HALF A SOUL
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, Blade, the movie Vampires, or anything else that this story may seem to have, and any song as well.
SORRY FANS THAT I COULD NOT GET THIS UP A WHILE AGO, I WENT CAMPING ON THURSDAY WHEN I WOULD HAVE POSTED IT, BUT I GOT PICKED UP EARLY AND DID NOT GET HOME TILL SUNDAY, THEN MY BROTHER STOLE THE COMPUTER. SORRY.
CHAPTER THREE
He had been staring out from this same balcony at the city of Aldahem in the night for a year now, from the same room, from the same stone castle that was invisible to all who did not know where it was. The stone was always bitter cold under his hands, which were no warmer, and his crimson eyes always had the same distant look to them.
Nearly every night he was in Aldahem at the nightclubs either singing, finding an easy prey, or doing an errand for Valick. Either way two vampires were always with him making sure that he did not run off. Valick knew that he would if he did not have an escort, or was not being watched by those particular vampires, it had happened before.
His father had been right, the night that Valick took him away he had fought all through the night, fought through the pain and fought for control. Restraints had kept him pinned to the bed and Valick and a female vampire named Scarlet kept their hands upon him the whole time. In the end Valick had growled with anger when he had woke the next night with more than half of his soul still within his body. He often chuckled at the memory of Valick storming out of the room like a child having a temper tantrum.
The stars above glistened silver as he stared up at them with cold eyes. The memory of that night was clear in his mind, it was a year to the day upon this night; at this hour he would have been running back home only to get caught. Growling he clenched his hands into fists till his knuckles turned impossibly white, his eyes were closed as he held back tears of rage. Valick had made his life a living hell and did anything possible to keep him from fulfilling the prophecy.
"Yami," snapped a voice from behind him, spinning around Yami glared heavily at the familiar white haired vampire. The vampire chuckled and ran his hand over his scar (a habit Yami was quite used to) before striding towards the railing, "come along yah little brat, we have some feasting to do at the millennium club". Yami grunted in response and reluctantly followed the vampire who's long hair was the colour of the snow that could only be seen in the mountains many months travel to the north lay in a mess of knots just past his shoulders.
Entering into his chambers Yami stepped behind a wooden screen before beginning to change out of his simple silk tunic. Bakura, the vampire sat lazily upon the couch, slouched with his feet apart he showed that he had not a care in the world if a young pretty maiden decided to crawl over to him, nor a handsome man.
Black leather pants were pulled on along with two belts, one to hold the very low cut pants on, the other slanted diagonally for show. A red leather shirt was pulled on as well as solid gold armbands on his upper arm and ones that interlocked and went from just below his elbow to just above his wrists. Turning he reached down and grabbed a leather choker collar in the design of a belt, he paused when he saw the mirror in front of him. Timidly he ran his hand over the scar, it still stung at times strangely enough and he did what ever he could to hide it, other vampires would be able to sense that it was his weakness and would take immediate advantage.
Strapping the collar on he ran his hand through his spiky locks and admired his appearance for a moment. A year ago when he looked into the mirror he would see a boy who looked to be a twelve-year-old child, wide-eyed and innocent with little bodily muscle. And now his skin was the colour of polished bronze and ran smoothly over perfectly tones muscles. His eyes had slanted and were now narrow and gave him a confident appearance.
His hair had changed a little, he no longer wore a bandana over it and it was no longer flattened to his scalp. No it spiked up perfectly, the ebony colour glowed and highlighted the crimson dyed tips. His bangs that framed his face were the colour of beaten gold and made his eyes twinkle with a beauty like no other. The shade of his eyes had changed though, they were no longer amethyst in shade, but instead mimicked the colour of freshly brewed red wine or blood as it seeped from the wound on a victims neck. Valick had always adored them.
Shaking his head he sighed, yes over the last year he had grown from a runt into an extremely attractive young man, but he at times wished he were not so irresistible. Many female and male vampires alike preferred him over most and he had to watch how he walked and what he said when he was in the nightclubs. One vampire in particular liked him the most, Scarlet, she was Valick's best friend in a sense at night and she was chosen to be the next Queen of Vampires, unfortunately for Yami, Valick had picked him to be the next king.
