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-Telepathy-
(Thoughts)
Chapter 11
Bakura waited for his friends to arrive. When they finally did, he waved down two taxis and they headed for the hotel that Bakura's parents were staying at.
"You've been rather quiet since we caught up with you," Seras said as they arrived at the hotel.
"I have to figure out a way to tell them," Bakura replied.
"They couldn't tell?" Seras asked.
Bakura shook his head. "I couldn't. We were in public and I couldn't think of any way to tell them." He took a deep breath, his fangs just barely visible. "I don't know how to tell them."
"You told your friends rather simply," Seras pointed out.
"I didn't tell them Walter did," Bakura said as he paced. They were standing in the hallway not far from Bakura's parents' room. His friends were sitting around in the common room of the hotel.
"I know Walter told them," Seras replied, "But you were standing right there with him, it was enough to make it like you had told them."
"So what?" Bakura nearly hissed, "I didn't tell them, that's the thing. Now I have to tell my parents."
"You're acting like you did something wrong," Seras said. "This isn't your fault, you couldn't control it; you didn't have a choice."
"What's new?" Bakura spat. He fingered the gun at his hip, wishing that they were in the shooting range back at the mansion so he could let off his tension. "What do I say to them?"
Seras shook her head, "I don't know. I never had to tell anyone I was a vampire, at least no one that was family or cared enough about to realize that I wasn't the same as I used to be."
He exhaled, and swallowed hard. "Guess I'll find out won't I?"
Seras nodded, "Want me to be there like last time?"
He shook his head, "No, I think I'll go it alone this time." Seras nodded, and headed back down to the common room. He watched her leave, and then slowly walked to his parents' room. He raised his hand and knocked, and then waited.
The door opened to reveal his mother. "There you are," she said. "We were beginning to wonder if you were ever going to arrive."
"Sorry," Bakura apologized, "You know traffic. He still had his glasses on, and the dim lighting still kept his scar hidden.
"Ryou!" His little sister, not so little anymore, raced over and hugged him. She was still short, he head only just reaching his stomach. She giggled and held his hands. "What's with the gloves?" she asked, "And the glasses?"
(Did I sound like her when I was a teenager?) Bakura wondered. He shook his head, "I'll answer that later Kiyo," he said as he ruffled her hair.
"So what's going on?" his father asked. "We were hoping you would explain now."
Bakura swallowed, "In all honesty, I'm still not sure."
"Do you even know how you got here?" his mother asked.
Bakura shook his head, "Not a clue." He felt a little uncomfortable standing in the doorway. "Can we shut the door?" he asked randomly.
Bakura's mother looked embarrassed, "How rude of me." She nodded and Bakura shut the door behind him.
"So," Bakura's father said, getting back on subject, "What's going on?"
Bakura thought for a second, trying to figure out the best way to start, and his finally result was rather shocking. "I'm being hunted." It was true; Anderson was out to kill him, and Seras and Alucard.
"What?" his mother asked in shock.
"By who?" his father asked. "And why?"
"You won't know who it is," Bakura answered. "But why I'm being hunted is something I can explain, even if it seems a little too crazy." He sighed, "There really is no easy way to say it, but the only think I can think of is rather straight to the point."
"Can you explain it?" his father asked.
"After I get the initial concept down, yes," Bakura answered. "But you'll have to let me explain, because what I'm going to tell you will be rather shocking."
"We get it," his mother said. "Go on."
He sighed, "All right, I'm dead."
His parents and sister gasped.
-That was good, - the evil spirit cackled.
-Shut up, - Bakura snapped. -I don't need you're comments right now. -
"Ryou if you were dead you wouldn't be standing here in front of and talking to us," Kiyo pointed out.
"I'm not that kind of dead Kiyo," Bakura replied. "I'm undead."
"A vampire?" Kiyo asked. The teenage girl laughed, "Those are just ghost stories to give us a good time with."
"Let him explain Kiyo," her father chided. "Though I must say, that is hard to believe."
"I know," Bakura said. "It was hard for me to believe it too."
"I still think you're joking," Kiyo said.
Bakura looked at his sister, "All right, if you think I'm full of bull, come here and find a pulse on me."
