Kari: there we have finally got around to continuing this, it was a one shot but imouto-chan wanted more, so here we are
Yami k.: in other words we were bored in tech class, so we decided to type instead of program………
Kari: -.- same disclaimer and warnings as last time
Yami k.: ……… aren't you forgetting something?
Kari: ……… mmmm THIS CHAPTER AND THE WHOLE STORY IN GENERAL IS DEDICATED TO SAAKURA! Better Yami?
Yami k. ………
Blood was flowing freely from the wound that this boy had inflicted on him. He hissed and held him arm carefully, it hurt quite a bit, this one could not be underestimated. The boy himself wiped some sweat from his brow with the back of one tanned hand. He glared at the vampire, an evil creature of the night; he was sworn to kill every last one of them. The one staring at him right now seemed young almost, his fighting was sloppy, not fluid. It almost seemed too easy to get rid of him.
He gave the hunter a curios look, what made theses people do it? Put their lives on the line just to save a bunch of people that knew nothing of them? People that didn't believe them or even care. It was far beyond Marik, what would someone see in such a job? It was hard and the only reward you got at the end of the day was you might have saved someone who will die anyway. He smirked, the wound on his arm healing slowly, it was taking far to long, that knife must have been poisoned.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked, genuinely curios as too what this little boy might answer. He saw the 'boy' stiffen and glare harder; he shifted his position still ready to attack should the vampire choose to do so.
"Why does it matter to you bloodsucker" he spat, he hated vampires, all of them. Evil soulless creatures that took pleasure from spreading hate and chaos across the globe, he hated them all. This one was no different, pupil-less purple eyes, lean body, wild hair and sharp killing teeth. They were all the same why would this one be different?
"Just wanted to know," he drawled, slightly disappointed that the child did not give him an answer. The next one might, might finally tell him why, why they risked their lives to stop his kind. This boy was pretty, would he get out of this given the proper chance? He seemed to have a brain, would he dive into the world of the immortals? It was another thing he wanted to know, he had lots of questions and this little human could answer most of them for him.
Malik took that moment to spring forward and attack the vampire trying to take him off guard, so far his fighting had been sloppy this should have been an easy kill. Instead the vampire moved deftly out of the way, much as if he were suddenly displaced. Malik caught himself and whirled around; he was surround by the darkened trees in the park that was all- nothing more. No sign of the vampire he had been fighting. Such a low-level vampire shouldn't be able to hide form him so easily. There could only be one solution, he was not such a low-level vampire, and he was stronger then he let on. He swore, now this was going from a good situation to a bad one. He whirled carefully trying to catch a glimpse of darkness, trying to find his opponent. It was useless Marik was nowhere to be seen.
Watching the hunter form his perch in the tree he smirked, not noticing it before but this one was quite pretty. Like all the hunters he wore unrestricting clothing, the shirt was tight and molded to his muscular chest. Slim legs and hips were sporting loose leather pants. All in all he was a delicious sight. Marik grinned the game had just gotten funner. He closed his eyes and remembered his own 'father' for a while the vampire that had been his sire was killed by a hunter when he was still young, for a vampire. Now he was to become a father himself, he grinned at the thought, was truly funny- if you knew how to appreciate it.
Malik had a most disturbing tingling feeling, from the base of his spine, up to the little hairs on the back of his neck. He scanned the area around him again. How much longer did this vampire plan on playing? It was most annoying; he had other vampires to kill tonight. He could not afford to spend all his time standing in this park waiting for him to attack. He sent a glare to all the darkness around him, where the other was hiding- his prey. As a child after the demise of his family he swore he would never be the prey, he would be the hunter, not the prey. He would never be some life taking leech's prey. Whirling around he saw -leaping gracefully out of a tree- his adversary, he sailed through the air, long coat flapping behind him-a big bat- that was the first thing that popped into his head, a really big bat. The vampire landed without a noise in front of his form, not close enough to attack but close enough for him to get a good look at this 'man'.
Marik leaped, all wounds now have healed, leaving only a hole in his clothing. He laded close to is prey, the boy was stunned, much as anyone should have been when such a display of supernatural power. Now, now was the time to finally come out, he had been holding much back, playing with the little hunter. It gave a satisfaction when he fooled them into thinking they had the upper hand, just when the finishing blow was abut to come he would spring, all latent energy. Then that was the end- for them. He grinned their minds were fun and easy to toy with.
