Bring Me To Life
Chapter One: Awakening
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~(@ Ryou's POV @)~
How can you see into my eyes
Like open doors.
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb.
Without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home.
/...Ryou.../
I laid silently, my body stiff from a lack of use, my chest not even moving as I woke. My eyes slipped open slowly, revealing themselves to be a milky white color as if fogged over. My body expanded somewhat as I drew in an unnecessary breath.
'Who called me...?'
I moved a hand to swipe across my brow but stopped midway to look at it. I could see every empty vein, every bone under my skin. The color was a sickly yellow as if stained and was coated in a thick layer of grease and dust from its minimal decay. I sighed and shook it, watching keenly as each bit of dust left my hand to gather on my chest.
'Sometimes waking up is the worst part.'
/...Ryou.../
I lifted my head and turned it to look back and forth around me. I slowly sat up, my bones and dried tendons creaking and snapping as I did so, the clothes I had worn rotting off and falling to lay beside where I had laid. I shook my head and slowly stood, the feeling of moving after hundreds of years intoxicating. The pain was exquisite.
'I wonder how long I slept...'
I walked over to a corner of the room and stopped. This wasn't where I'd gone to rest. This wasn't right at all. I'd started my sleep in the pyramid of my pharaoh as a servant. This place wasn't the pyramid. This place was too different. Too spacious. It held too many things.
This place was too new.
I wince as I suddenly see a light hit my eyes and I look away expecting pain. I mean it would just be my luck to wake up in the daylight.
But there is no pain, just yelling. But I can't hear the yelling over the thrumming heartbeat. And that heartbeat is saying something to me. It's saying it's alive, and it's working, and it's healthy.
I want that health.
I slink into the light revealing my sickly form. The man holding that light sees me finally and shrieks something about a mummy come to life.
I don't even pay attention.
As the man begins to run I move like a shadow out of the light and along the wall, staying hidden until I'm close. Once I'm close I immediately reach out and grab the man's collar. He jerks forward, trying to free himself as he starts to shriek. I immediately place a hand over his mouth and turn him to face me.
"Shh. Dignity, please."
My voice sounds like gravel raking across gravel. It's really disgusting.
I let a finger slip over the smooth flesh of the man's cheek and he's just looking at me panting and whimpering like a puppy. My finger slips down to his collar and my long nails slit the cloth he's wearing and I watch as the tip grazes his throat. He looks at me, his green eyes full of fear before he squeezes them shut, whimpering, knowing what's to come.
Damn it's hard to hide fangs when you're all dried up like I am right now.
Well no matter, that's about to change.
I lean in and whisper quietly. "Don't move, don't struggle. It'll be quick and painless unless you do. And if you do..." I slip my hand down and cup his crotch, taking a handful and squeezing hard.
He gets the idea.
I slip my mouth open as much as possible, my lower canines scratch across his adams apple and he whimpers one final time as my upper canines immediately slip over his pulsing throat and then puncture it. This elicits something between a moan and a squeak from my prey. I immediately withdraw my fangs and seal my lips around the puncture wounds as gush after gush of the hot metallic liquid fills my mouth. My tongue soothes the wounds and I feel a slight thump in my chest cavity before the overwhelming emotions and heat that comes from the blood.
The blood is sacred to us vampires. It always has been. It's because the blood holds so much. When we drink blood, we get to experience everything and know everything that the person has experienced and known. The feeling of all of this rushing into and through us is intoxicating in and of itself.
I carefully set the man's body down just before his heart stops and I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. I look over my now glowing skin. I know I don't look human yet, but that helped. One, two more and I'll look human again.
I hear a shout from down the hall and I move deeper into the shadows, hiding behind a column. The sound of another heart beating wildly as footsteps slam hard on the ground is headed this way. I watch and listen as the owner of both comes around the corner and gasps as he steps forward.
Mortals can be stupid sometimes.
The new male is looking over his partner and mumbling before pulling away quickly. I move forward then and grab him from behind. I'll have to be quick about this one. If one came just that quickly, surely others will as well.
