Hellsing Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Darkened Life ❯ Chapter 4
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By: MageDragon17 
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Supernatural | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.09.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 272 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Supernatural | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.09.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 272 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh or Hellsing.
-Telepathy-
(Thoughts)
Chapter 4
That evening, Bakura was on his own, since Seras had to work.
(I wonder what will happen when everyone gets here tomorrow?) Bakura thought as he lounged on his bed.
-You'll find out now won't you? - Came a cold evil voice.
-Who? -
-Who do you think stupid? - Came the voice again. -Don't tell me you forgot about me after all these years. I am still here. -
-But, - Bakura stammered mentally, -you went into hibernation, sort of. Only something else more powerful than you could wake you from it. -
-Well apparently something did, - said the spirit. -I must tell you though; it's rather a surprise that something did wake me. -
(What could it have been?) Bakura thought to himself.
Suddenly a freezing cold zapped through him, and his vision went red and black for a second, and then it all vanished like it had never happened. Bakura sat up quickly, just as the spirit yelled at him. -What the hell did you do that for? -
-I thought it was you, - Bakura answered.
-It wasn't me you moron, - the spirit snapped.
-Then what was it? - Bakura asked.
-I don't know! - The spirit yelled.
Bakura shook his head. If that hadn't been the spirit, then what was it? -It seemed, like Alucard. -
-What are you mumbling about? -
-Do you even know what happened to me? -
-What did you get yourself into? -
-I didn't get myself into anything! - Bakura yelled at him. He actually surprised himself; he had never done that before. -Guess you haven't been awake very long have you? -
-Shut up, - the spirit spat. -Out with it then. -
-You just told me to shut up, - Bakura reminded him, actually having fun messing with him.
-Just tell me! - The spirit yelled.
-Grumpy, - Bakura said. -Fine, your host is no longer human. -
-What do you mean? - The spirit asked.
-I'm not human anymore, - Bakura answered. -Do you not comprehend those words? -
-Explain it to me you worthless human! -
-Worthless am I? - Bakura asked. -I thought you needed me to survive, isn't that right? - He heard the spirit growl. -And as for me not being a human anymore, well, it's true, sort of. -
-What do you mean 'sort of'? -
-Well, in literal terms, I'm dead. -
-What! But, you're still moving? -
-What besides a mummy can move? -
-Just tell me! And this time I'll say dead human! -
-Fine, - Bakura said, grinning mentally, making sure his fangs were clear to the spirit, -I'm a vampire. -
-You're a what?! - The spirit asked.
-Just what I said, - Bakura answered. -That might have been what woke you up, my transformation into a vampire. It wasn't a pleasant experience if I do say so myself. -
-Oh pity to you, - the spirit said sarcastically.
-Hmm, - Bakura thought, -maybe I should tell Seras you're awake, I did tell her about you and what you did to me. -
-Who's she? - The spirit asked.
-An old friend, - Bakura answered. -By the way we're in England. -
-How did you get here? -
-I'm still trying to figure that out. -
-Now you know why I call you a moron, - the spirit muttered.
-Shut up, - Bakura retorted, very annoyed at the spirit. Suddenly someone knocked on the door. The spirit's presence let Bakura's mind, and Bakura said, "Come in."
Walter opened the door. "You have an email, you may want to read. It may have something to do about tomorrow."
Bakura nodded and followed Walter back to the room where the computer was. The mail was from his father, saying he had gotten an unexpected call about a dig site in Hong Kong. It also said that Kiyo had gotten sick so his mother couldn't come either.
"Please don't let this whole thing be bad news," Bakura muttered as he scrolled down to the next paragraph. This one did have some good news. His father said that his friends were still coming, and the he had told them to go because they wanted someone to go and make sure that Bakura was all right. Bakura sighed and deleted the letter when he was finished reading it. "Well that changes things," Bakura muttered.
"Something wrong?" Walter asked.
