Hey again guys so you've made it to chapter two. I had a lot of fun changing this chapter around because I had a feeling you'd get bored if I kept it exactly the same. So anyway I want to know how you guys feel about this new chapter so I won't keep you any longer. Please enjoy and thanks for reading…
Rating: M, for the potty-mouthed language! 'Wink'
Disclaimer: Yeah I own Yu-gi-oh... as well as Venus and Mars!
AN: Chapters from here on out take place in the past until I say otherwise.
Dedicated not only to my Sis, but also to all those have gone through some of the situations my characters have gone through – my heart goes out to you.
Chapter Two / Into the Past
Yami had never seen Aknadin so angry before. The man's eyes were engulfed with rage that made him seem feral and somewhat murderous. His right hand seemed to clench at his side in time with his slightly twitching right eye, and his mouth seemed set in a straight angry line…
Yami gulped nervously as he took in his angry uncle, noticing for the first time that the man was soaked from head to toe.
"Nephew…Yami…where is your brother?" Aknadin asked through clenched teeth, his voice strained and angry.
Yami couldn't find his voice quick enough.
"Damn it Yami speak up!" He bellowed, almost shaking the walls as though he had set off an earthquake.
"I- I- I don't know Uncle," he answered quickly, taking a step back. He felt his pulse quickened involuntarily, and had to dash to the side when his uncle stormed past him, making his way down the hall like a hurricane on a mission.
What exactly had Yugi done now?
He made his way to the nearest door out of the tomb, or doors in this particular tomb's case. It would only have been logical for Yugi to have fled the tomb and gone into the light where Aknadin wouldn't have been able to get hold of him. Not that they were aloud to go out during the day either.
Yami glanced up nervously to the ceiling, almost seeing through the solid concrete, imagining a bright blue sky illuminated by a golden ball of fire. He could picture Yugi lying on his back with his arms casually folded behind his head, staring up at the sky blankly while dreaming of something else or probably grinning about his latest prank.
'Or plotting his next one," Yami thought, fighting back a grin of his own.
The bright sunlight caught him off guard, and he stumbled back into the tomb covering his eyes. "Dear Ra!" he cursed, opening and closing his eyes in pain until they were used to the difference. He was blind only for a short few minutes, before his vision settled on the beauty of the sand dunes and a light blue sky that wasn't black and filled with stars like he was used to.
The golden ball, known to him as the 'Eye of Ra,' was close to setting, though it still had about an hour to go. Its beauty captivated him, just as it had so many times when he and his brother, criminally snuck out to lurk amongst the land of the living against the strict laws laid down by their father.
He would miss sunlight very much…
"Brother!" a voice similar to his own called to him from his side. "To what doth this fine day owe to thee for thy's appearance on this fine-"
"Yugi do you even know what you are saying?" Yami resisted the urge to grin as he turned to face a mirror image of himself, leaning casually against the tomb's wall with a look of mischief evident on his face.
A look of amusement engulfed his young, half-human brother's face, "No, not really."
Remembering Aknadin's angry glare, Yami quickly gathered himself before he caught Yugi's contagious sense of humor. "Yugi, what did you do?" He demanded, his tone low and serious, though Yugi didn't seem at all phased by it.
"Why brother I don't know what you're talking about," he stated, smirking evilly as a dark glint formed in his eyes. Suddenly an image of what Yugi was thinking appeared in his mind and Yami gasped in shock.
"Yugi! You idiot! You spiked the blood? Are you crazy? Has the sunlight caused you to lose your mind?" He asked his twin brother incredulously, amazed by his bravery to challenge their father in such a way, though despite his best of efforts to remain serious, he couldn't help but grin. "Father is going to kill you!"
Yugi laughed a genuine human laugh, which sounded clumsy and a little high pitched, but human all the same. It was one of the things Yami loved about him. Yugi, in spite of been reckless and completely irresponsible…among other things…had always had the most human qualities Yami had ever known, and been around Yugi made him feel more human than he was.
Yugi simply shrugged before turning his attention to the departing sun.
