Annzy: Hey ya'll! I'm back! And here with another installment of "A Vampire Story!" Sorry to say, only two people voted… SO! That means that it's either a tie, Bakura wins, or Marik wins, stay tuned to find out which one it is! Or you could read the comments…

?: Hold on a second there Annzy, just what do you think you're doing?

Annzy(Pales upon hearing that voice): Oh no…it isn't…Bakura?

Bakura: Why yes, it is, and I'm not alone.

Marik: That's right!

Annzy: Oh! H-hey, guys! W-what are you doing here? I th-thought you were busy…

Marik: We were, but then we found out about that little 'bet' you thought up.

Annzy(gulps): O-oh! Ya-you heard about that huh?

Bakura: Prepare to die a slow and painful death by knives!

Annzy: NOOOOOO! (I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Chapter 6: Pharaoh?

When Bakura finally made it to his house, he plopped the still drunk Marik on his bed and then brought a bucket for Marik to puke in. He closed the door after that and then went to go read A Vampire Story. It was a pretty interesting book. It was about this guy who lived to serve others. He worked in one of those places that helped people find jobs and he was always kind, considerate, and always wore a smile on his face.

He made Bakura want to vomit.

On the weekends he read to and played with orphans, he donated his time and money to charities and he lived very modestly. He found happiness in the simplest things, like the sunrises in the morning, and nature.

This guy made Bakura want to throw the book out the window.

If the guy ever had any problems he wouldn't bother others with them because he felt people had enough sorrow in their lives already. Also, he runs an advice column in a magazine and his advice always helps people. Whenever he gets thanked for his advice, he says don't mention it because he doesn't think he deserves the praise.

Bakura felt like slamming his head down on the table until blood came out. This is unrealistic, how could anyone live this way? Honestly, the only thing that kept him reading was because he wanted to see what his host had written.

In the middle of the book, the main character was bitten by a vampire. Now Bakura was more interested. The guy was bitten when he heard someone moaning in the woods lat at night. He thought that someone was in pain so he went to go help them. When he got inside the woods, he found what appeared to be a person with third-degree burns on his leg. Main-Character Man went to go help the man, but suddenly, the man bit his neck. Main Character Man could feel blood seeping out his neck, and he could feel pain coming in. He could feel an unbearable pain coming from his heart and spreading to every part in his body. When it reached his head he felt like a spike had been driven through his brain, and he could no longer see anything except black and streaks of purple.

Vampire Venom.

The vampire was an inexperienced vampire and didn't realize that he was releasing Vampire Venom and turning him into a vampire. So, when he drank enough blood to heal his burns, he was going to go walk away. But something made him stop, it was the way the blood tasted, it was sweet, not tainted with anything like alcohol or drugs, the vampire wondered why this man had never taken drugs or alcohol because it seemed like every person he's ever drunk had been tainted in some way(whether it be physical or mental).

Then, the vampire heard the man scream out in pain. He turned to look, and realized that he had released some Vampire Venom while drinking the poor chap. He figured this was probably a good man, and decided to stay and help him realize all the perks of becoming a vampire, because It was a huge change. One wrong move and bam you're burned like crispy bacon.

Anyway, when Hanashima(Main Character Man) woke up, he felt better than he had ever felt before. He looked at his hand, it was still the same color as before, but it felt unnaturally cold. As if his insides were frozen. He could still feel his heart beat, but more faintly, as if he didn't have enough blood. He sat up and looked around him, and saw the strange man from last night sitting in front of him. The vampire smiled and said, "Good, you're awake." It was then that Hanashima noticed that he didn't have his burns anymore.

"Y-you're leg…" he said.

"Oh, yeah, you healed me, do you remember?"

"Um," Hanashima thought, and remembered the guy sucking his blood through his neck, and he remembered the pain, oh so much pain. He looked at the guy and said, "Did you…"

"Yes, I sucked blood out of your neck and that healed me. You see I'm a vampire, and now so are you."

"What?" At first, Hanashima was very panicked, he had no idea how he was going to live now. He would have to quit his job since he could no longer go into the sunlight, he would have to stop going to the orphanage since they didn't allow visitors past 8:00 PM unless you have an appointment to adopt a child, he could still do the advice column, but how was he going to pay for a house without and money? He wouldn't get any more questions through mail because he would no longer have a house to receive mail to.