The girl got up. She knew where to find a pulse on a person's body, she had learned from him. She felt his wrist first, then his neck. When she was unsuccessful she went straight for the source, his heart. She backed away from him when she felt nothing. "Whoa."
"Told you," Bakura said, and glanced at his parents. His mother still looked shocked, but his father wasn't.
"Kiyo," the man said. The girl went to her father. He looked back up at his son, "How?"
Bakura shrugged, "I don't know, it's other thing I'm trying to find out. Seras said I was one when she found me."
"And how would Seras know the identifications of a vampire?" his father asked.
"Because," Bakura said, "She's one too."
His father's jaw dropped, and he sat down next to his wife. "You're kidding?"
"Have I been lying at all to you?" Bakura asked. His parents shook their heads. "Well then I'm not lying now." He gulped, "What happened to me, how this happened is still a complete mystery to me."
Bakura's father let out a breath, "So, is there anything else you need to show or tell us?"
Bakura looked at his father, and then pulled off his glasses, "Does that answer your question?"
Bakura's father took a step back while his mother muffled a scream with her hands. Bakura sighed and replaced the glasses. There was nothing he could do about their reactions, or how they thought or felt about him.
Kiyo seemed to be the only one to shake herself out it, "So what are you going to do?" she asked.
Bakura shrugged, "Well, besides learning how to use my vampire powers, I don't really know."
"But how are you going to do that?" his father asked.
"There's another vampire, one of the original ones ever created, whom has offered to teach me," Bakura answered, "Though I can't say I'm honored."
"Where have you been staying?" his father asked. "I want to see it, if we can go."
Bakura thought for a moment. (They do have the right to see it,) he thought, (but will they be allowed in?) He decided to ask Seras. He reached for the doorknob. "I'll be right back," he said, "I'm going to ask Seras if we can take you." He opened the door and went out, more than relieved to do so.
He went down to where Seras and the others were waiting, "They want to see the manor," he told Seras.
"Did you tell them about the manor?" Seras asked, wondering if that would have been a good idea.
"No," Bakura answered shaking his head. "But they do want to see where I've been staying for the past few weeks."
Seras sighed, "Well, I don't know. Let me contact Walter, he'll have a better answer for you." Bakura nodded and she went and called him on a payphone.
When she came back, she said, "You can bring them, but what they see must never leave the house."
"I think they can manage that," Bakura answered. He headed back up to their room, knocked, and again waited for the door to open.
This time his father answered it. "Well?" he asked.
"You may come," Bakura answered. "But there are so many of us, we'll have to walk."
"I think we can manage that," his father said.
***
Five minutes they were heading out of the hotel. Seras led the group, while Bakura stayed at the rear, to keep watch so to speak. At the pace they were going, it would take them about an hour to get to the manor, she he hoped his parents and sister were up for a long walk.
They were crossing a street when Bakura felt something, something following them. "Shit," he hissed under his breath. He sped forward and caught up to Seras. "We're being followed," he whispered.
Seras gritted her teeth, "Why now?" she grumbled to herself. "Do you have any idea what or who it might be?"
Bakura shook his head, "I haven't been a vampire that long," he said. "I thought you were the one who could do that."
Seras rolled her eyes, "Just keep an eye out, I'll do the same." Bakura nodded and drifted to the back of the group again.
-So, - smirked the evil spirit, -wonder who it might be? -
-Shut up, - Bakura said, -I don't want to listen to you right now! -
-I wouldn't brush me off so quickly, - the spirit warned.
-Fine, - Bakura grumbled; -the can you at least point out which direction our stalker is? -
The spirit cackled, and then of the rings pointers pointed behind Bakura and to his right.
-All right, - Bakura muttered. -Let me know if anything changes. -
-I don't take orders, - the spirit said.
-Then I wonder how this ring would withstand a bullet hitting it at an extreme force and at a very close range? -
The spirit grumbled and then went silent.
***
They walked on for another ten minutes. Bakura thought that maybe their pursuer had given up, when suddenly his ring point straight to his right.
"Damn," Bakura hissed as he looked to his right, discreetly. Across the street, walking the same direction as them; was one priest that he never wanted to see again. "Shit, not him." He backed off from the group, just in case. He had no way of letting Seras know what was happening, just in case she was targeted too.
