The view moves to black-haired form hunched over a keyboard, her black-
nailed hands typing rapidly. She turns to the watchers and enthusiastically
waves her hand. "Hi there! Decided to try a different beginning this
time... And no - I'm still not tired of my presents but I simply have to
get all these ideas out of my head. *groans in frustration* I swear, my
imagination has gone out of control these few days I haven't written, every
piece of melody I hear gets stuck in my head and turns into a songfic -
although I don't write them down - and every little word grows into an epic
tale of (mostly) romance and adventure. It's not like it wouldn't be a good
thing, but they should at least stick to memory long enough to write, or
stay in one topic long enough to make it good instead of some random
peace...
Okay, enough ranting about that. I should perhaps mention that my writing style in this chapter might be a bit changed, due to a new novel by Anne Rice (did you know I read my first novel by her when I was merely 9 years old? it really got me into the whole 'vampire' stuff!) I got and new inspiration music... Previously all have come from the same album as 'Slaying the Dreamer', now I changed to another one, although the same band. Simply 'cause I can't keep my hands off it, I just got it for Christmas. ^___^ I haven't mentioned what kind of music Nightwish plays, have I? At moments it's like listening to opera with electric guitars, heavy basses and drums. The singer is a female, and sings a bit high, thus the 'opera'. It's amazing what listening to music like that can do to your imagination, the mood of the story turns out quite different. And of course it's metal, don't expect anything else out of me! IMPORTANT NOTICE: the rating has been CHANGED TO R!!! (Plus I don't own Yugioh or any other things mentioned here)
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Slaying the Dreamer, chapter 5: Lost Innocence
Groggily I woke from sleep. Not a long one this time, just normal sleep all vampires fall to every day, during the time the sun shines on the light- blue sky. It took me awhile to recall the events of last night.
I had kissed a mortal, went to his home and nearly bitten him... How could I have done so? What had possessed me to fall for someone I had known only for one night? I didn't know, and the knowledge that I nearly drunk his blood was eating me alive. So easily had my decision been broken...
I rose from my coffin, lusting for more blood. I _had_ drank more on the way here last night, but the long day had sapped my powers somewhat. Of course, bloodlust is a constant companion for vampires, not to be avoided even when one cannot drink one more drop, is filled with the knowledge blood brings. Even then there is a craving that cannot be satisfied, even though it is somewhat dulled by one's full veins and burdened heart.
The tomb was as dim as yesterday, and as dusty. I hurried out of there, my thoughts turned to the coming night, my plans on how to get familiar with everything new, how to make a living in this new environment. That is why I didn't notice a certain violet-eyed boy until I nearly walked over him...
Scared out of my wits, I jumped back towards the tomb, ready to bolt. He just looked at me, surprised, red coloring his cheeks, his other hand holding on to a rose. I watched. The same kind of a rose I had given him, taken from the bushes just outside the tomb.
"Hi... Ummm..."
He looked hesitant, and I couldn't help him in any way. I was stunned to silence. He had found me...
"I thought the rose looked kind of familiar... Then I remembered that here grows some and I thought that since we didn't exactly finish the conversation I ..."
He trailed off, the red becoming stronger on his face. He kept looking at the open tomb, then back to me again - a sure sign that he had seen me coming out of there.
"Thought we could talk some more now? Fine... Perhaps in more pleasant surroundings?"
My mind started working. I would need to draw his mind off that particular bit of information of me. For some reason I was hesitant to use the abilities of my mind, it just wouldn't feel right to use them on him... Besides, I owed him something for all I had done.
At his nod I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and began to lead him towards the bench we had met at for the second time. I didn't notice the color deepening on Yugi's face, nor was it a conscious decision to get so close to him in the first place.
"But... But now? I mean, I would need to go home first. Jiichan will get worried if I don't get home soon and -"
I sighed in relief. A bit more time to plan on what to say to him.
"Of course. Where shall we meet?"
I looked down at Yugi, my thoughts still wrapped around the problem of actually keeping up a conversation with him. I noticed a certain haziness in my mind when he was around, like I couldn't concentrate properly.
"Ummm... How about the Park of Summernight [1]? You know where that is, right?"
Gently I ran my fingers down his side, still unaware of what I was doing. I didn't know where the park was, but I could always ask different people...
"Sure I know that. We'll meet there within a few hours, does that go with you?"
"Y - yeah. Meet you there."
