Disclaimer: Don't own, or there would be Yaoi in Yugioh.
Thank yous! I'm so happy! Nine reviews... wowee! Well, that's defiantly enough to keep going! Hmm, Panda X. Bear, I know, I left a small cliffy there, mean one that I am. However, to know what happens to Ryou, just read this chapter!
And thank you, Darkstar Anime and The Chaotic Ones, Anzus wardrobe has been successfully torched. Next we will attack her diary! Hehehe, although I will save extracts and maybe make a fic...
Yami Kitsune1, SoulDreamer and Yamichaos, I know! Vampire story's rule! Please read Kira-Kura "I bleed for you", great vampire fic there!
Thanks to all the rest of my reviewers, the more reviews I get, the faster the chapters come!
I have to thank two other things for this fic,
One: Kira-Kura, for getting me interested in vampire stories,
Two: Evanescence, as I always write to their songs.
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Bakura = Bakura
Marik = Marik
Yami Marik = Malik
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Ryou woke to somebody shaking him roughly. He shrugged them off and tried to pull the covers over his head, only to find there were none. He opened his eyes as the memories of last night flooded into his head. He looked up into blackness apart from a candles light glinting off a golden object.
"You killed me..." Ryou whispered.
"Yes." The presence of something being near him and the gold glint moved away.
"How..."
"The golden ring you see around my neck has many powers. One of them is healing."
"Oh." Ryou was silent for a moment, as he thought how he could get away. But how could he get away when he couldn't even see? Another question presented itself: Who was this vampire? "What's your name?"
"I did say you'd die before I'd tell you, but you've already done that. My name is Bakura. I have decided to keep you for a while, there is someone we have to meet. After that... Well, we will see, won't we?" Ryou shivered, but tried to forget what Bakura had said last.
"Who do we have to meet?"
"Another vampire and his slave. For now, be quiet. The sun is not quite set and I don't want to have to listen to your babbling."
"Sorry." Ryou sat up and struggled to his feet. He shuffled around the room, until he bumped into something cold which snarled and hit him.
"Stupid boy! What are you doing?!"
"Sorry, I was just, just, looking for something."
"If you were looking for a way out, there is none but flying from this tower."
"You can fly?"
"No, I enlisted the help of some nocturnal bluebirds." Said Bakura sarcastically. "Of course I flew you idiot!"
"Sorry."
"Will you just shut up and be patient? The sun will have set in a few minutes. Then I will take you to a place that very, very few mortals ever walk out alive from. And seeing as my ring can only heal once every three days, I suggest you follow some rules."
"What rules?"
"One, never speak until you are spoken to. Two, don't look at anyone's face. Three, do everything I say, and not what everyone else says. You are mine."
"Yours!"
"Yes. Without me, you will very shortly either be dead or have no soul. If you would prefer to be that way, then you can try to escape."
"No, I, I-"
"Good." The vampire walked back towards Ryou. "Come over here."
"What are you going to do?" Ryou said and backed away.
"We are leaving. Stop pointlessly moving away, you couldn't escape if you tried." Ryou stopped, but couldn't make himself walk towards the vampire. Bakura growled, frustrated, and grabbed Ryous wrist.
"Ahh! Let go! It hurts!"
"Poor you." Bakuras hand was burning cold into Ryous wrist. Burning because he was squeezing it so hard, and cold because the vampire always seemed cold. Bakura pulled Ryou against his chest and jumped out the window, plummeting towards the sea churning below. Ryou screamed and closed his eyes, clinging to Bakuras chest. Unknown to him, Bakura grinned.
At the last moment almost paper-thin black bat wings formed out of his back and opened, catching the wind and causing them to soar upwards. Once they were a safe distance above the ground, Bakura changed direction and flew across the water towards the bright lights of the city on the other side. He smirked and looked at the shivering boy clinging to him, with his head buried in his shirt.
"Never knew you liked me, boy." Ryou jerked away, which in turn nearly made him fall. He cried out and clung to the smirking vampire again. Who wouldn't, when they are flying several hundred meters above the ground with only a person which has already killed you onces goodwill holding you from plummeting down?
"I don't!" Said a muffled voice. "I just don't like hights!"
"We're not that high. If you want me to go high-"
"No!"
