Hey guys, I'm back with another chapter! And I must add that it was one of the most difficult chapters that I have ever had to write! However, I'm pleased with how it turned out (probably because I know what the original looked like) and I really hope that you'll be pleased to.
However, before I begin with anything, I'd like to appeal to all my readers that may have experienced any personal tragedies with regards to the massive earthquake in Japan recently, my condolences for any of your losses and my heart goes out to you. I think each and everyone of us can relate to one another during times such as these in one way or another, and I really hope that you all have a good support system to help get you through these difficult times.
And for my other readers, I'm glad you're all okay! This month has been really stressful, but the fact that we're still living and breathing must mean that we're either really kick-ass, really too stupid to let go, or quite simply stronger than we've ever believed. I'd like to thank and welcome my new reviewers, PharaohAtem'sQueen95 (you'll get your wish someday honey), Germantownmaiden and Coka Cookie Cola, as well as all my other special reviewers you guys are all so awesome! It's really good to know that you're enjoying it so far and makes writing it all that more worthwhile and enjoyable. Thank you so much!
And now, on to the Perfect Strangers chapter 13! Okay, before the pitchforks come out, allow me to explain something very important. There is a section in this story that some viewers may find very disturbing, as it is extremely dark and violent. (I wouldn't even let my sister who acts as my beta in a way, to read it) I advise sensitive readers to please steer clear of it.
Once again a special thanks to Toxicinity for allowing me to use her as a character.
Okay, okay, I'll get moving now:
Rating: M for violence and language.
Disclaimer: They laughed when I put in an offer.
Dedication: To all my awesome readers! And Yu-gi-oh fans of the world!
Chapter 13
(Earlier that evening)
Night had fallen over Domino City with a dark eagerness and icy chill, which breezed past its citizens almost completely unnoticed as they partook in the many after-dark activities that had become a lifestyle norm that was no longer questioned by the society around them. Most of the locals that belonged to the 'downtown' section of the city, made off from work and headed straight to their nightly hangouts in the various gangs or gatherings that they belonged to, some of them shamelessly leaving behind their wives or pregnant girlfriends at home without having seen or said their goodbyes, never realising that on this particular night they would never receive the opportunity to do so ever again…such was the fate of Mitch Quito, commonly known on the streets as 'The Mime,' or 'M-boy,' for short.
He was new to gang life and somewhat of a rookie, but his quick reflexive talents and pickpocket tricks, as well as his unmatched 'miming-ability,' had allowed him to gain a level-mounted degree of respect and acceptance into one particular gang that had quite a reputation among others. He didn't talk much or share much of an opinion, which they liked, and his ability to conceal all emotion, came in handy on many interrogative situations and confrontations with other hostile entities. However, he was still treated as nothing more than a rookie until he could complete the final test of his initiation, which would take place later on during that night at the gang's favourite hang-out joint beneath the city's bridge.
He hadn't thought twice about practically fleeing his dump of an apartment, and didn't even bother to lock the door behind him, knowing that the task would have been fruitless. His 'girlfriend' didn't even try to stop him or say a word, but instead inhaled her cigarette deeply and blew the smoke out of her nose while watching her favourite soap opera on TV, occasionally stroking her heavily pregnant stomach with a longing look in her eye, obviously wishing for her figure back instead of the baby.
Hurrying down a steep hill that led to a concrete pathway alongside a dirty little creek with suspicious substances swirling within its blackened waters, he came to the pathway that led to a spacious opening that was large enough to fit their entire gang comfortably out in the open, with the cover of the bridge as well as a few oak-like trees. The other members were already gathered around a small trashcan fire that blazed brightly against the darkness, and the drinks were been distributed freely from one to the other, while a lively urban beat gave tune to their meeting in the background from the radio of the busted up, but treasured ride of the gang's best safe-cracker, JT, who built it himself using three different cars, and about a thousand other spare parts.
He greeted them with a simple nod, his standard way of communication, which they had all grown used to and tolerated.
"Sup M-boy!" a guy named Josh greeted cheerfully, "Ya ready for ta'night?"
He once again gave a firm nod as he shoved his hands into his baggy pockets.
Their leader, named Grim, who was a huge burly kind of guy with a large scar ripped across his cheek, and dark menacing eyes, stepped forward in front of him, giving him an intimidating observation before he spoke in his gruff voice, "Well runt, it's bout time ya got 'ere, hope yer ready, 'cuz this is the time to prove yer'self. But yer lucky, cuz the boys and I like ya, and got sum'thin easy for ya."
"Yeah man! A total breeze!" a guy in the back chanted.
He gave a firm nod in response, which revealed no emotion whatsoever, making him appear completely at ease, whereas inside he was as nervous as hell. His last test had involved him in helping Josh get rid of a body, which had met an unfortunate demise during a robbery gone wrong. He was still slightly disturbed over the way that they had eventually managed to discard it…but would never admit it, even to himself.
Grim altered his posture slightly in preparation for his long list of instructions that he always made a show of giving to the rookies, especially Mitch, as a form of displaying his superiority to the others, which he felt had to be constantly reminded of…when a rather unexpected sound distracted their attentions, causing them all to look to their left where the dark opening of a tunnel protruded out a solid concrete wall.
They all quietened down the minute they heard the harsh taps of footsteps echoing off the tunnel's walls, indicating that someone was approaching them at a rather casual pace. Grim immediately glanced around his group, picking out each individual that was present, noting that everyone that was supposed to be there was accounted for. "Now who the fuck is that?" he growled out loud.
"Dun'no, maybe it's Sim' or one of 'em fuckers from Rio's gang," Josh suggested before taking a wild swig from his beer.
"Nah man, they's all dead 'en shit!" the shortest and youngest member of their gang, named Mouse, responded, his dark eyes barely visible under his long, shaggy mop of black hair. It was no secret that Mouse was Grim's half-brother from an entirely different mother, but the pair refused to ever acknowledge it. In fact, their relationship was so strained it was a wonder to everyone why Grim even had him in the gang.
The footsteps drew closer, and for some reason Mitch felt his chest constrict, as well as a warning chill that darted up his spine.
Grim was just about to call out, when a girl, no older than seventeen, finally emerged from the tunnel's dark and confined entrance, taking them all completely by surprise. Her unnatural and freakish appearance contradicted their dodgy and dirty surroundings and she seemed completely out of place in not only their territory, but the entire world. Mitch had never seen such a pale shade of skin before, not even on the dead body that he had to watch disintegrate in battery acid during his last test, it was snow white and flawless, reminding him eerily of a bright full moon against a black sky, yet what caught his attention the most was the long, waist-length, snow white hair that cascaded down her shoulders and covered her eyes. She reminded him eerily of a lost angel.