"Come on brat, lets get a move on, I'm hungry," snapped Bakura. Rolling his eyes Yami grabbed a leather jacket, which was long in the back and dragged slightly upon the floor and pulled on a pair of leather boots that went half way up his knees he strode out from behind the screen. Blinking he glared heatedly at Bakura, "patience is a virtue you know," he snapped. Bakura chuckled, "I know, but it's a virtue I am lacking off, now lets move Frost is waiting for us downstairs".
Silently Yami glided alongside Bakura as he left his chambers and out into a balcony like hallway, one area was open to the festivities below. Couches were well occupied and erotic techno music was blaring loudly. Finding the stairs close by the two strided down them and saw Frost, a pale skinned vampire with a toned body and charcoal hair, standing with his arms crossed by the doorway. Yami received several looks as he strode down, but he ignored them and stopped stiffly in front of Frost.
"Well, lets get the party started eh," stated Frost, "follow me ladies". Bakura chuckled and patted his friends back while Yami rolled his eyes and pulled open the double mahogany doors and strode out into the night air.
His boots made a heavy thud upon the ground as he strode onto the paved streets of Aldahem, glancing back he watched as the castle slowly disappeared behind them making it seem as if nothing was there but trees and open sky. Blinking he sighed and turned his gaze back to the streets.
Many of the buildings were designed like they had been in his village with white stone and painted designs along the tops. While others were of wood, and some of glass and steel. Skyscrapers towered over them from the centre of the city on a large flat surfaced hill, that was where all the high classed scientific research, wealthy companies, and very rich people lived and placed their mansions. Around it was open grass area, it kept the wealth away from the dirt and filth of the quiet streets by about three blocks.
He sighed in wonder, is that where his Aunt and Uncle lived, was that where the ministry was, or was there an area outside of the city that was meant for the slayers? He could only imagine.
Suddenly he heard a door being pushed open and Bakura roughly grasped his arms and pulled him in. Immediately erotic music, sexual activities, dancing, and drinking surrounded him and enveloped his every sense.
Never had he enjoyed seeing other's feed, but he knew that they had to to live. He preferred to lure someone into an alley and have his meal there, that way no one was watching him so that they could not see his tears of both sorrow and rage as he killed another innocent human being. He hated what he was and wished with his soul that he could be human again.
The smell of mortals was thick upon the air, it made his hunger grow and he began to glance around to see if he could find someone that would be easy to lure away. Seeing none he sighed and continued to follow Bakura and Frost to their usual couch in one of the back corners, looks like he would have to either feed in the open, or forcefully take someone into an alley way.
Sitting down silently in the corner of the couch Yami pulled off his coat and draped it over the side. Frost made himself at home immediately and took a willing white-white blond haired girl into his lap. While Bakura cornered a dark skinned girl into the corner behind them. Quite used to this Yami sat casually and waited for any girl to come up to him and ask him to join her on the dance floor, it was his best bet.
It did not take long, a rather attractive and scantily dressed black hair blue eyed girl strode up to him and extended her hand, "wanna dance," she asked in an innocent tone. Smirking he rose to his feet and willingly took her delicate hand in his and without even glancing back at his escort strode off onto the dance floor.
She was not a shy girl, as were most of the ones that asked him to share the floor with them. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and started the erotic dance that all girls knew so well. Glade that he was not aroused easily he simply followed her through the dance, the only thing in his system that was rising, was his hunger.
His crimson eyes glanced over at Bakura and Frost; they were too preoccupied to notice that he was gone. Maybe to night he had a chance to make a run for it and try to find his way to where ever his parents were living. He wanted to get away and finish what the prophecy said he would do, but he could not do that if Valick kept him on a collar and leash per say.
The song switched and the girl changed the dance to a slow one, "you can call me Mia," she stated and stared into his eyes. He smiled at her, "Yami," he said simply. Chuckling she ran her hand over his cheek, "hmm, it goes with yah hun, yer dark and handsome, but not on that tall part. But I sure as hell am not complaining". Yami chuckled, "good, because neither am I".