I don't take my time as I rip his shirt collar and sink my fangs in and remove them, lapping at the liquid before sealing my lips over the wound.
I don't like to waste.
This blood is fairly gross in my mouth, but I'm starving and need to pass off as a human. This man was worse in life than I am in death, with the exception of killing.
I hate lechers.
I set his drained body aside and move back into the shadows, awaiting the next one. My skin is fuller and has more of my original pale color in patches across it. I can feel my hair brushing my shoulders and back gently, a natural silver tint. I shake my head and watch it fall into my eyes and stay there before brushing it back. God it's wonderful.
It's about an hour or two before a third man comes. I take the time to look over him and realize that they are all were wearing identical clothing. I look closer and realize they must be guards. Whatever.
I move and repeat what I had done to the second to the third and move back, wiping my mouth off and picking at their clothes. I pull the first one's clothes on and sigh. I hate doing this, but I can't walk out of here naked.
/...Ryou.../
I snap my head up and look around for the owner of the voice and growl. I hate this game. When I find out who the hell it is that keeps calling me...
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~(@ Bakura's POV @)~
My eyes snap open and I sit up, panting and sweating.
"What a nightmare..."
I look around to be sure and don't see anything out of place. No lurking evil, no glowy eyes, nothing that didn't belong.
I sigh and plop back onto my bed and stare up at my Gackt poster.
"Why the hell am I having this dream again? I've had it for a week straight now."
Gackt doesn't answer me.
It's the same dream every time. I'm walking through a rose garden and looking over the flowers when suddenly I see him.
He's my dream lover, I just know it, but there's something wrong with him. I step over to him and place a hand on his shoulder and he looks at me and smiles, his gorgeous green eyes finding my scarlet and he licks his lips before leaning in to kiss me. I manage to say his name, Ryou, real soft like a couple of times before I feel a slight piercing sensation in my neck and my world goes pitch black before I wake up.
I'm starting to hate this dream.
Chapter One: Awakening
~(@~(@~(@~(@~(@~(@~(@~(@
~(@ Ryou's POV @)~
How can you see into my eyes
Like open doors.
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb.
Without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home.
/...Ryou.../
I laid silently, my body stiff from a lack of use, my chest not even moving as I woke. My eyes slipped open slowly, revealing themselves to be a milky white color as if fogged over. My body expanded somewhat as I drew in an unnecessary breath.
'Who called me...?'
I moved a hand to swipe across my brow but stopped midway to look at it. I could see every empty vein, every bone under my skin. The color was a sickly yellow as if stained and was coated in a thick layer of grease and dust from its minimal decay. I sighed and shook it, watching keenly as each bit of dust left my hand to gather on my chest.
'Sometimes waking up is the worst part.'
/...Ryou.../
I lifted my head and turned it to look back and forth around me. I slowly sat up, my bones and dried tendons creaking and snapping as I did so, the clothes I had worn rotting off and falling to lay beside where I had laid. I shook my head and slowly stood, the feeling of moving after hundreds of years intoxicating. The pain was exquisite.
'I wonder how long I slept...'
I walked over to a corner of the room and stopped. This wasn't where I'd gone to rest. This wasn't right at all. I'd started my sleep in the pyramid of my pharaoh as a servant. This place wasn't the pyramid. This place was too different. Too spacious. It held too many things.
This place was too new.
I wince as I suddenly see a light hit my eyes and I look away expecting pain. I mean it would just be my luck to wake up in the daylight.
But there is no pain, just yelling. But I can't hear the yelling over the thrumming heartbeat. And that heartbeat is saying something to me. It's saying it's alive, and it's working, and it's healthy.
I want that health.
I slink into the light revealing my sickly form. The man holding that light sees me finally and shrieks something about a mummy come to life.
I don't even pay attention.
As the man begins to run I move like a shadow out of the light and along the wall, staying hidden until I'm close. Once I'm close I immediately reach out and grab the man's collar. He jerks forward, trying to free himself as he starts to shriek. I immediately place a hand over his mouth and turn him to face me.
