Author's Note: This is a little drabble I wrote up at about 3:00am. It's not the greatest thing I've ever written, but I'm still a bit proud of it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Game. I don't want to either. I am perfectly fine with my invisible (invisible, not imaginary!) hobbits. *nods*

The Real Ishtar

Chapter One

          Duzell awoke. It was still dark, somewhere after midnight, he figured. As he got off the bed, he transformed into Ishtar, who remained on the bed, asleep as a bed in hibernation. Quickly selecting some of Ishtar's clothes from her closet, he glanced himself over in the mirror. Ok. Definitely not something Ishtar would wear, he thought to himself. But then, Ishtar was known for her… eccentricity. Duzell decided it looked fine. Besides, he was only going to the garden.

          Why he was going to he garden, he himself wasn't even sure. He just didn't feel like sleeping anymore. The night seemed so peaceful, with a light breeze against his shoulders. Peaceful was something daytime was not, especially with Ishtar around. And all mortal, so loud and pesky. How he wished they would all just go away, die even. Except for maybe… Darres.

          No! Duzell told himself, stop it! You're a kyawl, not to mention a male one. You're here for one thing- to find Phelios, and kill him.

         

          But then… was it really his fault that Darres was just oh so… perfect? That strong build, large hands, and that very powerful… sword. And of course he was kind and nice. Hmm. If he had to be a mortal, it would definitely be Ishtar. That way, he could be with Darres like a normal person. Yet and still, he was Ishtar, wasn't he? Well, except for a few minor details…

          Duzell sat down on a garden bench, surrounded by blooming roses, twirling his black hair around a finger. Oh, he had it bad.

          'Lady Ishtar?' he heard a voice accompanied with footsteps. Darres. Oh great. Just what I need. Wait! It is just what I need. I am Ishtar, whatever I do now, the real Ishtar can deal with tomorrow. Hehehe…

          'Darres.' He said, getting up from the bench. Before any form of sense could stop him, Duzell found himself reaching an arm around Darres, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

          At first, Darres was a bit shocked at what he thought was his Lady's behavior; but then the soft, warm, inviting lips of hers just wouldn't let him stop.

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          Meanwhile, the real Lady Ishtar watched all this from her window. She had already woken when she felt the loss of Duzell's weight from the bed.

          'Oh shit,' she said to herself, pissed. 'Duzie, you've got a lot of explaining to do.

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