He stayed with her for several long dances and felt that his hunger would overwhelm him. He had to bite her soon, or he knew that he would walk away and starve for a night. The music switched again and he took his only chance as she slipped her eyes shut and leaned against him her neck vulnerable. Feeling his fangs grow he casually placed a chaste kiss on her neck, she stayed calm, seeing that he sank his fangs into her warm delicate skin.
She didn't make a noise as he drained her of her life support. In fact she seemed to be enjoying the whole moment, this puzzle Yami but he had seen it before, some people do find pleasure in the feel of a vampires teeth in their skin. She went limp and boldly he picked her up new bride style and casually carried her out of the club. Glancing back he saw that Bakura and Frost were still too preoccupied to notice him. Smiling he pushed the door open and stepped out into the cool night air.
Inhaling a breath of the sweet night air he sighed and glanced down at Mia's face, a pity that one so beautiful and young had to be his victim tonight. Gently he laid her down in the shadows on the far side if the dumpster beside the door. This was his chance, he would slip in grab his coat and slip out into the night, maybe this time he could creep away from Valick's grasp and find his way to the Ministry's Building.
He did just that. Slipping back into the club with the stealth of a black cat he moved through the crowd, the whole while his gaze never left his escorts faces. They were indulged in pleasure by mortal girls and did not notice him pulled his coat from the couch. Smiling at his sweet luck and pulled his coat on and crept back out into the streets.
The moon was low and the night was getting late, he knew that he would have to find his way to the slayers area and find a place to stay out of the sun, like a manhole or something of the sort and stay there until the night blanketed the sky again. Turning the corner he could see that slayers area clearly over the small houses, it would be a lot swifter if he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, but if there was slayers out, they would easily be able to see and track him.
He could hear the music from the two of the other clubs in the area clearly from his position. Growling slightly at that he pushed the sound out of his mind and concentrated on that of the small breeze that played with his cloak and hair like a child's toy.
The sudden sound of movement and voices near by caught his attention. Who ever they were they were moving with stealth and communicated with each other frequently. Straining his hearing he caught one part of their conversation from where ever they were, "any signs of stray vampires yet". Damn, they were slayers, obviously out to raid the nightclubs to ensure that the vampire population number went down or was contained.
Their voices became louder and he could tell that they were on either side of the long street. Slight panic hit him and he sprang into an alleyway and made sure that he blended perfectly into the darkness.
His breathing stopped when he heard a sound from within the very alley that he was hiding in. Footsteps and two of the four voices that he heard were practically right beside him. Oh Ra was he in trouble. Pressing firmly against the wall he stared into the darkness to his left.
Then two figures passed him, one blonde and young by the seems of things, and the other nearing the age of thirty with brown hair that could have easily passed for black and broad shoulders. Both were tall and strapped to their back with leather belts was a sword and scabbard. Dressed in black he could have almost mistaken them for vampires from Valick's guard, but their necks were exposed and no mark was upon them.
"The Millennium Club is still open, on of the few that is," started the older one, "this is your first night crashing a vampires fun within a nightclub. Use your instincts and make sure that that person is in fact a vampire, do not attack them immediately or it will blow our cover". The blonde nodded and waved to no one in particular.
Grasping something on his hip the older man pulled up a communication device into full view, the silver of it glinting off into Yami's eyes. Holding back a groan he squinted and listened.
"Blade, Seto, are you there," he whispered into it. An incoherent noise was made and a reply slowly came in, the voice deep and nebulous, "yes, where are you," it demanded. Chuckling the man replied, "Right across the street from you, Joey is waving like a mad man,"
"Hmm, I can see him, we have about five minuets to make it into Millennium, and another half hour to be in and out," stated the voice in a serious and annoyed tone. Yami saw the man smile in the moonlight, it was a snicker one that he was already not too fond of, "yeah yeah I know Blade, lets get a move one then and finish the job". A grunt came from the other end of the communicator was the primal response and chuckling the man shoved it forcefully back into his pocket.
