Tate: bugger off.
Jadira:#growls# Shut up. Sorry everyone! That's my muse, Tate. He's a pain.
#glares # Anyway…I'm new to this, so I'm a bit lost as to how I do this…sweatdrop So to explain a bit, the gang (excluding the girls) are vampires. They can communicate telepathically. That's all for now. I hope you enjoy it!
Tate: I doubt it.
Jadira: hmph. Whatever.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh. :.( Chapter One: Forgotten Hunger"Kura?" the whisper sounded in his sleep.
"Kuraaa?" the voice sounded impatient. Bakura grunted and rolled over in his sleep.
"Kuuuraaa?" the voice was getting annoying. Still, Bakura ignored it. Half a second later, he suddenly got his arms full of dark tan skin and platinum blonde hair. He gasped as his breath was literally blasted from his lungs.
"Dammit Marik, what do you want?" Bakura asked, trying to blink the sleep from his eyes. He looked down into dark lavender eyes.
Marik pouted at him and crossed his muscled arms across his chest. "Well I'm sor-ry I woke you from your precious beauty sleep."
Bakura smiled. "No, I'm sorry. You just startled me, that's all. But seriously, why did you wake me up?"
"I'm hungry Kura!"
Bakura's jaw dropped. "Hungry? You woke me up because you're hungry?" He fell back so he was lying on the bed once more. "So go cook something," he muttered.
"Ha ha that's so funny Bakura. You know what I mean. We're all hungry,' Marik replied.
Bakura groaned. "Yes, I know. But we can't keep going into the village and drinking from them. They're bound to notice eventually if people keep disappearing."
"But Kura, I had a brilliant idea!" cried Marik. Bakura stared at him.
"Okay fine! Kaiba had a brilliant idea. He thinks we should only drink from the criminals at the jail. They're going to die anyway."
Bakura frowned. He didn't like the thought of that. They were still people after all, not just criminals.
(Yes I know Bakura.) Bakura jumped at the sound of Marik's voice in his mind. (But we need to feed. We've been doing this for thousands of years. You should be okay with it by now.)
((Alright, fine. What time is it anyway?)) He thought back, communicating telepathically.
"I dunno. About three-ish I guess. When can we go?" asked Marik, speaking aloud.
"Tonight. We'll go when it's dark."
"But we can go now if we wear those cloaks. They'll protect us from the sun."
"But Marik-"
"Come on Kura. Please? Pwetty pwease?" Marik stared up at Bakura, putting on his best puppy face. "Pwease?" he begged.
Bakura squirmed. Marik's puppy face always worked, and he knew it. After a moment of trying to ignore the big, suddenly tear filled eyes, Bakura caved. "Oh very well!" he cried. "Go get the others. And make sure you all wear your cloaks."
"YES!" Marik cheered as he raced out of the room he shared with Bakura.
Bakura shook his head and crawled out of bed.
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Twenty minutes later, he made his way to the front hall of their large mansion, where he was met by seven people wearing long black cloaks. "You all hungry?" he asked, still tired.
They all nodded. "Then let's go. But remember, don't let the sun touch your skin."
"Yes mom," joked a tall vampire named Yami. Bakura snarled at him, showing one pointed fang.
"Bakura, we get it already! Can we go? Me an' Seto are starvin'!"
"No kidding Jou, we all are," Bakura replied. "Shall we?" he asked, mock-bowing to the door. As they all left the house for the stables, Bakura hung back and waited for Marik.
"Hey Kura?"
"Yes Marik?"
"Can we get some drinks while we're in town? We don't get out enough."
"Marik…"
"Please? Please please please please please?"
Bakura smiled again. "Fine. If it makes you happy."
"Thank you!" Marik stood on his tiptoes and kissed Bakura full on the mouth. Bakura kissed him back. It became a battle of tongues, neither giving in to the other.
"Come on you two, or we'll never get there!" a voice floated back to them.
Bakura broke the kiss and glared in the general direction the voice had come from. "Shut up Yami!" A chorus of laughter echoed towards them. "And you Yugi!" Together they raced to the stable to get their horses.
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After half an hour, they finally reached the town. Staying careful so as not to burn their skin, they didn't remove the cloaks as they walked to the jail.
Upon entering, they found the guard asleep. "Pathetic," muttered Kaiba.
"Aw come on Seto. Don't be mean," said Jou, snuggling up to Kaiba.
"Will you two cut it out We're here for food. One for four each ought to do it right?" whispered Bakura.
"I don't know. Marik's pretty hungry, and Jou never meets a meal he doesn't want to eat." A soft voice spoke from the shadows beside Marik. He jumped.
"Shit Ryou, don't do that!"