But what made him feel really terrible was the fact that he could no longer help people in the way that he used to and that now he would actually have to drink people's blood! He felt sick at the thought, whenever he thought of drinking blood he felt nauseas and weak. The vampire tried to cheer him up by telling him about some of the perks about being a vampire, like your sense were stronger than ever before, you no longer felt the cold or the heat, you would never get sick (being burned is an entirely different story) in fact you could never get drunk either.

Bakura already knew this information, which is why he knew he wouldn't be drunk at the bar last night. The vampire also told Hanashima that the way you could tell if you were thirsty was by this mark. He showed him the mark that was on the palm of his hand. He told him that the redder the mark got, the more thirsty you were and that his mark was probably in a different location. It turns out his mark was on his chest, and it was deep red. Hanashima started freaking out about drinking blood again, and the vampire tried to calm him down again. Bakura was intrigued now, because he knew that this was the type of vampires he needed to be researching about. He kept reading, but the book was starting to get boring.

But then Bakura read on further, and found out some more perks of becoming a vampire.

One was that you could erase the memory of humans. This was for survival purposes so that you could erase the minds of your victims. Bakura had never known this. Whenever he drank someone he usually made it looked like they had fallen asleep on a park bench or passed out and hoped they thought they had dreamed the whole thing. Bkaura wanted to test this out right away, but he knew he should keep reading.

He learned that vampires can seep into the shadows and even control a person's body while in the shadow. While you're in shadow-form, you won't get burned by the sunlight as well.

He learned that vampires can turn into bats and cats and in this way vampires usually go outside to get from place to place. This also made it easier to sneak up on your victims.

Bakura learned that he was ten times as strong as he was before his change and that he could run ten times as fast and not get tired. (He already knew about the fast thing, just not about the strong thing. Though now that he thought about it he could have guessed that he was super strong.)

Then he learned the most intriguing thing of all.

He learned that if you drink the blood of someone who speaks a different language fluently, that you would also be able to speak that language fluently. This shocked Bakura very much. How is that possible? he thought. He figured that it might be for survival purposes again. If you were a foreigner from a different country, you wouldn't want people to be suspicious of you, and if you speak their language then that helped. Then Bakura thought of something.

What if I drank Marik's blood?

Marik had told him that he spoke almost every language fluently, if he drank Marik's blood, then he should be able to speak the same languages and hardly put any effort towards learning them. Bakura smiled mischievously, but then he thought of something that scared him.

How the heck did my host know all this stuff?

No one should know that vampires exist except vampires, so how did his host know all this information? Or did he just make it up? No, how could you guess the mark right? Maybe…it was just coincidence, after all, Bakura had no proof that these other vampire powers actually worked, he was just taking the book's word for it. But what if they were all true…? Bakura's head started to hurt.(1) Thinking about how his host knew this stuff was confusing, especially since he was positive that Ryou hadn't met any vampires before he got bitten. Bakura told himself that he wouldn't believe in any of these new vampire powers until he tried them out. However, he was a bit reluctant to test them out because if they were all true then…

Bakura's thoughts were interrupted when he heard his bedroom door open and Marik came out groaning. Bakura smirked and put down his book.

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty, sleep well?" Bakura asked with fake sweetness.

Marik glared at him. "No, I did not sleep well, thanks to you."

"You don't need to thank me."

"I threw up eight times. Eight! do you know how unpleasant throwing up is?"

"Not really."

"And I have a killer headache, in fact I can barely hear you."

"That's okay, I tend to just tune out what you're saying anyway."

"What?"

"Nothing." Marik walked to the fridge and poured himself a glass of water.

"You know what the worst part is?" he asked, "I can't remember a thing from last night. Nothing! All I remember is you switching the drinks, and poof - no more memory!" He slammed the fridge.

Bakura gripped the edge of his book tightly, "You don't remember anything from last night?"

"Nope, why should I?"

Bakura remembered that Marik kissed him on the cheek (causing his face to turn pink) and bit his bottom lip, "No, just wondering if you remembered singing in front of everyone."