Someone did, Yugi noticed Bakura back off from the group, and sped up to catch up with Seras. "Something's wrong," he whispered when he reached her.
Seras glanced behind her. She could see through Bakura's glasses and saw in which direction he was looking in. She looked across the street and gulped. "That was quick," she said. "That's the fastest time I've seen him recover."
"You sound more fascinated than worried," Yugi pointed out.
"I was just pointing it out," Seras said, "I'm terrified."
"That's helpful," Yugi mumbled.
"Well you've been attacked by him," Seras said, "You know what it's-" he sentence was cut short as a blade planted itself into the wall in front of them. "That's not a good thing."
"Go! Run!" Bakura yelled from the rear. He ducked an oncoming blade and pulled out his gun. He didn't want to fire across the street, he'd hit something besides his target. He had to get Anderson onto his side of the street, before Anderson cut him down.
He found a clear shot to Anderson, and fired. The bullet hit the priest in the chest, but Bakura knew it did him little damage. He used the time it took for Anderson to regain his composure to slip away. He ran down an ally way and found an abandoned warehouse where he could hide. He slipped inside and hid in a dark corner.
(I know he'll be after me,) he thought. (It won't take him long to find me at all, so what should I do when he gets here?)
-I could always be of some assistance, - the spirit chimed in. -Let me have a go at him, and see how he fairs against a five thousand year old thief. -
-I don't know about that one, - Bakura said. -You've never faced someone like him before. -
-And I doubt he's ever faced someone like me, - the spirit spat. -I won't let him walk out of here, especially if we do this my way. -
-Why do I have a feeling the Shadow Realm has something to do with this? - Bakura mumbled.
-Because it does in every way, - the spirit said.
-All right, - Bakura said, -I'll let you go, but I don't want to end up in the Shadow Realm like last time. -
-We won't be the ones going to the Shadow Realm, - the spirit said. -He will. -
***
Author's Note: Man, just shy of ten pages again. I know the beginning, well most of it, is a bit sappy and boring, but next chapter should be interesting. Review me and tell me what you think.
-Telepathy-
(Thoughts)
Chapter 11
Bakura waited for his friends to arrive. When they finally did, he waved down two taxis and they headed for the hotel that Bakura's parents were staying at.
"You've been rather quiet since we caught up with you," Seras said as they arrived at the hotel.
"I have to figure out a way to tell them," Bakura replied.
"They couldn't tell?" Seras asked.
Bakura shook his head. "I couldn't. We were in public and I couldn't think of any way to tell them." He took a deep breath, his fangs just barely visible. "I don't know how to tell them."
"You told your friends rather simply," Seras pointed out.
"I didn't tell them Walter did," Bakura said as he paced. They were standing in the hallway not far from Bakura's parents' room. His friends were sitting around in the common room of the hotel.
"I know Walter told them," Seras replied, "But you were standing right there with him, it was enough to make it like you had told them."
"So what?" Bakura nearly hissed, "I didn't tell them, that's the thing. Now I have to tell my parents."
"You're acting like you did something wrong," Seras said. "This isn't your fault, you couldn't control it; you didn't have a choice."
"What's new?" Bakura spat. He fingered the gun at his hip, wishing that they were in the shooting range back at the mansion so he could let off his tension. "What do I say to them?"
Seras shook her head, "I don't know. I never had to tell anyone I was a vampire, at least no one that was family or cared enough about to realize that I wasn't the same as I used to be."
He exhaled, and swallowed hard. "Guess I'll find out won't I?"
Seras nodded, "Want me to be there like last time?"
He shook his head, "No, I think I'll go it alone this time." Seras nodded, and headed back down to the common room. He watched her leave, and then slowly walked to his parents' room. He raised his hand and knocked, and then waited.
The door opened to reveal his mother. "There you are," she said. "We were beginning to wonder if you were ever going to arrive."
"Sorry," Bakura apologized, "You know traffic. He still had his glasses on, and the dim lighting still kept his scar hidden.
"Ryou!" His little sister, not so little anymore, raced over and hugged him. She was still short, he head only just reaching his stomach. She giggled and held his hands. "What's with the gloves?" she asked, "And the glasses?"