The man turned to the blonde, "come on kiddo, let's go," he encouraged and silently they strode out into the streetlight and beyond Yami's view range. Sighing with relief that he had not been seen Yami prepared to sit down only for a hiss to reach his ears then the angered cry of a cat. Feeling one brush up against him in a frantic movement to get away he felt his breath was caught in his throat.
Across the street the sound echoed and caught then attention of two figures dressed in the same manner as those two slayers that had been before him. They turned to face the area that he was in and called across to their comrades. He was rooted to the spot, his body refused to move, it was as if someone had covered his body in concrete. He had never been in this kind of danger before, ever.
Seeing the shadows of the other two sprang him into movement as if someone had turned the on switch on his limbs. Seeing a ladder that led up the wall to the roof of the building he dashed forward and desperately began to climb it.
He was never much of a climber, heights had been one of his biggest fears in the world before he was turned and it still carried through slightly into his vampirism. Hearing the slayers below speak to each other he panicked they were going in different directions. The ladder shook as two began to club after him. Growling his used his strength the spring up over the edge of the building like a monkey and dashed off trying to gain enough speed to jump to the next building, something that vampires were known to be able to do.
He was stopped before he could do so. The other two comrades sprang up onto the roof, growling he dug his heels in coming to a dead stop with his jacket flaring about around him. The sound of swords being pulled out of their scabbards reached his ears as the ones behind him pulled out their weapons. Baring his fangs with a hiss he hunched over and glared loathingly at the two men in front of him.
Suddenly they stopped in their tracks and simply stared at him with utter surprise. Pulling his fangs back in he crocked his head at the two, why did they stop. Something hard hit the back of his head sending a wave of both shock and pain through his body like a shockwave after an explosion. Crying out he fell heavily to the ground in a heap of black leather.
A protested cry rang out as he felt a man brutally grab his shoulders and squeeze with an unbelievable strength for a mortal. Not being able to hold back a whimper he opened his eyes and tried to squirm away from his captor and the man pressed a knee to his stomach.
"West you fool, get off of him, don't hurt him," cried a familiar voice. Yami recognized it, it was from the night he was taken, one of the slayers voices. A hard fist hit him in the side of the head snapping his head to one side.
"Shut up Seto," snapped the older man from the alley.
"No, let him go you fool can you not see who he is, get off," growled the man. He felt the man shift and could feel his gaze bore into his face as if trying to break his skull with his eyes. Groaning from the pain he turned his head and stared up at the man whom was named West.
West's gaze bore into his own and went from being vicious and loathing, to surprised and ashamed. He stood up and stumbled back beside the blonde only for another person to drop down beside him and place gentle hands on his torso and face. Realizing that these were slayers and were supposed to kill vampires he growled and lifting his arms tried to push the man away, but his pounding headache was clouding his vision and the man was able to grasp both of his small hands with a single widespread one.
"Hush, I'm not going to hurt you," said the voice. Glaring up at the man with blurry vision he ignored the fact that he could not tell what the man looked like and snapped, "bullshit you won't, you're a slayer". The man sighed above him and turned his head to look somewhere else, "Blade may you hand me a cloth from our medical bag," he asked in a polite tone.
Yami blinked in surprise at the name, he remembered it now, he had forgotten it when he was in the alleyway but now it had come back to him. It was that dark skinned slayer from his house that night, "Blade," he whispered. The other man turned back to him and placed a warm damp cloth over his forehead, "yes its Blade, I'm sure you remember his face".
Nodding Yami groaned and closed his eyes, his headache was horrible and making it hard for him to keep his eyes open. A wave of fatigue swept through his body and he nearly let his mind drift into the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness, but the man's voice prevented it, "stay awake, if you go to sleep you'll have even worse of a concussion than you already have".
"But I am tired," he protested, but a gentle finger was placed over his lips in the same manner as he mother used to do to him. Opening his eyes Yami gaze up at the man with nearly clear vision, he gasped, his eyes must be playing tricks on him, that man could not be.
"I am sorry I could not help you that night a year ago Yami, as is Blade. I am Seto Kaiba, your cousin from your Father's half brother".
Yami Neferbre: Wow that took a long time, no matter please review and tell me what you think, the next chappie will be up sooner than this one, I promise, I am actually at home for a while.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, Blade, the movie Vampires, or anything else that this story may seem to have, and any song as well.