He took a step forward, and my hand fell from his side. I looked at it in shock. Again... Again I had given in to my desires, this time without noticing. This was getting too serious for me. I shifted my gaze from my hand to Yugi, walking down the path and glancing back at me from time to time. What had I gotten myself into now? Nothing good could come out of this, I could sense it.
I watched as the little look-alike disappeared from my view as he walked forward. Then it came to me - he had actually sought me out? He had waited for me by the rosebush, hoping to meet me again?
My knees felt weak.
---Time lapse---
I sat on a bench, nervously twisting this way and that, waiting for Yugi to arrive. I had drifted among all the glorious shops as long as my patience allowed me to, then searched out this park. It hadn't been hard to find, and now I had sat here, worrying, for at least half an hour.
I couldn't make up any answers to my questions, it was beginning to irritate me _a lot_. All I seemed to have done ever since I came out of that coffin was ask questions, which I wasn't used to doing. My past, Yugi, our Puzzles, Seto... How much could one vampire take? Not much more, I thought.
The park was empty at this time of the night, but now I could hear footsteps coming this way. I stood up, immediately thinking it to be Yugi. But as soon as I saw the figure coming towards me, I realized my mistake. He was a lot taller than Yugi, and moonlight made his white hair glow, giving him an angelic aura.
"Well well well, isn't it the mighty pharaoh"
The owner of the taunting voice came closer. I could see his hair demonically flaring up behind him, his brown, crimson hued eyes of a vampire looking at me with hatred. His hand was balled into a fist. As he came nearer, I could see something glinting in the light of the streetlamps.
The Ring...
---Flashback---
"Right this way, Pharaoh."
I followed the guidance of the High Priest Seto, who was taking me to a well-guarded room. Inside this room was something I had waited for a long time to see...
I stopped in front of a table, covered with a cloth. Seto came right after, and glanced at me.
"Are you ready to see this?"
I nodded impatiently. Years of waiting had finally paid off. The Priest revealed the objects lying on the table. Seven golden objects, radiating power.
The Millennium Items; Puzzle, Ring, Rod, Tauk, Eye, Scales and Ankh.
I had an insane urge to laugh. Finally they were mine to command!
"Excuse me... I would like to have my reward now... I won't bother you again, I just want to get out of here."
The soft voice came from a dark corner of the room. A figure stepped forward, a figure with white hair. Of course, the tomb robber I had 'hired' off the streets. What was his name...Bakura?
I glared at the High Priest by my side.
"I thought I told you to take care of him!"
He looked startled. Oh yes - I had forgotten to tell him. Not my fault... The duties of a regent were sometimes very tiresome.
"I'm sorry my Pharaoh. It won't happen again."
"It had better not..."
The Priest called the guards in. Three should be enough to escort the scum to a dungeon until time could be found to execute him.
The young thief struggled in their grasp. I hardly noticed, my eyes were full of my precious prize. And to think my father had been stupid enough to think I would let a simple matter of a tomb stop me... No, I had effective ways to go around the curse of my father's tomb. Simply send someone not valuable in.
A laugh rose from my throat, beginning from a small giggle, ending in a full-blown laugh, echoing off the empty walls of the room.
---End of flashback---
My eyes widened. What the -?
"It seems that you finally have decided to grace us with your presence."
I looked at the demonic vampire, my mind reeling with the new information I now held of my past. I had been so cruel... Now I could clearly remember the hatred inside me, the cold feeling of emptiness filling my mind, birthing cruelty and insanity.
"Took you long enough to come out to this bright new world. Some of these people of these present times might be cruel enough even for you."
I glared at the shady form, the tomb robber I had had to steal the Millennium Items from my father's tomb. And then brutally ordered to be executed. What had happened then for him to be alive, with the Ring and the vampiric blood... And I was sure I hadn't done those cruel things he spoke about ever since I became a vampire. Unless one counts drinking from humans, which I _had_ done in the early centuries. Couldn't remember for how long, though.
"Oh, so was that pathetic priest truly serious? The poor little pharaoh has lost his memory..."
"Don't mock me, son of a devil. I know very well what has happened to me. I don't know what has happened _you_, though, I recalled you to be a gentle soul, wary of violence."
His eyes narrowed slightly, and that was the only warning I had before he was on me, trying to get a hold of my throat with his hands. As he spoke next, his voice was hissing, full of madness and rage.