"What a shame. Won't you even look at the view? It's quite good, even after years of seeing it." Ryou moved his head out slightly and opened his eyes. Bakura had been right. They were flying at about 80 km an hour, over a silver sea lit by a quarter moon overhead. The sky was clear except for a few clouds, stained silver by the moon. The city was black against the sky, pricked with little lights. Even Ryou could appreciate the beauty, but he still hid his head in Bakuras shirt again after a quick look.
"Nice." He mumbled. They flew on for about another ten minutes, by which Ryou was thoroughly chilled, both by the wind and by the cold of Bakura. When they landed, Bakura let go abruptly let go of Ryou, who fell over.
"Get up boy, the pavements not exactly clean." Ryou climbed shakily to his feet and followed Bakura. A few people stared at them, but a glare from Bakura sent them scurrying away. Ryou followed Bakura down a dark alleyway. Unknown to them, or at least to Ryou, a dark figure followed them.
***** Meanwhile *****
He prowled restlessly through the streets, one hand inside his coat, secretly holding on to his crossbow, the other hand was in front of him, holding the two photographs. He paused outside a doorway, and opened the door silently. Once inside he closed the door and locked it, then continued up the stairs until he reached the top floor. He picked a door at random, it didn't matter which seeing as his employer owned the whole floor. Lord, that was what they called him. Never lord anything, just lord. Stupid really. He knew his real name... But his life was worth more than telling was worth. He was probably the only one that knew where he got all his money from. He opened the door quietly and there was Lord, sitting down, listening to music. He lifted up his remote and switched off the music.
"I thought I told you not to come here."
"I need to speak to you. You didn't tell me that the vampire version of the blond was a high ranking member of their guild!"
"No, I didn't. You didn't ask."
"I want a rise."
"How much?"
"Fifty thousand. You know that the entire vampire community will be after me if I kill him! Well, dust him. You know what I mean!"
"You agreed to be paid thirty thousand. Most will take that even if I did tell them his status."
"Then they're suicidal!"
"I will give you fifty five thousand to do it. No higher."
"Alright then, but you better give me a damn good funeral!"
"I will. Leave now, or you'll need one sooner than expected. I'm hungry, and you're a mortal."
"Bastard." He muttered under his breath as he left. He stormed down the steps and out into the street. Just in time to see a certain vampire and a mortal that suited the picture walk down into an alleyway a few meters ahead. He slipped the crossbow out and followed them. They stopped and seemed to be having some sort of conversation. Fine by him. Seventy five thousand, here I come. He raised the crossbow and cursed. They had moved again. Not far, though, he could see them a few meters ahead.
Damn it! He couldn't get a good shot. He knew he wouldn't get a second one. He shuffled quickly and quietly until he was only a few meters away. The anticipation was building in him, all he had to do was get the vampire, the human would be easy. Although he hated killing humans. He tightened his finger on the trigger and aimed at the vampires heart.
He pulled the trigger.
The vampire ducked just in time, the bolt only grazing his forehead. Shit! This one had to have the fastest reflexes he'd ever seen! He had no time to think as he started to load the crossbow again, but before he could raise it, it was kicked out his hands by a very pissed off vampire. He pulled out the stake from his belt and raised it, but the vampire grabbed his wrists and slammed his hand up against the wall. The was a crack of breaking bone and he dropped the stake.
He managed to pull his hands loose and ran for it, but tripped over the vampires conveniently placed foot and went sprawling. The vampire picked him up by the shirt and pulled his face close to its. He knew better than to beg for mercy. He closed his eyes as he felt the fangs impale his neck.
*****Ryou & Bakuras POV*****
Bakura dropped the lifeless body onto the ground and wiped the blood of his head where the bolt had hit him.
"You, you killed him!" Ryou said, staring at the corpse.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"What do you mean why?! He tried to kill me! And anyway, I was hungry."
"You... were.... Hungry..." Ryou fell over in front of Bakura, who sighed and picked him up.
Stupid mortals.
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Yay! 'nother chapter finished! Three guesses who "Lord" is... the owning the whole floor is a hint.... Oh, and we're not done with the hunter yet, not by a long way. Of course, he is dead.
Next chapter: The second pair. You'll just have to see who.
Now, as always, review! I will be updating regularly, so feel free to put me on your favorites. However, I must have reviews. I honestly can't write without them.
