Hello again! Why am I updating so quickly? Spring Vacation~! Oh yeah!
Although I have lots of stuff to do...I actually have homework, and not just
one minute assignments I mean I actually have a paper due...damn teachers!
*shakes fist* But other then that I decided to update...beats
homework...anyways, to the reviewers!
Osiris Lee: Yeah, I thought so too...it's a little too cliché but I still didn't like the first title...I dunno I might change it, but nobody else complained so far...I will if other's complain but I'm afraid to change it right now...don't ask why. As for the creator? You are correct! Have a cookie! *hands cookie*
Redconvey: *blush* you like it? I dunno...I really like your fic, it's so funny! I was laughing really hard when I read it and I think Bakura can be so nice...although he ruins the moment soon after...I feel sorry for the bunny...is he all alone? Have a carrot. *gives carrot*
Scarlet Oasis: Yeah, Shuichi being in drag didn't help me figure out if he was a boy or not...I think it's the whole pink hair thing. Yeah, some of the age old vampire stuff is in the fic, but some are just totally made up by me. I wanted to toy around with it. And you are right about your guess...it's the first one. I will never tell anybody about who the creator is in this fic at all, but most people already know, so eh! ^^
Jou: Aw...lacking inspiration? Here, have some! *gives mysterious box of inspiration* in it you will see the wonders of inspiration! Thanks!
Ryuujitsu: Yes, not to worry, I know that Anne Rice stuff is off limits...actually my fic is almost nothing like it! It's the concept of a vampire thing, but almost all stories have the same thing...I only made some up. I love Anne Rice and I'm not going to steal her story at all. My story is totally different, yes they travel, but they go nowhere the same place and it takes over a much large time span. Not to worry, this is nothing like Anne Rice's stuff. As for the book Children of the Night? Actually I've never even heard of that book, I'll have to look it up. It sounds good...a hot French vampire? What's not to like?! And about the whole, "better than sex" thing? Don't ask...it just kinda came out of nowhere. Glad to know you liked the death scene! And sorry about Malik kissing Bakura with no passion. Yeah, they have a really weird relationship...its sort of hard to understand for me as well...I'll try to develop it more deeply later. The vampires in this fic can only die by sun and that's it. Heh, don't worry I'll make sure that Bakura and Ryou stay safe...^_^
Last of the Shadows: Uh, thank you? What do you mean it's strange? Is that a good thing or bad thing? Sorry I'm really dense. Don't mind me...
Nekomoongirl: Thank you! And yes there will be a difference in the story later. You'll see!
Evil Chibi Malik: Oh, too bad...the uke stage has come and gone already...Kharue-sama was funny as a uke...oh well...*jumps around* Gravitation! Yay! *squeal* A Shuichi plushie! I love Shuichi's hair! It's so cute! And both Ryuichi and his bunny! I love it when he turns chibi! It's so cute! Sadly I don't have the manga ...*sigh* oh well...I can always wish ne? *gives sugar* can't have you on a sugar low now can I? Be happy and not sugar low! Thank you!
I'm trying to update as much as possible lately, but I still have lots of stuff to do...April is a bad month and so is May and June...actually once I get a life everything will be fine. _ anyways, on with the fic! And Ryou come out now!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura and mentions of blood. ***************************************************************** **************************** After my creator had left me I did the most practical thing, I looked for a place where I could sleep away from the sun as he had warned me. The sun was to rise soon and I had begun to feel its rays and for the first time I felt a primal fear rising in from me. I fled to the den where I kept my treasures from my steals. I barely made it and I understood why I had to leave the sun. As night fall came I drank my first meal and once more the blood coursed through my body. It was better than any wine, it was better than the feeling of stealing. It was addicting, to drink from my victims. Every night I awoke and every night I selected another victim to drink from and over time I began to understand what my creator had told me about having power that man could not. I was ten time stronger than any man, my ears grew sharp as a cats and my vision changed. Not only did it become sharper but I saw things I never did as a human. I saw the curve of the winds, the breathe of air, the grains of sand...it was vision beyond vision, but I soon grew used to it and no longer became enthralled by the moving shadows. Ryou on the other hand still stares at them.