Ryou bowed his head in apology. "Sorry," he said. The person next to him laughed, his light lavender eyes sparkling with mirth.
"Oh bug off Malik." Marik pouted again. Bakura rolled his eyes.
"Let's just get in, eat, and get out," he said forcefully.
"OK, OK…jeez…"
"Seto, Yami, Jou, Yugi, you guys go that way," he pointed left down the cool stone corridor. "Marik, Ryou, Malik? Follow me." He turned right. "Meet back here when you're finished."
They all smirked and left, soon fading into the darkness.
At the end of the hall, Bakura stopped before a cell with only one person in it. He smirked again. "Perfect." He stepped closer to the cell. The man looked up at them, his limp black hair falling into his eyes.
"Who the hell are you?" he demanded, his voice hoarse.
"It doesn't matter who we are," said Marik. He grabbed the bars of the cell's door. With one mighty heave of his muscles, he pulled it right off the hinges. The metal protested loudly as he leaned the now broken door against the wall. Bakura stepped into the cell, closely followed by Ryou and Malik.
As they neared the man, they could see the fear in his eyes. "So…who gets the first bite " asked Bakura.
Malik glanced at Marik. He smirked. "Maybe we should let Marik…he's practically drooling."
Ryou and Bakura laughed. Marik glared at him. "You'd be hungry too if you hadn't fed for days! This village is too small. We can't eat as often as we need to."
"Don't we know it," murmured Ryou.
"Can we just eat please?" interrupted Bakura.
The man looked absolutely terrified now. "E-eat what?" he stammered, voice shaky. "W-what are you tallkin' about?"
The four ignored him. Marik stood directly in front of the trembling prisoner. An evil leer crossed his face as he clamped one hand over the man's mouth to muffle his screams. Malik and Ryou each held one of his arms, and Bakura stood next to Marik. The man struggled futilely against the hands holding him still.
Marik opened his mouth and hissed, showing off two sharp, pointed fangs. He bent his head to the man's neck and paused. "Finally," he whispered.
The man screamed, or tried to, as Marik's teeth bit into his flesh, drawing blood. Marik eagerly lapped up the red liquid. As soon as he did, Bakura bit into the other side of his neck, while Ryou and Malik attacked his wrists.
Eventually, as the four vampires drank his blood, the man's body went limp. Marik shoved the corpse to the floor. "Ugh! That blood was foul!" he exclaimed, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
Bakura full agreed. "Perhaps it was because he's a criminal."
Malik nodded. "You're probably right."
Bakura glanced into a corner of the cell. "Ryou?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. "Are you alright?"
The younger vampire sat on the floor, head in hands. "That was horrible. Let's find some purer blood or something to wash it out."
Marik grinned evilly. Bakura groaned-he didn't like that sly look. "What now Marik?"
"We should go to the bar. The alcohol will help wash out the nasty blood."
Bakura rolled his eyes. "I should have known you would drag alcohol into this somehow." Malik and Ryou snickered. "Very well Marik, we'll go. Though I don't see why you feel the need to indulge in liquor- we don't need to drink like mortals do."
Marik made a face at him. "I don't know, it's just nice to enjoy it once in a while."
"Fine. Let's meet up with the others and get going," Bakura replied.
They made their way back down the dark hallway. When they reached the meeting point, Bakura sighed. No one else was there. "How long does it take?" he muttered to himself.
"Give it up Bakura. Quit trying to sound all tough. It' quite sad." A voice came from behind Bakura.
Bakura smirked. "Too bad it's not an act, eh Kaiba?"
The others stepped out from the darkness. Jou was still licking the blood from his lips. "That was nasty," he said, mouth finally blood free.
"No shit. We're going to get some drinks to wash it out," replied Bakura.
"Sweet!" Jou shouted.
"Shut up!" Kaiba hissed, covering Jou's mouth with his hand. Yami and Yugi smirked.
"Let's just get out of here before we get caught," said Ryou.
"Agreed," said Bakura. "Let's go to the bar. Now."
Kaiba rolled his eyes. "How many times are you going to say that before we actually leave?"
They all laughed. "After you," Bakura replied, bowing to the door. Kaiba left with a dramatic swish of his long black cloak, soon followed by the others.
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Jadira: whew! #Wipes sweat from forehead# Glad I'm finally done! This is actually only part of the first chapter, but it's too long so I'll post the next part soon.
Tate: Wow.
Jadira: You thought it was that good? Aww…
Tate: No, I thought it sucked.
Jadira: Meanie. I like it.
Tate: You're demented.
Jadira: Anyway, See the pretty purple button at the bottom of the page? Click it…You want to click the button…R&R, I live for 'em!
Tate: You need a life. Seriously.
Jadira: Go away.