"Don't you _dare_ to claim you don't remember what you did to me! It was bad enough knowing you were somewhere, carrying that information with you, but that you would have forgotten -"
For some time now I had heard gentle footsteps on the ground, but not really registered what I heard. But now the owners of those sounds came to the scene, and that made the vampire on top of me look up and freeze in surprise. I turned to be able to see them. Yugi - finally, my mind sighed - but he had friend with him.
A white haired, brown eyed friend. A near exact copy of the ancient tomb robber who had attacked me.
They stared at each other, dumbfounded. I could see something awakening in the mind of the tomb robber. He looked back at me, it was a visible effort for him to tear his eyes away from the clueless mortal.
"Curse you, Pharaoh. This would have never happened if you had merely stayed in that eternal sleep of yours! Go back to the grave!"
With that he was gone, having used the powers the blood of humans gave him. The powerful blood which had had centuries to get stronger, drawing off every human he felt like feeding from.
Him gone, I could now get up. Yugi quickly came to my side.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
Assisted by him, I stood up, leaning slightly on the slender mortal. Why would this be my fault, what could be activated simply because I had woken from my long sleep? These innocent versions of us were born years ago... I looked at the other boy, confused. What caused this? I searched his questioning eyes. No hidden knowledge there. The boy was not to be blamed, he was as clueless as I was. The Ring hanging from his neck gleamed slightly.
I froze. Seemed to be doing that a lot lately. But another copy of an Item... Having noticed the Items both of the humans carried, I was drawn to the conclusion that they had something to do with this after all. Yugi's voice came from somewhere far away, introducing the mortal.
"This is Ryou Bakura, a friend of mine. I met him on the way here, and he got interested of the similarity of our puzzles. You see, his father is an archaeologist, he might have some idea."
Ryou shifted uncomfortably under my dull gaze.
"Perhaps we could discuss this some other time... I would in no way like to keep you waiting, but I would really need to go now."
"No problem. Some other time..."
Relieved, the boy left, leaving me alone with Yugi and my chaotic thoughts.
"Excuse me for asking, but why did that look-alike of Ryou call you a pharaoh?"
Now how was I going to explain my way out of this...?
---Bakura POV [2] IF YOU FEEL QUEASY ABOUT DESCRIPTIVE BLOODSUCKING AND (PARTIALLY SUGGESTED) RAPE PLEASE DON'T READ!!! ---
I looked from farther away as the young mortal walked away from Pharaoh and his human. My mind was reeling with the possibilities this new twist brought. Well, not exactly new, but I had never really believed some truth could actually be in those old texts...
When the boy, Ryou, was disappearing from my sight among the trees, walking farther from my current location, I made a quick decision and followed him. Grinning in what I knew to be a lecherous way, I moved faster than a mortal's eye could follow, reaching my copy in no time at all.
This was a way too tempting opportunity to pass. I wondered what his blood would taste like once I sank my sharp fangs into his neck. I could smell the boy all the way to where I was following him silently, some meters behind, admiring his form partially obscured by the darkness. His scent spoke of warm evenings by a fire, loving care and innocence shot through every other fragrance. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
I followed him, stalking silently in shadows, wondering if the Pharaoh felt as drawn to his modern version as I did to this little human. Resisting a sudden urge to cackle, I remembered his decision all those years ago, that he wouldn't drink the blood of humans anymore. What a torture he must be going through if he really felt like this...
Me and my small prey arrived to a house, and he walked in. Smiling faintly I tried the door after waiting a suitable time to confirm I wouldn't walk straight to him. Locked, which was to be expected, but didn't stop me. Concentrating my mind for a while, I had the satisfactory result of hearing the lock make a small click and the door open. Feeling a little feverish I stepped in and closed the door. Nothing would be allowed to interfere with my moment with this Ryou.
Searching with my thoughts I could feel the little one some way forward down the hall. Peeking in to one room I saw the kitchen and Ryou, who was drinking a cup of hot chocolate. Gulping down the last mouthfuls of the liquid, he set the cup on a side table and began his way out of the kitchen. I withdrew to a shadowy corner, I wasn't ready to be exposed yet. He walked past me, noticing absolutely nothing.
Watching in fascination as he climbed up the stairs, I fanned my bloodlust to a flame. The sweet feeling of hunger filled my veins. Following the sweet-scented mortal I could feel my eyes turn more crimson with my feelings and my fangs come a little more visible.