He moved closer, sure to wind his spell tight around the body of his prey binding his limbs. Marik moved slowly closer, what would the hunter choose? Closer still, never once breaking eye contact with his prey, his spell was waved and could not be broken now, closer still almost able to touch.
Malik tried to look away he tried with all his might but those eyes bound him to the spot. He could not move could not back away just stand there stupidly gaping at the vampire that moved closer steadily. The vampire was close enough that he could smell the faint tinge of blood that wafted around the other man; the spicy sent that was the night. Surrounded by that smell, the smell of sweet death and gazing into the eyes of the devil something snapped into Malik. And overwhelming sense of fate, that there was nothing he could do to stop this, it would be hopeless to even try and stop it. He felt the overwhelming urge to throw himself at the feet of this beast and beg him to end his life, to put a stop to all this nonsense. No one cared whether he lived or died anyways, it was all useless. He would have in fact done just that had he not still been bound by the vampire's spell.
Marik got closer and closer, excitement rose, it seemed that this brave little hunter had fallen under a simple gaze, bound by something. It was the gift of his kind, doubt and fear of ones soul were amplified and consumed you all you had to do was look into their eyes. Marik smirked he was so close now, so close he could smell the life flowing through the beautiful young body before him. So close he need to rein in his hunger and lust, the body was so warm, so soft, and full of blood. Marik licked his lips carefully keeping up the spell he had weaved over the sandy-haired blond. Closer still he moved slowly, cautiously the spell was weak the other could attack any second; still it was hard to control his hunger. He could smell fear on the boy it was intoxication, making his drunk with its essence, pulling at his core twisting it into a sick pleasure. He came closer yet and broke his contact pulling Malik with one arm around his waist he brought him closer still.
Malik watched in fascination as his demon crept closer some unknown emoting glowing in those endless purple depths. Malik was trapped and drowning in them, eyes that disappeared for a second before strong arms wrapped around them, he thought they would be cold and cruel, but they welcomed him and silently promised him a home. He leaned into the touch lost in his own mind and his own fear of life, even went as far as to tilt his head to the side giving access to the tender flesh of his skin.
"Please" he whispered, he didn't know what he wanted, to become one of the creatures he hated? To be cared for by this creature? He didn't know but he wanted it, he wanted it more then anything right now. He was going to get it.
"Please?" Marik chuckled darkly at this one, it seemed he had already made his decision- he was going to get his answers after all.
"Please" he confirmed unable to say much else he was lost in a swirl of emotion, overpowered by a sense of doom. He shut his eyes and gasped at the first feel of warm lips against his neck, they were lightly caressing the skin there, a rough tongue flicked out and lapped at the sweaty flesh there he moaned almost silently.
Marik grinned and lapped at the skin a little longer tasting the sweat and fear mixed breathing it in, memorizing it's sent. The smell seemed to get him high like no other had before this one- It was quite amazing really. Would the blood of a hunter, gift from god be more sweet then that of a normal mortal? Would it be tangier? Why wonder when you could just find out? With those final thoughts he bit into the sweaty flesh.
Malik flinched only a little when the vampire pierced the skin, he was used to pain but this wasn't exactly painful, there was this tingle of excitement going up his spine, this was something new for him. He was tense for a minute, strong arms tightened around him, silently reassuring him, this was the right decision right? To late now, no second chance, no chance to turn back now. He melted against the lean hard body he was pressed against, this was so unholy so dirty, he was drowning in it. Giving his life away to one of them. It was true hatred and revenge consume you turning you into the monster you hate the most. You one sworn enemy, now a perfect mirror of yourself. Surrender, sweet surrender no more pressure, nothing he felt like he was floating, high up in the clouds. Where heaven should be, but there will be no heaven for him now, he gave his life to the dark beasts, to toy with the play with. The clouds were playing laughing and being happy he wanted to reach out and touch one, he wanted to touch it so bad. Not possible, limbs were heavy with impending death. He watched them play wanting to join them, his mind was fading fast, death clouding his senses.
'no!' he thought desperately, he wanted the clouds, he wanted the sun, he wanted to return to the happy family under the bright sun.