She appeared disorientated, though she had a remarkable way of swaying gracefully in her steps without falling or stumbling over in clumsiness. Yet, it soon became clear to them that she had no idea where she was or had even realized their presence. An easy target.
"Hey!" Grim called out to her through a sinister smirk as an idea formed within his one-tracked mind.
The girl slowed to a shaky stop, her arms swinging to her side as her shoulders slumped forward. She didn't turn to regard him, but instead seemed to wait for him to continue on, cocking her head slightly to the side as though listening out for him.
"A pretty, little, sexy thing like you, shouldn't be wonder'in round here 'ere," he smirked, his words seeming to trigger a chain reaction from his men. There were whistles and mocked howls as some of them darted behind her, blocking off any possible escape that she could have used to get away.
"Yeah there's big, bad men out here who'll take advantage of that sexy little body of yours!" a guy named Brock mused with a dangerous smirk, as his hand slowly made its way to his back pocket where he kept his favourite flick-knife. Out of all the gang members, Mitch recognized Brock as the most psychotic. He had on many occasions bragged about how he had raped and killed women, and sometimes young teenagers, on their way from work or school, in some of the most brutal ways possible. He had once described how he had practically ripped a woman open by cutting bits of flesh off her, piece by piece with a blunt blade of one of his trusty little knives.
The girl didn't move or even look at the men as they circled her, seeming completely unconcerned and uncaring.
Brock moved quickly at an almost inhuman speed and wrapped an arm across her neck lightly pressing the blade against its delicate appearing, pale skin. He grinned at Grim darkly, before whispering something in her ear, to which her mouth twitched in response to.
"Yo' Mime boy…looks like you're test, found us," Grim mumbled, his eyes bright with deviousness. "Go over there and educate her about what happens to peeps that crash our parties uninvited."
Mitch swallowed inaudibly as he gave yet another firm nod of acceptance. He didn't really want to do this. Sure, he had in the past helped get rid of several bodies, but he had never killed anyone before. However, this was the final challenge that Grim had set for him, kill or be killed. The girl, as pale and as strangely beautiful as she was, would be easy to kill, considering that she hardly looked in any condition to walk, yet alone defend herself. He decided that she would be his first victim; after all, she was probably just like everyone else that he had known in his life. She probably looked at him with the same scorn as all the other supposing 'normal' people did, probably glancing at his tattooed-covered skin and multiple piercings with disgust, and thought of him as a freak, the vermin of society. For these beliefs did he really have to care about killing her?
He walked towards her at a casual pace that was somewhat stiff in apprehension, which he tried to hide with confident strides. He mentally scolded himself for not having had at least one hit of heroin before he met up with them, knowing that it would have at least calmed down his nerves a little better. He looked up in time to see Brock's knife coming right at him, and caught it before it hit him square in the forehead. For some reason it suddenly felt much heavier than normal, and there was a slight titbit of doubt crossing his mind on whether or not he could go through with this.
He looked up at the girl, surprised that in spite of having heard everything that had been said around her, and after surely figuring out what his intentions were…she remained absolutely calm and expressionless. He couldn't help but wonder why, feeling his confidence slip all that much further at her bravery.
Brock grinned at him encouragingly, giving him a thumb's up before dragging it roughly across her throat, his dark eyes blazing with excitement that seemed to be a clear indication that he wanted to see a gruesome show unfold. "Come on 'M' we aint got all day!"
Mitch stood before her, knife in hand as he gazed at her half covered face, curious to see the eyes of his soon to be first victim, before they were dulled over lifelessly. Brock laughed sadistically, as he reached the arm that he had draped over her neck, downward, and rested his rough, calloused hand over her breasts, before fondling them harshly…
In a movement almost too quick for their eyes to process, the girl had reached up and griped his offending hand, before twisting it right around in a full circle, causing a loud, spine-chilling crack to thunderously echo through their mind's ear, before she jerked the arm forward, ripping it entirely off his shoulder in one effortless motion and flung it to the side. Brock roared out in pain as the rest of the gang gave in to startled cries.
She causally brought her blood-soaked fingers up to her soft, plush lips and licked the life-giving liquid off with a slow, but stroke of her tongue, before she straightened her posture and used the same hand to brush away her snowy bangs, revealing a pair of pitch black eyes that struck ice-cold fear within their souls, which paralyzed them completely. No one could move or speak, except whimper and stare at her mindlessly, unable to command their bodies to do anything. Mitch shuddered violently in fear, only partly aware of the sudden wetness of his pants as he pissed himself.
She looked up them and smirked darkly, her eyes wild and dangerous with evil menace and amusement. She slid her tongue over her top lip, briefly revealing a sharp pin-pointed fang, before narrowing her eyes predatorily. There was nowhere they could run…nowhere they could hide…and too far for anyone to hear their screams.
The trio darted through the restaurant's glass doors in a hurry, leaving behind a very concerned manager who stared, wide-eyed, after them, as well as a few other curious gazes from the dining guests, each giving their own opinions and assumptions about what had caused their hasty retreat in low murmurs and whispers. Yugi could sense that the vampire was close; much too close for his liking.
The moment they were out in the open, Yami was able to sense the threat too, though his senses were not nearly as strong as Yugi's and required more concentration. "Is it Seto?" Yami inquired, as he guided Tea hastily through the parking lot, holding her hand in an iron clasped grip that not even the gods would have been able to break.
"No, I don't recognise this one at all," Yugi responded quickly, keeping slightly ahead of them as they meandered through the parked cars.
"Yami, what's going on?" Tea asked in a shaky voice, doing her best to keep up with him, which was near to impossible with the heels that she was wearing.
"There's a vampire in the area that we don't know," Yami explained briefly, slowing down for her sake, "And it could be dangerous, especially for you, which is why we need to get you somewhere safe-"
"Shit!" Yugi halted in mid step and flung a protective arm out in front of the couple, stopping them from going any further. "It's here!"
Yami immediately pulled Tea behind him and took a protective stance in front of her, while Yugi did a quick sensory survey of their surroundings. The lot was so deathly silent that Tea could hear her own rapid heartbeat, and the suspension that hung claustrophobically and heavily in the air, seemed to smother her as she gave in to small pants. Time slowed down drastically, and minutes felt like hours, until they were finally greeted with harsh thudding sounds made by casually paced footsteps, which made their way toward them from the pitch darkness of an alleyway directly ahead of them. Both Yami and Yugi glared into the alley's dark passage at someone in particular, to which Tea's human-eyesight could not trace.