"Shh. Dignity, please."
My voice sounds like gravel raking across gravel. It's really disgusting.
I let a finger slip over the smooth flesh of the man's cheek and he's just looking at me panting and whimpering like a puppy. My finger slips down to his collar and my long nails slit the cloth he's wearing and I watch as the tip grazes his throat. He looks at me, his green eyes full of fear before he squeezes them shut, whimpering, knowing what's to come.
Damn it's hard to hide fangs when you're all dried up like I am right now.
Well no matter, that's about to change.
I lean in and whisper quietly. "Don't move, don't struggle. It'll be quick and painless unless you do. And if you do..." I slip my hand down and cup his crotch, taking a handful and squeezing hard.
He gets the idea.
I slip my mouth open as much as possible, my lower canines scratch across his adams apple and he whimpers one final time as my upper canines immediately slip over his pulsing throat and then puncture it. This elicits something between a moan and a squeak from my prey. I immediately withdraw my fangs and seal my lips around the puncture wounds as gush after gush of the hot metallic liquid fills my mouth. My tongue soothes the wounds and I feel a slight thump in my chest cavity before the overwhelming emotions and heat that comes from the blood.
The blood is sacred to us vampires. It always has been. It's because the blood holds so much. When we drink blood, we get to experience everything and know everything that the person has experienced and known. The feeling of all of this rushing into and through us is intoxicating in and of itself.
I carefully set the man's body down just before his heart stops and I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. I look over my now glowing skin. I know I don't look human yet, but that helped. One, two more and I'll look human again.
I hear a shout from down the hall and I move deeper into the shadows, hiding behind a column. The sound of another heart beating wildly as footsteps slam hard on the ground is headed this way. I watch and listen as the owner of both comes around the corner and gasps as he steps forward.
Mortals can be stupid sometimes.
The new male is looking over his partner and mumbling before pulling away quickly. I move forward then and grab him from behind. I'll have to be quick about this one. If one came just that quickly, surely others will as well.
I don't take my time as I rip his shirt collar and sink my fangs in and remove them, lapping at the liquid before sealing my lips over the wound.
I don't like to waste.
This blood is fairly gross in my mouth, but I'm starving and need to pass off as a human. This man was worse in life than I am in death, with the exception of killing.
I hate lechers.
I set his drained body aside and move back into the shadows, awaiting the next one. My skin is fuller and has more of my original pale color in patches across it. I can feel my hair brushing my shoulders and back gently, a natural silver tint. I shake my head and watch it fall into my eyes and stay there before brushing it back. God it's wonderful.
It's about an hour or two before a third man comes. I take the time to look over him and realize that they are all were wearing identical clothing. I look closer and realize they must be guards. Whatever.
I move and repeat what I had done to the second to the third and move back, wiping my mouth off and picking at their clothes. I pull the first one's clothes on and sigh. I hate doing this, but I can't walk out of here naked.
/...Ryou.../
I snap my head up and look around for the owner of the voice and growl. I hate this game. When I find out who the hell it is that keeps calling me...
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~(@ Bakura's POV @)~
My eyes snap open and I sit up, panting and sweating.
"What a nightmare..."
I look around to be sure and don't see anything out of place. No lurking evil, no glowy eyes, nothing that didn't belong.
I sigh and plop back onto my bed and stare up at my Gackt poster.
"Why the hell am I having this dream again? I've had it for a week straight now."
Gackt doesn't answer me.
It's the same dream every time. I'm walking through a rose garden and looking over the flowers when suddenly I see him.
He's my dream lover, I just know it, but there's something wrong with him. I step over to him and place a hand on his shoulder and he looks at me and smiles, his gorgeous green eyes finding my scarlet and he licks his lips before leaning in to kiss me. I manage to say his name, Ryou, real soft like a couple of times before I feel a slight piercing sensation in my neck and my world goes pitch black before I wake up.
I'm starting to hate this dream.