Impossible

Pairing: Thiefshipping

Rating: T

Warnings: Blood

Disclaimer: My owning Yugioh would change a lot in the plot.

Darkness is my element. My mother and daughter. My home and my curse.

I love darkness. I am a predator of the night. But sometimes I wish I could see the sun. Be outside during daylight.

But that's impossible. That scorching orb's golden rays would kill me. Burn my skin, flesh and bones. Only a pile of grey grey ash would be left. Nothing more. Nothing less. Nothing alive.

I can't really call what I have a life. I am dead after all. My body. It died many years ago. Only my thoughts, my will, are left. I'm a corporal ghost. So to say. Though most people would call me a vampire.

Humans think they know everything about vampires. Especially after that 'Twilight' hype. Glittering vampires? Laughable. Changing eyecolour? So very wrong! What sane vampire would fall for a human and not make them one of our kind? Pathetic!

Speaking of which, I am quite hungry. I should go out hunting.

I jump from my perched position on my coffin and exit my crypt.

As soon as I'm in the open, the silver moon hanging bare in the blackness of the night sky, a delicious smell hits me. Fresh and spicy human blood.

I immediately follow the trail. It would be stupid to let a prey as easy as that go. Someone who came to the graveyard at night.

But as soon as I see the human I stop.

He is golden. His hair glowing blonde, bronze skin shining under the moonlight. Golden bracelets graze his slender arms and a golden choker his swan neck.

I want to sink my teeth into that flawless skin, drink his life source. Red hot liquid. Pulsing through those wonderfully tempting veins.

Slowly, silently, I creep closer. Closer. Closer. I am right behind him. My fangs bared. Merely millimeters from the patch of skin revealed between his choker and tank top. Closer. And then…

I stop. Draw back and tap him on the shoulder. Why? I don't know. There is something about this human… I want to talk to him before I drain him.

He turns. An angelic face is revealed. Full pink lips part and a reddish tongue peeks out to wet the petals. Chubby cheeks blush slightly and big long lashed eyes widen, his lilac orbs finding my russet ones.

"Who are you? What do you want?" he asks, voice confident despite the obvious fear showing in his features.

My lips curve up in a sinister grin, fangs showing, glowing eerily in the moonlight.

"I am the darkness and I want you." I chuckle in a velvety voice.

First his eyes widen even more before they narrow into small, angry slits. A snarl takes the place of shock and fear on his flawless face, a furious hiss escaping his lips.

"Stop trying to fool me asshole! I won't fall for your stupid fake fangs! Go and scare someone else!"

I blink. Once. Twice. Three times. Then it's my turn to be angry. A low inhuman growl tears itself from my throat, eyes darkening to a near black.

I can't hold myself back anymore. Don't even want to. This human is a pest. Just like all the others.

My teeth sink into his flesh, his quickening heartbeat pumping more and more blood into my mouth. I don't even have to suck.

I hear him whimper weakly and his hands fist the back of my black trench coat. I can smell his emotions.

Strangely it's not fear I can make out. Or pain. And his hands don't try to pry me away, but keep me in place, draw me closer.

A soft moan falls from those beautiful velvet lips and his grip slackens, the heat becoming weaker with each passing second. Death is nearing, but the human still isn't afraid of me.

I can't kill him, I suddenly realize. I don't know why. He's just a human. I also don't know how I managed to tear myself away from that wonderful taste. That highly addicting drug that is his blood.

Our eyes meet again, his half lidded, heavy. But there's still a fire in those lilac gems, a passion I have never before seen directed at me.

Without thinking I bite my tongue, hard enough to draw blood, and then press my lips to his. He is too weak to respond, the hands that previously fell from my shoulders slack in mine.

I pry open his mouth, give my blood to him, make him one of my kind, part of me, as he greedily swallows.

Then his legs give away, his body finally dying, and he loses consciousness. I catch him before he hits the ground and carry him towards my crypt.

As I see his golden hair and skin glowing in the moonlight, it suddenly dawns on me what attracts me so much about him. He is like the sun. My sun. The opposite to me, whose colours so much resemble the moon.

Moon and sun. Night and day. Darkness and light. Eternal lovers. Impossible to be without the other. Impossible to be.

Word count: 850