xIsisx: I needed something deep to get me away from my humor stories. And so one dark night, I went to bed as usual and a whole new world opened up in front of me in my dreams, and I'm back again to share this with you. And I have the next chapters written already so whether you review or not, I'm gonna keep on writing this story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh and this story isn't set in the YGO world anyway. I do own the plot and the "vampire language" used in this story and um... oh yeah, I own the entire vampire world! MWAH! (in this story anyway...)
By the way, you will NOT find out everything in just this chapter, this story will have suspense and cliffhangers. This is non-yaoi so if you're looking for yaoi, uh, go away and read some of my other storys.
"Maaliku" is hikari Marik. "Maaliku" is how "Marik" is meant to be pronouced in the original Japanese anime. The "aa" makes an "aah" sound.
Please read the above before continuing.
"That's it?" A cold voice sneered from its position in the shadows.
"Yes, my king…" The servant who said this fidgeted, almost seemingly anxious, "We apologize, but she was the best one we could find…"
The figure on the throne crouched a bit out of the darkness to peer more closely at the body, "Tainted, I suppose?"
"Yes, but-"
The excuse was waved off with one hand, "Yes, yes, I know. Mortals, so rare are the ones that remain pure, but tell me," His crimson eyes swiveled to his servant, "Why not seek out the untainted children, or are you afraid?" He put a delicate stress on the last word.
The servant shifted slightly, "The mortals will get suspicious if too many… killings… start to occur within one area."
His king laughed airily, a sharp and hollow sound that made his bones grind.
"The mortal world will soon be awakened to the presence of our race, but no matter," He continued briskly, "Expand the area allowed for the killings, and, at the present time, if this is all we have…" He looked down at the body in distain.
The servant nodded curtly and swept away. The king got up gracefully off the throne and walked over to the lifeless body, his cloak dragged behind him. He leaned down and sank his teeth into the neck of the victim, drawing out crimson blood, which he fed upon. The bloods of the tainted were never as quite good as ones of the pure. Pure blood had freshness to it, like a sharp breath of mint, but the tainted blood was stale, worn out by that they've been through.
When he was done, he got back on his feet and resumed his position on the throne, slowly reaching out with a slim hand to the anime that had been sitting quietly next to the throne. He stroked its glistening white fur for a moment before allowing it to finish off the body.
"You may go feed now, Zashii." He said in a voice barely above a whisper.
The wolf like creature bounded forward eagerly, snapping its jaws around the arm of the dead body. The little blood remaining stained the carpet even more.
"Please Zashii," He said in an amused voice as a hand rolled its way next to his fee, "Could you be a little more docile?"
Zashii bared its teeth at him in an unmistakable grin before returning to attacking at leg.
The king watched Zashii's rampage with narrowed eyes, but it was not Zashii he was thinking of. The time was arriving… soon, and he didn't know how much longer he'll be able to hold on. A surprisingly large number of humans had already spotted the vampires. They had been killed, of course, but not before the rumors had spread like wildfire. It was impossible to track down every single worthless mortal who bore the knowledge of vampires in his mind.
He played with a stray strand of his silvery white hair before letting it fall against his shoulder carelessly. So many secrets must be kept.
"And yet, so little time," He whispered to himself before rising and walking over to the window. He raised one black wing to shield himself from the dawn's rays. The kingdom he ruled over looked peaceful at this time.
"But fore how long, Bakura?" A voice asked behind him. He shifted slightly to see who it was, but did not turn around completely.
"Maaliku," He sighed, "What did I tell you about using my name?"
The vampire, Maaliku, licked his lips and smirked, "I know, I know. Only when needed. But why?"
Bakura focused his attention back to the cities outside, "That, I'll keep to myself."
"As did every other king before you," The other one scoffed.
"With the exception of the most former one," Bakura said distractedly, "He was a fool, he nearly destroyed our kingdom."
"And we have you to thank for bring the kingdom back on its feet," Maaliku said dryly.
Bakura noticed this tone, "Fool, mock me and you'll regret it."
Maaliku grinned deviously before falling silent. A few minutes passed between them, in which Zashii finished her meal and trotted happily to her master's heels and laying down, content. Bakura stared out of the window, eyes unfocused. Maaliku was still silent and unmoving.
Bakura curled his hand into a fist, his long and sharp fingernails digging into his palm.
"Etsh mutar laguda winmarsi." He hissed in an ancient vampire tongue at long last.
Maaliku was not as fluent in the language, but he knew it well enough to understand what the king was saying, "Pizada?"
"Enu…"
"Very well," With that Maaliku slithered away.
"Oh. One more thing Maaliku."
The addressed person stopped, "Yes?"
The kings lips curled into a sneer, "Remember, with every goal, a little blood must shed…"
Maaliku inclined his head, nodding, "Understood."
xIsisx: -chuckles- Blood, eh?