Ryou...you're still wondering who he is right? I'll tell you how I made him, how he is today. My creator had said that a vampire may lead a life of solitude or not, it had been up to me. A lifetime that expands to forever becomes dull when there is no one else by your side. I wanted a companion. So I looked for one, I looked for someone who would make the perfect vampire for me. All those who lived in Egypt grew too boring for my taste so I traveled to a land that was called Roma back then but now known as Italy. The people there were so different! So exotic! They had pale skin that was darker then mine but still they had lovely hair that was of pale flaxen colors or a light auburn and it fascinated me. They spoke a different language, a language that is now dead amongst you. It was a new world to me, but alas there still was no one for me in Roma. The people there were too vile, too coarse. They killed for fun, they were corrupt and those who were wealthy were always rolling around in their own money and fat. As exotic as they may have been they also disgusted me. I traveled more. I still needed to find a companion.
I went to the far lands of the Celts and there I found a tribe of wild people who worshipped nature and held ceremonies in the dark of the night. In white robes they would dance and chant in strange tongues and they would prophesize things by sacrifices and patterns in the ground. They were enchanting people once you got past the human sacrifices. Exotic and mysterious. They were feral and wild but they were beautiful. It was a sight to see them dance about in their white robes and sing out in praise to strange gods. I was watching one of their many ceremonies when I saw a creature of beauty. He was dancing by the fire with skin pale as the moon above and eyes of the clearest emerald green. Lines of paint were drawn around his eyes and designs circled his arms. Wild hair of a silvery shade was twisted as he turned his head every which way. Such a fiery spirit, so free. The white robes around him wrapped around his body and he seemed to float as his feet disappeared every time he made a leap. To you he was Ryou, but that was not his real name. Back then he was the son of the head priest and a name I can't pronounce to this day. He spoke an entirely different tongue and that only added to the appeal. I wanted him.
That night as all in his tribe were asleep he was out taking a walk and it was then I closed up upon him. He was even more beautiful up close and before he could even see me I drank from him. His blood filled my body with delicious warmth I felt only when I fed, the warmth of those alive. I drank from him and I drank until he was just before death as I had been. I looked at him and as he lay there, green eyes clouded over and pale silken hair framed by the lush grass he looked ethereal. Letting my fingers softly touch his still warm cheek I bent close to his ear and whispered some of the few Latin words I had picked up.
"Vita, mort?"
For those of you who don't know, the Romans as you call them today had occupied a large kingdom, they had battled with the Celts before and my soon to be companion's tribe had moved away from their forest nearest to Roma, persecuted for their sacrifices and false worship of Gods. Most of all the Romans were afraid of them.
"Vita"
Of course he chose life over death...it is the choice of all mortals who are to die. Death is something they do not wish to taste and they will do anything to live. So I offered him my wrist which I had slashed and from there he drank. I could feel those small fingers of his grasping my wrist closer to him. I could feel the same mind numbing euphoria running through his body. I felt my mind close upon his and the only thought that ran through it was 'more!'
It was then his body began to die. He stopped drinking and began to breathe in gasps, mouth opening wide as he screamed into the night. Those red stained lips alluring. He began to writhe on the grass, tearing the grass as he tried to hold onto something solid and real, anything through the pain. I took him in my arms and it was then he gave a great gasp and looked up at me, emerald eyes wide with dilated pupils. I whispered to him the same advice my creator told me.
"Aspicere luna"
As his gasps slowly grew into soft pants and his eyes were trained on the moon he slowly stopped his pants and drew in a long deep breathe. As if opening his eyes for the first time he looked at me. I stared back at those eyes; they were somehow enhanced so the deep emerald in them seemed to be reflected and somehow much more crystalline than before. It was like looking into a glacier, beautiful and clear yet the core is still veiled and secretive. That was what I saw in those eyes of his. He touched his lips and in the glinting moon light I saw his new teeth, sharpened to perfection. Skin pale as mine, ivory and cream and silvery hair that flowed down to his shoulders, curling endearingly at the edges so they barely caressed the pale icy skin.
"Vespertilio"
He stated it rather than asking a question...he knew what he was and judging by the lack of reaction he didn't care. Taking his hand in mind and savoring the last traces of human warmth left in him we walked. Where to and for how long I didn't know. We took shelter in an underground dug out that Ryou had pointed out and there we lay together in embrace and slept.
As the moon arose again I took Ryou out for the first kill and together we hunted for a victim. To watch him kill was like watching a bird fly with grace. He did it so elegantly. Sharp teeth sank into warm flesh and he drank quickly, eyes wide and indifferent as he listened to the breath of his victim become shallower by the swallow. Those small fingers gripped the neck with bruising force and when the body was growing cold I drew him away. He stared at me as if to beg for more and he stared at the dead body. Slowly he crept over and knelt by close, touching the dead man's face with delicate touches. Then with a hiss he flung the lifeless body over the cliff, letting it tumble to the tumultuous waves at the ocean below. He was no gentle being, he has the spirit of his tribe within him and even to this day it carries out. He has a fierce fire that makes him turn savage at times and when you see that fire spark in his eyes I suggest you start running mortal...although you won't get very far...
