I need to clean up. We have to move as fast as we can. I don't think he is dead."

            They say that the best way to hurt you is to hurt someone you love.