Yami Marik's POV:
I held her in my arms then, the blood still seeping from the bite I'd given her in that dream—as all mortals do, she thought dreams were harmless, that they couldn't hurt the dreamer or others.
How horribly mistaken she was. Ever since I was banished to the shadows, I lived in dreams—in the shadows of the unconscious waiting for the time I could escape my prison. Who would have thought it'd be this young, naïve girl who'd finally release me, providing me with a pathway to the living world?
Then again, it's usually the innocent that fall deepest into the darkness.
Just ask the 'good side' of my persona, the tomb-keeper who, with the help of the Pharaoh, banished me to the shadows.
It's still strange that this girl released me from my prison, I'd thought she'd have enough sense to block away the dreams I gave her—instead she lost herself in them every night. I felt her desire grow with each dream, felt her curious gaze turn to adoration then to lust.
I never met anyone who looked at me that way before, and I'm loathed to kill her—not until I get enough of that look to last.
I want her, I want to explore and ravage that petite body of hers of its innocence—cause her to writhe in pain, and maybe allow her some pleasure.
After all, I owe her for releasing me.
That's when I lean down to kiss her neck, savoring the blood adorning that pale skin. I slowly kiss and suck on her skin, making my way from her neck to her shoulder, my hands gripping tightly to her listless arms.
That's when she awakes; dazed at first, but then she pushes me away, her face still beautiful though it contorted in fear.
"Get away from me."
"No." I lean down against her, feeling the fire of temptation grow—I want to destroy her body and soul, and no one would stop me. "You're mine. You're mine and only mine."
"Please." She pushes me again, and punches me with dainty, weak fists. My excitement mounts with each act of desperate defiance; I can't wait to have her, to stifle that innocence burning within her.
"You're mine." I repeat and lean down to stifle her protests with my lips.
A/N: End of chapter for censorship reasons.