I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the affiliated characters. I do own Starlyte and the Dhampiri Clans, Hatuhukra and Fulira.

She was walking, like always, but this time it was different. She was on a battlefield, one that looked familiar, though she couldn't say why. There was a body lying at her feet, she bent down and drank, taking in the memories that were allowed her through the blood in dreams. Yes, now she remembered, it was five years ago at the battle between the two major clans of the dhampiri, the Fulira and the Hatuhukra. It was vicious battle, ending in the slaughter of the main populous of both clans. Only fifteen of the few thousand that went into the battle, survived, and Starlyte had been one of those fifteen.

She walked around, looking at the damage. It seemed that she had done more than enough. After all, being the only surviving member of your clan did have its pros and cons. You were proved the strongest but it also meant you were subject to more than your fair share of attacks after the wars. She was lucky to have slain the leader of the other clan that day.

She stepped into a familiar area, and watched, almost sadistically. There she was; her sword shone and her teeth gleamed in the last light of the setting sun. This was her favorite battle. Nevertheless, there was something that she felt she should remember about it though. The real Starlyte walked over to her counterpart, she was so young then. Barely thirteen and still she'd been a hell of an opponent. She smiled, admiring who she had been. Her finger moved to her chin and she searched for the wound she had received that day.

It wasn't there, and she was so sure that she had received the wound at sunset.

Something caught the corner of her eyes and she saw her counterpart go down. There was the attack. She stepped around her counterpart, knowing her brother would arrive soon and help her. She moved towards the attacker. He seemed to be able to see her, strange. He was a boy. A child merely, he was barely older than she had been. She knelt down next to him. His eyes looked up at her and she forced herself away from him. She ran and found herself facing the elder version of the boy.

The blue eyes that had grown to mean so much to her glowered at her, and she found herself backed against a tree. The man's hands landed on each side of her face and he moved to where he was pressed up firmly against her. His mouth twisted in a sneer as she gasped at the contact.

"Starlyte, ah, such a pretty name." those eyes lost none of their intensity. "You are a liar, you know that? You forgot to tell me that you were in that war, even when you knew I was a Hatuhukra."

"I had no idea you were in the war!" his hand came up and hit her across the face, leaving a gash. He bent over and gently licked the blood from the wound. She tried to force him off her, knowing that he'd bite her eventually, making it the painful bite. "Get off me!"

"How about no?" he pulled his face away from her. "You lied to me Starlyte. You lied, and I don't approve of lying." His eyes stared into her head; threateningly he grabbed her chin with two fingers and forced her to stare up at him, "Why lie to me, why Starlyte?"

"You're really talking to me, aren't you?"

"Yes, now why lie?"

"I'm telling the truth, I didn't know you were in that war!" she shouted as she felt her body convulse with the aversion to a member of another clan. As she caught Kaiba's eyes, something clicked in the dark recesses of her mind, "You shot me down! Did you forget about that, you bastard? You shot me down!" he backed away from her at her outburst, the knowledge he'd clearly forgotten about that etched onto his features. He leaned against a tree and just looked away from her.

"Gods," he brought up a hand to his eyes. "You're right, I did shoot you down," He chuckled, "and I started yelling you out. Nevertheless, you lived and I was an enemy. I hadn't even known it was you until a few minutes ago." He looked up and at her, his eyes tormented. "I was beside you the entire time. This dream is ours, our memories. I do feel . . . repentant about shooting you now, but we were only thirteen weren't we? We hadn't known what passion was." His words were rambles, but there was a sense made, one that Starlyte felt inclined to agree with. She nodded, and moved beside him.

"That war will have to be put behind us." His hand reached out to grabbed hers. She entwined her fingers in his.

"I fought on the side I did because they claimed to be relations of mine. The only ones I thought I had left besides Mokuba."

"I killed the main of them I know. I wasn't called The Fury of the Fulira Dhampiri for nothing."

"Correct. But, can we again be on good terms?" nodding she was pulled against him. His lips found hers and she returned the force at which he was kissing her. Her arms were around his neck. She couldn't stay mad at him. No, they'd shared too much history together: the war, the loss of loved ones, and now the immediate, and intimate, past.

Starlyte opened herself up to him and allowed him to drink from her mouth. She knew that he would let her go eventually, all did, but she hung on to him, desperate for the time she had with him now.

He pulled back and she felt his gaze upon her. Her eyes were closed, and a slight trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth. He smiled as the blood disappeared when he bent his mouth next to her lips. His eyes changed as she felt the familiar tug of consciousness. She was waking up.

A small smile escaped her lips as she nipped at him. Then she was sitting in her bed.