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 stood up. Her dreams were not the likes of anything she'd ever experienced before. Her mind found a quote by Oscar Wilde that almost sounded like what she felt with her dreams, 'A cigarette is the perfect type of perfect pleasure. It is exquisite and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?' Yes, but in her case it was her dreams. She felt like there was something truly missing from her dreams. She knew what it was. Her body wanted his arms, in realism, to hold her. Not an image sent out by his mind to invade her dreams. She wanted him to hold her and to kiss her as he did in her dreams, as they did the night before. It was a want that was foreign to her, and she embraced it fully, not caring of the effects.
She shook her head, trying to clear her mind, as she made her way to the walk-in closet in the room. She glanced over her wardrobe. She spied an article of clothing she had forbidden anyone to touch hidden under countless other pieces. She reached for it; it smelled of the dusty scent of old clothing. She smiled as she pulled it from the rack and walked to her bed. She lay the clothing down and just stared at it.
It still lay in its plastic wrap, and she made quick work to remove it. The outfit then lay, shining on her black coverlet. The silver top was low-cut. The bottom hem ended right at the top of her pants when she wore it. The sleeves fell off her shoulders. The edges of the sleeves ran down the back of her arms in a slant to where it ended high up her arm at one spot, and at her wrist in another, kept down by a band of elastic. The pants were a pitch black with silver threads lining the edges and seems. They hugged her hips and felt as though she wore nothing. She knew she would turn some heads in this outfit. She always did.
She pulled on the clothing, rushing slightly, and then strapped on her sword at her hip. She brushed her hair out, and then pulled the main of it, except her silver streaks, into a loose ponytail at the crown of her head. The streaks she curled and let them hang at the corner of her eyes. They only came down to her temple and were barely half an inch thick. But whatever she tried, she couldn't be rid of them. They weren't white-silver either. They were silver-silver, shining when the sun caught them.
She walked out of her room and made her way to the dining room. She opened the door and spied her brother. She walked over to his left and sat down. His eye widened at the sight of her apparel, but he said nothing, not wanting a repeat of yesterday. A tray was set down in front of Starlyte and she began to eat. Normal food was okay to her, but it didn't compare to the taste of the newest person's blood she had the pleasure of tasting. She licked her lips at the memory.
Pegasus looked at her, his eye betraying his thoughts. He was confused at his sister's antics; that was certain. He knew her too well to know that the food wasn't what had made her lick her lips, and a far-away look was replacing her menacing glare. He just kept her in the corner of his eye, trying to understand the sudden change in her personality.
'Starlyte holds a grudge for a long time and her anger towards me shouldn't have subsided already. But she's wearing that outfit. She'd told me that only under dire, or special, circumstances would she ever wear that again.' and he was right to worry and think that. He lifted his fork to him mouth and saw Starlyte move her fingers up to her neck. That's when he realized everything.
'Dammit, how could I miss that? She's been bitten by a dhampira. She chose to let him. Just who though? It couldn't be of the Fulira clan, and she hates the Hatuhukra clan. Whoever it is must be on my island. Dammit, who could it be?' he turned his head fully towards Starlyte. "Starlyte, where did you get that mark? Whose is it?" her neck snapped up and her eyes flared up in anger.
"What? What do you mean Maximillion? What mark?" she pulled her hair to cover the mark on her shoulder.
"This one," He reached over and pulled her hair away from her neck. The mark shown clearly on her pale skin and she stilled her movements. "Where did you get it? I know enough of dhampiri to know that it's a bite mark; one that was given under your consent, no less."
"Well, you want to know who? Then read my mind. Find a way past my barriers and then you'll see who it is." She stood, and left. Pegasus just stared at her departing figure more than just a little confused by her words. He turned his head when she was finally gone from sight and let it bother him no more. He'd find out, and she'd let him know who it was too. He smiled to himself and picked up one of his comic books.