Together we left the land of the Celts and we once more made our way to Egypt, the land of my birth. It was rather on Ryou's insistence that we go there...he wanted to see the pyramids and reach the skies. It had taken us less than a week length to understand one another's languages. It seems that a vampire had a knack of picking up things quickly. It took us less than a week to steal our first kiss. We loved each other as human's claim they do. A vampire's love is something so pure and strong that no matter what happened to the other, they would always be together whether it be in death of eternal life. A vampire loves another not by their heart, for it is something that changes directions often, but rather by their very essence. They love with their whole being and nothing more. My love for Ryou was a love for myself. We were two immortal beings together for eternity.
Ryou was a vampire of very different nature to mine. He was silent, cold, wild, free, savage. To Ryou speaking was a waste of time, the one thing we would always have. To him being silent told you everything you needed to know. But with his silence came his cold side. It was not his attitude towards me, but to others. It is amazing how the eye changes in nature so often. One minute you could be looking at his warm emerald eyes only to see it turn icy enough to freeze the desert sands the next. There was a quiet strength in him that although stayed buried, it could be felt by those near him and it made everyone turn their head and look at the quiet creature and wonder what he was hiding. His wild and free nature came from his Celtic nature and with it also came his savage side. He was cruel and cold and merciless but at the same time caring, intellectual, gentle. He was a paradox in himself and puzzle in a puzzle, but that was what made him Ryou. It was those large emerald orbs and delicate white fingers, a perfect statue of beauty trapped within time and he is all mine. ***************************************************************** ********************************* Done! It was a bit longer than the first one and it got more into Ryou. I hope you liked it, I thought it was okay...it could have been better. I hope you understand why Ryou is a bit wild...and the Celts were also known as Druids...or at least I think it is...correct me if I'm wrong. And all those Latin phrases? Look down. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter; I'll try to update soon, please read and review! Ja ne until the next chapter! ^_^
Translation:
"Vita, mort?": life, death
"Aspicere luna": look at the moon (literally)
"Vespertilio": vampire
Osiris Lee: Yeah, I thought so too...it's a little too cliché but I still didn't like the first title...I dunno I might change it, but nobody else complained so far...I will if other's complain but I'm afraid to change it right now...don't ask why. As for the creator? You are correct! Have a cookie! *hands cookie*
Redconvey: *blush* you like it? I dunno...I really like your fic, it's so funny! I was laughing really hard when I read it and I think Bakura can be so nice...although he ruins the moment soon after...I feel sorry for the bunny...is he all alone? Have a carrot. *gives carrot*
Scarlet Oasis: Yeah, Shuichi being in drag didn't help me figure out if he was a boy or not...I think it's the whole pink hair thing. Yeah, some of the age old vampire stuff is in the fic, but some are just totally made up by me. I wanted to toy around with it. And you are right about your guess...it's the first one. I will never tell anybody about who the creator is in this fic at all, but most people already know, so eh! ^^
Jou: Aw...lacking inspiration? Here, have some! *gives mysterious box of inspiration* in it you will see the wonders of inspiration! Thanks!
Ryuujitsu: Yes, not to worry, I know that Anne Rice stuff is off limits...actually my fic is almost nothing like it! It's the concept of a vampire thing, but almost all stories have the same thing...I only made some up. I love Anne Rice and I'm not going to steal her story at all. My story is totally different, yes they travel, but they go nowhere the same place and it takes over a much large time span. Not to worry, this is nothing like Anne Rice's stuff. As for the book Children of the Night? Actually I've never even heard of that book, I'll have to look it up. It sounds good...a hot French vampire? What's not to like?! And about the whole, "better than sex" thing? Don't ask...it just kinda came out of nowhere. Glad to know you liked the death scene! And sorry about Malik kissing Bakura with no passion. Yeah, they have a really weird relationship...its sort of hard to understand for me as well...I'll try to develop it more deeply later. The vampires in this fic can only die by sun and that's it. Heh, don't worry I'll make sure that Bakura and Ryou stay safe...^_^
Last of the Shadows: Uh, thank you? What do you mean it's strange? Is that a good thing or bad thing? Sorry I'm really dense. Don't mind me...