Stopping at his bedroom door, I was nearly paralyzed by the lust seeing him in the dim room caused. He was taking off his shirt, getting ready to sleep, no doubt. I would regretfully prevent him from doing that... He threw the shirt to a chair, and I took a step into the room, drawn in by the scent of his blood, but also the sight of his naked torso, skin gleaming in the moonlight.
The prey immediately sensed me, and turned in fear. I could see his widened eyes, seemingly pleading me to drink from him. Fear lived in those eyes now. I stepped closer to him.
"You are the guy who attacked that friend of Yugi's, are you not?"
His voice was surprisingly calm, despite his otherwise timid behavior. I couldn't care less at the moment. His blood was calling. I didn't answer him, instead I went closer. He withdrew in fear. I wouldn't have such behavior and took a hold of his arm. So smooth skin... So smooth... Touching it almost tenderly, I drew him closer to me, and nearly lost it as his body pressed so close to mine.
I pressed my lips first to his snow-white hair, then to his lips. They tasted like the hot chocolate he drank before. A bit impatient, I scraped my fangs against his quivering lips, hungry for his blood. I was awarded by a small trickle of it flowing to my mouth, and small whimpers coming from the frightened boy.
Angry with myself for caring about it, I removed my mouth from his, scraping my fingernails against his bare chest. My eyes flowed over his gentle features, drinking it in, as hungry for the visual pleasure as for the blood flowing in his veins.
I wrapped my free hand around him, pressing him closer, the other moving in circular patterns across his back, sliding lower. I was aware of the tears starting to flow from the boy's eyes, the moisture glistening on his face, dropping down his face to the collar of my shirt. Little sobbing noises came from him, and I felt suddenly obliged to try to calm him.
//Ssshh, little one. Relax. Nothing's wrong.//
I wasn't trying to make him do anything, just projected my thoughts going around my mind to him. It felt right to do so.
//Please don't cry.//
I tasted the salty tears on his face, licking them away. For some reason moisture started to gather in my eyes too, the slightly bloody tears threatening to fall.
Passionately I kissed his throat, my breathing becoming labored, the boy sobbing in my arms. His scent enveloped me, I wasn't aware of anything else but him anymore. I couldn't wait anymore and agonizingly slowly I sank my fangs into his neck, the sweet essence of his life filling my mouth. My lips firmly pressed against his pale skin, I swallowed the first mouthful. It nearly knocked me out, the raw life of his blood now in me, screaming for more of the kind.
I took a firm hold of the boy and lifted him to the nearby bed, never separating my mouth from his neck. Straddling the mortal to better access the fountain of blood, my hands started to roam across his body once more. The muscles in his arms were tensing, trying to break my grip on him, but the futile attempt merely made me want more. I could feel the little whimpers he made, his throat vibrating slightly with each little sound.
He was pinned down securely under me, strength leaving his limbs as I drank the blood. I let my hands massage the tight muscles of his chest, my left hand involuntarily drifting downwards, to caress him gently and to bring his lower body more tightly against me.
I felt my now stiff member rub against his hips, and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. That made the bloody tears fall to my face. The whole ordeal was getting out of hand, but I couldn't make myself care anymore. All that mattered was the boy under me, his sweet blood freely flowing to my mouth, his body warming up under my touch. A small sound of pleasure left my throat as I swallowed yet another mouthful of the essence of life.
Suddenly gaining a tiny fragment of my free will, I lifted my face from his throat, gasping for air. I could see the bloody wound against his pale skin, not bleeding anymore as my warm mouth left it. his cheeks were flushed, otherwise his face was unnaturally white. How could it be otherwise, he was suffering from blood loss...
Feverishly I wondered at this boy, keeping in my unconscious decision not to kill him yet, but to enjoy sucking his blood a few times more. Feeling the need to claim his body, I took his face between my hands and kissed him deeply.
The boy made small voices in the back of his throat, whether of pain, fear, or pleasure, I didn't know.
---
[1] I really have no idea where they are living in this fic, nor do I know the surroundings... The name is from an actual park near to where I live.
[2] Bakura as in Yami Bakura. And even though I wrote before I'd try to keep this in Yami's POV, I noticed that there was no way I could write proper romance between other people like that... Great. I could have used Neko-chan's scene without completely ruining it if I had noticed this before! And it seems that other couples will be in a touch bigger role than I originally thought. A day of joy to B/R and S/J fans... ^_^ Also including me.