Marik groaned, "I sang? On that stage?"

Bakura smirked, "Yup, you sounded terrible by the way." (LIES!)

Marik groaned again and sat down, "Ugh, I feel like crap and know I find out I sang in front of people? My day can't get any worse."

"Yup, your life sucks, which reminds me, ready for our little bet?"

Marik glared at Bakura, "Do I look like I'm ready for our bet?"

Bakura chuckled, "You don't look any worse than you normally look."

Marik sighed, "My head hurts, we'll do the bet later."

"Fine, I'll go get the cards." Bakura stood up to go get the deck of playing cards in his room.

Marik took a sip of water, and then smirked thinking of something, "You know Bakura, I'm just wondering, how did I get home and wind up on your bed last night?"

Bakura froze in the hallway, but then shrugged.

"I seem to remember a certain fluffy-haired albino telling me he wasn't going to help me find my way home if I got drunk."

Bakura turned to look at Marik, "You know Marik, you keep telling me my hair is fluffy, are you trying to tell me something?" Bakura walked away leaving an angry Marik in the kitchen.

He walked through the hallway until he reached his closed bedroom door. He turned the knob and started to walk inside, but instantly recoiled and fell on his back. He screamed in total agony and was writhing on the floor in pain because the sun had just hit his arms and face.

Marik had left the blinds open.

Bakura felt very weak, and death even crossed his mind for one moment, but then he felt cool hands put him up into a sitting position.

"Bakura!" He heard Marik say. Bakura didn't open his mouth for fear of screaming again. "Ah man…Bakura, you'll have to drink my blood." Bakura opened his eyes, (for he had closed them when the sun hit him) and looked at Marik. He didn't know if he would be able to open his mouth without it hurting, but he knew that if he drank the blood the pain would go away…

For some reason, he felt reluctant to drink Marik's blood, but he got over it when his arm dropped to the floor and a new wave of pain shot through him like lightning.

Bakura leaned forward and started to drink Marik's blood from his neck.

Once Bakura had tasted Marik's blood, he was sincerely shocked. Never had he tasted blood that was so delicious, so tantalizing, so desirable… He found himself wanting more and more and more still, but at the same time, he wanted to pull away, to stop himself from draining the pathetic mortal that had actually offered a vampire to drink their blood.

Meanwhile, Marik could feel all his blood going through his neck and began to get pale and weak. His vision started to fade in and out, he feared that Bakura might drink all of his blood. His life started to pass before his eyes, and luckily, it was only his happy memories, which means he didn't see his father before he died. Despite the dizziness, Marik smiled at that thought, and then promptly passed out.

Bakura finally stopped sucking the blood when he felt the body before him go limp. He looked at the almost-dead body before him and thought two words: Oh shit.

He picked up the body and placed it on the couch (he would have placed him on the bed, but the sun was still there). Bakura bit his lip, he had absolutely no clue what to do for him. He couldn't call the ambulance because they would want to know the cause of death, and it's not like he could say, "I'm a vampire and I almost sucked him dry and I might do the same to you, please cure him." Of course he probably wouldn't have said 'please' but you get the point. Also, they would probably open all the blinds and burnt him to a crisp.

Bakura went into the kitchen and got some juice from the fridge. Juice has sugar in it, you need sugar to help make more blood right? At least I think that's how it goes… He grabbed a syringe(2) from his kitchen drawer, sucked the juice inside it, and then he injected it into the blonde's arm. He waited patiently for Marik to get up, but that was too infuriating, as the saying goes, "A watched Marik never wakes up."

Bakura sat down on the couch next to Marik and turned on the TV. It was on some cartoon channel with a rabbit saying "Nyah, what's up doc?" to some guy with a gun. But Bakura wasn't really paying attention to the TV, no, he was using his vampire hearing to listen to any difference in Marik's heart beat, or his breathing, or if he moves. And he was also thinking about why Marik's blood was so dang delicious. He didn't look delicious.

Yes he does, some part of his mind said. Bakura's cheeks turned a little pink, but he shook his head and got angry. He hated it when his mind thought of things he didn't want to think about. He tried to focus on the TV, but at that moment Marik's arm moved.