Tea held her breath anxiously as the footsteps neared their final destination, wondering fearfully what the dark had, up until this point, hid from sight. The single street lamp that was a little distance away from them, flickered its dull light several times before steadily glowing yellow, providing just about the only source of light in the parking lot. She forced herself to take a deep breath and clutched onto Yami's arm as the enemy finally emerged from the shadows…
The vampire's most prominent feature was the shock of white hair that reached just past his shoulders, which seemed to take on a glow of its own with the assistance of the lamp's artificial light. He regarded each of them with an observant, yet careful gaze, seeming to take a particular interest in Yami.
"So…we finally meet…Prince Atem," the white-haired vampire said in a honey coated voice, which didn't sound nearly as sinister as they had previously expected.
"Prince Atem? Tea whispered in confusion, wondering why the vampiric stranger before them, had referred to Yami as such.
"I'll explain later," he softly whispered back to her, before turning to glare suspiciously at the vampire with a cold gaze of warning. "A pleasure I'm sure…but I'm afraid that I've never had the privilege of making an acquaintance with-"
"Oh for Ra's sake, let's just skip the fucking formalities. Tell us who the hell you are, how you know who we are, and what the fuck you're doing here? Or better yet, when do you plan on leaving?" Yugi interrupted rudely, as he glared evil daggers directly into the unfazed chocolate eyes of the white-haired vampire, who responded with a small amused smirk.
"Of course, my sincere apologies, I can be quite forgetful sometimes…I am Ryou…of the Southern Clan. It's an honour to meet you."
'Oh mother of Ra!'
'Shit!'
Both Yami and Yugi's body tensed. This was definitely not good!
Yami ground his teeth together and side-glanced at their surroundings as he weighed up their options in terms of possible escape routes. He knew that he was more than capable of holding his own if their brief confrontation came to violence, and even more so confident in Yugi's ability to put up a good enough fight…but he couldn't risk Tea's safety, as she was his biggest priority, and just because Ryou didn't appear hostile at present, did not entirely mean that he would not attack them. Another thing that bothered Yami about Ryou was the fact that he was confronting them alone, which was very unusual in vampiric terms and often a fatal mistake. This meant that he was either out of his mind, or very sure of himself...and when vampires were sure of themselves, they knew something that their opponents didn't.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ryou of the Southern Clan, but what is it exactly that you want?" Yami asked as politely as he could, though his stance and tone was highly defensive.
Ryou smiled gently, which startled and shocked the vampire brothers tremendously. There was something too human about Ryou's expression, something that neither twin had ever seen, on a normal vampire's face, before. "Prince Atem, I have travelled all the way from Egypt, in search of none other than yourself, in the hope of finally being able to meet you, with only rumours of your existence to guide me."
"That's not fair! How come he only wants to meet you and not me too? Bastard!" Yugi's mental voice whined childishly.
Yami did his best not to roll his eyes. "I see…and for what reason if I may ask?"
It was then that something strange began to take place before their very eyes. Ryou's face darkened and his slightly warm features turned cold and evil. His eyes grew angry and psychotic, and he seemed to fall over the edge of insanity as his fangs peaked out at the corners of his mouth. The twins were stunned into silent horror at his immediate transformation that took place within mere seconds, never having seen anything like it before.
"You ask too many questions you're Highness! My business is of my own and I shall do as I please without having to answer to you! Is that understood? You're Majesty?" He bellowed loudly, his thunderous voice, which sounded so different to what it had earlier, bounced off the alley walls and ran down into the deserted streets, blackened by the dark shadows of the night. Each word sounded as though they had left a bitter and sour taste on the vampire's tongue, and his eyes gazed angrily into theirs. Tea shuddered in fear and automatically gripped onto Yami more tightly, as her heart raced. Ironically, she found herself more afraid for Yami's safety than her own.
"Look here you frikin white haired freak!" Yugi growled angrily, protectively shifting sideways so that he blocked Tea from the suddenly aggressive, vampire's view. "When you enter our territory, it is our business, and if you want something from Atem then it is his business, and if you don't cut the crap and want to start something here, then it becomes my business…"
The vampire turned his dark eyes to Yugi with a curious and almost surprised look, before seeming to carefully observe him with a glint of malice sparkling in his dark orbs. "Ah yes…I temporarily forgot that you were still here, child. How unusual, I see that you are fully fledged…You look very much like Prince Atem, why is that?"
Both Yami and Yugi's mouth dropped open in disbelief.
"What the fuck? Are you kidding me? Don't you know who I am?" Yugi growled in irritation, getting bored with playing the vampire's game, and also a little annoyed at the prospect that his brother was more popular than him.
The white-haired vampire glared at him darkly without giving an answer, yet at the same time his silence was able to confirm it. Yugi's eyes widened slightly, before becoming very suspicious of the vampire he now considered an enemy. Something was definitely amiss.
"How is it that you know of my name, but not that of my brother's?" Yami asked suddenly, which earned a surprising reaction from the enemy vampire.
"Your brother?" the vampire rasped in utter shock and surprise, his wide eyes dancing from brother to brother in an awe-stricken and partly suspicious gaze. "That is impossible! Akunumkanon never produced a living half-born after your birth, you lie!"
"How the hell would you know anything about our father?" Yugi growled, not at all liking the snowball's attitude, or the fact that he had been called a child.
"That is none of your concern child, just know that I do and silence yourself, before I silence you permanently!" he threatened darkly.
Yami's immediate brotherly instincts kicked in and he quickly jumped to Yugi's defence as he always had in the past when someone threatened his life. "Don't you dare threaten my brother Ryou!" he growled warningly, narrowing his eyes into cat-like slits. "I will not allow that. In fact, I will not allow you to confront us so arrogantly on our turf and then claim us to be liars without having your facts straightened out first. Indeed, our father was unable to produce a living half-born after our birth."
"Yeah you fucking moron, we're twins!" Yugi spat almost smugly, as he crossed his arms over his chest, giving the shocked vampire before them a death glare. "And so help me Ra, if you call me a fucking child one more time, I'll stick that entire fucking street lamp up your ass…and I'm not kidding!"
Yami had to fight back a grin. He knew for a fact that Yugi really wasn't kidding.
The vampire's eyes were wide with surprise and disbelief. "Twins…it can't be…it's not possible!" he once again glanced from Yami to Yugi, seeming to take in the obvious similarities between them with a whole new understanding and realization.
'Fuck this! Yami this guy is a fucking screwball, let's get out of here!' Yugi suggested telepathically, shooting his brother a questionable side-glance, to which Yami jerked a slight nod, before turning his sharp ruby eyes to their enemy.