"What about Aknadin? Was what happened to him your doing as well?" Yami asked, flinching at the thought of their enraged uncle storming through the semi-empty tomb, ripping apart whatever stood in his way while he searched for his 'endangered nephew' that was shortly about to become his newest victim.
"Aknadin?" Yugi asked confused, side glancing at Yami.
"Yes, our uncle is after your blood below us," Yami mumbled, automatically glancing down at the sandy ground.
"Interesting…that trap was meant for Seto," Yugi replied after a few minutes, sounding slightly upset. "Too bad really, I guess I'll have to set a better one in the future."
Yami looked at his brother with a bewildered expression. "Yugi!"
Suddenly Yugi's eyes widened and he excitedly pointed straight ahead of them with a wide smile spread across his face. "Yami look!"
Yami looked, their previous conversation forgotten as incredibly large flock of birds passed over them like a black cloud. "I've never seen anything like this before!" he gasped, waiting for Yugi to say something sarcastic in reply…but he never did.
Yami stole a glance at his brother's face, surprised to catch a glimpse of an odd emotion that looked like that of defeat. It was an alien look and one that had never formed on his over-confident brother's face. He was about to ask about it, but Yugi quickly interrupted.
"By the way brother, have you forgotten what day it is today?"
An eerie chill hung over them in that moment, almost as though a terrible storm was lurking on the horizon.
He tried to think of the date, but time had stood still around the tomb for so long that he had simply lost track of the of the days. "I'm afraid I have, was it of any importance?" he replied after a short while, watching the unusual emotions that flickered through his brother's eyes.
Yugi tilted his head upward in an almost sarcastic manner, "Most would think so."
"Would you care to enlighten me?" He suddenly felt his stomach clench as his instinctive warning bells began to alarm him.
Yugi's gaze left his, as he turned subconsciously towards where the sun had began to lower behind the large sand dunes of the Sahara Desert.
"Today happens to be our sixteenth birthday…"
Yami's eyes opened in time to witness a diamond-like star, spark across the blackened night sky. He would have made a wish, if he had felt that he had deserved to make one, but instead allowed it to pass over him, partly noticed and set free. Someone else could have their wish granted.
Memories of his sixteenth birthday, which had been one of his many tragedies since birth and probably the worst, continued to haunt him, despite his useless attempt to block them out.
A gentle wind stirred around the rather dilapidated apartment building rooftop, bringing with it rich human scents of the locals living in Domino City, as well as whispered pieces of conversations that only his sensitive hearing could pick up on.
He felt a familiar burn at the back of his throat, as the cravings began to increase with a vengeance. The withdrawal symptoms were getting worse, and he found that even his hands were beginning to tremble, and his constant mood swings that made him seem to be on the borderline of a bipolar disorder. He needed…'it.'
He rose from the ledge that he had been seated on for more than six hours since sunset, staring at the world, as it became smothered in darkness. He could hear an argument between a man and woman from somewhere in an apartment below him, a rather violent sounding one.
"Ya're trash Kit! Ya' don't 'serve better than wha' ya got!" A man's drunken voice bellowed loudly. Yami momentarily glanced downward where he pin pointed the location of the argument, hardly surprised when he saw the state of the apartment's broken window, which was covered with duck-tape and covered from view with shabby cream blinds that looked stained.
"Screw you, you drunk bastard, I don't giv'a flying-" Yami flinched when he heard the sound of what sounded like a fist meeting delicate skin. The girl whom he assumed to be Kit, quickly shut up and gave into a low whimpering. "Shut the fuck up, you little tramp!"
Yami's heightened senses could detect the overpowering emotion of his threat, and that was all he needed to understand the drunkard human. He didn't understand why human girls remained tied to violent bullies when there were chances of escape, even after their lives were threatened…how foolish.
He began to take a step forward when he felt his right leg clench into a spasm and almost fell to his knees in pain. He needed blood, whether he liked it not…
The roar of drunk cheering thundered from within the small nightclub, as a popular hit began to play.
Tea Gardner felt somewhat glad that she was on the outside, doing the last of her chores before she could head home. Softly humming the same tune to herself, she hauled an extremely heavy trash bag into an oversized dumpster with the last of her strength, almost collapsing down beside it. Yet before she could make a flighty escape from the raunchy hell she had to work in, she sensed another presence, slowly making its way towards her.