All of Bakura's attention was on Marik now. He turned off the TV and kept waiting, waiting for his hand to move, waiting for him to not look so pale, waiting for him to say "Hey" or something, anything.

After waiting for what seemed like 5,000 years, Marik's eyes began to open.

"Hnnnn, I feel weak…" Marik said in that slightly whining voice of his. Bakura was feeling two very contradictory emotions right now, relief and anger, so his voice came out in a sort of annoyed yet caring tone.

"At least your awake now though."

Marik tried to smile, but only succeeded in turning the corners of his mouth up, "Thanks for caring 'Kura."

The name "'Kura" reminded Bakura of last night again. For a second, Bakura was frozen in fear. For a second, he thought Marik remembered what had happened last night. For a second, he felt like kissing him on the lips. Wait, what?

After thinking that Marik did not remember the events of last night, Bakura finally answered with an angry, "Don't call me that," and stood up and walked away to digest his many thoughts.

Marik just lay on the couch, too weak to move, wishing that he didn't feel so weak right now. It brought back too many painful memories from his childhood.

After a while, Marik felt a lot better, in fact, he felt better than he had before he got bitten. His headache was completely gone. He smiled, "Hey Bakura! My headaches gone!"

"I don't care," came the careless, unfocused reply.

"And my memory's starting to return!"

This caught Bakura's attention.

"I'm starting to remember singing on that stage…man, what was I singing? I don't remember that…Wait, I'm getting something else…"

Bakura held his breath, eyes wide.

"…Nope, never mind, it's gone. Dang, thought I had something. I feel like an amnesia patient, hey Bakura, if a vampire drinks someone's blood does the human feel better afterwards?"

Trying to hide the relief in his voice, he responded, "I've never heard of such a thing, but I do wonder…" Then he remembered the book he had read a while ago. "Hey Marik, in the book I was reading-"

"You mean the one by Ryou?" Marik interrupted.

"Yes," Bakura said impatiently, "It said that vampires can learn any language if they drink blood from a person who knows that language fluently."

Marik didn't get it at first and was going to ask, "What's you're point?" when the point hit him like a collision with a plane. "…You mean, you think you can speak all the languages I learned?" Bakura nodded. "Say something in…French."

Bakura spoke in French: "Hello. Wow, that's weird."

"Cool! Now say something in…Spanish."

Bakura spoke in Spanish: "Hello. Again, weird."

"Awesome! now say something in English."

Bakura spoke in English: "Hello, how long is this stupid test going to go on for? It's obvious I can speak all the languages you know now."

"Yeah, okay, what else did the book say?" Marik said in English.

Bakura tossed Marik the book. "Why don't you read the book and find out?"(3) he said in Japanese.

Marik looked at the book. "…Maybe later."

Bakura laughed, and then said, "Go close the blinds in my room so that I can get my deck of playing cards."

Marik got up to do what was asked of him, glad that Bakura wasn't keeping his word and killing him for touching the blinds. He walked into Bakura's room, closed the blinds, and before he could go ask Bakura where his deck was, Bakura was in the room and grabbing the deck from his bedside table drawer.

He wore a smirk and said, "Are you sure you want to humiliate yourself Marik? We could always cancel the game, I mean, if you want to."

Marik shook his head and matched Bakura's smirking expression. "The only one who will be humiliated is you, when I make you wear the goofiest pink dress I can find."

They walked to the table, set up the game, and started playing poker.

"… I can't believe I lost…"

"Believe it."

"I thought I was winning."

"Obviously you weren't."

"…You won't make the dress too embarrassing, will you?"

"Oh, I can guarantee you that it will be the most embarrassing dress in the world."

"Do I really have to call you Bakura-san now? It sounds weird with the "san" there."

"You were the one who insisted on the "san" thing."

"Yeah, well, I thought I'd win…" Bakura laughed, he had just won the bet and was enjoying every second of it. He was wondering when he should shoot the little video, he'd probably do it when it was least expected…

Marik was a little depressed, he could just imagine Bakura picking out the most ridiculous dress and making him wear it in a bar or in some other random place where a bunch of guys hang out. He sighed, and then (when he caught a glimpse of Bakura's library book) he remembered what he thought he had seen at the library.