SORRY FANS THAT I COULD NOT GET THIS UP A WHILE AGO, I WENT CAMPING ON THURSDAY WHEN I WOULD HAVE POSTED IT, BUT I GOT PICKED UP EARLY AND DID NOT GET HOME TILL SUNDAY, THEN MY BROTHER STOLE THE COMPUTER. SORRY.
CHAPTER THREE
He had been staring out from this same balcony at the city of Aldahem in the night for a year now, from the same room, from the same stone castle that was invisible to all who did not know where it was. The stone was always bitter cold under his hands, which were no warmer, and his crimson eyes always had the same distant look to them.
Nearly every night he was in Aldahem at the nightclubs either singing, finding an easy prey, or doing an errand for Valick. Either way two vampires were always with him making sure that he did not run off. Valick knew that he would if he did not have an escort, or was not being watched by those particular vampires, it had happened before.
His father had been right, the night that Valick took him away he had fought all through the night, fought through the pain and fought for control. Restraints had kept him pinned to the bed and Valick and a female vampire named Scarlet kept their hands upon him the whole time. In the end Valick had growled with anger when he had woke the next night with more than half of his soul still within his body. He often chuckled at the memory of Valick storming out of the room like a child having a temper tantrum.
The stars above glistened silver as he stared up at them with cold eyes. The memory of that night was clear in his mind, it was a year to the day upon this night; at this hour he would have been running back home only to get caught. Growling he clenched his hands into fists till his knuckles turned impossibly white, his eyes were closed as he held back tears of rage. Valick had made his life a living hell and did anything possible to keep him from fulfilling the prophecy.
"Yami," snapped a voice from behind him, spinning around Yami glared heavily at the familiar white haired vampire. The vampire chuckled and ran his hand over his scar (a habit Yami was quite used to) before striding towards the railing, "come along yah little brat, we have some feasting to do at the millennium club". Yami grunted in response and reluctantly followed the vampire who's long hair was the colour of the snow that could only be seen in the mountains many months travel to the north lay in a mess of knots just past his shoulders.
Entering into his chambers Yami stepped behind a wooden screen before beginning to change out of his simple silk tunic. Bakura, the vampire sat lazily upon the couch, slouched with his feet apart he showed that he had not a care in the world if a young pretty maiden decided to crawl over to him, nor a handsome man.
Black leather pants were pulled on along with two belts, one to hold the very low cut pants on, the other slanted diagonally for show. A red leather shirt was pulled on as well as solid gold armbands on his upper arm and ones that interlocked and went from just below his elbow to just above his wrists. Turning he reached down and grabbed a leather choker collar in the design of a belt, he paused when he saw the mirror in front of him. Timidly he ran his hand over the scar, it still stung at times strangely enough and he did what ever he could to hide it, other vampires would be able to sense that it was his weakness and would take immediate advantage.
Strapping the collar on he ran his hand through his spiky locks and admired his appearance for a moment. A year ago when he looked into the mirror he would see a boy who looked to be a twelve-year-old child, wide-eyed and innocent with little bodily muscle. And now his skin was the colour of polished bronze and ran smoothly over perfectly tones muscles. His eyes had slanted and were now narrow and gave him a confident appearance.
His hair had changed a little, he no longer wore a bandana over it and it was no longer flattened to his scalp. No it spiked up perfectly, the ebony colour glowed and highlighted the crimson dyed tips. His bangs that framed his face were the colour of beaten gold and made his eyes twinkle with a beauty like no other. The shade of his eyes had changed though, they were no longer amethyst in shade, but instead mimicked the colour of freshly brewed red wine or blood as it seeped from the wound on a victims neck. Valick had always adored them.
Shaking his head he sighed, yes over the last year he had grown from a runt into an extremely attractive young man, but he at times wished he were not so irresistible. Many female and male vampires alike preferred him over most and he had to watch how he walked and what he said when he was in the nightclubs. One vampire in particular liked him the most, Scarlet, she was Valick's best friend in a sense at night and she was chosen to be the next Queen of Vampires, unfortunately for Yami, Valick had picked him to be the next king.
