Crimson
Chapter 9:Truths
Marik finished pasting the picture to the inside back cover of the black journal. He'd brought it with him as a memento of Nox Castle ... he wanted to forget ... but he didn't ...
It was weird, how he only had one picture of his sister and him together. Come to think of it, it was the only picture they'd EVER taken ... Marik shrugged.
"I hate cameras."
He looked at the picture critically. His sister looked pretty, but he looked out of place, with his weird half-smile. Marik smiled as he remembered how Ishizu had to blackmail him into taking it.
"MARIK!!!! You're gonna be late!!!!"
Sure he was grounded for a year for spending a week away from home and not telling her, but it was all good. Or was it ...
'I can't lie ... I miss Bakura ... and the Morte Clan ... STOP! Marik pretend it was all a dream! A wonderful dream too ...'
He ran out, grabbing his backpack and kissing his sister on the cheek, "Bye Isis!"
"Bye Marik!"
At school he handed his vampire report in late. He knew it was all wrong. But it was too late to change it now. Besides ... his teachers wouldn't know the difference.
His math teacher rambled on and on about something or another thing ... Marik just didn't care ... then she called on him.
"Marik, number 11?"
Marik looked down at his book which was closed, "Uh ... what page are we on?"
The class laughed as he glared at them from the corner of his eye.
"It's on the board ..." the teacher said annoyed.
Marik looked up, but the numbers on the board didn't matter ... life didn't matter ... school, homework ... teachers didn't matter ...
Marik glared at his teacher. "I don't know!"
"You don't know? At least look at the problem ..."
"No. I don't care about this crap!"
He stood up and the class was silent.
"I'm leaving!"
He heard his teacher calling him back, but he didn't care, he'd had enough. He was walking as quick as possible, headed home, when he slammed into someone.
His books slipped out of his hands and onto the floor. "Aw FUCK!"
He bent down to pick them up and the person helped him. The person reached out a pale hand to pick up th black journal, but Marik snatched it away and looked up at the stranger who was helping him.
He had long black hair, black eyes, ang was wearing all black including sunglasses. Marik raised an eyebrow.
'Sun glasses? When there's no sun? Okay ...'
But Marik recognized him from somewhere as the stranger took off his glasses and held out his pale hand again.
"I'm new here." he said. "Perhaps you could show me around."
Marik shook his hand and the stranger didn't let go of him. "My name is Vladimir ... call me Vlad."
Then it happened.
Marik could see nothing but black. Then he was shaking his sister, she was obviously dead. His only family was dead. A tall man with long black hair and black eyes reached out his hand, "Come ... I'm here to help."Then he was on a bed, Vladimir told him to drink blood from a wound on his neck, he did as he was told. He felt his teeth moving ... growing ... his hands ... his nails ... his back hurt ....
Then he was thrown on the bed by Vladimir. Vlad moved on his and straddled his hips. "You're going to be mine ... I'm going to claim you ... in many ways ..." Then he punched Vlad and flew away.
Then he saw the slave.
Then he was kissing Bakura. Then Vlad came in the window. He growled and shot a cross at Bakura. Malik got in front and felt a sharp pain in his heart. Then he was on the floor on Bakura's lap. Bakura was cryong and telling him to hold on ...
"Please Malik ... be strong ... hold on ... don't die ..."
Then Malik felt himself dying and pulled Bakura close.
"Don't forget me ... Bakura ... although time may pass ... empires fall ... I will always be with you ... I will come back for you ... don't forget me ... Bakura ... Benhibik ..."
And Malik died in Bakura's arms.
Marik felt his chest tighten. Then with a sharp jolt he found himself on the floor gasping for breath. Vladimir raised an eyebrow, "Are you alright?"
Marik had dropped his book again. He snatched his journal and ran away.
'Got to get to Isis!!!'
He threw off his backpack and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He burst in the apartment and ran to Ishizu.
"C'MON C'MON!!! LET'S GO!!! WE HAVE TO GO!!!!!"
Ishizu grabbed her brother's hand. "Marik you're hands are freezing cold! I told you not to wear that skimpy lavender shirt today!"
Marik grabbed his sister, "WE HAVE TO GO NOW!!!! THERE'S VAMPIRES!!!!!"
Ishizu laughed, "Marik! There's no such thing as vampires ..."
Marik nodded trying to catch his breath, "There IS!!!"
Ishizu opened her mouth to say something when something flew in through the window.
Marik gasped, "VLAD!!! ISIS RUN!!!!"
Then Marik felt himself be thrown to the wall. He rubbed his head and looked up just in time to see Vlad grab his sister's head and turn it sharply to the left. Marik felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach as heard the sickening 'crack!' He felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dropped on him. He found he was holding his breath and let it out in a strangled sort of wimper. Then Vlad turned to him.
"Malik? I had to ... I did it once ... I couldn't let her live THIS time ... now you're mine ..."
Marik barely heard a word of this. But as his numb mind registered what was happening, he stood up just as the vampire lunged at him. Marik flung himself out of the way and ran to the door as Vlad crashed onto the wall.
Marik ran and ran, heading to who knew where, clutching his black journal. He slammed into someone and the book went flying. Someone grabbed his arms and held them behind his back. Another person was rubbing his crotch. Marik felt the sick hands touch him and he tried to twist away and he felt a mouth crushing his. His muffled cries could not be heard, except by one ... who was looking for him.
Marik felt him pants being unzipped and he tried to kick, but found someone was holding his legs as well. Then he looked up at the sky, wishing for someone to rescue him. Then he saw. Was it a bird, was it a plane? NO! It was Bakura! Marik tried to sit up but was held back by the disgusting hands. Bakura landed like a cat. He was wearing tight leather pants and a leather jacket. He was also wearing black sunglasses.
Bakura stood up from his crouching position. "Let him go!"
When he saw the rapists pay no attention to him, he calmly took off his glasses and placed them in their case, and placed THAT in his jacket. Marik meanwhile was screaming as his captors were finding his way to his cock.
Then he felt the two sickos being pulled off him. He saw as Bakura held them high above his head, they were hanging by their necks, and smash their heads together. Their brains splattered all over the place as Marik grabbed his journal and half-ran, half-crawled, stumbling and slipping, to Bakura who was calmly putting his glasses back on.
"KURA!!!!! HELP ME!!!"
Bakura saw tears fall from Marik's beautiful eyes. "PLEASE!!!!!! I'M ALL ALONE!!!!! PLEASE!!!! HELP ME!!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE!!!!"
Bakura felt Marik clawing at his leather pants. "Marik no ... you and I don't belong together ... we come from two different worlds ... I'm sorry. Anyway, you have your sister ..."
Marik threw himself at Bakura's neck, crying and clutching the journal to his chest. "ISIS!!! SHE'S DEAD!!!!"
That was the last thing Bakura heard before Marik fell limp to his outstreached arms, ready to catch the sixteen year old boy.
A/N: DO NOT KILL ME!!!! I'm SO SORRY Isis/Ishizu fans!!! I HAD to do it!!!!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!! And Shangida, SHUT UP! I did NOT do it for the sake of Seto/Serenity!!!! YUCK!!!! So yeah ...
"Ducks random stuff being thrown at her" SORRY!!!!! Please forgive me and read the next chapter ... it gets better I PROMISE!!!
R&R!!!!