Thank yous! I'm so happy! Nine reviews... wowee! Well, that's defiantly enough to keep going! Hmm, Panda X. Bear, I know, I left a small cliffy there, mean one that I am. However, to know what happens to Ryou, just read this chapter!
And thank you, Darkstar Anime and The Chaotic Ones, Anzus wardrobe has been successfully torched. Next we will attack her diary! Hehehe, although I will save extracts and maybe make a fic...
Yami Kitsune1, SoulDreamer and Yamichaos, I know! Vampire story's rule! Please read Kira-Kura "I bleed for you", great vampire fic there!
Thanks to all the rest of my reviewers, the more reviews I get, the faster the chapters come!
I have to thank two other things for this fic,
One: Kira-Kura, for getting me interested in vampire stories,
Two: Evanescence, as I always write to their songs.
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Bakura = Bakura
Marik = Marik
Yami Marik = Malik
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Ryou woke to somebody shaking him roughly. He shrugged them off and tried to pull the covers over his head, only to find there were none. He opened his eyes as the memories of last night flooded into his head. He looked up into blackness apart from a candles light glinting off a golden object.
"You killed me..." Ryou whispered.
"Yes." The presence of something being near him and the gold glint moved away.
"How..."
"The golden ring you see around my neck has many powers. One of them is healing."
"Oh." Ryou was silent for a moment, as he thought how he could get away. But how could he get away when he couldn't even see? Another question presented itself: Who was this vampire? "What's your name?"
"I did say you'd die before I'd tell you, but you've already done that. My name is Bakura. I have decided to keep you for a while, there is someone we have to meet. After that... Well, we will see, won't we?" Ryou shivered, but tried to forget what Bakura had said last.
"Who do we have to meet?"
"Another vampire and his slave. For now, be quiet. The sun is not quite set and I don't want to have to listen to your babbling."
"Sorry." Ryou sat up and struggled to his feet. He shuffled around the room, until he bumped into something cold which snarled and hit him.
"Stupid boy! What are you doing?!"
"Sorry, I was just, just, looking for something."
"If you were looking for a way out, there is none but flying from this tower."
"You can fly?"
"No, I enlisted the help of some nocturnal bluebirds." Said Bakura sarcastically. "Of course I flew you idiot!"
"Sorry."
"Will you just shut up and be patient? The sun will have set in a few minutes. Then I will take you to a place that very, very few mortals ever walk out alive from. And seeing as my ring can only heal once every three days, I suggest you follow some rules."
"What rules?"
"One, never speak until you are spoken to. Two, don't look at anyone's face. Three, do everything I say, and not what everyone else says. You are mine."
"Yours!"
"Yes. Without me, you will very shortly either be dead or have no soul. If you would prefer to be that way, then you can try to escape."
"No, I, I-"
"Good." The vampire walked back towards Ryou. "Come over here."
"What are you going to do?" Ryou said and backed away.
"We are leaving. Stop pointlessly moving away, you couldn't escape if you tried." Ryou stopped, but couldn't make himself walk towards the vampire. Bakura growled, frustrated, and grabbed Ryous wrist.
"Ahh! Let go! It hurts!"
"Poor you." Bakuras hand was burning cold into Ryous wrist. Burning because he was squeezing it so hard, and cold because the vampire always seemed cold. Bakura pulled Ryou against his chest and jumped out the window, plummeting towards the sea churning below. Ryou screamed and closed his eyes, clinging to Bakuras chest. Unknown to him, Bakura grinned.
At the last moment almost paper-thin black bat wings formed out of his back and opened, catching the wind and causing them to soar upwards. Once they were a safe distance above the ground, Bakura changed direction and flew across the water towards the bright lights of the city on the other side. He smirked and looked at the shivering boy clinging to him, with his head buried in his shirt.
"Never knew you liked me, boy." Ryou jerked away, which in turn nearly made him fall. He cried out and clung to the smirking vampire again. Who wouldn't, when they are flying several hundred meters above the ground with only a person which has already killed you onces goodwill holding you from plummeting down?
"I don't!" Said a muffled voice. "I just don't like hights!"
"We're not that high. If you want me to go high-"
"No!"