'you've chosen' the voice echoed through his thought, strong and firm, a rope sent to a drowning person.
'I want the light' Malik sobbed in his mind, physical body unable to muster the strength to speak, lungs were slowing down air flow becoming less and less.
'it's too late' Malik faded fast then and there, gone life just burned out, extinguished by the deep shadows of the never ending night. At that very moment part of him went, soared upwards, the little child that had not seen his family murdered, that innocent child locked away so long went off to be with his older sister wherever she may be.
Marik was having the time of his life, the blood was good, the body in his arms felt wonderful. It was even better when the boy began to panic, trying to break the hold he had over his mind. Marik was firm and kept it under control. He bit down harder and revelled in the taste of the blood the flowed freely into his mouth. It was warm and burned a trail down to his stomach, just the way he liked it. He was filling himself up when a shock went through him, the boy's mind brushed against his own, it sent shivers down his spine. Never had this happened before. The two people's thought's collided and they spoke briefly, one dieing, one killing. They like that it was over, Marik repressed the urge the throw up all the blood he had just drank, they boy had died while their minds had still been connected. It was like it was there then it wasn't, blink, flash, gone. He shivered violently, it was cold all of a sudden if his blood had been flowing he was sure it would have stopped. He kept his meal down, just barely though. Looking curiously at the boy he wondered if the sudden coldness or the emptiness in a part of his mind would go away if the boy were to awaken. He dropped the limp dead body and it hit the ground with a wet thump, pale blond hair fell over closed violet eyes. He considered things, well he started for answers, he was going to get them. Picking up the limp body he rose to his feet, the body was void of spirit now but come next night fall it will awaken, soul chained to this plane, unable to die properly. Looking at the still figure in his arms he walked away from the park, melting into the shadows body in his arms bridal style. As he left the circle of light created by the street lamp he whispered something.
"Some interesting days ahead"
Kari: I'm done, I'm terribly sorry for the lack of updates, I've been lazy recently!
Yami k.: please review and say what do you want next? Seto/Jou or Yami/Yugi or Otogi/Honda either way it goes they'll both get done but in what order?
Kari: ja
Yami k.: in other words we were bored in tech class, so we decided to type instead of program………
Kari: -.- same disclaimer and warnings as last time
Yami k.: ……… aren't you forgetting something?
Kari: ……… mmmm THIS CHAPTER AND THE WHOLE STORY IN GENERAL IS DEDICATED TO SAAKURA! Better Yami?
Yami k. ………
Blood was flowing freely from the wound that this boy had inflicted on him. He hissed and held him arm carefully, it hurt quite a bit, this one could not be underestimated. The boy himself wiped some sweat from his brow with the back of one tanned hand. He glared at the vampire, an evil creature of the night; he was sworn to kill every last one of them. The one staring at him right now seemed young almost, his fighting was sloppy, not fluid. It almost seemed too easy to get rid of him.
He gave the hunter a curios look, what made theses people do it? Put their lives on the line just to save a bunch of people that knew nothing of them? People that didn't believe them or even care. It was far beyond Marik, what would someone see in such a job? It was hard and the only reward you got at the end of the day was you might have saved someone who will die anyway. He smirked, the wound on his arm healing slowly, it was taking far to long, that knife must have been poisoned.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked, genuinely curios as too what this little boy might answer. He saw the 'boy' stiffen and glare harder; he shifted his position still ready to attack should the vampire choose to do so.
"Why does it matter to you bloodsucker" he spat, he hated vampires, all of them. Evil soulless creatures that took pleasure from spreading hate and chaos across the globe, he hated them all. This one was no different, pupil-less purple eyes, lean body, wild hair and sharp killing teeth. They were all the same why would this one be different?
"Just wanted to know," he drawled, slightly disappointed that the child did not give him an answer. The next one might, might finally tell him why, why they risked their lives to stop his kind. This boy was pretty, would he get out of this given the proper chance? He seemed to have a brain, would he dive into the world of the immortals? It was another thing he wanted to know, he had lots of questions and this little human could answer most of them for him.
