RFYLH: Me again. I just got inspiration to continue this and I know it is short but I'm hoping it is short an sweet!
Warnings: Well I guess I should have put this up earlier but there is....Violence, cussing, vampires, werewolfs, etc. I personally think this is a perfectly fine fic and doesn't need warnings but I put one up just cause.
music listened to while writing: I never write without music unless in class, on tests (YUCK!!!), or stuck in an airless room with no computer, or light for that matter. (yes my room is a little airless but it has a computer! :)) Anyways I listened to: Haunted: by Evanescence, The Sharpes Lives by My Chemical Romance, and House of Wolves also by My Chemical Romance.
RFYLH: Okay, now that thats off my chest, please enjoy the fic, chapter 2! And REVIEW!!!
The darkness was a cloak that settled upon the world's shoulders that kept out the sun. The cloak was getting old and worn though because holes littered the thing and little pinpoints of light shone through. A particularly hole filled area was what the human's liked to call the milky way and tonight it was shinning its light brighter than ever making the hunt that began on the Earth easier to see.
Two mythical beings, a werewolf with shimmering white fur and a vampire with ivory fangs peeking out of his lips, ran at a break-neck speed right on the heels of their prey. Their prey was two young boys that Bakura, werewolf, and Marik, vampire, had met in the park, unfortunately. Well, it was for the prey but the predators were pretty darn happy about it.
The two boys ahead of them rounded another corner in the infinite maze of buildings being temporarily lost from sight but when the two behind them caught up; they almost ran into each other. It was a dead end.
Marik immediately fell upon the first boy he caught up with, blood-lust making him twice as eager. He leaned down next to the boy's throat waiting for his teeth to lengthen impatiently.
Marik heard a startled 'ah' above him and a sentence that followed, "Your hair…" it said, "your skin, they're just like mine."
Marik chuckled at this and leaned closer to the boy's neck. As his teeth finished extending he said one sentence to his prey, "My dear boy, you should know," Marik said and then whispered, with a slight hiss, the last part, "I am colorblind." Then he bit down on the pale neck drawing large amounts of warm liquid that flowed greedily down his throat.
Bakura, on the other hand, was having quite a different conversation with his quarry. The moment that Marik had jumped upon the other boy Bakura had launched himself at this one. The boy had quivered in fear, thinking harm to come to him, and had even started crying but all that the tears and fear were met with was a hot and wet tongue. The boy looked up and inadvertently gave Bakura more roaming space that he thoroughly took advantage of making sure each part of his new mate's face was licked.
The boy laughed gently pushing Bakura back and squinting opened his brown eyes. One thought came to Bakura as the brown orbs slowly opened fully and looked into the eyes of his captor, 'beautiful.'
Bakura whined at the lack of closeness as the boy had pushed him away and since the boys hands were down at his sides now Bakura walked to the boy's back and pressed his side to it showing his head on one side and his tail on the other with the boy's body in the middle. His tail was wagging and it rhythmically bumped against the body he had wrapped himself around.
'Hello,' went through the mind link starting the boy but before he could move more followed, 'I am Bakura. The wolf right next to you; so don't be alarmed. What is your name?'
Strangely enough the boy relaxed at this, 'My name's Ryou,' he replied through the link expertly communicating his thoughts, 'Why are you here? You shouldn't be out in the world of the humans for too long. They tend not to like animals like you in the cities.'
This time it was Bakura's turn to be shocked. This boy could communicate so well. Why was that? Oh well, there would be time enough to talk about that with him. 'I am not so much a wolf, Ryou, than a werewolf. I am here to choose my mate and as such chosen you should follow me.' Bakura got up and began moving out of the alleyway.
Ryou got up and began following but then Bakura heard a gasp. Oh. Right, the bloodsucker was here. Bakura walked over to touch Ryou with his snout using the mind link again, 'Its ok. The vampire's a…' he halted before the next word, uncertain, 'friend of mine. Your friend won't be harmed.'
Ryou nodded his head at this information and began moving out of the alley again exuding a strangely trusting aura. Just thanking his lucky stars that his prey was cute and trusting he quickly brushed by Marik, still feeding, on his way out. 'Don't kill him,' was the message and a removal of fangs was all that answered his unspoken order.
After removing his fangs at the order of the werewolf not to kill his prey, Marik watched the sleek wolf trot to catch up to Ryou as Bakura led him to his home.
Marik stared down at the boy Bakura had saved by telling Marik to let him live at the last possible moment. Anymore bloodletting and the boy would have been dead. Marik picked him up, deciding to follow through with his silent promise of saving him and licking the wound to help it heal, Marik ran towards his home.