Authors Notes: Don't look too much into this theme, ok? This is a result of watching too many Werewolf/Vampire flicks.
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Fandom: Yugioh
Characters: Yami Bakura/Malik Ishtar
Prompt: # 45: Moon
Word Count: 1,506
Rating: M
Warning (s): Au. Yaoi. No spoilers here. Violence. Fantasy/Supernatural.
Summary: The moon was at her full glory for most of the night; the beast was on the move and very active.
Chapter: 14/100
The tavern was mostly packed with the villagers huddled together for their evening meal. "It took out old Perkin's flock." A man at the bar mumbled into his drink; everyone around him fell silent to hear.
"Be thankful it was the sheep and not one of us." A man next to him spoke up; the conversation riled up most of the locals as each wanted to have their say.
Bakura ate his meal in the poorly lit corner, listening to the angry stories and the fearful comments. It wasn't the local's stories that brought Bakura into this hovel of an Inn tonight... or the food. He pushed away his bowl and the days old bread roll. It was the small group of nine men who made Bakura concerned.
"It's that time of the month again," The vampire muttered from across the table Bakura sat at. "How troublesome," Marik muttered crossing his arms over his chest and eyeing the drink that was placed before him with disgust.
"Do you think tonight is something to worry about?" Marik's sire spoke up leaning against him. "I would not want to cross these men anytime soon." Ryou gave the room a quick once over biting at his lip and pulling his hood up over his head, most of the men carried weapons Ryou did not wish to see up close or be around.
"You would have nothing to worry about Elf, if you took better company." Marik's dark eyes glowed in the low lighting as he raised them to meet Bakura's darker ones.
"There's nothing wrong with him." Bakura muttered then scoffed. "You call yourself better company Vampire?"
"Better than sharing my bed with a dog every night," Marik only growled back; his voice and body lacked any irritation.
"You want to take this outside bloodsucker," Bakura said as if he was pointing out a sudden rain.
"Fear not good people!" A burly man stood up, broad shoulders and chest, well muscled arms, a body that belonged to no farmer but something else. A mug in hand, he raised it to everyone in the tavern. "My men and I will take down this beast this very night and free you of its hellish nightmare." Everyone cheered around them bursting their morale. "I'll take his pelt and hang it on my wall!" The cheers roared drowning out Bakura's angry growl.
"A mob, fantastic, just fantastic," Ryou grabbed Marik's arm tightly as he stood. "We are taking our leave, now." Marik rose to his feet, wrapping an arm about his small sire. "An angry mob is a dangerous mob. Take care tonight Bakura." Ryou warned.
"See you in the next village Elf, if you survive." Marik said over his shoulder as they walked out of the tavern.
Bakura glanced out the window, to see the full moon rising in the clear night sky. Suddenly, there was a pained, frightened long drawn-out howl that shattered the night and made everyone quiver in fear; some fled the tavern rushing to the safety of their homes.
Another howl, this time it sounded like a warning that it was finally free and on the move just on the outskirts of the village.
Bakura rose gracefully to his feet, tugged his cloak about himself tightly, checked his weapons as he pulled his hood up over his head and walked out into the cold dark night, muttering to himself. "I hear you."
Bakura was the natural hunter, skilful and silent on his feet. He rushed through the forest outside the village. The moon was at her full glory for most of the night; the beast was on the move and very active. Bakura made sure to stay out of the way and unseen.
The group of nine men set bear traps and pits with spikes at the bottom; Bakura came in behind them and disarmed every trap they had set up and moved on. Destroying whatever they placed down to capture the Werewolf.
It was the bleating of a sheep, which got Bakura's attention and the smell of fresh blood on the downwind. The Elf turned cursing them angrily. The villages often set up traps to keep the beast away, but never had anyone used a live animal before.
Bakura was suddenly knocked off his feet and hit the ground hard; he glanced up to see the werewolf mindlessly bounding at full speed towards the sheep and most certainly his end. "MALIK STOP!" Bakura called out; it was too late.
The Werewolf slid; claws and jaws snatched up the lamb, and both fell through the ground into a pit. The group of men moved in swiftly crossbows aimed blindly into the pit and one after another, they shot arrows into the dark hole.
Bakura rushed in drawing his dagger and cut every man who stood in his way. The men turned their weapons from the pit to him. Suddenly, humans were being thrown left and right. "I told you he was troublesome." Marik remarked as he snatched up a human and retreated into the shadows.
Ryou leapt from one fallen man onto another, easily tackling the human that was twice his size to the ground. "Moon has almost set!" Ryou growled out. "The sunrise is upon us." Bakura running at such a speed fell to his side and slid between a man's feet and down into the hole as Ryou tackled the man.
If the Werewolf was too injured and retreated for the night along with the full moon, then the human... no, his Malik wouldn't survive.
Bakura hit the ground in a rain of dirt, levees and sticks. He knelt up, throwing his cloak off his back as well as the foliage and looked about for the beast. Spikes with sliver tips stood upright; each one a good six feet long. How did he miss this? It would have taken a few days to dig up, and he had patrolled the forest for the past few days to make sure nothing like this would be a threat.
A whine like grunt sounded on the other side of the man-made pit. Bakura rushed over; the Werewolf lay with a spike through his hind leg, shoulder and side. "Malik." Bakura whispered moving closer, only to leap back when the Werewolf lashed out with snapping jaws and growling.
Bakura backed up even more as the Werewolf lumbered up, standing at the full height of six and a half feet, with swinging claws it tore down every spike, before it turned on Bakura, towering over him and Bakura pined himself to the dirt.
Bakura didn't move; he didn't breathe. He had a few months ago got a full taste of those claws and fangs. A fight he almost lost to a confused Werewolf looking to mate with him. The Werewolf's ears flattened back as it lowered its head to sniff at the Elf. On full moon nights, Bakura not only set out to disarm traps, but kept the Werewolf from attacking the villagers.
The Werewolf was always hunting him, confused on why he smelt the Elf all over him and all through the forest. Bakura had to always keep moving on such moonlit nights. The last thing anyone wanted and that was to be... Bakura cried out as he was roughly grabbed and wrestled to the ground, razor-sharp fangs and claws tearing at his clothing cutting into his skin. "Get off!" Bakura grabbed at the spike still embedded in the Werewolf's leg and twisted it.
The beast howled and threw himself away, huddled on the ground licking its wound for a few moments. "Up here!" Marik reached down as far as he could to help the Elf out of the pit.
The Werewolf growled and lunged at Bakura again, only to fall to the ground in a heap and gave the most painful, horrific screams. The snapping of bones and the tearing of flesh, organs shifted and moved within as the larger body resized itself right before Bakura's eyes. Within moments, a naked, trembling body of smooth tan skin whimpered out soft sobs into the dirt as the pain ebbed away.
"The moon is gone." Bakura heard Ryou say above him. "The sun rises."
Bakura snatched up his cloak and rushed to his lover, falling to his knees and wrapping the younger up in his arms. "Bakura?" Malik opened light lavender eyes that were swimming in unshed tears. "Did I... Did I hurt you?"
"No," Bakura shook his head; he had a few minor scratches, and a few bites, but nothing would come of it since Bakura was a full-blooded Elf, he wouldn't turn into a beast like the one that hunted in the forest every month. Malik was so exhausted that he was already drifting off to sleep.
Bakura stood with Malik in his arms; he would be better prepared for the next full moon.
Malik is based on the old-style Werewolf, big, nasty and fast. Like I said, don't look too much into it, it was just something I came up for the Theme. R&R (love and cookies)