Malik took that moment to spring forward and attack the vampire trying to take him off guard, so far his fighting had been sloppy this should have been an easy kill. Instead the vampire moved deftly out of the way, much as if he were suddenly displaced. Malik caught himself and whirled around; he was surround by the darkened trees in the park that was all- nothing more. No sign of the vampire he had been fighting. Such a low-level vampire shouldn't be able to hide form him so easily. There could only be one solution, he was not such a low-level vampire, and he was stronger then he let on. He swore, now this was going from a good situation to a bad one. He whirled carefully trying to catch a glimpse of darkness, trying to find his opponent. It was useless Marik was nowhere to be seen.
Watching the hunter form his perch in the tree he smirked, not noticing it before but this one was quite pretty. Like all the hunters he wore unrestricting clothing, the shirt was tight and molded to his muscular chest. Slim legs and hips were sporting loose leather pants. All in all he was a delicious sight. Marik grinned the game had just gotten funner. He closed his eyes and remembered his own 'father' for a while the vampire that had been his sire was killed by a hunter when he was still young, for a vampire. Now he was to become a father himself, he grinned at the thought, was truly funny- if you knew how to appreciate it.
Malik had a most disturbing tingling feeling, from the base of his spine, up to the little hairs on the back of his neck. He scanned the area around him again. How much longer did this vampire plan on playing? It was most annoying; he had other vampires to kill tonight. He could not afford to spend all his time standing in this park waiting for him to attack. He sent a glare to all the darkness around him, where the other was hiding- his prey. As a child after the demise of his family he swore he would never be the prey, he would be the hunter, not the prey. He would never be some life taking leech's prey. Whirling around he saw -leaping gracefully out of a tree- his adversary, he sailed through the air, long coat flapping behind him-a big bat- that was the first thing that popped into his head, a really big bat. The vampire landed without a noise in front of his form, not close enough to attack but close enough for him to get a good look at this 'man'.
Marik leaped, all wounds now have healed, leaving only a hole in his clothing. He laded close to is prey, the boy was stunned, much as anyone should have been when such a display of supernatural power. Now, now was the time to finally come out, he had been holding much back, playing with the little hunter. It gave a satisfaction when he fooled them into thinking they had the upper hand, just when the finishing blow was abut to come he would spring, all latent energy. Then that was the end- for them. He grinned their minds were fun and easy to toy with.
He moved closer, sure to wind his spell tight around the body of his prey binding his limbs. Marik moved slowly closer, what would the hunter choose? Closer still, never once breaking eye contact with his prey, his spell was waved and could not be broken now, closer still almost able to touch.
Malik tried to look away he tried with all his might but those eyes bound him to the spot. He could not move could not back away just stand there stupidly gaping at the vampire that moved closer steadily. The vampire was close enough that he could smell the faint tinge of blood that wafted around the other man; the spicy sent that was the night. Surrounded by that smell, the smell of sweet death and gazing into the eyes of the devil something snapped into Malik. And overwhelming sense of fate, that there was nothing he could do to stop this, it would be hopeless to even try and stop it. He felt the overwhelming urge to throw himself at the feet of this beast and beg him to end his life, to put a stop to all this nonsense. No one cared whether he lived or died anyways, it was all useless. He would have in fact done just that had he not still been bound by the vampire's spell.
Marik got closer and closer, excitement rose, it seemed that this brave little hunter had fallen under a simple gaze, bound by something. It was the gift of his kind, doubt and fear of ones soul were amplified and consumed you all you had to do was look into their eyes. Marik smirked he was so close now, so close he could smell the life flowing through the beautiful young body before him. So close he need to rein in his hunger and lust, the body was so warm, so soft, and full of blood. Marik licked his lips carefully keeping up the spell he had weaved over the sandy-haired blond. Closer still he moved slowly, cautiously the spell was weak the other could attack any second; still it was hard to control his hunger. He could smell fear on the boy it was intoxication, making his drunk with its essence, pulling at his core twisting it into a sick pleasure. He came closer yet and broke his contact pulling Malik with one arm around his waist he brought him closer still.
Malik watched in fascination as his demon crept closer some unknown emoting glowing in those endless purple depths. Malik was trapped and drowning in them, eyes that disappeared for a second before strong arms wrapped around them, he thought they would be cold and cruel, but they welcomed him and silently promised him a home. He leaned into the touch lost in his own mind and his own fear of life, even went as far as to tilt his head to the side giving access to the tender flesh of his skin.
