BlackRose: Okie…I said I wouldn't post the fic until after I finished Don't Turn Out the Lights, but I couldn't help it.  I had to write this.  Just don't expect a lot of fast updates.    Disclaimer:  Eh heh…Bakura? 

Bakura:  *sighs*  BlackRose doesn't and never will own Yu-Gi-Oh or any other anime. 

BlackRose: That's not true. I may end up with my own anime series one day. 

Bakura:  -.- That's about as likely as me falling madly in love with Yugi. 

BlackRose:  ^.^  I could make that happen. 

Bakura:  O.O  Do it and I will send you to the Shadow Realm.         

Kyuketsuki. Child of the night.  Said to be nothing but a mystical creature.  And if the race indeed does not exist, then I deserve to be locked in a padded cell, or a trip to the psyciatrist.  Or maybe this is just some wild nightmare.  If it is indeed, I'm not sure I want to wake up. 

I started to hear another voice in my head, besides my own, two nights ago.  The voice was…oh how to put that sound to words…seductive, deep, lustrious, almost inhuman in its beauty.  I was on the verge of slumber when that wonderful voice rang throughout my head.  My eyes had flown open as I heard the words spoken. 

Soon, my beloved, you shall come to me. 

The Sandman was cruel to me that night, only coming to sprinkle my eyes as the ruby sun came up to greet the dew.

Then I began to hear whispers. Incoherent whispers. I didn't understand it.  Was I losing my mind?  All day this voice tortured me, just quiet whispers so that I could hear them, but so I could still hear the world outside of my own mind.  But now I'm beginning to understand.  What happened to me earlier tonight showed me that I had not become a schizophrenic.  Here, let me backtrack to the occurrence earlier this evening. 

//Flashback//

"I think that's about it for tonight.  I'm exhausted," I said, trying, and failing, to cover my yawn.  The fair-haired Egyptian across the table from me smiled. 

"Go ahead, Ry.  This stuff'll be waiting for us tomorrow."  He stood up and stretched, me following suit. 

"Hell, I think I'll head home too. No point being here if the almighty workaholic is calling it quits."  I frowned.

"A little work wouldn't kill you."  Malik sniffed haughtily. 

"I work more than a little, thank you very much.  Drawing anime characters all day is hard work." 

"You aren't the only one who does it for a living." 

"Yeah, but you enjoy it too much to be considered normal." 

"And what, exactly, is your definition of normal?"  He grinned. 

"Drunken transvestites."  I scowled, my cheeks reddening.  When would he ever let me forget that night?  It's not my fault I got drunk at the Halloween party. 

"Leave me alone about that, you big bully." 

"Aw, c'mon, you know I was just kidding."  I stuck my tongue out at him as we locked up the room and left the building.  Malik stopped in front of his car. 

"You want me to give you a lift home?"  My car was still in the auto shop after a rather intriguing incident involving a suicidal stray dog.  I shook my head. 

"No thanks.  It's a lovely night.  I think I'll walk home."  My apartment was only a few blocks away anyways.  Malik glanced at me uneasily. 

"Are you sure?  You don't exactly live near the nicest neighborhood.  It's no trouble at all, really." 

"I can fend for myself. Besides, if anyone does try to mug me, I'll just do what you taught me to do when we went to camp.  Kick 'em in the balls and run," I teased.  We both chuckled at that, then bid each other adieu.  I watched him pull out of the parking lot and heard the beep of the horn as he honked and drove away.  I shoved my hands in my pockets and tilted my head up to look at the moon.  It was full.  I shivered involuntarily as a cool breeze swept by me and began walking. 

When I was a block away from my house, Malik's fear proved true.  I was just walking, minding my own business, when I was grabbed by the arm and pulled into a dark alley.  I was pinned to the wall and felt a cold blade at my throat. 

"Wallet.  Now."  I dared not try to kick him, as the blade of the knife was pressed rather tightly against my throat.  I felt a thin trickle of blood slide down the front of my throat and down my chest.  I squeezed my eyes shut.  Before I could hand it over to the rude man, there was a swooping sound, then the thud of boots landing on concrete. 

"Leave him alone," I heard a voice growl.  Something tickled at the back of my mind.  The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't recall why. 

"And whaddya gonna do if I don't, eh?"  I heard the stranger growl, then the knife was pulled away from my throat.  There was a strange crack, then the sound of a body falling to the ground.  I opened my eyes to see the body of the man who had tried to mug me.  My heart lept in my throat.  I had never seen a dead body before.  My eyes were wide and my mouth slightly open, my breath coming in small gasps.  Strong, but thin fingers cupper around my chin and turned my head, tilting it slightly upward to see the face of my savior.  He was beautiful.  That's the only way to describe him.  Cold blue eyes stared down into my own muddy colored orbs.  His brown hair was short, a few strands hanging in front of his eyes.  Impulsively I reached up to brush them away.  His hair was as soft as it looked.  It felt like I was touching silk.  My hand strayed to his cheek to stroke it.  He closed his eyes in pleasure at the contact, a low purr rising from his throat.  We remained that way for a few moments, until he opened his eyes and looked down at my throat.  He stiffened and averted his eyes quickly back to my face, pulling away slightly. 

"You should be more careful next time."  Then he stroked my cheek in a similar fashion and began to walk away.  I snapped out of my daze and caught his hand, pulling him back towards me. 

"Wha-what are you?"  He kissed my cheek. 

"You're savior," he whispered in my ear.  Then he disappeared.  I blinked and looked around frantically.  He truly had just disappeared without a trace.  I was trembling when I got home.  So badly that I had to lean against the door as I bolted it shut.  I closed my eyes and forced myself to relax, slowly counting to one hundred.  I gradually calmed down, and taking a deep breath, straightened.  I heard the meow of a cat and looked down, a smile creeping across my face. 

"That's right, it's dinner time, isn't it, Hogo?"  The white cat meowed again.  I picked him up and walked into the kitchen, cuddling him.  I got his bowl and poured the food in, chuckling as he dove at the bowl and ate hungrily. 

"You act as if you've never eaten before," I said, scratching his ears.  He looked up at me after he finished his meal, licking his chops.  He purred as I scratched his back, arching it slightly to give more area to pet.  I yawned again. 

"Think we should go to bed?" I asked him.  He meowed again and waited for me to pick him up.  I did so and walked into my room, setting him lightly down on the bed and walking towards my wardrobe.  I could feel his red flecked brown cat eyes following me as I pulled out my nightclothes and changed.  I snuggled under the covers and clicked off the light.  That was when I rememered why the voice of the man in the alley was so familiar.  It was the same voice that I had heard in my head the night before.  Hogo meowed and lay down next to me, purring as I stroked him, lost in thought.  Why had that man been looking at the cut on my throat?  I had seen the hunger in his eyes, and that scared me.  I gasped as a ridiculous thought came into my mind.  Is he a…kyuketsuki?  I shook my head.  No, that's impossible.  Don't be stupid.  Vampires only exist in movies and books. 

//End flashback//                                                         

Now, as I think about it more, I'm not so sure its just some stupid legend.  That man…he had said he was my "savior."  Why that word, of all words?  I find myself thinking back to his looks, the feel of his lips against my cheek.  Wait, best not think about that.  It's too late to take a cold shower and I'm exhausted enough as it is.  I snuggle deeper under the covers, disturbing Hogo, who makes a sound of annoyance.  I need to see this man again.  Get some answers.  The question is…how? 

BlackRose:  Okie…that went well.  REVIEW ONEGAI!