"Believe what you want, but I feel that we have exchanged enough words tonight and must now go our separate ways, farewell," Yami said politely, though his tone was cold and almost threatening. He snaked an arm around Tea's waist and began to gently guide her to the side, intending on leaving peacefully.
The vampire's eyes immediately darted to the retreating couple, "Cease your retreat immediately Prince Atem, we are not yet finished."
"The hell you're not!" Yugi growled angrily. "Since I know my brother is too polite to decline your proposition accordingly, allow me to do it for him on his behalf – go fuck yourself!"
"Enough!" the vampire bellowed angrily as he swung around on his heels to face the tiny form of the youngest twin. "I've had enough of your constant interference you insignificant, little abomination! Your existence is a mistake! You are a mistake! And it'll be my foremost pleasure and honour of ridding our race of such a parasitic little weakling that dares to call himself a vampire! You will-"
Yami's fist slammed into the white-haired vampire's cheek, sending him sprawling to the ground in a crumpled heap, as the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed brutally through the stillness of the night. He had acted on impulse without realizing what he was doing, though inwardly he had no regrets…but that's when things began to get weirder.
"Now, now Bakura…we must be courteous to our own kind!" A new and completely different voice spoke from his lips, as he lifted himself off the ground in a jerky manner, almost as though he wasn't used to his own body.
The white haired vampire's head fell forward slightly as his eyes dulled over to an almost pale shade of grey, which seemed unfocused and dazed, as though he had slipped into a trance. Yugi gasped involuntarily as he sensed a different kind of power pressure build up within the enemy vampire, which was not only the most powerful pressure he had ever felt, but also the darkest. His eyes cleared and an ice-cold and incredibly evil look swirled within them. The trio gasped as they looked into the eyes of pure evil, aware that something was very wrong with what was taking place here.
'Holy Ra! Is he fucking schizophrenic?' Yugi's mental voice rang out alarmingly in Yami's mind.
He observed the vampire before them with a concerned and cautious gaze. He didn't quite know what to make of the extreme jumps in personality differences, which the white-haired vampire seemed to jump through from time to time, but something told him that this specific one was a totally different entity all together. "Ryou?" he asked cautiously.
An evil smirk curled onto his lips.
"Uh…Bakura?" he tried again, recalling the second name that he had mentioned shortly before slipping into his third creepy state.
A rumpling, chortled laughter caught in his throat, which could have almost been mistaken for a growl, if it weren't for the evident amusement in his eyes. "Not quite, young prince…you must forgive my young servant's social skills and short temper, as well as his failure to give proper introductions," he chuckled coldly to himself, finding something funny. He gazed at Yami with a cold, but seemingly fond smile, seeming rather thoughtful for several minutes. "Oh Atem…how you've grown."
His words sent an ice cold chill up Yami's spine. "What?"
'Yami this creep is a fucking psycho! We've got to get out of here and we've got to get out of here now!"
The vampire cocked his head to the side, his interest now focussed on the one person that neither of the twins had wanted him to even notice. Tea!
"My, my…what a beautiful young human girl," he said menacingly as strange look flashed in his black eyes.
Yami pulled Tea completely out of his view, growling defensively. "Leave her out of it!"
He smiled darkly as he lifted his eyes to Yami's, seeming to secretly challenge him with his gaze. Thoughts seemed to escalate within his black orbs, suddenly reminding Yami of his ability, which in all the drama he had forgotten he possessed. Without a second's thought of hesitation, Yami immediately set his mind-reading ability into focus, with the intention of penetrating his opponent's evil mind and uncovering the mystery of what was really going on, when a searing, electrifying pain, blasted through his own.
He cried out and clutched his throbbing head, clenching his teeth tightly as pain seared through every corner of his skull, which was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Tea grabbed onto him in concern, her eyes wide with fear. "Yami! Yami are you okay? What's wrong?"
"What the fuck did you do to my brother asshole?" Yugi growled in rage, his fangs sliding down the sides of his mouth as he darted a worried look back and forth between Yami and the psycho, unsure of which to deal with first.
The vampire calmly and patiently turned his gaze away from Yami, and smiled amusedly at Yugi. "Why, I didn't do anything young one. Your…brother…is the one at fault for his own pain…looking into more than one mind at the same time can be quite a challenge for someone that is, should we say, underdeveloped?" he smirked, his dull soulless eyes seeming to glow with a secretive, knowing look.
Yugi glared at the vampire that was really starting to piss him off. Underdeveloped? Was he implying that Yami was weak because he wasn't yet fully fledged? If that was the case, the vampire couldn't be further from wrong!
Yami's pain began to subside as his breathing returned to normal, though his eyes were still narrowed in a mid-flinch. The vampire seemed to regard him for several seconds, before refocusing on Yugi. "You interest me little one…tell me, what is your power?"
Yugi growled irritably, "Like I would fucking tell you anything you son of a bitch! First you threaten to kill me, then you insult me, and then you attacked my brother – and now suddenly you're interested? Fuck you!"
The vampire's strangely inviting expression remained stationary, though it was noticeable that his eyes had darkened with a dangerous glint. "It's no matter young one…we are after all on the same side are we not…as vampires?"
Yugi's jaw clenched as he glared directly into the vampire's black eyes, refusing to answer him.
The vampire narrowed his eyes curiously, obviously not the type to make assumptions out of unanswered questions or perhaps unsatisfied with Yugi's silence. "I see…well regardless, things will change soon enough," he stated simply, before resting his gaze back on Yami, who had finally recovered from his ordeal at a much quicker pace than what he had previously predicted, and smiled. "You are much stronger than I realised Atem…you will most definitely make a fine vampire in the near future-" "My Lord! You can't be serious-" "Silence Bakura!"
The trio watched in silent horror as the vampire before them argued with himself in different voices.
"Yami…" Yugi whispered softly, as they watched the self-verbal battle that raged on between the vampire and whomever the hell he was at war with within himself.
"Yes Yugi?" Yami whispered back in response, his eyes just as wide and concerned as his younger twin's.
"He's…arguing with himself…"
"I know…"
The vampire growled, and suddenly before them, a change once again took place and they were once again confronted by the personality, which had previously been named Bakura. "It's your lucky day you're Highness! And even more so yours, you little ingrate," he flashed Yugi a look of hatred and scorn, "Next time, I'll make you wish that the mistake of your birth had been remedied at the hands of your father the minute you breathed in air from this world."