(Did I sound like her when I was a teenager?) Bakura wondered. He shook his head, "I'll answer that later Kiyo," he said as he ruffled her hair.
"So what's going on?" his father asked. "We were hoping you would explain now."
Bakura swallowed, "In all honesty, I'm still not sure."
"Do you even know how you got here?" his mother asked.
Bakura shook his head, "Not a clue." He felt a little uncomfortable standing in the doorway. "Can we shut the door?" he asked randomly.
Bakura's mother looked embarrassed, "How rude of me." She nodded and Bakura shut the door behind him.
"So," Bakura's father said, getting back on subject, "What's going on?"
Bakura thought for a second, trying to figure out the best way to start, and his finally result was rather shocking. "I'm being hunted." It was true; Anderson was out to kill him, and Seras and Alucard.
"What?" his mother asked in shock.
"By who?" his father asked. "And why?"
"You won't know who it is," Bakura answered. "But why I'm being hunted is something I can explain, even if it seems a little too crazy." He sighed, "There really is no easy way to say it, but the only think I can think of is rather straight to the point."
"Can you explain it?" his father asked.
"After I get the initial concept down, yes," Bakura answered. "But you'll have to let me explain, because what I'm going to tell you will be rather shocking."
"We get it," his mother said. "Go on."
He sighed, "All right, I'm dead."
His parents and sister gasped.
-That was good, - the evil spirit cackled.
-Shut up, - Bakura snapped. -I don't need you're comments right now. -
"Ryou if you were dead you wouldn't be standing here in front of and talking to us," Kiyo pointed out.
"I'm not that kind of dead Kiyo," Bakura replied. "I'm undead."
"A vampire?" Kiyo asked. The teenage girl laughed, "Those are just ghost stories to give us a good time with."
"Let him explain Kiyo," her father chided. "Though I must say, that is hard to believe."
"I know," Bakura said. "It was hard for me to believe it too."
"I still think you're joking," Kiyo said.
Bakura looked at his sister, "All right, if you think I'm full of bull, come here and find a pulse on me."
The girl got up. She knew where to find a pulse on a person's body, she had learned from him. She felt his wrist first, then his neck. When she was unsuccessful she went straight for the source, his heart. She backed away from him when she felt nothing. "Whoa."
"Told you," Bakura said, and glanced at his parents. His mother still looked shocked, but his father wasn't.
"Kiyo," the man said. The girl went to her father. He looked back up at his son, "How?"
Bakura shrugged, "I don't know, it's other thing I'm trying to find out. Seras said I was one when she found me."
"And how would Seras know the identifications of a vampire?" his father asked.
"Because," Bakura said, "She's one too."
His father's jaw dropped, and he sat down next to his wife. "You're kidding?"
"Have I been lying at all to you?" Bakura asked. His parents shook their heads. "Well then I'm not lying now." He gulped, "What happened to me, how this happened is still a complete mystery to me."
Bakura's father let out a breath, "So, is there anything else you need to show or tell us?"
Bakura looked at his father, and then pulled off his glasses, "Does that answer your question?"
Bakura's father took a step back while his mother muffled a scream with her hands. Bakura sighed and replaced the glasses. There was nothing he could do about their reactions, or how they thought or felt about him.
Kiyo seemed to be the only one to shake herself out it, "So what are you going to do?" she asked.
Bakura shrugged, "Well, besides learning how to use my vampire powers, I don't really know."
"But how are you going to do that?" his father asked.
"There's another vampire, one of the original ones ever created, whom has offered to teach me," Bakura answered, "Though I can't say I'm honored."
"Where have you been staying?" his father asked. "I want to see it, if we can go."
Bakura thought for a moment. (They do have the right to see it,) he thought, (but will they be allowed in?) He decided to ask Seras. He reached for the doorknob. "I'll be right back," he said, "I'm going to ask Seras if we can take you." He opened the door and went out, more than relieved to do so.
He went down to where Seras and the others were waiting, "They want to see the manor," he told Seras.
"Did you tell them about the manor?" Seras asked, wondering if that would have been a good idea.
"No," Bakura answered shaking his head. "But they do want to see where I've been staying for the past few weeks."