"Yo' Tea baby!" A deep, slurring voice boomed from behind her.
Tea felt her body stiffen and reluctantly turned around to face her manager, who was only five paces away from her. Like always he had a cigarette dangling from his lips, with his shirt unbuttoned and bloodshot eyes staring hungrily ahead of him at anything that moved.
"James," she acknowledged, taking a small sidestep that she hoped he wouldn't follow.
"I was wonderin' if yer not busy that 'aybe you and I could-"
Tea didn't wait for him to finish his invitation and instead put on her best apologetic smile that she could fake. "Sorry not tonight I've made…plans."
"Cum now baby I gotta hav' ya now," He slurred, making his way over to her with a sadistic smirk spread across his face.
Tea felt hopelessly defeated and trapped in more ways than one. There was nowhere to run as James blocked the only exit, and even if she could run, he would have simply fired her, and then she'd be out of a job too.
He pinned her roughly against the cold metal of the dumpster, grinding himself against her while his hands fondled her breasts. She clenched her teeth tightly in order to stifle the moan of disgust that she felt as his erection rubbed against her inner thigh.
He smelt of alcohol and cigarette smoke tinted with a cheap scented perfume of sorts; an intoxicating combination that made her feel sick and want to gag.
He brought his hands down her sides, completely oblivious to her negative reactions and began to pull on her skirt.
"James I don't think we should," Tea mumbled fearfully.
"Shun-t up Tina, I got to have' ye now," He spat, ripping her skirt down, eyeing her hungrily. She could practically see him drooling and had to look away. It would be over quick, she told herself, taking in a deep breath when she felt his clammy fingers hook into her panties.
She felt her body grow numb as it always did when someone touched her. It was the only way she could avoid the pain, or at least some of it. She gazed up longingly into the velvet night sky, pin-pricked with tiny dazzling stars.
It was by chance that she caught sight of the shooting star, beautifully dashing across the night's sky without restraint. She was supposed to make a wish right? Well at least that was what she thought someone had once told her. She smiled sadly as she stared into the black emptiness in which the shoot star had fled. She only wanted to be happy, that was her only wish, but she didn't feel that she deserved to make it…
He was just about to head in the direction of his apartment window, when a door slammed somewhere below him. He automatically responded to it, as he instinctively peered down onto the dingy street, catching sight of a sobbing girl, blindly making her way down a dodgy street, which even he could tell was a bad idea.
He was about to turn away, when the smell hit him like an overpowering tidal wave. The girl was bleeding…
His hunter's abilities kicked in, which were as natural as any predator's. Every sense in his body seemed to focus entirely on her, and noticed even the simplest of details, such as the sound of her blood streaming through her veins, the sound of her uneven breathing and the light thudding of her heart.
He tried to fight the gravitational pull that drew him to her blood, failing miserably as his body moved without his consent, skillfully leaping from one shadowed corner to the next, trailing hungrily after her delicious scent.
She never lifted her misty gaze from the grimy floor, to look around her for any signs of danger, which opened herself up for an easy attack. She made herself an easy target, which made her too irresistible and desirable to him, a fatal combination. Yet as he soon discovered it wasn't only him that she was opening an opportunity for.
He first caught their boozy scents before he saw them, hidden predators that lurked sourly in the city's downtown slum, just living for such an opportunity. He could practically sense what the thugs were thinking instead of hearing them, and watched as they slowly slithered out of their dark corners, to swagger after the defenseless girl who had not yet seen them.
"Ey baby!" A rather drunken voice called out, as he materialized out of a shadowed alley. His voice seemed to trigger a pack of werewolves as howls and whistles chorused throughout the darkened street. There were more of them than Yami had anticipated.
He heard her pulse jolt in shock, as she whirled around to gaze in the voice's direction.
"Yo' babe where ya going?" another voice mocked, "K'me a-and have sem fun wit re-eel men!" The voice sounded ridiculous compared to the rest, which had all sounded rather deep and manly, like it hadn't yet broken. Yami assumed this particular 'being' to be very young, perhaps fifteen at the most.