And before either twin could react to his venomous words, his head slumped forward limply with closed eyes, seeming to take on an almost peaceful look. His eyelids fluttered open and he gave in to a series of dry coughs, to which he brought up a hand to massage his throat for. "Good-" he coughed and cleared his throat, "Grief! I apologize, but I feel as though I've been screaming on the top of my lungs for hours, do pardon me, please." He coughed again for comfort reasons before he lifted his shy-like eyes that had once again softened to their normal chocolate colour, to the trio before him and seemed a little taken aback by the horrified looks that they were giving him. "Uh…is there something wrong?"
Yugi regarded him in the same comical way that he would have regarded any mentally unstable lunatic and slowly began to back away. 'Nah uh! Fuck this loony, I'm out of here!'
"We're leaving!" Yami informed him in as calm a voice as he could manage, guiding Tea away as hastily as he could, giving Yugi a brief, informative glance that invited him to join them in their escape.
The 'Ryou personality' opened his mouth to protest, but a voice only he could hear halted his actions immediately, and instead, simply waved them off, even though it was only Tea who had glanced back at him. He raised his eyes to the starless night above them, before gently blowing away a troublesome strand of white hair out of his eyes. "That didn't go nearly as smoothly as I had wanted," he said softly to himself.
He pulled his hands into frustrated fists and ground his teeth together, as an all too familiar ache swelled within the centre of his chest. He needed the smaller vampire out of the way immediately if he still hoped to accomplish what he had come all the way from Egypt to do…and there was only one that he knew of that would be able to do it for him…
He briefly glanced at the retreating trio once more, before soundlessly spinning on his heels and disappearing into the darkness.
"W-what exactly was that back there?" Tea asked shakily as Yami helped her into the car.
"Wish I knew!" Yami responded honestly as he buckled her in before shutting the car door. "Yugi?"
"Don't ask me, I don't have a fucking clue, but I will tell you guys one thing – that moment is going down in my records of the weirdest fucking minutes of my life! And I'm a vampire!" he grumbled as he climbed into the back seat.
Yami got behind the wheel and started the car, glancing warily at his surroundings to make sure that Ryou/Bakura/The Psycho wasn't planning on pulling a surprise attack on them, before reversing out of the parking space. "How the hell did he know about us?"
"Us?" Yugi asked rhetorically, "You mean you."
"Regardless! He knows more than he should, but what bothers me the most is that he claims to come from the Southern Clan…if that's true, then how exactly does he know anything about ours? It doesn't make any sense," Yami growled in frustration, speeding down the highway.
"He could be lying?" Yugi suggested quietly, though his tone suggested that he himself didn't believe it.
Tea bit her lip, her body still shivering from the nerves that refused to calm down. Yami side glanced at her, his expression immediately softening when he saw how scared she looked, and removed a hand from the steering-wheel and gently placed it on hers, giving it a light, comforting squeeze. "Are you okay?"
Not wanting Yami to regret taking her out that night or even worse, regret allowing her into his life period! Tea instantly began to nod her head, doing her utmost best to mask her true feelings. "Yeah, totally, I'm fine, I just…I just, uh…"
"She just needs a shot of brandy or something to calm her nerves," Yugi suggested wisely from the back seat.
"No!" both he and Tea responded at the same time.
"Jeez it was just a suggestion!"
"Yugi, is he following us?" Yami asked, ignoring his younger twin's last statement.
"No," Yugi answered back. 'He's heading towards the eastern side of the city, no doubt for a late night snack; I don't think he'll be a problem for the rest of the evening.'
Yami did his best to keep a low, frustrated growl to himself. He was somewhat glad that Yugi hadn't mentioned that verbally, as Tea, who he knew was close to breaking point in spite of how hard she tried to hide it, would not have been able to handle the dark and cruel truth that some innocent life was about to be lost in a matter of minutes.
Yugi thought about the weird white-haired vampire. Something was definitely wrong with him, despite the obvious faults. There had definitely been something unnatural about him, something dark and abnormal, even for a vampire. He had never come across one of his kind before that suffered from 'psychological' problems… "He must have had one fucked up transformation," he muttered aloud.
Yami glanced at him in the review mirror, catching on with what Yugi had meant immediately, in spite of not having heard the whole mental self-conversation Yugi had had with himself. Tea on the other hand was a little behind.
"Huh? What do you mean Yugi?" she asked curiously.
"Uh well…you see, on rare occasions, when someone is turned into a vampire, a weird reaction can sometimes take place, and it kind of messes them up a little…I uh, don't quite know how else to explain it…Yami?"
"He means 'messes them up' as in biochemistry kind of stuff. There's a chemical compound in vampire blood that can cause a fault in the transformation process, which can result in all kinds of defects, like extreme skin pigmentations or hair discolouration, and sometimes even mental dysfunctions. We once had a vampire in our clan whose transformation caused his skin to become so transparent that if he stood before a bright light, you could literally see some of his insides-"
"Which, was so fucking cool!" Yugi interrupted with a small chuckle.
Yami rolled his eyes and turned around a sharp corner that led down a deserted road. Tea made a face, clearly disgusted by the image that she had unwillingly imagined in her mind. "Eww!"
"It's not common, but it does happen, and it isn't something that you can really prevent. It's just one of those freak occurrences, though I suspect that it may have something to do with the person's genetic makeup before they are turned-"
"Ah for the love of Ra, did you have to turn our conversation into a boring science lesson? You're such a dork!" Yugi complained.
"Sorry, did I forget your low level of intelligence again? Next time, I'll try to use simpler terms," Yami retorted in a dry tone.
Tea smiled, before returning her thoughts back to the vampire, "So…do you think that something like that happened to Ryou Bakura?"
"Ryou Bakura?" Yugi asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Well…yeah, I didn't know which name to call him by, so I put both the names that he had mentioned together…it kinda sounds like it fits well enough, don't you think?" she asked shyly as a light blush burnt on her cheeks.
"Sure," Yugi answered in a bored tone, hardly sounding convinced.
"I'm not sure…he may have been completely insane before the transformation too," Yami answered as he parked the car next to her apartment building. "Either way though, we're going to have to be more careful, especially with your safety Tea." He remembered clearly how the vampire had looked at her, with too much of an interest for his liking.
Tea nodded in slowly in understanding, her eyes downcast and troubled.
"Uh…want me to check out the perimeter for any signs of threats?" Yugi offered as he unlocked the car door, casting a grief glance at Tea before shoving it open. Yami turned and looked back at him with a confused expression, but Yugi didn't give him time to reply as he leapt out onto the sidewalk without waiting for an answer. "Okay great, I'll be right back," he winked at Yami, before vanishing into the night in what seemed to be a black fast-moving and shadowy mass.