"Come on brat, lets get a move on, I'm hungry," snapped Bakura. Rolling his eyes Yami grabbed a leather jacket, which was long in the back and dragged slightly upon the floor and pulled on a pair of leather boots that went half way up his knees he strode out from behind the screen. Blinking he glared heatedly at Bakura, "patience is a virtue you know," he snapped. Bakura chuckled, "I know, but it's a virtue I am lacking off, now lets move Frost is waiting for us downstairs".
Silently Yami glided alongside Bakura as he left his chambers and out into a balcony like hallway, one area was open to the festivities below. Couches were well occupied and erotic techno music was blaring loudly. Finding the stairs close by the two strided down them and saw Frost, a pale skinned vampire with a toned body and charcoal hair, standing with his arms crossed by the doorway. Yami received several looks as he strode down, but he ignored them and stopped stiffly in front of Frost.
"Well, lets get the party started eh," stated Frost, "follow me ladies". Bakura chuckled and patted his friends back while Yami rolled his eyes and pulled open the double mahogany doors and strode out into the night air.
His boots made a heavy thud upon the ground as he strode onto the paved streets of Aldahem, glancing back he watched as the castle slowly disappeared behind them making it seem as if nothing was there but trees and open sky. Blinking he sighed and turned his gaze back to the streets.
Many of the buildings were designed like they had been in his village with white stone and painted designs along the tops. While others were of wood, and some of glass and steel. Skyscrapers towered over them from the centre of the city on a large flat surfaced hill, that was where all the high classed scientific research, wealthy companies, and very rich people lived and placed their mansions. Around it was open grass area, it kept the wealth away from the dirt and filth of the quiet streets by about three blocks.
He sighed in wonder, is that where his Aunt and Uncle lived, was that where the ministry was, or was there an area outside of the city that was meant for the slayers? He could only imagine.
Suddenly he heard a door being pushed open and Bakura roughly grasped his arms and pulled him in. Immediately erotic music, sexual activities, dancing, and drinking surrounded him and enveloped his every sense.
Never had he enjoyed seeing other's feed, but he knew that they had to to live. He preferred to lure someone into an alley and have his meal there, that way no one was watching him so that they could not see his tears of both sorrow and rage as he killed another innocent human being. He hated what he was and wished with his soul that he could be human again.
The smell of mortals was thick upon the air, it made his hunger grow and he began to glance around to see if he could find someone that would be easy to lure away. Seeing none he sighed and continued to follow Bakura and Frost to their usual couch in one of the back corners, looks like he would have to either feed in the open, or forcefully take someone into an alley way.
Sitting down silently in the corner of the couch Yami pulled off his coat and draped it over the side. Frost made himself at home immediately and took a willing white-white blond haired girl into his lap. While Bakura cornered a dark skinned girl into the corner behind them. Quite used to this Yami sat casually and waited for any girl to come up to him and ask him to join her on the dance floor, it was his best bet.
It did not take long, a rather attractive and scantily dressed black hair blue eyed girl strode up to him and extended her hand, "wanna dance," she asked in an innocent tone. Smirking he rose to his feet and willingly took her delicate hand in his and without even glancing back at his escort strode off onto the dance floor.
She was not a shy girl, as were most of the ones that asked him to share the floor with them. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and started the erotic dance that all girls knew so well. Glade that he was not aroused easily he simply followed her through the dance, the only thing in his system that was rising, was his hunger.
His crimson eyes glanced over at Bakura and Frost; they were too preoccupied to notice that he was gone. Maybe to night he had a chance to make a run for it and try to find his way to where ever his parents were living. He wanted to get away and finish what the prophecy said he would do, but he could not do that if Valick kept him on a collar and leash per say.
The song switched and the girl changed the dance to a slow one, "you can call me Mia," she stated and stared into his eyes. He smiled at her, "Yami," he said simply. Chuckling she ran her hand over his cheek, "hmm, it goes with yah hun, yer dark and handsome, but not on that tall part. But I sure as hell am not complaining". Yami chuckled, "good, because neither am I".
