Disclaimer: Don't own, waaaaaa!
You know, I'm getting depressed with the lack of reviews.... Only three for my last chapter! Waaaaa! I will write another chapter, but I expect to see more reviews in future, peoples! My thanks to Bakuraluva and Kira-kura, for constant reviewing. There will be plot appearing soon....
Yami Bakura = Bakura
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Marik = Malik
Marik = Marik
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*****Bakuras POV *****
I woke up and turned over, expecting to see my slave resting next to me. He wasn't there! I knew I shouldn't have trusted him enough to keep him in a room with a door. Well, he would learn it wasn't a good idea to try and escape. I got out of bed and walked towards the window. The sun had just set, I could tell. Burman was still curled up on the bed. That cat would sleep through someone sitting on him. He probably has.
I opened my wings, feeling the slight itchy-pain feeling as the appeared out of my flesh. I have always wondered what they look like, but sadly I am denied the ability of looking at myself in a mirror.
Poor you, I mock myself. Denied a mirror. However will you survive? Easily. All you need is your fangs and your wings, nothing else. I jump out the window, feeling the night air cool around me after being in the bed. It is a good night for hunting, and I am hungry. But first I must sort out that boy.
As I coast around the castle in a spiral, looking into the windows, I see him leaning over the edge of a balcony. Doesn't he know how dangerous it can be to be out without my protection, especially now that a vampire hunter has seen us together? Not that he'll be telling anyone. Pathetic human.
I land just behind him. He must learn not to disobey me.
*****Yamis POV *****
Yami coasted around the city, enjoying the new ability to fly. He never knew vampires could fly, but it answered a lot of questions. However, it caused still more. Where did the damn wings come from, anyway? One second they were there, the next they were gone, leaving only a slightly itchy spot between my shoulder blades. It didn't matter. He would find those pairs and get rid of them, and then maybe he would get rid of Kaiba. It was a good night for killing.
Yami mentally slapped himself. What had he been thinking?! It was the vampire blood again. Several times he found himself thinking thoughts which were not his own. And now he was hungry. That meant he had to find a human, and probably kill them in the process of drinking. But did he have to?
The question hovered in his mind. A vampires victim died of blood loss. But would it be possible to stop drinking before they died? If so, why did vampires kill? Because of those thoughts in your head. But if he could get rid of them.... It might be possible. But he had to try, and that meant he had to find a human. And quickly, he could feel his wings getting tired, along with every other muscle in his body. It wasn't a physical tiredness, he felt as if he had no energy.
Movement in a dark alleyway caught his attention. Someone was being mugged. Well, the mugger would be an excellent test subject, as it was no great loss if he died. And even with his body tiring, he was still at least three or four times stronger than most humans.
Yami swooped down, reversing before he hit the mugger, and landed with his feet on its chest. He felt his wings disappearing as he walked to the mugger, who had hit his head on the brick wall behind him. A slight trickle of blood ran down his head. At the sight of the blood Yami forgot about anything else and sunk his teeth into the mans neck.
The man yelled and wriggled, but it almost made Yami laugh. This was such fun! But no... A voice in the back of his head was telling him even as the blood filled his mouth and craving, you should let go... Never! This was his prize, why should he let it go? It was his... and it was gone. Yami stood up, leaving the corpse there. Damn, he had meant to let go, he thought as his sanity returned after the bloodlust. Now he knew why vampires didn't just let their victims go. They couldn't.
Yami turned away, annoyed, and caught sight of the boy he had rescued. His mouth almost dropped opened, and he backed away.
"No..." he said as his back came up against the wall. The boy looked just like him... And that meant as soon as Kaiba found out, he was dead. Kaiba *hated* those doubles, he would do anything to destroy them. And now he was one of them. Damn. First he became a vampire, something he had been killing for years, getting paid as a bonus, and now he became the thing that he was trying to kill. What did the world have against him?
The boy was sitting, dazed against the wall a little way away from Yami. It seemed the mugger had hit him over the head. Yami started to walk over to him, and hesitated. As soon as Kaiba found him, the boy was dead. Why did it matter that he was alright? He should just leave now, as soon as he could. Go to America, or something. Somewhere where Kaiba couldn't find him.
But as he was partly responsible for the boys to-be-death, he thought he may as well live the last few days in relative comfort. He walked over to the boy and crouched down in front of him.
The similarity was almost scary. Yami had more yellow streaks in his hair, and was taller, but that was the only difference. Except the eyes. Yami saw his eyes and quickly looked away. It was if the boy was seeing *him *, not a stranger, and he didn't like it.