Yami blinked several times as he watched after him in silent confusion, wondering why Yugi would need to do a surveillance check, when he had an internal sensor that indicated when another vampire was near…
"Yami?" Tea's soft spoken voice managed to snap him out of his thoughts.
"Yes Tea?"
"About what happened back there…there's, uh, a question that I've-"
"I know…you want to know why Ryou called me Prince Atem, right?" he finished for her with a small smile.
She nodded her head gently as she lifted her eyes to his, relaxing immediately when she felt their warmth.
He breathed in deeply and leaned back against his seat, keeping his scarlet eyes on hers. "Remember earlier, when I told you my father was a highly respected figure back in Egypt?" he paused in his explanation as she nodded. "Well, he's not just respected…he's kind of worshipped like a god and celebrated as the king of our vampire clan." Yami sighed and closed his eyes, as his thoughts drifted back to the past.
"A king?" Tea repeated in a low whisper with wide and shocked eyes.
"Yeah…but it get's better, he used to be a great and powerful pharaoh, three thousand and thirty six years ago when he was still human. A highly respected monarch that lead his kingdom on the side of Ra," he opened his eyes and smiled bitterly, "And then he became the king of darkness…the first vampire in the world, by choosing immortality and power at the cost of his soul and Ra-given gifts that he took for granted."
Tea gasped, "U-uh…r-really?"
Yami smiled at her softly, before nodding his head, "Like I said, my blood binds me to this lifetime as well as many others…that is why I'm titled as Prince Atem, just like Yugi is titled as Prince Yugi."
"Is your father…evil?" Tea whispered softly, as she gazed down onto her hands that were rested on her lap.
"Incredibly," Yami muttered without emotion.
"But…he must have loved your mother, surely? I mean since they…you know," she said in what sounded like a very hopeful voice.
Yami gave in to a low sigh. He had hoped that this particular topic, about the relationship his parents had had, would never come up, but there was no way to avoid it now, since he had promised Tea, as well as himself, that he would never keep anything from her. "No," he whispered remorsefully, "He didn't feel anything for her in the slightest. Vampires, Tea, don't have relationships…they have sexual slaves."
He waited for his words to sink in, and when they did she gave a loud gasp. "Y-you mean…"
"My mother was abducted and dragged against her will into my father's chambers, raped repeatedly by him, fed off by him, and eventually impregnated by him. She spent the rest of her days been tortured in ways that I can't even bring myself to think about, right up until her death…my father never once showed her any affection or mercy," Yami ground his teeth together in anger, as the hatred he felt towards his father grew. True, he had never known his mother enough, to truly love her or miss her as he would have, if he had just a few years of memory of her, but she was still his mom and she didn't deserve to die in the way that she did…especially because of him.
"I'm so sorry…" she whispered as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
Yami's gaze softened as he took her hand and gave it a light squeeze. If there was anyone that could relate more to his mother's ordeal, it was her. He opened his mouth to apologise for reawakening the pain of her old and personal memories of her own abuse, when she cut him off with a statement of her own. "You're not like him at all…she'd be so proud of you."
Yami was stunned into silence. He had absolutely no idea how to respond to that statement, because anything that he would have said would have been an outright lie. He didn't believe that his mother was proud of him, how could she be when giving birth to him had caused her death? Yet, denying it would hurt Tea's feelings, or result in an argument which he didn't have the energy for. As for the 'not been like his father' that was definitely up for debate, but he wasn't going to get into that right now…too much had already been said.
He forced himself to give her a small smile of gratitude and muttered thanks before pulling her into a warm hug, in which they remained in silently for several minutes, until Tea accidentally gave voice to her private thoughts without awareness, "Can't believe I fell in love with a prince."
"Is that really much of a stretch from the belief that you fell in love with a vampire?" Yami whispered amusedly through a small grin, secretly amused when he felt her body tense.
Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment and she felt like kicking herself for being so stupid. She could not believe she had just blurted that out, and didn't even want to imagine what Yami thought of her now. There were rules about this weren't there? Damn it, she couldn't even think straight. Did he think that she was moving too fast now?
She her bit her lip nervously, "I, uh, mean…I meant…shit, I'm sorry!"
Yami chuckled and pulled away from her slightly, though continued to hold her close, as he gazed deeply into her eyes with his dark red ones. Without been able to help it, he gently reached up and caressed the side of her face, his fingertips gently gliding over the softness of her cheek, before leaning forward to place his lips on hers. She sighed into the kiss, eagerly returning it in spite of still feeling awkward and embarrassed, loving the feeling of his lips against hers. She felt his arms tighten around her, pulling her closer to his firmly built chest, deepening the kiss until they both needed air. He rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily.
He wanted to tell her that he loved her too, but he couldn't yet…not like this. She had been hurt too many times before in the past, told too many times that she was loved when in fact she was just been used…so he knew that his words would be just that - words - until he could prove to her that she did in fact mean more to him than life itself.
"Come one, let's get you inside, you're shivering," he said at last, pulling away from her, before hastily rushing to open her door for her on the other side with vampiric speed that was too fast for her to see. She blinked twice as her mind registered movement, finding a small smile curl to her lips as she took his hand.
"Wow…you're fast," she commented with a trace of admiration in her voice. She was a little disappointed that Yami hadn't returned her feelings, but hid them well, knowing that she couldn't possibly expect him to feel the same way after only a few days. In fact, when she thought about it more, she realized how stupid she was being of falling in love with him as quickly as she was. She had to pull herself out of her dreamland and remember that this was reality, not a fairytale. There was still a chance that Yami could find and fall in love with another girl, or possibly, being the overprotective guy that he was, leave her to keep her safe…
She forced those feelings away as she looked at him, her incredibly hot, half-vampire, Egyptian prince, boyfriend. If there was one lesson in life that she had to learn, it was to live in the now, and right now, Yami was there before her, solid and alive, not a figment of her imagination, but a living and breathing person. He had chosen her over a girl that she had lost so many 'men' in her past to, without a second's worth of hesitation, not to mention how he blatantly ignored Mai the first time he met her. This wasn't just any guy…and if he did leave her, she knew that she would be heartbroken, but right now, he was there and that was all that had to matter.
"Yami?" she asked him shyly, lowering her gaze from his, "Would you mind doing me a favour?"
"Of course Tea, anything you want," he said as he took her hands into his, tugging her gently towards him.
"Would you…mind staying with me tonight? I don't want to be alone." Or end our date just yet, she added secretly to herself.
