Blood & Roses

Author's Note – Okay so get ready to meet more vamps!!!! I'll re-explain some of the new concepts introduced at the end of the chapter.

Disclaimer- I do not own YGO, because if I did Kaiba would have met the modern of version of Kisara ;D


Chapter 11

The Others Part 2


Kaiba appeared horror struck, and slightly sickened as the giant bat's thick black fur gradually ebbed away, revealing the mysterious intruder.

The figure then eased out of a half-crouch, standing erect – revealing a woman with black hair which reached her mid-thigh, cascading gently in the nighttime breeze.

Her eyes glinted blood red, and her mouth parted to reveal fangs… she was another vampire.

No, wait – she was another vampire who just happened to be a bat a few seconds ago, Kaiba thought sardonically as he rose to his feet – Kisara hovering protectively beside him.

With a stiff glance at bat-girl, Kaiba turned to Kisara, "Can you do that?"

"No!" Kisara snapped as she continued to glare at the newcomer.

"Just asking…" Kaiba huffed, his chin jutting stubbornly as he folded his arms across his chest – keeping his eyes averted when he realized that bat-girl also happened to be naked… and he didn't want Kisara to think he was perving…

"Okay, how did she do that?" Kaiba asked with a slight shrug; Kisara hissed exasperatedly in response, "I'm not the only kind of vampire out there – you get different types of 'bloodlines', where you have differentiating abilities, strengths… and weaknesses."

"Oh come on! The whole bat transformation thing… that is just so… lame!" Kaiba shook his head dubiously, recalling the many vampire flicks he had watched with Mokuba – and every single one of them included bat-transforming, sun-sensitive vampire whores who would actually die when staked.

Somehow Kaiba knew in this situation, it wouldn't be that easy - of course not, it never was whenever he was involved.

"Hahaha," Kisara laughed without humor, keeping an eye on the intruder who had slipped into the nearest bedroom to find some clothing, re-emerging in a lacy black dress – surveying Kaiba through heavy lidded eyes.

"Allyssa," Kisara gestured to the other vampire, "Is from the Vlad Dacul bloodline-"

"Dracula," Kaiba realized with shock as Kisara nodded before continuing, "Indeed, only with his bloodline can you transform into a bat – then again, there are other bloodlines who are far more fascinating and stronger; mine for instance."

"Ah." Kaiba replied shortly, focusing intently on Kisara again.

"Besides, the whole bat morphing deal is vastly overrated." Kisara finished with a look of disdain.

"It doesn't look so bad," Kaiba offered, "I mean all that hair on a woman is rather disgusting, but otherwise it isn't completely appalling."

Kisara grinned, "Wait for it…"

At that point Allyssa's arm had simply detached itself from the elbow and hit the floor with a dull thud.

Kaiba grimaced as she muttered, "Oops…" in a heavy 1800 British accent; proceeding to reattach the red-rimmed lower arm at the elbow – gradually the muscles regenerated, making gruesome sloshing sounds while she held her arm suspended until fully appended.

"WTF" etched across his face, Kaiba turned to Kisara for an explanation, "With the Royal, yet diseased blood of Dracula comes certain abnormalities and side-effects which worsen as you grow older." She clarified as Allyssa grinned widely, flashing her fangs threateningly.

In flash of movement, Allyssa had Kaiba seated on a couch – sitting suggestively on his lap with one leg swung lazily over the armchair.

"Why love, ain't he a keeper? Sooooo delicious, don't'cha think?" Allyssa drawled as she sniffed luxuriantly at Kaiba's neck.

"Do you mind?" Kaiba growled, containing his anger as Allyssa lightly trailed her index finger down the side of his face – her other hand drawing down his inner thigh; in a fit of annoyance, he roughly shoved her hand away.

"Charming. You know it's a good thing you're good-looking and rich because frankly, your personality sucks." Allyssa chided absent-mindedly, allowing her fangs to caress the skin above Kaiba's turtleneck.

Instinctively, Kaiba flinched which made Allyssa erupt into hearty mocking laughter.

"But love, one of my more impressive skills has to be," Allyssa whispered seductively as she continued to stroke the side of Kaiba's face, "… my voice…"

Kaiba was truly curious at this point, "Your voice?"

Allyssa nodded and giggled as if she had just revealed a naughty little secret, continuing further yet by singing soft and gentle hymns; Kaiba immediately recalled Allyssa's voice as the one he heard earlier that night – urging him to fall into a gentle slumber; however the current song had a completely different effect on him…

The anguished tone of the music was insisting that he kill himself; compelling him to succumb to death… or more specifically, the sudden lure of Allyssa's fangs…

"NO!"