The girl did her best to ignore them, though she was slightly shaken by their sudden appearance, and tried to continue forward without revealing any signs of nervousness, but her actions were in vain, as the thugs could see right through her. Not that they would have cared either way.
They began to leave their posts, emerging from so many different angles that even an experienced hunter like Yami had been taken by surprise. The girl however, seemed to melt into a panic and froze in her spot like an ice sculpture, her wet spongy eyes wide in terror, as they surrounded her.
A tall guy, built like a basket ball player, staggered toward her cockily, his fingers curled around a large bottle of Jack Daniel's finest, a grotesque expression plastered on his face, which seemed to be an alien breed of what Yami assumed was lust and a drunken grin. It kind of reminded him of a pumpkin on a Halloween display.
The big guy didn't waste time in intros and instantly gripped the girl's shoulder, pulling her close to him against her will. "Come with me baby, I'll show you what it's like to be touched by a real man!" he laughed, suggestively pushing her backward. It was a disgusting and overall disturbing laugh that reminded him too much of the vampires back home, and that pissed him off.
As she felt him grip her shoulders, she seemed to snap out of her trance.
"No! I don't want to go with you!" she cried, gripping at his arms in a useless attempt to free herself from his grasp. "Sure ya do baby!" he insisted, dragging her away with him, while his cheery band of drunkards staggered after him. "Ss-he sure's real sexy when she' scared huh Rio?" One of his mindless followers imputed, seeming to hop around them as though dancing a tribally, while they dragged her away.
"No please! Please! Somebody please, somebody help me!" her screams seemed to loudly echo on forever, and yet no a single soul responded to aid her. It was at that moment that something inside Yami broke through to his human soul, and he knew he had to help her.
The tall muscular bully forcefully slapped a hand over her mouth, grinning hysterically, "Now-now baby girl you don't want to make a scene-"
"Let her go!" Yami ordered, in a stern aggravated voice that stopped them all dead in their tracks. Despite his little-above-average height, his voice always held a certain powerful strength that hinted at danger, and if used correctly could strike fear into the stoniest of hearts.
However, the assumed leader Rio ignored the chill that shivered up his spine and instantly went on to challenge the stranger that had dared to interrupt him. "Wa' ya say pipsqueak?" he barked, sending gobs of spit flying through the air and stared right into Yami's intimidating pair of blood red eyes, doing his best to intimidate him, which fell flat.
"I'm sorry, were those words too big for your understanding?" Yami smirked, taking a dangerous, yet intimidating step forward, his fiery red eyes burning into Rio's.
"Pisss on outta here dip shit or we'al beat da crap outta ya!" Rio threatened, surprise tinting his black eyes, clearly taken aback by Yami's confidence.
"I'm not leaving without the girl," he threatened darkly, feeling his control slip slightly as his senses burned with lustful desire as he caught the different scents of blood swirling seductively around him, slowly unleashing his vampiric side.
"Fuck him!" Rio roared, tossing the girl like a weightless rag doll to the ground, and charged forward like a deranged animal, while other members of his gang came at him from all angles.
'Fools!'
Before they could even brush against his studded black leather jacket, he leapt from the ground, gliding graciously through the night's sky and landed perfectly on the ground behind them, like a cat, as they all jumped forward into an empty spot.
He couldn't help but be amused at the sound of skulls meeting skulls in an unearthly cracking sound, and found a smug smirk curl onto his lips. One surviving member that managed to still stand upright, though seemed to be out of focus, made a run toward him, throwing an iron hard punch in his direction, but Yami caught it easily and twisted his arm into a break.
The sound of the bone snapping startled the already terrified girl and she gave a sickening shriek, covering her ears while fresh tears drenched her face.
Two new members jumped up and rushed at him, but Yami was already prepared and dodged their attacks with perfect ease, grabbing their heads in one swift motion and shoved them together, knocking them out cold. The thud was loud, but not fatal in spite of its harshness.
Only Rio remained, completely startled and thrown off guard after watching Yami diminishing his small army single-handedly. However, Yami was far from finished and took an intimidating step closer to him, asking him one final time to hand over the sobbing girl.