He wrapped his arms around her again and pulled her into a protective embrace, burying his face in her hair and breathed in her scent. "Of course I will," he said before kissing her forehead. He was about to guide her back to her apartment, when he allowed a low irritated growl escape his throat, sensing Yugi's presence behind him. 'Of course he would choose now to interrupt.'
"Pardon my interruption, but before you two get stuck like that, can I have a word with you?" Yugi requested his eyes focussed pointedly at Yami.
He narrowed his eyes at Yugi, but nodded his head all the same, before turning back to Tea. "I'll be right up."
"I'll be waiting," she smiled, before slowly walking away, briefly waving Yugi goodbye before she disappeared through the front doors.
Yami shoved his hands into his jacket's pockets and turned to face his shorter brother, breathing in the cool night air. "What's up?"
Yugi grinned, "Have you ever notice that we never speak Egyptian to each other, even when it's just us?"
Yami frowned and cocked an eyebrow, "Yugi, the incredibly wonderful and romantic date that I had planned for tonight fell just short of a disaster, and to make matters worse there's a new enemy skulking around on the streets that happens to be even more insane than you, and right now all I want to do is spend time with Tea and try to salvage what's left of our evening together…so if you really pulled me away from her just to point out crap that I really don't care about-"
"Yikes! Here's another pointless piece of crap that I'm going to point out to you – you PMS like a bitch! Besides, if you two could see yourselves when you're together like I can, then you'd also want to hurl your guts out!" Yugi chuckled, skilfully dodging Yami's attempt to get him into a headlock.
"Don't make fun of something that you'll never experience," Yami growled playfully.
"Yami, the day I get overly-emotional and starry-eyed over a girl, I want you to sock me one so hard that fragments of my skull will exit out the back of my head, 'kay? Good!" Yugi straightened himself out and tugged on his jacket, before turning serious, "And yeah…there is something that I want to talk about. It's about our new little vampire friend, this Baka-ura or R-ho character…I really don't trust this guy, there's something very strange and wrong about him."
Yami nodded in agreement and folded his arms, "Yeah, I think we all kind of figured that when he started talking to himself in three different voices."
"It's not just that…his power was the strongest I have ever felt before and old…In fact near the end there, I'm certain that I could probably date it back even more than three thousand years…much older than our father's." Yugi said almost nervously.
A chill crawled up Yami's spine. "That's impossible Yugi, vampires only came into being, three thousand years ago thanks to our father; you know how the story goes."
"Mmm-hmm…but I also know what I felt, and," Yugi glanced away, biting the inside of his lip, "I don't know if we can take him."
Yami gazed at Yugi in surprise, never having heard him lack confidence in his abilities before. "I've never known you to be scared before Yugi."
Yugi shook his head, seeming rather offended by the accusation, "I am not scared of anything! Especially this fucking psycho! Though I might have a slight fear of, uh…commitment, but other than that, I'm fearless!"
"Well if you are, don't hesitate to return back to Egypt."
"And leave you behind?" Yugi mocked a look of horror, "No, never! Can't do it, it would be just too painful and heartbreaking!"
Yami smirked, "Yeah I'd bet, torturous in fact."
"You took the words right out of my ass big bro," Yugi grinned, as he glanced in the apartment building's direction, up to the window on the seventh floor. "Is she worth it?"
Yami frowned, "Yes of course she is!"
"That's all I need to know," Yugi said simply before making a move to leave, when Yami stopped him.
"Yugi, when you first came to Domino City, what did you mean when you said you weren't going to kill her, but do the opposite?"
Yugi smiled mysteriously, "Decisions change…and so does the future."
Yami frowned in confusion, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"It means that I can't answer you now," Yugi grinned, before looking up at the stars, seeming thoughtful rather than interested in the glitter-glowing masterpieces of the universe.
"Oh yeah, I forgot, we keep secrets from each other nowadays," Yami said in a bitter, but tired sounding voice, as though he was beginning to give up on fighting what seemed to be a losing battle.
Yugi looked at Yami with an almost remorseful gaze, seeming to want to say something that he couldn't.
"Just answer me one thing then Yugi, just one…whose side are you really on, and no more bullshit…just tell me that, and we can go on with our lives…or life in my case, and undead journey in yours," Yami practically pleaded, the years of pain and exhaustion of his and Yugi's silent battle catching up on him.
Yugi stared at him for a long time, meeting his older brother's challenging eyes with sincere, honest ones, before a small human smile crept onto his lips. "Yours."
Yami gasped in surprise, but wasn't dumb enough to be fooled a second time. His eyes soon turned untrusting and cold as he regarded his shorter brother.
"I understand why you don't trust me Yami…but I don't want us to fight anymore. What's it going take?" Yugi asked almost reluctantly.
Yami thought about it for a moment, his feelings challenged and tormented. He didn't for one minute think that he could trust Yugi, but at the same time, he wanted to believe that he could, and in spite of everything that had forced them apart in the past, there was just that little irritating, brotherly instinct that prevented him from turning the one chance that could bring them together again, down…
"You have to stop killing," he replied at last.
Yugi growled and turned his head away, "Come on! I'm a vampire it's what I do!"
"Then we can't be brothers anymore," Yami answered simply.
Yugi hissed, "What if I just kill the bad guys?"
"A life is a life Yugi," Yami muttered impatiently.
"Yeah, but murderers get the death penalty anyway! And rapists should get the death penalty!"
He had a point, and unfortunately a good one.
"Yugi, you have killed and raped girls before, but no one has killed you yet, so how can you use that as a justification?"
"Smartass!" Yugi growled in defeat, crossing his arms across his chest, "Though just to let you know, all the girls that I've slept with in the past have given me their consent!"
"In the same way a human would use a date rape drug," Yami replied, fighting back a triumphal smirk. It wasn't often that he won verbal wars with his brother.
Date rape drug…Yugi's eyes widened. Memory loss…intoxicated state… "Son of Set!"
Yami cocked an eyebrow, "I guess that's one way of referring to me, but remember we share the same father-"
"No you fucking idiot, last night my drink was spiked! No wait…" he remembered the odd colouring of Tea's drink, "Not mine…Tea's."
At the mention of her name, Yami's interests peaked immediately. "What?"
"There was something suspect about it before I downed it in one go and right after that I began to feel really weird, like floating…and that's the last thing I can remember. There must have been something in her drink," Yugi said thoughtfully, trying to remember if he had seen any suspicious men hanging around them, when he was confronted by the realization that every single guy in the club that night was a candidate.