"Are you alright?" He asked. The boy tried to nod and stand up, but ended up just falling back over again.
"My chest... it hurts... I think he broke something when he hit me." Yami sighed to himself. Great, now he had a hurt double on his hands, that was just what he needed right now when he was seriously considering fleeing the country as fast as his wings could carry him. Not.
"Here." Yami offered his hand to the boy, and pulled him upright. The boy looked about sixteen, but short for his age. "Where's your house?"
"I just got kicked out.... That's why I was walking around here. Where did you come from?"
"Would you believe me if I told you I flew?"
"Yes."
"I did."
"I don't believe you."
"I told you so."
"No you didn't." Yami sighed again. The kid was a pest.
"Okay, enough with the chat-back. You should rest your ribs. I'll take you to my place for now, but you won't be staying there for long. I'm leaving soon."
"Did you really fly?"
"Yes. My place is quite a way from here. Can you walk?"
"I don't think so. It hurts!"
"Well, when you get hit, it usually does. I'll prove to you I can fly, because my place is quite a way from here and people will start asking questions if I bring a kid with broken ribs on a bus."
"You've got blood on your shirt. What did you do to that man?" Yami thought for a second. The boy was going to find out soon enough about him.
"I drank his blood. I'm a vampire."
"Wow." The boy stared at Yami with fear in his eyes, and tried to back away, only to find he was already against the brick wall.
"I'm not going to kill you, okay? I didn't want to kill him either."
"Are, are you sure?"
"Yes. Can we go?" Yami unfolded the wings. It was funny how they had ripped the back of his shirt, even though they were only paper thin. They were so strong, they had to be to hold him up in the air. Without waiting for a reply from the boy, who was just staring at the wings, he lifted the boy as gently as he could and leapt into the air. It was hard work, flying while holding another person. But the blood he had just drank gave him new strength. He felt as if he could fly a thousand miles.
Yami looked down at the boy in his arms. He was grimacing, his eyes tightly shut. Yami figured it must hurt, they weren't that high up.
"What's your name?" He shouted over the wind.
"Yugi Motou. What's yours?"
"I'm Yami."
"Yami what?" Yami paused. His parents were dead, the police thought he was dead. It was better that way.
"Nothing. Just Yami."
"Oh, okay." The boy was silent and Yami focused on the building he knew was his. The window was still open, as he left it. He carefully folded his wings and floated through the window. It was amazing that he knew exactly how to use his wings, even though he only got them less than twenty-four hours ago. Yami set the boy down on the bed, and walked to the bathroom. He had a very well stocked medical kit, he had needed it more times that he could count.
Yami pulled out bandages, antiseptic cream and filled a bowl with warm water. He brought them into the room and set them down next to Yugi on the bed.
"Take off your shirt, and I'll see what I can do about your chest."
*****Ryous POV *****
Ryou turned around as something hit the ground behind him with a thump. He turned around to see Bakura there, glaring at him.
"What made you think you could just leave?! I thought I told you not to leave unless you have a death wish!"
"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to leave-"
"Yeah, right. And pigs can fly."
"I didn't mean to do something wrong!"
"Then you shouldn't have left!"
"It's your fault for-" Ryou was cut off by Bakura hitting him it the face. Ryou stumbled backwards and tripped over the door frame, and Bakura advanced on him as the moon started to rise behind him.
"Don't ever say it's my fault. I'm not a pathetic human weakling who can't even stand up to himself."
"I'm sorry!" Bakura drew back his leg to kick Ryou, and stopped. Ryou was just sitting there, eyes shut, waiting for Bakura to kick him. He didn't try to fight back, didn't try to protect himself. Bakura put his foot back down and flew away.
*****Bakuras POV *****
That stupid human! Why can't I just hurt him? I'm angry enough, and I've killed people for far less than that! When he was arguing, it was easy enough, but how could he just lie there? He knew I was going to kick him. Maybe that was why he didn't move. But what could happen to anyone to make them lose all will to fight back? Hell, I've been killed and I still give back ten times more than I get.
Bakura flapped his wings and soared upwards, trying to work off some of his frustration. The night was clear, the occasional cloud shining silver under the moon. Without realizing it, he had been heading towards the city. Well, he needed to find a human that he *could* hurt soon anyway. He was hungry.
Although because he had been a vampire for nearly eighty years he didn't need to feed every night, he felt it helped if he did. Although he wasn't sure what would happen if a vampire didn't feed, they were immortal unless you stabbed them through the heart with wood or silver. Even the sunlight didn't kill you, you just got really, really bad sunburn. Which healed after a few hours of being away from the sun.