"Hey Bakura I-er, Bakura-san, I think I saw a Millennium Item yesterday."

Bakura stopped his laughing and got serious. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were busy getting a library card, besides, I went looking for it and couldn't find the person who had it."

Bakura stared at him, "Marik, if you actually did see a Millennium Item, then we need to start searching for it."

"I know, but we don't even know where to start, and you can't go out in the sunlight. At least not without a ton of sun-block. And I mean the good stuff, not that crappy stuff that doesn't work."

Bakura glared at Marik, "You know darn well that sun-block won't do a damn thing, but if I could cover up all of my flesh, then that would do it."

"You could wear a trench coat, you know, those ones with the collar that goes all the way up? And you could wear one of those detective hats. And sunglasses, let's not forget those."

"…Marik I'll look like a stalker."

"And your point is?" Marik ducked when a carefully aimed book came flying at his head.

A while later Marik and Bakura were walking down the street. Bakura dressed in black pants, wearing a black trench coat, with a black detective-looking hat, and a pair of cool sunglasses. Bakura felt ridiculous, but he knew it was necessary, and he was irritated because part of him wanted to drink the delicious liquid that was Marik's blood right now, and another part of him was making sure that nothing was going to hurt Marik. He tried to focus on finding the Millennium Item, but his thoughts always turned back to Marik's blood, and is new-found over-protectiveness. He was pretty sure that if someone had talked to him just then that he would turn to them and snarl.

Marik on the other hand, was, shockingly, focusing on trying to find the Millennium Item. He was searching around constantly for a hint of gold, or the eye symbol, but hasn't finding anything. The street was packed and he didn't even know if it was on this street. He was beginning to feel frustrated too, and it didn't help matters when they passed "Around the Block."

He walked on muttering to himself, and then he saw a glint of gold out of the corner of his eye. He turned to that direction; the sudden movement snapped Bakura out of his thoughts.

"What is it?" Bakura asked.

"I think the Millennium Item is this way…" He turned to the left and started walking. Bakura followed, and then he saw a pyramid-shaped golden necklace with the Millennium eye symbol on it. It was around the neck of this short kid with purple, black, and golden hair twice the size of his head. It spiked up and in all different directions, but that wasn't as shocking as the fact was that Bakura had seen him before.

5,000 years ago.

As the Pharaoh in ancient Egypt.

(1): My version of Vampires may not get sick, but they can still feel headaches and bruises and things like that [though they don't hurt as much], they just can't get infected by any thing like germs or alcohol.

(2): Don't ask me how he got that thing…

(3): From now on, Japanese sayings will be the normal text.

English will be in italicized text. (This will also be thought, but you'll figure our which is which.

And any other language will be in italicized and bolded text. I will specify which language they speak before the words, so don't worry. And if I forget to specify a language, use your creativity and make one up.

NOTES: …I know the whole "Marik's blood" thing sounds like Twilight, but it actually has something to do with Bakura's mark that I'm planning on later on in the story… So yeah.

Annzy:…For those of you who can't see me right now, I'm am tied to a chair in a dark closet with many cuts on my arms, legs and cheeks. I am slowly bleeding to death…. But not to worry! I made Bakura promise that if I die (or fall into a coma) that he would continue the story.

Bakura: How do I get myself into these messes?

Marik: Stop complaining! You're not the one who has to wear a dress…

Bakura: It was your idea.

Marik (sighs): Whatever, at least Halloween is almost here.

Bakura: Yeah. Right.

Marik: Hey Annzy, why can't I read certain parts of the chapter? Like you wouldn't let me read the ending of episode 6.

Annzy(through the closet door and smirking): Why don't you ask Bakura?

Bakura: …Well, look at the time, good bye everyone!

Marik: Hey! I want an answer!

Bakura: Join us next time for A Vampire Story. Will I let Marik read the ending of chapter 6? (probably not) Will I kill the pharaoh? (Sadly, Annzy won't let me) And will my crazy mark be explained? (No, no not yet, at least that's what Annzy thinks.)

Annzy: …You just answered those all of those dramatic questions… Ah well, CHAU FOR NOW!