AN: Whoo! I finished it! Sorry about the long rants in the beginning! (YS: *taps Shenya on the shoulder and points at the Bakura POV with wide eyes* Is that because you kept listening to 'Nymphomaniac Fantasia' while you wrote it?) O.O What the... Oooops. I never meant it to turn out quite like that... I blame the new music! *hides behind the Christmas tree* REVIEW, PLEASE!!!
Okay, enough ranting about that. I should perhaps mention that my writing style in this chapter might be a bit changed, due to a new novel by Anne Rice (did you know I read my first novel by her when I was merely 9 years old? it really got me into the whole 'vampire' stuff!) I got and new inspiration music... Previously all have come from the same album as 'Slaying the Dreamer', now I changed to another one, although the same band. Simply 'cause I can't keep my hands off it, I just got it for Christmas. ^___^ I haven't mentioned what kind of music Nightwish plays, have I? At moments it's like listening to opera with electric guitars, heavy basses and drums. The singer is a female, and sings a bit high, thus the 'opera'. It's amazing what listening to music like that can do to your imagination, the mood of the story turns out quite different. And of course it's metal, don't expect anything else out of me! IMPORTANT NOTICE: the rating has been CHANGED TO R!!! (Plus I don't own Yugioh or any other things mentioned here)
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Slaying the Dreamer, chapter 5: Lost Innocence
Groggily I woke from sleep. Not a long one this time, just normal sleep all vampires fall to every day, during the time the sun shines on the light- blue sky. It took me awhile to recall the events of last night.
I had kissed a mortal, went to his home and nearly bitten him... How could I have done so? What had possessed me to fall for someone I had known only for one night? I didn't know, and the knowledge that I nearly drunk his blood was eating me alive. So easily had my decision been broken...
I rose from my coffin, lusting for more blood. I _had_ drank more on the way here last night, but the long day had sapped my powers somewhat. Of course, bloodlust is a constant companion for vampires, not to be avoided even when one cannot drink one more drop, is filled with the knowledge blood brings. Even then there is a craving that cannot be satisfied, even though it is somewhat dulled by one's full veins and burdened heart.
The tomb was as dim as yesterday, and as dusty. I hurried out of there, my thoughts turned to the coming night, my plans on how to get familiar with everything new, how to make a living in this new environment. That is why I didn't notice a certain violet-eyed boy until I nearly walked over him...
Scared out of my wits, I jumped back towards the tomb, ready to bolt. He just looked at me, surprised, red coloring his cheeks, his other hand holding on to a rose. I watched. The same kind of a rose I had given him, taken from the bushes just outside the tomb.
"Hi... Ummm..."
He looked hesitant, and I couldn't help him in any way. I was stunned to silence. He had found me...
"I thought the rose looked kind of familiar... Then I remembered that here grows some and I thought that since we didn't exactly finish the conversation I ..."
He trailed off, the red becoming stronger on his face. He kept looking at the open tomb, then back to me again - a sure sign that he had seen me coming out of there.
"Thought we could talk some more now? Fine... Perhaps in more pleasant surroundings?"
My mind started working. I would need to draw his mind off that particular bit of information of me. For some reason I was hesitant to use the abilities of my mind, it just wouldn't feel right to use them on him... Besides, I owed him something for all I had done.
At his nod I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and began to lead him towards the bench we had met at for the second time. I didn't notice the color deepening on Yugi's face, nor was it a conscious decision to get so close to him in the first place.
"But... But now? I mean, I would need to go home first. Jiichan will get worried if I don't get home soon and -"
I sighed in relief. A bit more time to plan on what to say to him.
"Of course. Where shall we meet?"
I looked down at Yugi, my thoughts still wrapped around the problem of actually keeping up a conversation with him. I noticed a certain haziness in my mind when he was around, like I couldn't concentrate properly.
"Ummm... How about the Park of Summernight [1]? You know where that is, right?"
Gently I ran my fingers down his side, still unaware of what I was doing. I didn't know where the park was, but I could always ask different people...
"Sure I know that. We'll meet there within a few hours, does that go with you?"
"Y - yeah. Meet you there."
He took a step forward, and my hand fell from his side. I looked at it in shock. Again... Again I had given in to my desires, this time without noticing. This was getting too serious for me. I shifted my gaze from my hand to Yugi, walking down the path and glancing back at me from time to time. What had I gotten myself into now? Nothing good could come out of this, I could sense it.