"My parents can't come," Bakura said as he got up. "My friends are still coming though, which is one good thing." He made his way back to his room, pleased that he remembered the way back.
-So they're coming here? - The spirit asked as soon as they were inside.
-What's it to you? -Bakura asked. The spirit didn't reply, and it's presence faded again. (I wonder why he hasn't tried taking control of me?) Bakura wondered.
He sighed and plopped down on his bed. (I guess I'll see what happens tomorrow.)
***
The next morning, Bakura was so nervous that he was up at dawn and pacing his room to keep himself occupied. He knew if he talked the spirit of his ring he would just get annoyed, so he completely banished that idea as soon as it came to his mind.
"Their plane won't even be in until five o'clock this afternoon," Bakura muttered. "I have all day until then."
Seras poked her head in at around eight o'clock. "When we you up?" she asked him.
"Five thirty," Bakura answered.
"They're not supposed to be here until this afternoon," Seras said.
"I know that," Bakura mumbled as he sat down on his bed. "I'm just nervous. What will they say?"
"You'll find out when they get here," Seras said. "You know," she decided to change the subject, "you're going to have to eat soon."
"But-?" Bakura asked.
"I know not eat literally," Seras interrupted. She opened the door with her foot and carried her chair in from her room and set it down. "Catch," she said as she tossed something to him.
Bakura saw what it was two seconds before he was about to catch it, and pulled his hand away and let it land on his bedspread. "I don't think so!" He glared at the blood package that Seras also held.
"Yes you will," Seras said as she sat down his her chair. "Even if I have to force it down your throat, I'll make sure you drink it. All of it."
Bakura glared at her, "Why should I?"
"You won't change," Seras answered. "You'll stay just like you are. If you bite someone though, then you will change. You'll only be able to go out at night. That's all I can really tell you. The rest will probably be things you won't want to hear."
"I won't ask then." He sighed and tossed the blood pack onto the table, and then got his feet.
As he sat down in his chair, Seras said, "I started you out on type B, I thought type A might a be a bit too strong for you."
"Whatever," Bakura mumbled.
This was not a pleasant experience either. After several taunts and a few threats from Seras, Bakura finally took his first swallow, and it made his stomach churn.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Bakura gasped after he swallowed.
"You haven't consumed a thing in nearly three days," Seras said. "Of course you'll feel that way. Now, keep drinking."
"You're not," Bakura pointed out.
Seras tore off the tip of the built in straw and put in her mouth, making Bakura eat his words. "Continue," she said, the straw still in her mouth.
Bakura groaned and did as he was told, to his own displeasure.
When they were finally finished; Bakura still felt like retching, but he didn't.
"You'll get used to it," Seras said as she patted him on the shoulder and carried her chair out.
Right when she walked out, she nearly walked into Walter. "Oh, sorry Walter."
"Quite all right," Walter said, but he wasn't alone. Two people, a man and a woman stood behind him.
"Who are?" Seras asked.
"Acquaintances of Bakura's," Walter answered.
"Oh," Seras said.
The woman smiled at her, but the man seemed rather bored. "Ignore my brother," she whispered. "He's a little mad at me at the moment."
"Uh," Seras muttered, but nodded anyway. She went to her room and closed the door.
"He's in here," Walter said as he pointed to the door.
The woman poked her head into the room. Bakura was still sitting at the table, his head resting on his arms, his eyes closed.
"Hmm," the woman had an idea. She turned back to her brother and whispered into his ear. The man's bored expression changed to that of being interested, and then he got a glint of amusement in his eyes and laughed a little.
"All right, but if he gets mad at me I'm saying it was all your idea," the man said.
"It was though," the woman pointed. Walter raised an eyebrow and the woman smiled. "You'll see." She and her brother walked quietly into the room.
Bakura didn't hear them. They came right up next to him, and the man pulled a rod out of his belt loop and tapped him on the shoulder.