"Son of a bitch!" Rio raged, charging forward with the intention to kill, slicing a knife through the air, which Yami couldn't help but wonder how he had managed to hide.
It wasn't all that hard to dodge, in fact he was sure that just about any human in a calm state of mind would have been able to do it. He simply stepped to the side in the nick of time, grabbed the knife bearing hand and pulled it right out of its socket, sending Rio into screaming fits of pain.
"You fuck-in-" Yami cut him off but kneeing him in the gut, then kicked his legs out from underneath him, sending him to the scummy, concrete paving that was anything but pleasant to land on, before making his way to the crying girl, desperately trying to keep his calm composure, though his insides were screaming in hunger.
"Are you all-" His words were cut off sharply as he felt an incredible, sharp pain slice through his left shoulder blade. The girl let out a horrified high pitch scream that echoed off the dodgy buildings, and hurt his sensitive hearing more than the knife wound in his back. He glanced behind him infuriated as he glared into Rio's widened eyes, as he held the knife that was deeply imbedded in Yami's back.
He swung around so quickly that his attacker's eyes hadn't even been able to process it, and with a powerful gesture he shoved Rio so hard that he practically flew into the wall that stood ten meters away, which caused a rather large crack and a tiny shower of plaster to rain down on his unconscious body. "Get up from that, Ass-hole."
He didn't waste time in yanking the knife out, taking a small breath before he ripped it out of his flesh, cussing lightly under his breath as the sensitive skin surrounding the open gash stung in protest. "Damn it, what the-" he smelt blood…
The adrenaline seemed to ware off, and he was once again consumed by the weakness of denying himself of blood. Even though he caught scent of his own blood, he could still smell the blood of his fallen opponents, and even…the sobbing girl before him. He was standing in the center of a bloodbath.
"Hey are you okay?" she gasped, obviously noticing his strained expression and mistaking it for a different kind of pain, a safer kind of pain. He reluctantly looked at her; aware of her thudding heart and flowing blood that sounded exactly like a ravishing flowing river of his forbidden desire. It was her lively charm that made her so mouth wateringly delicious.
"You saved my life," she began, stiffly raising herself from the ground clumsily, massaging her elbows, which were badly scraped.
A droplet of her own blood fell to the ground…
His tongue automatically slid over his top lip as his eyes fixated on her bleeding wound. He felt his pulse quicken and his breathing become heavier and labored. Just a small taste…
She trustingly made her way to him with soft delicate eyes that were still startled by what had happened earlier. "Crap, you're hurt, we need to get you to a-" He grabbed her arms and forced her against the back of a brick wall, breathing in her intoxicating scent. He felt his fangs begin to slide down from their hiding place, as well as the break in control that he had desperately tried to maintain his whole life.
A brief flash of his brother, on their sixteenth birthday, broke through the dark blankness that had clouded his mind, and woke him up instantly.
"Run…run from here now!" he growled through clenched teeth, loosening his grip on the girl. "Get…out…of…here!" he could hear her startled thoughts as she reluctantly pulled herself together and fled, glancing behind her as she made a run for it, though he couldn't have cared less, what became of her, as long as he didn't have anything to do with it.
He punched the wall in frustration, cringing as the bone-crunching spasms convulsed through his body. If he didn't have his typical manly pride that he was born with, he would have cried for all he was worth and perhaps allowed himself to crumble into a fetal position and remain like that until some hungry hobo decided to eat him…but he wasn't that guy, and as much as it hurt, forced himself to get up and stifle the moans of pain that threatened to escape him.
He glanced up at the starry night sky, silently cursing his existence. He leaned a hand against the wall to balance himself turning slightly to the left, when he noticed her for the first time…the most beautiful girl he had ever seen…staring back at him with a pair of dazzling blue eyes, clouded in misty tears and widened in shock…
Wow this has to be the longest chapter I have ever written! I wasn't going to write the fight scene in the beginning, but I mean if you think of it, it's kind of important, because it shows Yami's struggle between his human side and vampiric side.
Hope you guys enjoyed the new bits, because it's all part of my unfolding plan! Mwahahahahaha! See you the next chapter, bye bye!