BL: well, here's a new fic that I'm starting.
Bakura: reading summary cool, I'm a vamp!
BL: yep! Okay, this will be a fatal attempt at a romance/angst/supernatural story, so please bear with me!
Ryou: okay, well, I'm going to tell you right now, that Bakuralover-2008 does not, and will never own YuGiOh.
BL: Oh, and if people just ran into this now, and didn't actually read the summary, this is an AU, where Bakura is a vampire and such. It's going to be in all Bakura's POV, unless I make a note that the POV is changing. Don't be mad if Bakura seems a little OOC also. Oh, and it is also going to be a yaoi. This means I don't want any people flaming me, just to tell me how much they hate yaoi.
Bakura: well, on with the fic, I guess.
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A Light in Darkness
Chapter 1 – The Vampire without Wings
I stood there, hovering over my victim's now lifeless body. Two marks lay embedded in her neck. Crimson blood dripped down my face, and I devilishly licked my lips to make sure none of the precious liquid was wasted. I laughed evilly. These humans are getting more and more easy to kill by each passing night. Now to return to Marik. I thought this to myself silently.
Stepping out of the door and onto the human's front steps, I looked carefully into the night sky. My eyes narrowed. Clouds covered the moon and the stars. Rain was approaching quickly. I could feel its moisture tickle my spine, and I shivered. To a vampire, rain is almost like acid, most of us would never survive a small drizzle. I was lucky that I could sense rainfalls myself. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how I would be able to survive.
I ran out into the streets, cursing at myself for not have evolved (as we called it) by know. This would be so much easier if I had my damn wings. I remembered only one other vampire that had not grown wings by this age, and that was Yami. Ah, Yami, now there was the definition of a strong and gracious vampire. Marik was fond of him, just like he is towards me. It's a real shame that he had to die like that. Oh yes, Yami died a while ago, when he misjudged a rainfall that was closing in. It became a downpour, and Yami died from the acid rain. Why had he been that reckless is beyond my judgment.
I could practically smell the rain coming in. Running just slightly faster, I began to think if I was perhaps, a little similar to Yami, because of the fact that I had not grown my wings yet. Will I ever grow them? Shaking my head violently, that question was immediately tossed out of my mind. Of course I will. If Yami were still alive, he would probably have his wings by now as well. I finished the argument with myself like that, and continued to run, trying desperately to beat out the rain before it came crashing to the ground.
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"Bakura, you have returned!" Marik was the first to greet me when I entered the dark vampire's lair. I looked around. Everyone was always back way before me from their nightly raid. Panting, I respectfully bowed before Marik, our leader and practically our lord, who took me aside.
"You seem to be getting much faster with these nightly raids, considering you don't have your wings yet," he told me. I nodded, but was still panting heavily. It was not a short run, from the human's community to ours. But, how would any of them know that. All they had to do was fly back. That took so much less energy than running did. Inside I was filled with jealously towards every single one of them. Marik knew that, and he laughed heartily. I looked at him, half of me wanting to curse him for thinking he can understand, and the other half wanting to laugh as well, happy that he was trying to cheer me up. So, I just stood there, staring at him.
"Do not worry my friend. Your time will come soon enough," he said, before leaving me standing there alone to think about it. Sighing, I walked to my own corridors. Lying down, I stared into space and thought about, well, many things. Was Yami truly that reckless that he would misjudge a rainfall of that magnitude? Surely even the least talented of all us vampires would be able to have sensed that downpour before it was even close to us. Would he just toss his very being in oblivion like that?
"No, Yami must have done something that made him go out into that rainfall. He wouldn't just carelessly throw his precious life away like that." I spoke out to myself. For some reason, I had been thinking about his death a lot lately. Sure, I mean, I didn't really talk to him that much, but he was a leader to all us vampires, except for perhaps Marik. But, even Marik had always liked Yami, perhaps Yami was even his favorite, I will never know. And, well, Yami died a while ago, his death wasn't recent. Why am I suddenly thinking about this now?
Sitting up, I looked out the window. The rain had begun to fall. I watched the melted crystals of ice drop to the pavement and crash, as though falling apart, only to create tiny puddles. Everything was as though it was in some sort of a slow-motion movement. Sometimes, I just wanted to know what it felt like to just let the rain fall upon you, and to not die or be hurt from it. Like, well let's just say, humans are able to do.
Sometimes, I wished that I was human. Although they aren't as strong as us, they have so many more luxuries, and less to worry about. Like the rain, they could just sit outside all day in the rain, and nothing would happen to them. I couldn't stand it. They didn't have to hide from the sunlight, and from people like we did. Why did they get so much comfort, while we had to stay in hiding from everything?
I closed the curtains violently. I didn't want to think about it, I didn't want to think about anything. I just wanted my mind to be totally blank right now, to have nothing to worry or think about. Lying back down, I shut my eyes tight, trying to push everything I was thinking about out of my head. Soon, I fell into a deep sleep.