***
Author's Note: Hehe, am I evil? Yes I'm very evil. Review me and tell me what you think.
-Telepathy-
(Thoughts)
Chapter 4
That evening, Bakura was on his own, since Seras had to work.
(I wonder what will happen when everyone gets here tomorrow?) Bakura thought as he lounged on his bed.
-You'll find out now won't you? - Came a cold evil voice.
-Who? -
-Who do you think stupid? - Came the voice again. -Don't tell me you forgot about me after all these years. I am still here. -
-But, - Bakura stammered mentally, -you went into hibernation, sort of. Only something else more powerful than you could wake you from it. -
-Well apparently something did, - said the spirit. -I must tell you though; it's rather a surprise that something did wake me. -
(What could it have been?) Bakura thought to himself.
Suddenly a freezing cold zapped through him, and his vision went red and black for a second, and then it all vanished like it had never happened. Bakura sat up quickly, just as the spirit yelled at him. -What the hell did you do that for? -
-I thought it was you, - Bakura answered.
-It wasn't me you moron, - the spirit snapped.
-Then what was it? - Bakura asked.
-I don't know! - The spirit yelled.
Bakura shook his head. If that hadn't been the spirit, then what was it? -It seemed, like Alucard. -
-What are you mumbling about? -
-Do you even know what happened to me? -
-What did you get yourself into? -
-I didn't get myself into anything! - Bakura yelled at him. He actually surprised himself; he had never done that before. -Guess you haven't been awake very long have you? -
-Shut up, - the spirit spat. -Out with it then. -
-You just told me to shut up, - Bakura reminded him, actually having fun messing with him.
-Just tell me! - The spirit yelled.
-Grumpy, - Bakura said. -Fine, your host is no longer human. -
-What do you mean? - The spirit asked.
-I'm not human anymore, - Bakura answered. -Do you not comprehend those words? -
-Explain it to me you worthless human! -
-Worthless am I? - Bakura asked. -I thought you needed me to survive, isn't that right? - He heard the spirit growl. -And as for me not being a human anymore, well, it's true, sort of. -
-What do you mean 'sort of'? -
-Well, in literal terms, I'm dead. -
-What! But, you're still moving? -
-What besides a mummy can move? -
-Just tell me! And this time I'll say dead human! -
-Fine, - Bakura said, grinning mentally, making sure his fangs were clear to the spirit, -I'm a vampire. -
-You're a what?! - The spirit asked.
-Just what I said, - Bakura answered. -That might have been what woke you up, my transformation into a vampire. It wasn't a pleasant experience if I do say so myself. -
-Oh pity to you, - the spirit said sarcastically.
-Hmm, - Bakura thought, -maybe I should tell Seras you're awake, I did tell her about you and what you did to me. -
-Who's she? - The spirit asked.
-An old friend, - Bakura answered. -By the way we're in England. -
-How did you get here? -
-I'm still trying to figure that out. -
-Now you know why I call you a moron, - the spirit muttered.
-Shut up, - Bakura retorted, very annoyed at the spirit. Suddenly someone knocked on the door. The spirit's presence let Bakura's mind, and Bakura said, "Come in."
Walter opened the door. "You have an email, you may want to read. It may have something to do about tomorrow."
Bakura nodded and followed Walter back to the room where the computer was. The mail was from his father, saying he had gotten an unexpected call about a dig site in Hong Kong. It also said that Kiyo had gotten sick so his mother couldn't come either.
"Please don't let this whole thing be bad news," Bakura muttered as he scrolled down to the next paragraph. This one did have some good news. His father said that his friends were still coming, and the he had told them to go because they wanted someone to go and make sure that Bakura was all right. Bakura sighed and deleted the letter when he was finished reading it. "Well that changes things," Bakura muttered.
"Something wrong?" Walter asked.
"My parents can't come," Bakura said as he got up. "My friends are still coming though, which is one good thing." He made his way back to his room, pleased that he remembered the way back.