"Please" he whispered, he didn't know what he wanted, to become one of the creatures he hated? To be cared for by this creature? He didn't know but he wanted it, he wanted it more then anything right now. He was going to get it.
"Please?" Marik chuckled darkly at this one, it seemed he had already made his decision- he was going to get his answers after all.
"Please" he confirmed unable to say much else he was lost in a swirl of emotion, overpowered by a sense of doom. He shut his eyes and gasped at the first feel of warm lips against his neck, they were lightly caressing the skin there, a rough tongue flicked out and lapped at the sweaty flesh there he moaned almost silently.
Marik grinned and lapped at the skin a little longer tasting the sweat and fear mixed breathing it in, memorizing it's sent. The smell seemed to get him high like no other had before this one- It was quite amazing really. Would the blood of a hunter, gift from god be more sweet then that of a normal mortal? Would it be tangier? Why wonder when you could just find out? With those final thoughts he bit into the sweaty flesh.
Malik flinched only a little when the vampire pierced the skin, he was used to pain but this wasn't exactly painful, there was this tingle of excitement going up his spine, this was something new for him. He was tense for a minute, strong arms tightened around him, silently reassuring him, this was the right decision right? To late now, no second chance, no chance to turn back now. He melted against the lean hard body he was pressed against, this was so unholy so dirty, he was drowning in it. Giving his life away to one of them. It was true hatred and revenge consume you turning you into the monster you hate the most. You one sworn enemy, now a perfect mirror of yourself. Surrender, sweet surrender no more pressure, nothing he felt like he was floating, high up in the clouds. Where heaven should be, but there will be no heaven for him now, he gave his life to the dark beasts, to toy with the play with. The clouds were playing laughing and being happy he wanted to reach out and touch one, he wanted to touch it so bad. Not possible, limbs were heavy with impending death. He watched them play wanting to join them, his mind was fading fast, death clouding his senses.
'no!' he thought desperately, he wanted the clouds, he wanted the sun, he wanted to return to the happy family under the bright sun.
'you've chosen' the voice echoed through his thought, strong and firm, a rope sent to a drowning person.
'I want the light' Malik sobbed in his mind, physical body unable to muster the strength to speak, lungs were slowing down air flow becoming less and less.
'it's too late' Malik faded fast then and there, gone life just burned out, extinguished by the deep shadows of the never ending night. At that very moment part of him went, soared upwards, the little child that had not seen his family murdered, that innocent child locked away so long went off to be with his older sister wherever she may be.
Marik was having the time of his life, the blood was good, the body in his arms felt wonderful. It was even better when the boy began to panic, trying to break the hold he had over his mind. Marik was firm and kept it under control. He bit down harder and revelled in the taste of the blood the flowed freely into his mouth. It was warm and burned a trail down to his stomach, just the way he liked it. He was filling himself up when a shock went through him, the boy's mind brushed against his own, it sent shivers down his spine. Never had this happened before. The two people's thought's collided and they spoke briefly, one dieing, one killing. They like that it was over, Marik repressed the urge the throw up all the blood he had just drank, they boy had died while their minds had still been connected. It was like it was there then it wasn't, blink, flash, gone. He shivered violently, it was cold all of a sudden if his blood had been flowing he was sure it would have stopped. He kept his meal down, just barely though. Looking curiously at the boy he wondered if the sudden coldness or the emptiness in a part of his mind would go away if the boy were to awaken. He dropped the limp dead body and it hit the ground with a wet thump, pale blond hair fell over closed violet eyes. He considered things, well he started for answers, he was going to get them. Picking up the limp body he rose to his feet, the body was void of spirit now but come next night fall it will awaken, soul chained to this plane, unable to die properly. Looking at the still figure in his arms he walked away from the park, melting into the shadows body in his arms bridal style. As he left the circle of light created by the street lamp he whispered something.
"Some interesting days ahead"
Kari: I'm done, I'm terribly sorry for the lack of updates, I've been lazy recently!
Yami k.: please review and say what do you want next? Seto/Jou or Yami/Yugi or Otogi/Honda either way it goes they'll both get done but in what order?
Kari: ja