As Bakura flew over the city, looking for a likely victim, he noticed a boy being followed by a man into an alleyway. Well, either the mugger or the boy would make a good victim, but he didn't want to have to kill them both. Which he would have to do if they saw him. The boy seemed vaguely familiar.
Bakura landed on the rooftop of one of the buildings that made the alleyway, and waited for the fight to finish. It really wasn't much of a fight. Just as he was about to fly down though, the fight got a lot more interesting. The mugger was attacked and drained by a vampire that Bakura had seen only last night, as a meal.
Well, well, well, the might just couldn't get much better, could it? Now he had a vampire vampire hunter. One that could fly, and would know about sunlight and everything else that came about with being a vampire. However, he would be on his own, even if he wasn't to begin with. Humans were very intolerant of vampires, for some reason he could quite fathom.
However, the night could, and did get a lot worse. It began when Bakura recognized the boy that the hunter carried away. Well, almost recognized. Another double. Something was going on, and he was going to find out! Was it a plot by the humans? Or something different? Bakura could tell that the hunter wasn't going to stop killing after he had killed Bakura, he was going to continue to kill Ryou too. So someone wanted the doubles dead, like he had guessed in Otogis lair.
This someone. And now he was going to get some answers.
Bakura flew after the hunter, landed softly on the window ledge, and drew the silver knife at his side out of the sheath.
It was a good night for hunting.
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A/N: Silver only kills vampires if they're stabbed in the heart. It's the same with wood, or else every time a vampire got a splinter, *poof!* Instant dust storm. By the way, wounds made by silver take longer to heal on a vampire, although they do still heal faster than a human.
Well, 'nother chapter! Sorry the chapters have been so slow in coming, exams are on. I know, I've always got a good excuse. ^_^
So, reviews, pretty please? My thanks to Aurora of the Moon, BakuraLuva, Kira-Kura, Angel Reaper, Kaelas and malik-ishtar67 for reviewing and the helpful comments. I will take them to heart next time I write a lemon/lime!
By the way, I always check out my reveiwers stories, if you want extra incentive to review.
Oh, and was that a cliffhanger? Ooopsie.... Guess you'll have to wait and see what happens.
You know, I'm getting depressed with the lack of reviews.... Only three for my last chapter! Waaaaa! I will write another chapter, but I expect to see more reviews in future, peoples! My thanks to Bakuraluva and Kira-kura, for constant reviewing. There will be plot appearing soon....
Yami Bakura = Bakura
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Marik = Malik
Marik = Marik
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*****Bakuras POV *****
I woke up and turned over, expecting to see my slave resting next to me. He wasn't there! I knew I shouldn't have trusted him enough to keep him in a room with a door. Well, he would learn it wasn't a good idea to try and escape. I got out of bed and walked towards the window. The sun had just set, I could tell. Burman was still curled up on the bed. That cat would sleep through someone sitting on him. He probably has.
I opened my wings, feeling the slight itchy-pain feeling as the appeared out of my flesh. I have always wondered what they look like, but sadly I am denied the ability of looking at myself in a mirror.
Poor you, I mock myself. Denied a mirror. However will you survive? Easily. All you need is your fangs and your wings, nothing else. I jump out the window, feeling the night air cool around me after being in the bed. It is a good night for hunting, and I am hungry. But first I must sort out that boy.
As I coast around the castle in a spiral, looking into the windows, I see him leaning over the edge of a balcony. Doesn't he know how dangerous it can be to be out without my protection, especially now that a vampire hunter has seen us together? Not that he'll be telling anyone. Pathetic human.
I land just behind him. He must learn not to disobey me.
*****Yamis POV *****
Yami coasted around the city, enjoying the new ability to fly. He never knew vampires could fly, but it answered a lot of questions. However, it caused still more. Where did the damn wings come from, anyway? One second they were there, the next they were gone, leaving only a slightly itchy spot between my shoulder blades. It didn't matter. He would find those pairs and get rid of them, and then maybe he would get rid of Kaiba. It was a good night for killing.
Yami mentally slapped himself. What had he been thinking?! It was the vampire blood again. Several times he found himself thinking thoughts which were not his own. And now he was hungry. That meant he had to find a human, and probably kill them in the process of drinking. But did he have to?
