Lady Deadly Nightshade: I do not own Yu Gi Oh!! I only wish I did!
Lady Deadly Nightshade: Here is chapter 4! Some new people are introduced in this chapter and even though I don't mention any names. I'm sure you guys will figure out who they are. I hope you guys enjoy reading it. Please read and review and no flames. Thank you ^_^
Chapter 4- Those That Time Forgot
He had gone to sleep almost a hundred years ago. He had gone into a quiet, dank, decadent cemetery to find something. He found it in the form of a dark, quiet crypt. All these past years he had rested there, protected in a marble sarcophagus. He had made a promise to take care of his brother, even though they despised each other, but he felt drained, powerless and so he had decided to rest. He would keep his mental powers focused and alert on his brother, ever aware and vigilant, even though he himself slept.
Now his figure and limbs stirred in his marble bed, he had awakened. He could feel pain, intense excruciating pain, spreading rapidly through his being. The most intense pain focused squarely on his mid-section, like a heated spear being rammed through him. The pain was the reason why his intense looking violet eyes were opened and why he had urgently lifted the lid of the marble sarcophagus.
He sat up in the coffin, the pain still radiating through him, but now there was a more powerful sensation running rampant through his system, blood lust. He needed to feed, but first he needed to identify the other pain. The pain that could only mean one thing, his twin was hurt. They always had a link between them, a twin connection. They shared it now even though they weren't as close as before and now hate was mixed in it. Even through that hate, he had to help his twin. They were connected by blood and he had made a promise, hadn't he? Knowing that he still had strength and that he could keep the blood lust in check for some time, he focused on finding his brother, by searching for his aura, and vanished.
He reappeared in a dark alley. He had to steady himself against the wall briefly. His newly functioning body needed time to adjust to the sudden teleportation. When his mind had cleared and his body had relaxed, he glanced around at his surroundings. A dark dirty alley and he could smell many scents, very recent ones. Something else was mixed in with the fresh auras, it was fresh blood. His nostrils flared as he breathed it in.
It was his brother's blood. Vampiric blood had a unique smell to it, but only other vampires could smell the difference. The reason for the scent was the power that was contained in the blood. You could judge a vampire's strength by the scent of their blood. Aside from the scent of his brother, he could smell others and he also caught the strong scent of vanilla. Now that scent intrigued him, he would look for that scent later, but right now his mind was preoccupied by something else, he had caught the scent of human blood. He felt his fangs expand with the prospect of feeding and he licked his lips in anticipation.
He walked down the silent, deserted street; ever so often he would whiff the air, he wanted to make sure he was following the right scent. He continued to walk along the street, his movements slow and graceful. He stopped in front of the darkened, crummy looking house. It appeared to be abandoned, but he knew better. He could sense three people in the crumbling house, all male. A wicked smile appeared on his face. This is going to be fun, he thought as he walked forward.
He stood in one of the rooms on the top floor of the house. Apparently he didn't need an invitation to enter the house. The house was completely dark, but his vampiric vision let him see perfectly. He walked out of the room and headed downstairs. He could hear them, faintly. They were in the basement of the house and that was where he was heading. He could see them, they were laughing with beers and cigarettes in hand. He was coalesced with the darkness of the room. Yet one of the thugs noticed movement and stopped laughing.
"What is it, digs?" The leader asked him.
"I think there is someone standing over there." He replied pointing toward the darkened corner of the room.
"Who ever the hell you are, you better show yourself!" The leader yelled, while the other two thugs brandished guns. The leader was unarmed having lost his gun earlier in an alley or should we say have it crunched to bits by the strange haired freak in the alley.
The figure slowly stepped out of the shadows, letting the light shine on him.
"What? How can you possibly be here?" The leader yelled at him.
The stranger raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the thug's reaction to him.
"I shot you! You should be dead!" The leader continued to shout. The figure smiled a secret smile.
"What the hell are you smiling at, freako!" Digs shouted at the figure.
The figure still didn't reply and in the blink of an eye he vanished.
"Boss, where did he go?" The other thug named Floss asked. All three of them glanced around frantically for a glimpse of the figure. He reappeared behind the leader of the thugs and wrapped his arm around his neck.
"Mel," he said reading the thug's name from the thug's own thoughts. "You can't kill what's already dead." He said coolly. He moved his hand up to Mel's neck and using his nail he cut into Mel's cheek, drawing blood. The scent of Mel's blood quickly filled the room and it excited the figure. His fangs extended and his eyes flashed bright red, giving him a possessed look.
"Don't just stand there fools!" Mel shouted at the two petrified thugs. "Shoot him!" The other two thugs, seeing the look on the figure's face, dropped their guns and took off running from the house.
The figure's face spread into an amused smile. "I just love it when they run. It makes the hunt more exciting and all the more satisfying." He told Mel, who continued to struggle against him. Without another word, the figure plunged his fangs into Mel's neck. He drained him without mercy; he wanted him to feel the pain. He wanted him to feel his soul being sucked away from him. The figure quickly finished and dropped the empty carcass down to the ground. He licked his lips as he stepped over the dead body. "One down and two to go." He said and he vanished.
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Meanwhile in a secret underground chamber, another figure stirred from their slumber. He had immediately gone to sleep after that faithful day when he last had fought the twins. Now he felt it was the perfect time to wake and carry out his revenge. Many years had passed allowing the dust to settle and now he wanted to unsettle it.
He rose from his bronze coffin; the inside was lined with white velvet. He stretched his limbs and fixed the ruffled sleeves of his shirt. He rearranged the black coat of his suit. His light brown eyes reflected the malice in his heart and his long white hair perched itself firmly on his shoulders.
"Yugi and Yami Motou, beware for I have returned." He said aloud to no one. "Soon you will feel my wrath." He laughed malevolently.
Lady Deadly Nightshade: That is it for chapter 4! Now please review, thank you! See you guys later! Bye! ^_^ No flames, please!!