Nekomoongirl: Thank you! And yes there will be a difference in the story later. You'll see!
Evil Chibi Malik: Oh, too bad...the uke stage has come and gone already...Kharue-sama was funny as a uke...oh well...*jumps around* Gravitation! Yay! *squeal* A Shuichi plushie! I love Shuichi's hair! It's so cute! And both Ryuichi and his bunny! I love it when he turns chibi! It's so cute! Sadly I don't have the manga ...*sigh* oh well...I can always wish ne? *gives sugar* can't have you on a sugar low now can I? Be happy and not sugar low! Thank you!
I'm trying to update as much as possible lately, but I still have lots of stuff to do...April is a bad month and so is May and June...actually once I get a life everything will be fine. _ anyways, on with the fic! And Ryou come out now!
Warning: Yaoi between Ryou and Bakura and mentions of blood. ***************************************************************** **************************** After my creator had left me I did the most practical thing, I looked for a place where I could sleep away from the sun as he had warned me. The sun was to rise soon and I had begun to feel its rays and for the first time I felt a primal fear rising in from me. I fled to the den where I kept my treasures from my steals. I barely made it and I understood why I had to leave the sun. As night fall came I drank my first meal and once more the blood coursed through my body. It was better than any wine, it was better than the feeling of stealing. It was addicting, to drink from my victims. Every night I awoke and every night I selected another victim to drink from and over time I began to understand what my creator had told me about having power that man could not. I was ten time stronger than any man, my ears grew sharp as a cats and my vision changed. Not only did it become sharper but I saw things I never did as a human. I saw the curve of the winds, the breathe of air, the grains of sand...it was vision beyond vision, but I soon grew used to it and no longer became enthralled by the moving shadows. Ryou on the other hand still stares at them.
Ryou...you're still wondering who he is right? I'll tell you how I made him, how he is today. My creator had said that a vampire may lead a life of solitude or not, it had been up to me. A lifetime that expands to forever becomes dull when there is no one else by your side. I wanted a companion. So I looked for one, I looked for someone who would make the perfect vampire for me. All those who lived in Egypt grew too boring for my taste so I traveled to a land that was called Roma back then but now known as Italy. The people there were so different! So exotic! They had pale skin that was darker then mine but still they had lovely hair that was of pale flaxen colors or a light auburn and it fascinated me. They spoke a different language, a language that is now dead amongst you. It was a new world to me, but alas there still was no one for me in Roma. The people there were too vile, too coarse. They killed for fun, they were corrupt and those who were wealthy were always rolling around in their own money and fat. As exotic as they may have been they also disgusted me. I traveled more. I still needed to find a companion.
I went to the far lands of the Celts and there I found a tribe of wild people who worshipped nature and held ceremonies in the dark of the night. In white robes they would dance and chant in strange tongues and they would prophesize things by sacrifices and patterns in the ground. They were enchanting people once you got past the human sacrifices. Exotic and mysterious. They were feral and wild but they were beautiful. It was a sight to see them dance about in their white robes and sing out in praise to strange gods. I was watching one of their many ceremonies when I saw a creature of beauty. He was dancing by the fire with skin pale as the moon above and eyes of the clearest emerald green. Lines of paint were drawn around his eyes and designs circled his arms. Wild hair of a silvery shade was twisted as he turned his head every which way. Such a fiery spirit, so free. The white robes around him wrapped around his body and he seemed to float as his feet disappeared every time he made a leap. To you he was Ryou, but that was not his real name. Back then he was the son of the head priest and a name I can't pronounce to this day. He spoke an entirely different tongue and that only added to the appeal. I wanted him.
That night as all in his tribe were asleep he was out taking a walk and it was then I closed up upon him. He was even more beautiful up close and before he could even see me I drank from him. His blood filled my body with delicious warmth I felt only when I fed, the warmth of those alive. I drank from him and I drank until he was just before death as I had been. I looked at him and as he lay there, green eyes clouded over and pale silken hair framed by the lush grass he looked ethereal. Letting my fingers softly touch his still warm cheek I bent close to his ear and whispered some of the few Latin words I had picked up.
"Vita, mort?"
For those of you who don't know, the Romans as you call them today had occupied a large kingdom, they had battled with the Celts before and my soon to be companion's tribe had moved away from their forest nearest to Roma, persecuted for their sacrifices and false worship of Gods. Most of all the Romans were afraid of them.
