Crimson

Chapter 6:Bakura's Tower

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After the girls finished their dance, two vampire servants brought out a small girl, about nine years old. Marik watched with wide eyes as they chained her to the wall. She wore nothing but rags. One vampire raked his nails down her chest and slashed her. Her blood spilled out, onto the floor. The servants caught it and served it to the clan in tall glasses.

Marik looked away.

'How can they do that! She's just a girl ... a SMALL girl! These vampires ... they see humans as ... nothing ... as food, as prey, as ... cattle, as ... ARGH! I can't stand it!'

Marik stood up and left the dining room as a vampire leaned in to bite the girl. Bakura followed and motioned the others to continue without him.

Marik was leaning against a wall, his eyes closed. Bakura took this opportunity to grab him and bite his neck. Marik gasped and opened his mouth to yell for help, but Bakura covered his mouth.

"Shut up! It's me!"

Marik looked a bit relieved. "Whaddaya want?"

"I noticed you were a bit uncomfortable in there ..."

Marik rolled his eyes, "You were eating PEOPLE! DUH! Ofcourse I'm 'uncomfortable'!"

Bakura laughed, "Fine ... don't go back in there ..."

Marik sighed, "This place is so big ... and there's like, nothing to do!"

Bakura raised an eyebrow, "Come, I want to show you something."

"Show me what?"

"You'll see ... gimme your hand."

Marik hesitated.

"Don't worry, my hands don't bite! It's my mouth you've got to watch out for," Bakura said with a smile.

Marik smiled and took his hand. The walked to the far end of the hall and Bakura pushed on a section of the wall. A door opened, revealing a long coiling staircase. They climbed to the top where there was a wall covered with ivy. He pulled on a strand and the door opened.

"Ripping all the ivy off works too," he told Marik smiling. They were in Bakura's private tower. There were books everywhere. It was really dusty and Marik saw a book that caught his eye. It was a black, leather bound book that looked like a journal.

Then he noticed the portraits on two of the walls.

They were in horizontal rows. On one side Marik saw the vampires he'd seen in the dining room, on the other he didn't recognize any except a guy with black hair and black eyes He was wearing a white shirt that was unbuttoned.

"Who is that guy with the black hair and eyes?"

Bakura looked at the portrait with hatred, "Don't you know?"

Marik shook his head.

"That asshole ... that's Vladimir ..."

Marik raised an eyebrow, "He doesn't look tough."

Bakura smiled, "He is ... that's what I want to show you. This ..." He pointed to the side with the vampires Marik had just seen in the other room, "That's my clan, the Morte Clan. Vladimir's clan is ... the Dracul Clan ... isn't he original?"

Marik smiled, "We'll beat him."

"We?"

"Yeah! I'm gonna help too!"

"But you're ... a ... you're too ..."

"I'm a mortal? Is that what you're trying to say?"

Bakura looked away. "Perhaps .."

"I see ..."

"I'm not saying you're weak ... just ... you shouldn't risk it .."

"Hmmph."

"Oh fine ... risk your neck in battle with a full grown vampire who was in love with Malik. Get raped AND killed!"

Marik rolled his eyes, "Whatever!"

Bakura sighed, "Anyway ... I just wanted to show you what we're up against."

Marik nodded, "Alright ... I see they have a girl in their clan thing."

"Yes, Vlad's wife. She's the right bitch!"

Marik laughed, "I'll bet."

"So, you said you were bored?"

"Yep, this place is so big ... but there's not much to do ..."

Bakura miled, "Tommorow I'll show you the grounds of this castle ... you can go out any time you wish ... just be careful ..."

Marik nodded, "Yes ... don't worry ..."

Bakura nodded, "I have to get back to the guys ... you can stay here if you so desire ..."

"I will ..."

Marik was curious to see what was in the black book ... little did he know ... it wasn't a good idea to look ...

A/N:I KNW!!! SO SHORT!!! SRY!!!! R&R PWEEZE!!!