The question hovered in his mind. A vampires victim died of blood loss. But would it be possible to stop drinking before they died? If so, why did vampires kill? Because of those thoughts in your head. But if he could get rid of them.... It might be possible. But he had to try, and that meant he had to find a human. And quickly, he could feel his wings getting tired, along with every other muscle in his body. It wasn't a physical tiredness, he felt as if he had no energy.
Movement in a dark alleyway caught his attention. Someone was being mugged. Well, the mugger would be an excellent test subject, as it was no great loss if he died. And even with his body tiring, he was still at least three or four times stronger than most humans.
Yami swooped down, reversing before he hit the mugger, and landed with his feet on its chest. He felt his wings disappearing as he walked to the mugger, who had hit his head on the brick wall behind him. A slight trickle of blood ran down his head. At the sight of the blood Yami forgot about anything else and sunk his teeth into the mans neck.
The man yelled and wriggled, but it almost made Yami laugh. This was such fun! But no... A voice in the back of his head was telling him even as the blood filled his mouth and craving, you should let go... Never! This was his prize, why should he let it go? It was his... and it was gone. Yami stood up, leaving the corpse there. Damn, he had meant to let go, he thought as his sanity returned after the bloodlust. Now he knew why vampires didn't just let their victims go. They couldn't.
Yami turned away, annoyed, and caught sight of the boy he had rescued. His mouth almost dropped opened, and he backed away.
"No..." he said as his back came up against the wall. The boy looked just like him... And that meant as soon as Kaiba found out, he was dead. Kaiba *hated* those doubles, he would do anything to destroy them. And now he was one of them. Damn. First he became a vampire, something he had been killing for years, getting paid as a bonus, and now he became the thing that he was trying to kill. What did the world have against him?
The boy was sitting, dazed against the wall a little way away from Yami. It seemed the mugger had hit him over the head. Yami started to walk over to him, and hesitated. As soon as Kaiba found him, the boy was dead. Why did it matter that he was alright? He should just leave now, as soon as he could. Go to America, or something. Somewhere where Kaiba couldn't find him.
But as he was partly responsible for the boys to-be-death, he thought he may as well live the last few days in relative comfort. He walked over to the boy and crouched down in front of him.
The similarity was almost scary. Yami had more yellow streaks in his hair, and was taller, but that was the only difference. Except the eyes. Yami saw his eyes and quickly looked away. It was if the boy was seeing *him *, not a stranger, and he didn't like it.
"Are you alright?" He asked. The boy tried to nod and stand up, but ended up just falling back over again.
"My chest... it hurts... I think he broke something when he hit me." Yami sighed to himself. Great, now he had a hurt double on his hands, that was just what he needed right now when he was seriously considering fleeing the country as fast as his wings could carry him. Not.
"Here." Yami offered his hand to the boy, and pulled him upright. The boy looked about sixteen, but short for his age. "Where's your house?"
"I just got kicked out.... That's why I was walking around here. Where did you come from?"
"Would you believe me if I told you I flew?"
"Yes."
"I did."
"I don't believe you."
"I told you so."
"No you didn't." Yami sighed again. The kid was a pest.
"Okay, enough with the chat-back. You should rest your ribs. I'll take you to my place for now, but you won't be staying there for long. I'm leaving soon."
"Did you really fly?"
"Yes. My place is quite a way from here. Can you walk?"
"I don't think so. It hurts!"
"Well, when you get hit, it usually does. I'll prove to you I can fly, because my place is quite a way from here and people will start asking questions if I bring a kid with broken ribs on a bus."
"You've got blood on your shirt. What did you do to that man?" Yami thought for a second. The boy was going to find out soon enough about him.
"I drank his blood. I'm a vampire."
"Wow." The boy stared at Yami with fear in his eyes, and tried to back away, only to find he was already against the brick wall.
"I'm not going to kill you, okay? I didn't want to kill him either."
"Are, are you sure?"
"Yes. Can we go?" Yami unfolded the wings. It was funny how they had ripped the back of his shirt, even though they were only paper thin. They were so strong, they had to be to hold him up in the air. Without waiting for a reply from the boy, who was just staring at the wings, he lifted the boy as gently as he could and leapt into the air. It was hard work, flying while holding another person. But the blood he had just drank gave him new strength. He felt as if he could fly a thousand miles.
Yami looked down at the boy in his arms. He was grimacing, his eyes tightly shut. Yami figured it must hurt, they weren't that high up.
"What's your name?" He shouted over the wind.
"Yugi Motou. What's yours?"
"I'm Yami."
"Yami what?" Yami paused. His parents were dead, the police thought he was dead. It was better that way.
"Nothing. Just Yami."
