Blood & Roses
Author's Note – okay this part is inspired by a song called 'Lycanthropy" by Semyazah; here is some of the lyrics, so when you read on consider the words if you really feel like it:
I am fear
I am not what you may think I am
Bloodthirsty as you do recall…
The animal's inside your soul
I need your flesh
I crave your soul
The beast inside takes over me
More than just Lycanthropy
Don't run from me
You are my prey
You're mine to feed upon.
You're mine!
I'll take all of you
Disclaimer – I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! And I don't own the above song; however I DO personally know the band that sings it… 333
Chapter 7
More Than Just Lycanthropy
I love you Kisara Hunter.
Kaiba uttered to himself, threading his fingers through his hair as an act of frustration. Wait. I cannot say that to her! I don't even know what love is… well, thatkind of love. That's right, I simply desire her!
This sudden resolution heightened Kaiba's spirits as he went into his office after having a KC helicopter pick him up when Kisara abandoned him atop the roof of a Computer IT building.
He wasn't sure of what he saw or experienced that night, and didn't particularly feel like going down that road – his only real concern was for the fragile state of Kisara's mind; she had to be severely unhinged to actually believe she was a vampire.
"So you finally showed up after what, three days?" Kaiba said gruffly to Kisara who sat comfortably on the leather couch in his mansion's office. "If I'm not welcome I can leave." She said brusquely and shut her eyes in resignation.
"That's not it, I want to help you."
At this comment, Kisara raised a curious eyebrow. "You can't, Kaiba – vampirism is incurable."
"You're a lycan-" Kaiba started, nearing closer to Kisara who was still as if she were carved from stone; she interrupted, "No – but you're close. Lycan is another word for werewolf; I am a Nosferatu… blood-drinker, VAMPIRE."
Kaiba frowned, "That's it, Kisara – I've been doing research; you're a Lycanthropic."
Kisara arched a sarcastic eyebrow, "That sounds like some sort of clinical condition."
"It is." Kaiba said delicately and proceeded to recall what he read online word-for-word, "Lycanthropy; a clinical condition where the individual believes they are a hybrid of animal or sub-human, frequent examples are werewolves and vampirism."
Kisara rolled her eyes, "You're saying I need psychiatric HELP?"
"It probably won't come to that." Kaiba replied matter-of-factly; Kisara was dismayed, "You're… you're saying I'm mental…"
"No! Not at all… it's just-"
Kisara stood up; she knew she should be happy that she was a step closer to pushing Kaiba away – and ultimately keeping him alive, but this was in conflict with much stronger emotions… longing, desire…
I don't want to be alone anymore.
She thought as she blinked a tear made up of blood; Kaiba raised his finger and gently prodded the crimson liquid and analyzed it. "Blood…" he muttered astounded until Kisara slapped his hand away.
"Okay, I'm going to show you something…" Kisara started and walked passed Kaiba to a statue that sat on his desk; it was made of iron and was very heavy. Kisara wrapped her hands delicately around the statue; Kaiba scoffed, "what exactly are you trying to do?"
With a smirk, Kisara lifted the statue easily without effort – yet, despite her casual stance she was actually carefully measuring Kaiba's reaction.
"What the-" He started, and took a step towards Kisara; she laughed humorlessly and ever so slightly eased her hands towards each other. Kaiba watched as the iron statue was literally mushed into a mangled iron ball that could fit in Kisara's enclosed fist – Now that's strength, he thought as nervous drop of sweat slid down his forehead.
"Now you see." She said distantly; however Kaiba shook his head and denied what he saw, "You're not a vampire, Kisara. Whatever you believe in, it's in your mind! Grasp this, please."
Kisara glared stubbornly at Kaiba, "What about my super strength?"
"It's tricks of the mind. I have no doubt you're very adept at them."
"Oh, so I'm an illusionist now?" Kisara countered; Kaiba was about to argue another point but instead replied, "Possibly."
Suddenly she emitted a low guttural growl that made the hairs on Kaiba's neck stand up; the sound was so like that of a vicious animal. Kisara's entire dainty form became feline and her whole stance was the semblance of a predator's; the corners of her mouth rose up to form a twisted grimace as long fangs extended.
Kaiba's gaze was locked on her crimson eyes and the way her face had a demonic feature added to it; his eyes widened, "Oh my God, you're serious…"
"God has nothing to do with it." She replied shortly; displaying her fangs evilly.
"I don't understand…" immediately, Kaiba went into denial and turned his back to Kisara.
Oh my GOD.
He thought slamming his fists against the nearest wall. "It's just mind games – right?"
Great. I thought kissed this bullshit goodbye when that pharaoh wannabe walked out of mine and Yugi's lives back in Egypt – that's right! This is all YUGI'S fault.
Kaiba turned to face Kisara with resolution in his eyes, "Well – this explains a lot." He then eyed the compacted mushed ball that was once his statue. "I'm sorry about wrecking that." Kisara said with an apologetic smile; Kaiba replied off-handedly, "Well… I never liked that statue much anyway!" and firmly folded his arms across his chest before adding, "I never want to see you again, Kisara Hunter."
Numbly, Kisara turned away from Kaiba as he scoffed…
"Vampires… as if!"