"What a shame. Won't you even look at the view? It's quite good, even after years of seeing it." Ryou moved his head out slightly and opened his eyes. Bakura had been right. They were flying at about 80 km an hour, over a silver sea lit by a quarter moon overhead. The sky was clear except for a few clouds, stained silver by the moon. The city was black against the sky, pricked with little lights. Even Ryou could appreciate the beauty, but he still hid his head in Bakuras shirt again after a quick look.
"Nice." He mumbled. They flew on for about another ten minutes, by which Ryou was thoroughly chilled, both by the wind and by the cold of Bakura. When they landed, Bakura let go abruptly let go of Ryou, who fell over.
"Get up boy, the pavements not exactly clean." Ryou climbed shakily to his feet and followed Bakura. A few people stared at them, but a glare from Bakura sent them scurrying away. Ryou followed Bakura down a dark alleyway. Unknown to them, or at least to Ryou, a dark figure followed them.
***** Meanwhile *****
He prowled restlessly through the streets, one hand inside his coat, secretly holding on to his crossbow, the other hand was in front of him, holding the two photographs. He paused outside a doorway, and opened the door silently. Once inside he closed the door and locked it, then continued up the stairs until he reached the top floor. He picked a door at random, it didn't matter which seeing as his employer owned the whole floor. Lord, that was what they called him. Never lord anything, just lord. Stupid really. He knew his real name... But his life was worth more than telling was worth. He was probably the only one that knew where he got all his money from. He opened the door quietly and there was Lord, sitting down, listening to music. He lifted up his remote and switched off the music.
"I thought I told you not to come here."
"I need to speak to you. You didn't tell me that the vampire version of the blond was a high ranking member of their guild!"
"No, I didn't. You didn't ask."
"I want a rise."
"How much?"
"Fifty thousand. You know that the entire vampire community will be after me if I kill him! Well, dust him. You know what I mean!"
"You agreed to be paid thirty thousand. Most will take that even if I did tell them his status."
"Then they're suicidal!"
"I will give you fifty five thousand to do it. No higher."
"Alright then, but you better give me a damn good funeral!"
"I will. Leave now, or you'll need one sooner than expected. I'm hungry, and you're a mortal."
"Bastard." He muttered under his breath as he left. He stormed down the steps and out into the street. Just in time to see a certain vampire and a mortal that suited the picture walk down into an alleyway a few meters ahead. He slipped the crossbow out and followed them. They stopped and seemed to be having some sort of conversation. Fine by him. Seventy five thousand, here I come. He raised the crossbow and cursed. They had moved again. Not far, though, he could see them a few meters ahead.
Damn it! He couldn't get a good shot. He knew he wouldn't get a second one. He shuffled quickly and quietly until he was only a few meters away. The anticipation was building in him, all he had to do was get the vampire, the human would be easy. Although he hated killing humans. He tightened his finger on the trigger and aimed at the vampires heart.
He pulled the trigger.
The vampire ducked just in time, the bolt only grazing his forehead. Shit! This one had to have the fastest reflexes he'd ever seen! He had no time to think as he started to load the crossbow again, but before he could raise it, it was kicked out his hands by a very pissed off vampire. He pulled out the stake from his belt and raised it, but the vampire grabbed his wrists and slammed his hand up against the wall. The was a crack of breaking bone and he dropped the stake.
He managed to pull his hands loose and ran for it, but tripped over the vampires conveniently placed foot and went sprawling. The vampire picked him up by the shirt and pulled his face close to its. He knew better than to beg for mercy. He closed his eyes as he felt the fangs impale his neck.
*****Ryou & Bakuras POV*****
Bakura dropped the lifeless body onto the ground and wiped the blood of his head where the bolt had hit him.
"You, you killed him!" Ryou said, staring at the corpse.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"What do you mean why?! He tried to kill me! And anyway, I was hungry."
"You... were.... Hungry..." Ryou fell over in front of Bakura, who sighed and picked him up.
Stupid mortals.
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Yay! 'nother chapter finished! Three guesses who "Lord" is... the owning the whole floor is a hint.... Oh, and we're not done with the hunter yet, not by a long way. Of course, he is dead.
Next chapter: The second pair. You'll just have to see who.
Now, as always, review! I will be updating regularly, so feel free to put me on your favorites. However, I must have reviews. I honestly can't write without them.