I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the affiliated characters. I do own Starlyte and the Dhampiri Clans, Hatuhukra and Fulira.
Starlyte opened her eyes as the moonlight streamed through the trees, it had cleared while she slept. She sat up and her hand went instinctively to her neck. The puncture wounds from Kaiba's bite were scarred over. She'd carry the mark the rest of her life, and she, for some strange reason, didn't mind. Standing, she let her hair loose from the hold it was in. The telltale bump at the back showed it had been slept in, but her hair hid the mark, at least for now.
She made her way through the forest. She left Kaiba in the clearing. She couldn't be there when he woke. It was still night and he had things he still needed to do. She wasn't about to stop him. She'd wait until the end of the tournament to approach him again. Until then though, she could amuse herself.
She moved the underbrush away from her. Some amateur duelists were going at it. She smirked to herself as she baited them both. They lost concentration too quick for her tastes, they were obviously tired, and so she searched for someone else to play with.
Coming upon no one, she made her way to the castle, the sun was just coming up over the horizon. She let her shield fall in place as she came within range of her brother's telepathy powers. 'Damn him. I can't think to hard about what happened between Kaiba and me or about Kaiba in general. But, at least it isn't boring in the castle. There is a sizeable library. I need to check out Kaiba's story.'
She entered, the guards bowing slightly, and walked towards her brother's study. It couldn't really be called a study because all it consisted of was a long table, Crochett's presence, her brother's favorite comics, and a television. She opened the door and saw her brother in his normal spot at the head of the table. A comic book lay open in front of him and she shuddered. Her brother acted like a child.
He still didn't see her, and with her shields up, he couldn't sense her. She came up behind him and set her sword at his neck. Her brother jumped slightly; being startled at the suddenness of the sharp edge and cold metal at his throat; and nicked his neck on the blade. The smell of the blood nearly drove Starlyte's senses wild, so, with as much control as she could muster, she wiped it off on her hand and brought it to her lips. Her sword found its sheath and she sat next to her brother. The blood was trickling down her hand and she was trying her best to get all of it.
"What brings you here, Starlyte?" her brother's voice was shaking slightly, and she grinned to herself. She loved being able to make her brother afraid, and blood absolutely terrified him.
"No reason Max! Can't your loving sister visit you once in a while?" Maximillion shook his head. "Oh well. I actually got bored on the island, no one to play with." Starlyte put her hands up in a fake mockery of her brother, "Now, that's just not right, no one to play my little games with." She smiled as she saw her brother's face start to heat up. "Oh, does Max not like that? Perhaps I should say something else," her voice stung Maximillion hard. She was copying his mocking childish voice to her own advantage. She smiled at him.
"Don't fool around Starry, you know I'm doing this for both of us. Cecilia could come back if we do this. We could . . ."
"Shut the hell up!" her tone wasn't joking anymore, "Just shut the hell up. I want Cecilia back, but not at the cost of other people's lives! Leave Mutou the hell alone, and leave the Kaibas the hell alone!" she stood, clearly pissed, and stalked out. She made her way to the library. She was mad at herself for letting her brother get to her like that, but she hated being called Starry, and the fact that her brother planned to use other people's lives just so he could bring back Cecilia war repulsive no matter how much a side of her wanted him to be able to complete his plans. 'I want her back, but not at the cost of three other lives. I only kill because it is necessary to live, but not my brother. He's blessedly free of the curse of being a dhampira, damn him, damn him to hell.'
Her footfalls echoed through the hallway and she changed her mind from going to the library. Her brother would think to look there for her first. She turned down a different hallway and flung the door to her room open. Starlyte pulled open one of her drawers and picked up a small doll. She let the last drop of her brother's blood fall on it, staining the fabric of the doll permanently. She jabbed three or four pins in just to relieve her anger, and upon hearing her brother's footsteps approaching outside her door, she jabbed a few more in.
A sadistic smile lit her face, but with every other pin she shoved in, it faltered more and more as she heard her brother's breathing become gasps. Starlyte pulled out all the pins then set the doll down and walked to the door. As she opened it, she saw her brother on his knees, gasping for air. His burgundy eye looked up at her and fear was evident in them.
"You think me weak don't you? You think me a coward for not dueling Mutou at the beginning, don't you? I am. I know it. I am weak, and I am a coward, but that is who I am Starlyte."
"Oh shut up Maximillion. I'm tired of your bull. I'm tired of your lies. You know damn well that neither of those attributes suits you. You are not weak and you are not a coward. You are though, a lying son of pig, and a sneaky ass. Now, get up off the floor, and go do whatever it is you do. Yank off or stare at Cecilia's picture, I don't care. I don't want her back now. I have something else, and she knew this would happen! You cannot deny her sight. So, leave my doorway you godless son of a pig, and leave me be for the remainder of this tournament of yours." She slammed the door and heard her brother stand. His footsteps faltering down the hall and she could sense the unease of his mind. She smiled to herself and lay down on her bed. She'd sleep while she could.
This time she invited her dreams.