"I can't honestly say I'm surprise, there's no doubt in my mind that James…" Yami's words trailed off, as he realized that James had in fact been in the back room the whole time they had been together at the bar, which in fact ruled him out as a suspect. "No wait, he wasn't around then."
"He could have got someone else to do it," Yugi suggested.
Yami shook his head, "I would have heard him."
"Maybe it was just one of those random spikings; you know when a guy just sees a girls he wants to fu-"
"I get the picture."
Asshole, Yugi commented mentally. "Unless of course," he looked Yami up and down suspiciously, "You spiked the drink yourself?"
Yami raised an eyebrow.
"Or not…but then again you know what they say," Yugi stated mysteriously.
Yami rolled his eyes, "What do they say Yugi?"
Yugi was silent for several moments, caught in his own trap, "They say…things."
"Wow! How mind-blowing Yugi," Yami retorted sarcastically.
Yugi stuck out his tongue childishly, before turning to leave, "I'm leaving, go back and have fun with your girlfriend."
"What about our deal?" Yami called after him.
Yugi stopped in his tracks and rolled his head around in a defeated gesture. "Ok… I acknowledge the point you're trying to make about taking a human's life, so I won't kill anyone as from this day forward. But I will feed off them."
Yami was about to protest, but decided that this was at least a start. "Fine, deal, but not from innocents, and no one younger than 18 period."
Yugi nodded and began to stroll down the sidewalk, "I'll see you tomorrow night, dark and late!"
Yami smiled after him and shook his head, knowing that although it was too early to tell, it seemed as though a peace was on the horizon. He missed the closeness he shared with Yugi, and although he was unsure if he would ever have that with him again, he knew that they were on the right path towards something like it. He held that thought as he walked up to the apartment-building's double doors, leaving the strange abnormalities of the 'night-world' behind its closed doors, and made his way to the girl he loved...
(warning! Disturbing content)
Ryou made his way silently through the tunnel's entrance, wrinkling his nose immediately when the disgusting scents hit him. He cursed under his breath, and avoided stepping on anything that looked even vaguely suspicious. A few rats skittered past him, luckily not touching even a hair on him, for he may have purposely crushed their heads in, finding rats to be the worst vermin of all.
What would she be doing in a place like this? He asked himself thoughtfully as he glared at his grotesque surroundings, which reminded him more of a sewer than whatever land-device it was supposed to serve as. He leapt out the entrance and brushed his black blazer off, glancing around at his surroundings until the overpoweringly delicious smell hit him.
Blood! And lots of it!
She had her back turned to him, standing in the centre of a literal bloodbath, with damage that he in all his years of existence had never seen before. The small creek beside them ran blood instead of water, which gushed downward in a dark crimson stream, in which two lifeless bodies that seemed to have caught onto something, remained stationary with their eyes glazed over in death, staring wide open at him, their throats ripped out in a bloody mess, while another floated away in a face down position, his arm seeming to have been ripped off from his body entirely. There was also a body of a young teenager hanging from a tree nearby, oozing blood in a mini waterfall from his throat, while another lay in an awkward position with his legs bent backwards and a deep, vertical slash down his back that showed sharp fragments of his broken spine that protruded from his skin. On closer observation he also noticed that he was missing some of his fingers…
Ryou gulped nervously as he turned back to the girl he had been searching for, noticing that she had her head slightly cocked to the side, obviously having realized his presence. He began to walk towards her slowly, carefully stepping around bits and pieces of human body parts, recognizing a few misplaced teeth, fingertips, bone fragments…and a crushed missing heart. His eyes followed a dark trail of almost black blood that lead further on and rested on the body of what had once been that of a huge burly man, whose chest was ripped wide open, almost as though a bomb had exploded within it. It didn't take him a split second longer to realize that the ribcage had been forced open from the outside, and had no doubt that he found the owner of the missing heart.
He gave a disgusted growl as he stepped over it, which she responded to by turning around to face him, holding a head securely in her arms. He cocked an eyebrow at what she held, before lowering his gaze to the mutilated body that literally lay in pieces at her feet, supplying most of the blood that made up the pool that surrounded her…She had clearly not liked this human.
Dear Set!
"Lamia…what is this?" he growled.
She looked up at him with cold blankness, her black eyes bright with menace. He noticed that her black school-like outfit was drenched crimson with blood, and her long, perfectly sharp manicured nails were caked with the metallic-odour substance as well. She lowered her gaze down to the bold head that she held in her hands, that still had blood leaking out its mouth and eyes, before returning it to his chocolate coated eyes. "I was thirsty."
He growled in irritation, though there was a strained trace of nervousness in it. "Enough of this…I need you to do something for me-"
"Always need to do something…Always need to listen…Always and always," she chanted in a bored sounding, sing-song voice, and her eyes seeming faraway and distant. Her long silvery white hair gently stirred in the breeze, its ability to remain completely untainted amazing him, considering not a drop of blood had managed to touch it.
"Lamia!" he growled in an attempt to snap her out of her trance, "There's a vampire that I need you to take care of immediately-"
"Always so quickly…Always and always…Must take care of it, always, and always be quick…no time anymore…never time, always and always." She sang sweetly as she turned her back on him, still holding the head with downcast eyes. She gripped the head more tightly, her finger just touching one of the many studded rings that decorated its face, and with one swift movement, crushed it in completely, which spluttered wetly to the ground, like an exploded watermelon. She looked up at the sky that glittered with silver stars, "I'll take care of it!"
Ha! You wanted a vampire, I gave you two! Mwahahaha! But now, the question is, friends or foes?… hehehe, so what do you guys think? Right now, shit is starting to hit the fan, which you'll all see in good time, (winks).
Now, onto the questions: What's in the box? What's in box! Are you really sure you want to know? Don't worry Razz, she'll open it soon. Are the old characters going to come back? Say for example Joey? Guys, what would the show be without Joey Wheeler? [By the way, he was in chapter 12 guys, read carefully, you might be able to spot him.]
I really hope everyone is still enjoying this story as much as I am enjoying writing it. For those of you that were sharp, well done, but for those of you that didn't notice, 'The Mime' AKA 'Mitch' is in fact a character from the Yu-Gi-Oh show; he was the Slyfer wielding puppet that Merick used during Battle City.
And last but not least… I'm contemplating on an additional future character that I want to add into this story, but I thought that it would be nice to offer once more if any of you would like to be written in as a character.
So that was chapter 13 guys! Wow, it's come a long way. I re-read the original Perfect Strangers the other day and had a few giggles, because the plots are totally different. So I suppose it's time for me to go and start chapter 14…hmm I wonder what my characters are going to get up to?
See you next chapter! Love you lots!