He stayed with her for several long dances and felt that his hunger would overwhelm him. He had to bite her soon, or he knew that he would walk away and starve for a night. The music switched again and he took his only chance as she slipped her eyes shut and leaned against him her neck vulnerable. Feeling his fangs grow he casually placed a chaste kiss on her neck, she stayed calm, seeing that he sank his fangs into her warm delicate skin.
She didn't make a noise as he drained her of her life support. In fact she seemed to be enjoying the whole moment, this puzzle Yami but he had seen it before, some people do find pleasure in the feel of a vampires teeth in their skin. She went limp and boldly he picked her up new bride style and casually carried her out of the club. Glancing back he saw that Bakura and Frost were still too preoccupied to notice him. Smiling he pushed the door open and stepped out into the cool night air.
Inhaling a breath of the sweet night air he sighed and glanced down at Mia's face, a pity that one so beautiful and young had to be his victim tonight. Gently he laid her down in the shadows on the far side if the dumpster beside the door. This was his chance, he would slip in grab his coat and slip out into the night, maybe this time he could creep away from Valick's grasp and find his way to the Ministry's Building.
He did just that. Slipping back into the club with the stealth of a black cat he moved through the crowd, the whole while his gaze never left his escorts faces. They were indulged in pleasure by mortal girls and did not notice him pulled his coat from the couch. Smiling at his sweet luck and pulled his coat on and crept back out into the streets.
The moon was low and the night was getting late, he knew that he would have to find his way to the slayers area and find a place to stay out of the sun, like a manhole or something of the sort and stay there until the night blanketed the sky again. Turning the corner he could see that slayers area clearly over the small houses, it would be a lot swifter if he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, but if there was slayers out, they would easily be able to see and track him.
He could hear the music from the two of the other clubs in the area clearly from his position. Growling slightly at that he pushed the sound out of his mind and concentrated on that of the small breeze that played with his cloak and hair like a child's toy.
The sudden sound of movement and voices near by caught his attention. Who ever they were they were moving with stealth and communicated with each other frequently. Straining his hearing he caught one part of their conversation from where ever they were, "any signs of stray vampires yet". Damn, they were slayers, obviously out to raid the nightclubs to ensure that the vampire population number went down or was contained.
Their voices became louder and he could tell that they were on either side of the long street. Slight panic hit him and he sprang into an alleyway and made sure that he blended perfectly into the darkness.
His breathing stopped when he heard a sound from within the very alley that he was hiding in. Footsteps and two of the four voices that he heard were practically right beside him. Oh Ra was he in trouble. Pressing firmly against the wall he stared into the darkness to his left.
Then two figures passed him, one blonde and young by the seems of things, and the other nearing the age of thirty with brown hair that could have easily passed for black and broad shoulders. Both were tall and strapped to their back with leather belts was a sword and scabbard. Dressed in black he could have almost mistaken them for vampires from Valick's guard, but their necks were exposed and no mark was upon them.
"The Millennium Club is still open, on of the few that is," started the older one, "this is your first night crashing a vampires fun within a nightclub. Use your instincts and make sure that that person is in fact a vampire, do not attack them immediately or it will blow our cover". The blonde nodded and waved to no one in particular.
Grasping something on his hip the older man pulled up a communication device into full view, the silver of it glinting off into Yami's eyes. Holding back a groan he squinted and listened.
"Blade, Seto, are you there," he whispered into it. An incoherent noise was made and a reply slowly came in, the voice deep and nebulous, "yes, where are you," it demanded. Chuckling the man replied, "Right across the street from you, Joey is waving like a mad man,"
"Hmm, I can see him, we have about five minuets to make it into Millennium, and another half hour to be in and out," stated the voice in a serious and annoyed tone. Yami saw the man smile in the moonlight, it was a snicker one that he was already not too fond of, "yeah yeah I know Blade, lets get a move one then and finish the job". A grunt came from the other end of the communicator was the primal response and chuckling the man shoved it forcefully back into his pocket.