I watched as the little look-alike disappeared from my view as he walked forward. Then it came to me - he had actually sought me out? He had waited for me by the rosebush, hoping to meet me again?
My knees felt weak.
---Time lapse---
I sat on a bench, nervously twisting this way and that, waiting for Yugi to arrive. I had drifted among all the glorious shops as long as my patience allowed me to, then searched out this park. It hadn't been hard to find, and now I had sat here, worrying, for at least half an hour.
I couldn't make up any answers to my questions, it was beginning to irritate me _a lot_. All I seemed to have done ever since I came out of that coffin was ask questions, which I wasn't used to doing. My past, Yugi, our Puzzles, Seto... How much could one vampire take? Not much more, I thought.
The park was empty at this time of the night, but now I could hear footsteps coming this way. I stood up, immediately thinking it to be Yugi. But as soon as I saw the figure coming towards me, I realized my mistake. He was a lot taller than Yugi, and moonlight made his white hair glow, giving him an angelic aura.
"Well well well, isn't it the mighty pharaoh"
The owner of the taunting voice came closer. I could see his hair demonically flaring up behind him, his brown, crimson hued eyes of a vampire looking at me with hatred. His hand was balled into a fist. As he came nearer, I could see something glinting in the light of the streetlamps.
The Ring...
---Flashback---
"Right this way, Pharaoh."
I followed the guidance of the High Priest Seto, who was taking me to a well-guarded room. Inside this room was something I had waited for a long time to see...
I stopped in front of a table, covered with a cloth. Seto came right after, and glanced at me.
"Are you ready to see this?"
I nodded impatiently. Years of waiting had finally paid off. The Priest revealed the objects lying on the table. Seven golden objects, radiating power.
The Millennium Items; Puzzle, Ring, Rod, Tauk, Eye, Scales and Ankh.
I had an insane urge to laugh. Finally they were mine to command!
"Excuse me... I would like to have my reward now... I won't bother you again, I just want to get out of here."
The soft voice came from a dark corner of the room. A figure stepped forward, a figure with white hair. Of course, the tomb robber I had 'hired' off the streets. What was his name...Bakura?
I glared at the High Priest by my side.
"I thought I told you to take care of him!"
He looked startled. Oh yes - I had forgotten to tell him. Not my fault... The duties of a regent were sometimes very tiresome.
"I'm sorry my Pharaoh. It won't happen again."
"It had better not..."
The Priest called the guards in. Three should be enough to escort the scum to a dungeon until time could be found to execute him.
The young thief struggled in their grasp. I hardly noticed, my eyes were full of my precious prize. And to think my father had been stupid enough to think I would let a simple matter of a tomb stop me... No, I had effective ways to go around the curse of my father's tomb. Simply send someone not valuable in.
A laugh rose from my throat, beginning from a small giggle, ending in a full-blown laugh, echoing off the empty walls of the room.
---End of flashback---
My eyes widened. What the -?
"It seems that you finally have decided to grace us with your presence."
I looked at the demonic vampire, my mind reeling with the new information I now held of my past. I had been so cruel... Now I could clearly remember the hatred inside me, the cold feeling of emptiness filling my mind, birthing cruelty and insanity.
"Took you long enough to come out to this bright new world. Some of these people of these present times might be cruel enough even for you."
I glared at the shady form, the tomb robber I had had to steal the Millennium Items from my father's tomb. And then brutally ordered to be executed. What had happened then for him to be alive, with the Ring and the vampiric blood... And I was sure I hadn't done those cruel things he spoke about ever since I became a vampire. Unless one counts drinking from humans, which I _had_ done in the early centuries. Couldn't remember for how long, though.
"Oh, so was that pathetic priest truly serious? The poor little pharaoh has lost his memory..."
"Don't mock me, son of a devil. I know very well what has happened to me. I don't know what has happened _you_, though, I recalled you to be a gentle soul, wary of violence."
His eyes narrowed slightly, and that was the only warning I had before he was on me, trying to get a hold of my throat with his hands. As he spoke next, his voice was hissing, full of madness and rage.
"Don't you _dare_ to claim you don't remember what you did to me! It was bad enough knowing you were somewhere, carrying that information with you, but that you would have forgotten -"
For some time now I had heard gentle footsteps on the ground, but not really registered what I heard. But now the owners of those sounds came to the scene, and that made the vampire on top of me look up and freeze in surprise. I turned to be able to see them. Yugi - finally, my mind sighed - but he had friend with him.