"Oh, okay." The boy was silent and Yami focused on the building he knew was his. The window was still open, as he left it. He carefully folded his wings and floated through the window. It was amazing that he knew exactly how to use his wings, even though he only got them less than twenty-four hours ago. Yami set the boy down on the bed, and walked to the bathroom. He had a very well stocked medical kit, he had needed it more times that he could count.
Yami pulled out bandages, antiseptic cream and filled a bowl with warm water. He brought them into the room and set them down next to Yugi on the bed.
"Take off your shirt, and I'll see what I can do about your chest."
*****Ryous POV *****
Ryou turned around as something hit the ground behind him with a thump. He turned around to see Bakura there, glaring at him.
"What made you think you could just leave?! I thought I told you not to leave unless you have a death wish!"
"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to leave-"
"Yeah, right. And pigs can fly."
"I didn't mean to do something wrong!"
"Then you shouldn't have left!"
"It's your fault for-" Ryou was cut off by Bakura hitting him it the face. Ryou stumbled backwards and tripped over the door frame, and Bakura advanced on him as the moon started to rise behind him.
"Don't ever say it's my fault. I'm not a pathetic human weakling who can't even stand up to himself."
"I'm sorry!" Bakura drew back his leg to kick Ryou, and stopped. Ryou was just sitting there, eyes shut, waiting for Bakura to kick him. He didn't try to fight back, didn't try to protect himself. Bakura put his foot back down and flew away.
*****Bakuras POV *****
That stupid human! Why can't I just hurt him? I'm angry enough, and I've killed people for far less than that! When he was arguing, it was easy enough, but how could he just lie there? He knew I was going to kick him. Maybe that was why he didn't move. But what could happen to anyone to make them lose all will to fight back? Hell, I've been killed and I still give back ten times more than I get.
Bakura flapped his wings and soared upwards, trying to work off some of his frustration. The night was clear, the occasional cloud shining silver under the moon. Without realizing it, he had been heading towards the city. Well, he needed to find a human that he *could* hurt soon anyway. He was hungry.
Although because he had been a vampire for nearly eighty years he didn't need to feed every night, he felt it helped if he did. Although he wasn't sure what would happen if a vampire didn't feed, they were immortal unless you stabbed them through the heart with wood or silver. Even the sunlight didn't kill you, you just got really, really bad sunburn. Which healed after a few hours of being away from the sun.
As Bakura flew over the city, looking for a likely victim, he noticed a boy being followed by a man into an alleyway. Well, either the mugger or the boy would make a good victim, but he didn't want to have to kill them both. Which he would have to do if they saw him. The boy seemed vaguely familiar.
Bakura landed on the rooftop of one of the buildings that made the alleyway, and waited for the fight to finish. It really wasn't much of a fight. Just as he was about to fly down though, the fight got a lot more interesting. The mugger was attacked and drained by a vampire that Bakura had seen only last night, as a meal.
Well, well, well, the might just couldn't get much better, could it? Now he had a vampire vampire hunter. One that could fly, and would know about sunlight and everything else that came about with being a vampire. However, he would be on his own, even if he wasn't to begin with. Humans were very intolerant of vampires, for some reason he could quite fathom.
However, the night could, and did get a lot worse. It began when Bakura recognized the boy that the hunter carried away. Well, almost recognized. Another double. Something was going on, and he was going to find out! Was it a plot by the humans? Or something different? Bakura could tell that the hunter wasn't going to stop killing after he had killed Bakura, he was going to continue to kill Ryou too. So someone wanted the doubles dead, like he had guessed in Otogis lair.
This someone. And now he was going to get some answers.
Bakura flew after the hunter, landed softly on the window ledge, and drew the silver knife at his side out of the sheath.
It was a good night for hunting.
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A/N: Silver only kills vampires if they're stabbed in the heart. It's the same with wood, or else every time a vampire got a splinter, *poof!* Instant dust storm. By the way, wounds made by silver take longer to heal on a vampire, although they do still heal faster than a human.
Well, 'nother chapter! Sorry the chapters have been so slow in coming, exams are on. I know, I've always got a good excuse. ^_^
So, reviews, pretty please? My thanks to Aurora of the Moon, BakuraLuva, Kira-Kura, Angel Reaper, Kaelas and malik-ishtar67 for reviewing and the helpful comments. I will take them to heart next time I write a lemon/lime!
By the way, I always check out my reveiwers stories, if you want extra incentive to review.
Oh, and was that a cliffhanger? Ooopsie.... Guess you'll have to wait and see what happens.