The man turned to the blonde, "come on kiddo, let's go," he encouraged and silently they strode out into the streetlight and beyond Yami's view range. Sighing with relief that he had not been seen Yami prepared to sit down only for a hiss to reach his ears then the angered cry of a cat. Feeling one brush up against him in a frantic movement to get away he felt his breath was caught in his throat.
Across the street the sound echoed and caught then attention of two figures dressed in the same manner as those two slayers that had been before him. They turned to face the area that he was in and called across to their comrades. He was rooted to the spot, his body refused to move, it was as if someone had covered his body in concrete. He had never been in this kind of danger before, ever.
Seeing the shadows of the other two sprang him into movement as if someone had turned the on switch on his limbs. Seeing a ladder that led up the wall to the roof of the building he dashed forward and desperately began to climb it.
He was never much of a climber, heights had been one of his biggest fears in the world before he was turned and it still carried through slightly into his vampirism. Hearing the slayers below speak to each other he panicked they were going in different directions. The ladder shook as two began to club after him. Growling his used his strength the spring up over the edge of the building like a monkey and dashed off trying to gain enough speed to jump to the next building, something that vampires were known to be able to do.
He was stopped before he could do so. The other two comrades sprang up onto the roof, growling he dug his heels in coming to a dead stop with his jacket flaring about around him. The sound of swords being pulled out of their scabbards reached his ears as the ones behind him pulled out their weapons. Baring his fangs with a hiss he hunched over and glared loathingly at the two men in front of him.
Suddenly they stopped in their tracks and simply stared at him with utter surprise. Pulling his fangs back in he crocked his head at the two, why did they stop. Something hard hit the back of his head sending a wave of both shock and pain through his body like a shockwave after an explosion. Crying out he fell heavily to the ground in a heap of black leather.
A protested cry rang out as he felt a man brutally grab his shoulders and squeeze with an unbelievable strength for a mortal. Not being able to hold back a whimper he opened his eyes and tried to squirm away from his captor and the man pressed a knee to his stomach.
"West you fool, get off of him, don't hurt him," cried a familiar voice. Yami recognized it, it was from the night he was taken, one of the slayers voices. A hard fist hit him in the side of the head snapping his head to one side.
"Shut up Seto," snapped the older man from the alley.
"No, let him go you fool can you not see who he is, get off," growled the man. He felt the man shift and could feel his gaze bore into his face as if trying to break his skull with his eyes. Groaning from the pain he turned his head and stared up at the man whom was named West.
West's gaze bore into his own and went from being vicious and loathing, to surprised and ashamed. He stood up and stumbled back beside the blonde only for another person to drop down beside him and place gentle hands on his torso and face. Realizing that these were slayers and were supposed to kill vampires he growled and lifting his arms tried to push the man away, but his pounding headache was clouding his vision and the man was able to grasp both of his small hands with a single widespread one.
"Hush, I'm not going to hurt you," said the voice. Glaring up at the man with blurry vision he ignored the fact that he could not tell what the man looked like and snapped, "bullshit you won't, you're a slayer". The man sighed above him and turned his head to look somewhere else, "Blade may you hand me a cloth from our medical bag," he asked in a polite tone.
Yami blinked in surprise at the name, he remembered it now, he had forgotten it when he was in the alleyway but now it had come back to him. It was that dark skinned slayer from his house that night, "Blade," he whispered. The other man turned back to him and placed a warm damp cloth over his forehead, "yes its Blade, I'm sure you remember his face".
Nodding Yami groaned and closed his eyes, his headache was horrible and making it hard for him to keep his eyes open. A wave of fatigue swept through his body and he nearly let his mind drift into the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness, but the man's voice prevented it, "stay awake, if you go to sleep you'll have even worse of a concussion than you already have".
"But I am tired," he protested, but a gentle finger was placed over his lips in the same manner as he mother used to do to him. Opening his eyes Yami gaze up at the man with nearly clear vision, he gasped, his eyes must be playing tricks on him, that man could not be.
"I am sorry I could not help you that night a year ago Yami, as is Blade. I am Seto Kaiba, your cousin from your Father's half brother".
Yami Neferbre: Wow that took a long time, no matter please review and tell me what you think, the next chappie will be up sooner than this one, I promise, I am actually at home for a while.