A white haired, brown eyed friend. A near exact copy of the ancient tomb robber who had attacked me.
They stared at each other, dumbfounded. I could see something awakening in the mind of the tomb robber. He looked back at me, it was a visible effort for him to tear his eyes away from the clueless mortal.
"Curse you, Pharaoh. This would have never happened if you had merely stayed in that eternal sleep of yours! Go back to the grave!"
With that he was gone, having used the powers the blood of humans gave him. The powerful blood which had had centuries to get stronger, drawing off every human he felt like feeding from.
Him gone, I could now get up. Yugi quickly came to my side.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
Assisted by him, I stood up, leaning slightly on the slender mortal. Why would this be my fault, what could be activated simply because I had woken from my long sleep? These innocent versions of us were born years ago... I looked at the other boy, confused. What caused this? I searched his questioning eyes. No hidden knowledge there. The boy was not to be blamed, he was as clueless as I was. The Ring hanging from his neck gleamed slightly.
I froze. Seemed to be doing that a lot lately. But another copy of an Item... Having noticed the Items both of the humans carried, I was drawn to the conclusion that they had something to do with this after all. Yugi's voice came from somewhere far away, introducing the mortal.
"This is Ryou Bakura, a friend of mine. I met him on the way here, and he got interested of the similarity of our puzzles. You see, his father is an archaeologist, he might have some idea."
Ryou shifted uncomfortably under my dull gaze.
"Perhaps we could discuss this some other time... I would in no way like to keep you waiting, but I would really need to go now."
"No problem. Some other time..."
Relieved, the boy left, leaving me alone with Yugi and my chaotic thoughts.
"Excuse me for asking, but why did that look-alike of Ryou call you a pharaoh?"
Now how was I going to explain my way out of this...?
---Bakura POV [2] IF YOU FEEL QUEASY ABOUT DESCRIPTIVE BLOODSUCKING AND (PARTIALLY SUGGESTED) RAPE PLEASE DON'T READ!!! ---
I looked from farther away as the young mortal walked away from Pharaoh and his human. My mind was reeling with the possibilities this new twist brought. Well, not exactly new, but I had never really believed some truth could actually be in those old texts...
When the boy, Ryou, was disappearing from my sight among the trees, walking farther from my current location, I made a quick decision and followed him. Grinning in what I knew to be a lecherous way, I moved faster than a mortal's eye could follow, reaching my copy in no time at all.
This was a way too tempting opportunity to pass. I wondered what his blood would taste like once I sank my sharp fangs into his neck. I could smell the boy all the way to where I was following him silently, some meters behind, admiring his form partially obscured by the darkness. His scent spoke of warm evenings by a fire, loving care and innocence shot through every other fragrance. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
I followed him, stalking silently in shadows, wondering if the Pharaoh felt as drawn to his modern version as I did to this little human. Resisting a sudden urge to cackle, I remembered his decision all those years ago, that he wouldn't drink the blood of humans anymore. What a torture he must be going through if he really felt like this...
Me and my small prey arrived to a house, and he walked in. Smiling faintly I tried the door after waiting a suitable time to confirm I wouldn't walk straight to him. Locked, which was to be expected, but didn't stop me. Concentrating my mind for a while, I had the satisfactory result of hearing the lock make a small click and the door open. Feeling a little feverish I stepped in and closed the door. Nothing would be allowed to interfere with my moment with this Ryou.
Searching with my thoughts I could feel the little one some way forward down the hall. Peeking in to one room I saw the kitchen and Ryou, who was drinking a cup of hot chocolate. Gulping down the last mouthfuls of the liquid, he set the cup on a side table and began his way out of the kitchen. I withdrew to a shadowy corner, I wasn't ready to be exposed yet. He walked past me, noticing absolutely nothing.
Watching in fascination as he climbed up the stairs, I fanned my bloodlust to a flame. The sweet feeling of hunger filled my veins. Following the sweet-scented mortal I could feel my eyes turn more crimson with my feelings and my fangs come a little more visible.
Stopping at his bedroom door, I was nearly paralyzed by the lust seeing him in the dim room caused. He was taking off his shirt, getting ready to sleep, no doubt. I would regretfully prevent him from doing that... He threw the shirt to a chair, and I took a step into the room, drawn in by the scent of his blood, but also the sight of his naked torso, skin gleaming in the moonlight.