-So they're coming here? - The spirit asked as soon as they were inside.
-What's it to you? -Bakura asked. The spirit didn't reply, and it's presence faded again. (I wonder why he hasn't tried taking control of me?) Bakura wondered.
He sighed and plopped down on his bed. (I guess I'll see what happens tomorrow.)
***
The next morning, Bakura was so nervous that he was up at dawn and pacing his room to keep himself occupied. He knew if he talked the spirit of his ring he would just get annoyed, so he completely banished that idea as soon as it came to his mind.
"Their plane won't even be in until five o'clock this afternoon," Bakura muttered. "I have all day until then."
Seras poked her head in at around eight o'clock. "When we you up?" she asked him.
"Five thirty," Bakura answered.
"They're not supposed to be here until this afternoon," Seras said.
"I know that," Bakura mumbled as he sat down on his bed. "I'm just nervous. What will they say?"
"You'll find out when they get here," Seras said. "You know," she decided to change the subject, "you're going to have to eat soon."
"But-?" Bakura asked.
"I know not eat literally," Seras interrupted. She opened the door with her foot and carried her chair in from her room and set it down. "Catch," she said as she tossed something to him.
Bakura saw what it was two seconds before he was about to catch it, and pulled his hand away and let it land on his bedspread. "I don't think so!" He glared at the blood package that Seras also held.
"Yes you will," Seras said as she sat down his her chair. "Even if I have to force it down your throat, I'll make sure you drink it. All of it."
Bakura glared at her, "Why should I?"
"You won't change," Seras answered. "You'll stay just like you are. If you bite someone though, then you will change. You'll only be able to go out at night. That's all I can really tell you. The rest will probably be things you won't want to hear."
"I won't ask then." He sighed and tossed the blood pack onto the table, and then got his feet.
As he sat down in his chair, Seras said, "I started you out on type B, I thought type A might a be a bit too strong for you."
"Whatever," Bakura mumbled.
This was not a pleasant experience either. After several taunts and a few threats from Seras, Bakura finally took his first swallow, and it made his stomach churn.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Bakura gasped after he swallowed.
"You haven't consumed a thing in nearly three days," Seras said. "Of course you'll feel that way. Now, keep drinking."
"You're not," Bakura pointed out.
Seras tore off the tip of the built in straw and put in her mouth, making Bakura eat his words. "Continue," she said, the straw still in her mouth.
Bakura groaned and did as he was told, to his own displeasure.
When they were finally finished; Bakura still felt like retching, but he didn't.
"You'll get used to it," Seras said as she patted him on the shoulder and carried her chair out.
Right when she walked out, she nearly walked into Walter. "Oh, sorry Walter."
"Quite all right," Walter said, but he wasn't alone. Two people, a man and a woman stood behind him.
"Who are?" Seras asked.
"Acquaintances of Bakura's," Walter answered.
"Oh," Seras said.
The woman smiled at her, but the man seemed rather bored. "Ignore my brother," she whispered. "He's a little mad at me at the moment."
"Uh," Seras muttered, but nodded anyway. She went to her room and closed the door.
"He's in here," Walter said as he pointed to the door.
The woman poked her head into the room. Bakura was still sitting at the table, his head resting on his arms, his eyes closed.
"Hmm," the woman had an idea. She turned back to her brother and whispered into his ear. The man's bored expression changed to that of being interested, and then he got a glint of amusement in his eyes and laughed a little.
"All right, but if he gets mad at me I'm saying it was all your idea," the man said.
"It was though," the woman pointed. Walter raised an eyebrow and the woman smiled. "You'll see." She and her brother walked quietly into the room.
Bakura didn't hear them. They came right up next to him, and the man pulled a rod out of his belt loop and tapped him on the shoulder.
***
Author's Note: Hehe, am I evil? Yes I'm very evil. Review me and tell me what you think.