"Vita"
Of course he chose life over death...it is the choice of all mortals who are to die. Death is something they do not wish to taste and they will do anything to live. So I offered him my wrist which I had slashed and from there he drank. I could feel those small fingers of his grasping my wrist closer to him. I could feel the same mind numbing euphoria running through his body. I felt my mind close upon his and the only thought that ran through it was 'more!'
It was then his body began to die. He stopped drinking and began to breathe in gasps, mouth opening wide as he screamed into the night. Those red stained lips alluring. He began to writhe on the grass, tearing the grass as he tried to hold onto something solid and real, anything through the pain. I took him in my arms and it was then he gave a great gasp and looked up at me, emerald eyes wide with dilated pupils. I whispered to him the same advice my creator told me.
"Aspicere luna"
As his gasps slowly grew into soft pants and his eyes were trained on the moon he slowly stopped his pants and drew in a long deep breathe. As if opening his eyes for the first time he looked at me. I stared back at those eyes; they were somehow enhanced so the deep emerald in them seemed to be reflected and somehow much more crystalline than before. It was like looking into a glacier, beautiful and clear yet the core is still veiled and secretive. That was what I saw in those eyes of his. He touched his lips and in the glinting moon light I saw his new teeth, sharpened to perfection. Skin pale as mine, ivory and cream and silvery hair that flowed down to his shoulders, curling endearingly at the edges so they barely caressed the pale icy skin.
"Vespertilio"
He stated it rather than asking a question...he knew what he was and judging by the lack of reaction he didn't care. Taking his hand in mind and savoring the last traces of human warmth left in him we walked. Where to and for how long I didn't know. We took shelter in an underground dug out that Ryou had pointed out and there we lay together in embrace and slept.
As the moon arose again I took Ryou out for the first kill and together we hunted for a victim. To watch him kill was like watching a bird fly with grace. He did it so elegantly. Sharp teeth sank into warm flesh and he drank quickly, eyes wide and indifferent as he listened to the breath of his victim become shallower by the swallow. Those small fingers gripped the neck with bruising force and when the body was growing cold I drew him away. He stared at me as if to beg for more and he stared at the dead body. Slowly he crept over and knelt by close, touching the dead man's face with delicate touches. Then with a hiss he flung the lifeless body over the cliff, letting it tumble to the tumultuous waves at the ocean below. He was no gentle being, he has the spirit of his tribe within him and even to this day it carries out. He has a fierce fire that makes him turn savage at times and when you see that fire spark in his eyes I suggest you start running mortal...although you won't get very far...
Together we left the land of the Celts and we once more made our way to Egypt, the land of my birth. It was rather on Ryou's insistence that we go there...he wanted to see the pyramids and reach the skies. It had taken us less than a week length to understand one another's languages. It seems that a vampire had a knack of picking up things quickly. It took us less than a week to steal our first kiss. We loved each other as human's claim they do. A vampire's love is something so pure and strong that no matter what happened to the other, they would always be together whether it be in death of eternal life. A vampire loves another not by their heart, for it is something that changes directions often, but rather by their very essence. They love with their whole being and nothing more. My love for Ryou was a love for myself. We were two immortal beings together for eternity.
Ryou was a vampire of very different nature to mine. He was silent, cold, wild, free, savage. To Ryou speaking was a waste of time, the one thing we would always have. To him being silent told you everything you needed to know. But with his silence came his cold side. It was not his attitude towards me, but to others. It is amazing how the eye changes in nature so often. One minute you could be looking at his warm emerald eyes only to see it turn icy enough to freeze the desert sands the next. There was a quiet strength in him that although stayed buried, it could be felt by those near him and it made everyone turn their head and look at the quiet creature and wonder what he was hiding. His wild and free nature came from his Celtic nature and with it also came his savage side. He was cruel and cold and merciless but at the same time caring, intellectual, gentle. He was a paradox in himself and puzzle in a puzzle, but that was what made him Ryou. It was those large emerald orbs and delicate white fingers, a perfect statue of beauty trapped within time and he is all mine. ***************************************************************** ********************************* Done! It was a bit longer than the first one and it got more into Ryou. I hope you liked it, I thought it was okay...it could have been better. I hope you understand why Ryou is a bit wild...and the Celts were also known as Druids...or at least I think it is...correct me if I'm wrong. And all those Latin phrases? Look down. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter; I'll try to update soon, please read and review! Ja ne until the next chapter! ^_^
Translation:
"Vita, mort?": life, death
"Aspicere luna": look at the moon (literally)
"Vespertilio": vampire