The prey immediately sensed me, and turned in fear. I could see his widened eyes, seemingly pleading me to drink from him. Fear lived in those eyes now. I stepped closer to him.
"You are the guy who attacked that friend of Yugi's, are you not?"
His voice was surprisingly calm, despite his otherwise timid behavior. I couldn't care less at the moment. His blood was calling. I didn't answer him, instead I went closer. He withdrew in fear. I wouldn't have such behavior and took a hold of his arm. So smooth skin... So smooth... Touching it almost tenderly, I drew him closer to me, and nearly lost it as his body pressed so close to mine.
I pressed my lips first to his snow-white hair, then to his lips. They tasted like the hot chocolate he drank before. A bit impatient, I scraped my fangs against his quivering lips, hungry for his blood. I was awarded by a small trickle of it flowing to my mouth, and small whimpers coming from the frightened boy.
Angry with myself for caring about it, I removed my mouth from his, scraping my fingernails against his bare chest. My eyes flowed over his gentle features, drinking it in, as hungry for the visual pleasure as for the blood flowing in his veins.
I wrapped my free hand around him, pressing him closer, the other moving in circular patterns across his back, sliding lower. I was aware of the tears starting to flow from the boy's eyes, the moisture glistening on his face, dropping down his face to the collar of my shirt. Little sobbing noises came from him, and I felt suddenly obliged to try to calm him.
//Ssshh, little one. Relax. Nothing's wrong.//
I wasn't trying to make him do anything, just projected my thoughts going around my mind to him. It felt right to do so.
//Please don't cry.//
I tasted the salty tears on his face, licking them away. For some reason moisture started to gather in my eyes too, the slightly bloody tears threatening to fall.
Passionately I kissed his throat, my breathing becoming labored, the boy sobbing in my arms. His scent enveloped me, I wasn't aware of anything else but him anymore. I couldn't wait anymore and agonizingly slowly I sank my fangs into his neck, the sweet essence of his life filling my mouth. My lips firmly pressed against his pale skin, I swallowed the first mouthful. It nearly knocked me out, the raw life of his blood now in me, screaming for more of the kind.
I took a firm hold of the boy and lifted him to the nearby bed, never separating my mouth from his neck. Straddling the mortal to better access the fountain of blood, my hands started to roam across his body once more. The muscles in his arms were tensing, trying to break my grip on him, but the futile attempt merely made me want more. I could feel the little whimpers he made, his throat vibrating slightly with each little sound.
He was pinned down securely under me, strength leaving his limbs as I drank the blood. I let my hands massage the tight muscles of his chest, my left hand involuntarily drifting downwards, to caress him gently and to bring his lower body more tightly against me.
I felt my now stiff member rub against his hips, and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. That made the bloody tears fall to my face. The whole ordeal was getting out of hand, but I couldn't make myself care anymore. All that mattered was the boy under me, his sweet blood freely flowing to my mouth, his body warming up under my touch. A small sound of pleasure left my throat as I swallowed yet another mouthful of the essence of life.
Suddenly gaining a tiny fragment of my free will, I lifted my face from his throat, gasping for air. I could see the bloody wound against his pale skin, not bleeding anymore as my warm mouth left it. his cheeks were flushed, otherwise his face was unnaturally white. How could it be otherwise, he was suffering from blood loss...
Feverishly I wondered at this boy, keeping in my unconscious decision not to kill him yet, but to enjoy sucking his blood a few times more. Feeling the need to claim his body, I took his face between my hands and kissed him deeply.
The boy made small voices in the back of his throat, whether of pain, fear, or pleasure, I didn't know.
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[1] I really have no idea where they are living in this fic, nor do I know the surroundings... The name is from an actual park near to where I live.
[2] Bakura as in Yami Bakura. And even though I wrote before I'd try to keep this in Yami's POV, I noticed that there was no way I could write proper romance between other people like that... Great. I could have used Neko-chan's scene without completely ruining it if I had noticed this before! And it seems that other couples will be in a touch bigger role than I originally thought. A day of joy to B/R and S/J fans... ^_^ Also including me.
AN: Whoo! I finished it! Sorry about the long rants in the beginning! (YS: *taps Shenya on the shoulder and points at the Bakura POV with wide eyes* Is that because you kept listening to 'Nymphomaniac Fantasia' while you wrote it?) O.O What the... Oooops. I never meant it to turn out quite like that... I blame the new music! *hides behind the Christmas tree* REVIEW, PLEASE!!!