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Cold. That's all I could feel. The warmth from my body had completely vanished from me. I stood, shivering, and looked out into the distance. I couldn't see anything. Darkness covered my vision. I staggered, unable to walk straight. I fell onto the floor hard, and seemed to just stay there, helpless, almost like a wounded dog.
I couldn't move; I didn't wish to move. I just wanted to sit there, hopeless. I hadn't a care in the world about what was out there in the darkness. It was bitter and cold, and although I didn't want it to stay like that, I just didn't move.
Then, I saw a light, a light that was so bright that it seemed to guide me. I stood, still staggering, to get a closer look at this light I found. The source of this light was…a boy. A human boy. Unable to get a good look at him, I tried calling out, but no sounds were produced. I started to run, but as I kept running, the light seemed to get farther and father away. I didn't want it to get farther away, so I started to run faster and faster. But, the light just seemed to get father and father. It seemed as though all I wanted was to reach this light, and that boy. When he turned around, all I could see of him were a pair of kind chocolate-brown eyes. Eyes that would seem to haunt me forever…
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I awoke from my slumber, shaking terribly. I could still feel the coldness of that dream. I could still picture those eyes. They seemed to call out to me, in a kind, almost loving way. But…who was that boy? Memories of the dream and the mysterious boy flashed throughout my mind rapidly. Where did this come from?
"That boy…" The brown-eyed boy was still fixed in my mind. That light emanating from him, that was not ordinary light. I was drawn to it; I was drawn to that boy…but…why? I was lost in my own thoughts.
"Bakura, Marik requests your presence down in the main room." I heard someone say to me after they had opened my door. Still shaking a little, I stood and walked towards where Marik was. However, my mind was not fixed on what Marik wanted, but more of the boy in my dream. Who was he?
"Bakura, I wish to ask you something," he said as he saw me walking slowly towards him. It took me a while to respond, for I was not fully paying attention to what he had said.
"What is it?" I then asked, confused at what he had said to me. It wasn't very often that Marik would come to anyone, especially me, for help over something. Usually, he would just get it done himself. He looked into my eyes and slapped a detailed map of the human's community down onto the carved wooden desk.
"I want you to go on a certain killing for me," he said, as I scanned the piece of paper on the table.
"Sure, who is it?" I looked up at him, and he pointed down at the map at a certain house, one of the farthest away from here.
"I want you to kill a boy known as Ryou. He lives here, and the rain has passed, so I would like you to go as soon as possible. No others are going on a raid tonight, just you on this special mission for me," he explained to me. But, this left me even more confused than before. Why was he asking me to go kill this boy? And why were no others going on a raid that night?
"Why do you want this boy dead so badly?" I questioned. He turned and sighed, staring out of the windows and into the sky.
"This boy may be a danger to all of us. I have already attempted to go and destroy him, but for some reason, I can hardly get near his house. I might know why, but I'm not entirely sure. I came to you because I know that you perhaps might be able to get past this barrier that I can't, for reasons even I don't know. It's just a feeling I have." He told me. I nodded slowly, and picked up the map.
"I will go now. The night has just fallen, and it is a long run from there to back here." I said. Marik nodded, and opened the doors for me. I stepped out.
"Bakura, thank you. Oh, and take extra precaution with this boy. He is not a regular human" He exclaimed. I nodded, and he shut the big wooden doors before him, and I started out on this 'mission' of his.
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As I ran, I wondered what was so special about this human that Marik could not get past. Perhaps it is just that Marik is losing his touch, and because of that, he asked me to go instead? No, that can't be it; Marik has always been the most successful out of all of us during raids and killings. Even more so than Yami was. And why isn't anyone going on a raid tonight? These questions were puzzles to me. I was unable to figure them out, and it was practically eating me away.
After a while of running, I came to the house. It didn't seem like anything special. Just a regular human's house. I didn't feel anything pushing me away. Why did Marik? Shrugging to myself, I picked the golden lock and opened the door silently. I could smell the boy's scent, and I followed it upstairs. There was a hallway, and the scent led me to the right room. Opening that particular door, I saw the boy standing there, as if he was waiting for me to come all along. He turned around and looked at me straight in the eyes, smiling. Why is he smiling? Shouldn't he be screaming for his life about now?
"Hello, I've been expecting you to show up," he said. I got lost as I stared into those eyes. They seemed familiar. Then, it clicked. Those were the same chocolate-brown eyes that seemed to haunt me in my dream. I stood there, trying my hardest to tear my gaze away from those haunting eyes. But, I couldn't. I just stood there, staring into them for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, words came spilling out of my lips.
"Who are you?"
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BL: well, there's the first chapter. And I know that Bakura and Marik seem OOC, sorry about that!
Bakura: wow, this is weird.
BL: Oh well. Oh, and please remember to review!