Kisara snarled, pulling Allyssa off Kaiba by her hair, kicking her in the head hard enough so that a sharp crack echoed in the moonlit room – the sudden noise awakening Kaiba from the trance that Allyssa had entrapped him in.

Allyssa then hissed, her nails digging into the carpet to steady her body before Kisara kicked her again, in the stomach – sending her flying into the nearest wall; her body slamming so hard against the plaster, that even the surrounding walls were infiltrated with cracks.

Kisara spoke in a clear, assertive voice as she glowered at Allyssa, "I will not allow your vampiric gift to manipulate Seto Kaiba's thinking or emotions – dare to corrupt him again and I will tear your fangs out!"

"Bleedin' hell! Possessive as always, ain't ya!" Allyssa shouted – quite startled by the unexpected attack, as she clutched her jaw into place – the sharp snapping of bone was loud… the sound repulsed Kaiba.

After a moment, Allyssa recovered, moving to her feet slowly and gracefully as she swept her hair over her shoulder – Kaiba noticed a silvery mark that appeared to have been carved into her flesh, in the shape of an upside down horn.

No cheapskate tattoo equipment did that, Kaiba thought, making a mental note to ask Kisara about it later – meanwhile he had to do something, he really didn't like the idea of a woman protecting him – even if there was something extremely attractive about Kisara doing it, he still felt as if he was capable of taking care of himself, regardless of vampires.

Kaiba's thoughts were interrupted by a low-pitched whistle which escaped Allyssa's full lips, automatically Kisara appeared right in front of him – her eyes hardened with concentration as shadows skittered across the floor to where Allyssa stood, pouting flirtatiously.

The shadows suddenly became darker and murkier, resembling a tarlike substance which emitted a harsh grating sound as they formed three male forms, the black dissipating into a shade of cool ivory.

Kaiba groaned exasperatedly before swallowing his distaste – What, am I flypaper for FREAKS? What the hell is this, a vampire convention?

Kaiba had to admit it though, he really hoped Kisara was not capable of grim techniques such as these – turning into tar at any given moment would definitely put a damper on their relationship.

Meanwhile, Kisara stiffened as she recognized the vampires immediately: comical Jace, with his spiky blue hair and prankster's sense of humor; romantic and cruel, black haired Dante who was renowned as a vampire who married humans before he drained them of their blood – he enjoyed the familiarity with his prey while other's preferred anonymity.

Ultimately, the darkest and definitely the oldest, the final vampire – Seph, with his long silky white hair.

Unlike the other vampires, Seph's eyes were the purest black; he was also capable of abilities which would have anyone screaming in fear or agony – depending on his mood at that time.

But this isn't what troubled Kisara; Seph being somewhat unique had different tastes from your average vampire…

"Ahh Sephy, your presence always makes me feel uneasy," Kisara commented dryly as Seph's eyes analyzed her, laughing darkly at his own private joke.

Seph's diet did not consist of animal blood, or indeed human blood – ohhh no; you see the only thing a ten-thousand-year-old vampire can actually survive on is the blood of other… vampires.

Seph was particularly fond of lusting after Kisara's blood – that's why she felt nervous. Suddenly, she was the prey – and many actually believe that this is what inspired Kisara's sudden compassion towards humans.

Theoretically, of course.

Seph bowed before Kisara respectfully, gripping her hand in his and caressing the skin with his lips before allowing his fangs to pierce into the vein that was twitching there.

Kisara gasped, her eyes fluttering before retrieving her hand swiftly.

"How rude," She scowled, watching as the wound took slightly longer to heal as a result of the foreign vampire venom which had invaded her system.

"Relaaaax Kissy, bet he just wanted a taste – right Seph?"" Jace declared mockingly while attempting to clap Seph on the back, however backed down when he received a murderous glare from him which basically said, 'touch me, and I'll show you how excruciating I'll make your existence'.

Kisara bit down on her lip – the ratio was four to one.

More importantly, the four vampires before her were known as The Others… The term given to the head members of a powerful organization who operated on behalf of the vampire world, as representatives and ultimately – hands of justice.

If a fight were to erupt…

She wouldn't stand a chance. And neither would Seto.

A/N – okay, so the whole vamp bloodline works like this: I didn't want to have cliché vampires in my story and I definitely did NOT want to borrow from Twilight – so I couldn't decide on the characteristics of my vampires and thus decided to have different 'types' (bloodlines, in other words) which means you have vampires with slightly different appearances, abilities and weaknesses. In the next part you'll have an idea as to why 'The Others' tie in with Malachi and Koji.