Seras sighed, "Well, I don't know. Let me contact Walter, he'll have a better answer for you." Bakura nodded and she went and called him on a payphone.
When she came back, she said, "You can bring them, but what they see must never leave the house."
"I think they can manage that," Bakura answered. He headed back up to their room, knocked, and again waited for the door to open.
This time his father answered it. "Well?" he asked.
"You may come," Bakura answered. "But there are so many of us, we'll have to walk."
"I think we can manage that," his father said.
***
Five minutes they were heading out of the hotel. Seras led the group, while Bakura stayed at the rear, to keep watch so to speak. At the pace they were going, it would take them about an hour to get to the manor, she he hoped his parents and sister were up for a long walk.
They were crossing a street when Bakura felt something, something following them. "Shit," he hissed under his breath. He sped forward and caught up to Seras. "We're being followed," he whispered.
Seras gritted her teeth, "Why now?" she grumbled to herself. "Do you have any idea what or who it might be?"
Bakura shook his head, "I haven't been a vampire that long," he said. "I thought you were the one who could do that."
Seras rolled her eyes, "Just keep an eye out, I'll do the same." Bakura nodded and drifted to the back of the group again.
-So, - smirked the evil spirit, -wonder who it might be? -
-Shut up, - Bakura said, -I don't want to listen to you right now! -
-I wouldn't brush me off so quickly, - the spirit warned.
-Fine, - Bakura grumbled; -the can you at least point out which direction our stalker is? -
The spirit cackled, and then of the rings pointers pointed behind Bakura and to his right.
-All right, - Bakura muttered. -Let me know if anything changes. -
-I don't take orders, - the spirit said.
-Then I wonder how this ring would withstand a bullet hitting it at an extreme force and at a very close range? -
The spirit grumbled and then went silent.
***
They walked on for another ten minutes. Bakura thought that maybe their pursuer had given up, when suddenly his ring point straight to his right.
"Damn," Bakura hissed as he looked to his right, discreetly. Across the street, walking the same direction as them; was one priest that he never wanted to see again. "Shit, not him." He backed off from the group, just in case. He had no way of letting Seras know what was happening, just in case she was targeted too.
Someone did, Yugi noticed Bakura back off from the group, and sped up to catch up with Seras. "Something's wrong," he whispered when he reached her.
Seras glanced behind her. She could see through Bakura's glasses and saw in which direction he was looking in. She looked across the street and gulped. "That was quick," she said. "That's the fastest time I've seen him recover."
"You sound more fascinated than worried," Yugi pointed out.
"I was just pointing it out," Seras said, "I'm terrified."
"That's helpful," Yugi mumbled.
"Well you've been attacked by him," Seras said, "You know what it's-" he sentence was cut short as a blade planted itself into the wall in front of them. "That's not a good thing."
"Go! Run!" Bakura yelled from the rear. He ducked an oncoming blade and pulled out his gun. He didn't want to fire across the street, he'd hit something besides his target. He had to get Anderson onto his side of the street, before Anderson cut him down.
He found a clear shot to Anderson, and fired. The bullet hit the priest in the chest, but Bakura knew it did him little damage. He used the time it took for Anderson to regain his composure to slip away. He ran down an ally way and found an abandoned warehouse where he could hide. He slipped inside and hid in a dark corner.
(I know he'll be after me,) he thought. (It won't take him long to find me at all, so what should I do when he gets here?)
-I could always be of some assistance, - the spirit chimed in. -Let me have a go at him, and see how he fairs against a five thousand year old thief. -
-I don't know about that one, - Bakura said. -You've never faced someone like him before. -
-And I doubt he's ever faced someone like me, - the spirit spat. -I won't let him walk out of here, especially if we do this my way. -
-Why do I have a feeling the Shadow Realm has something to do with this? - Bakura mumbled.
-Because it does in every way, - the spirit said.
-All right, - Bakura said, -I'll let you go, but I don't want to end up in the Shadow Realm like last time. -
-We won't be the ones going to the Shadow Realm, - the spirit said. -He will. -
***
Author's Note: Man, just shy of ten pages again. I know the beginning, well most of it, is a bit sappy and boring, but next chapter should be interesting. Review me and tell me what you think.