Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dramatic Influences ❯ A Crimson Delight ( Chapter 3 )

Apartment

Mariku (Yami no Malik)

I rubbed my legs occasionally. The room was cold but it was definitely me considering that I only had silk, black boxers on. My legs from ankle to inner thigh were bandaged and from mid stomach to the top of my chest were also trapped within these cold, white binds. I could feel some bandages

on my neck and some on my forearms. Damn it all if I had known my fate at this point in time earlier then I would have opened my arms to death's door.

"Mariku-kun?", the female asked. "I brought you some soup I'm sure that you must be hungry, after all you were in bed for two months."

"WHAT!?", I exclaimed. TWO MONTHS!? WHY DIDN'T SHE SAY SO SOONER!?....Humans are idiots.

She cringed at the level of my voice, "Yes…I deeply apologize for not saying so sooner." Her steps became louder. She was coming closer.

I soon felt her delicate hands rest on my back and gently help me sit up. Glaring at her while she does this of course. No one has the right to touch me, soon she will know her place.

I was finally upright. She seemed to do a good enough job. I felt minimal pain when she helped me. Soon I saw a silver spoon with some very hot soup near my mouth. I smirked.

She was trying to feed me.

I turned my head away. There is no way that I shall eat such a disgusting dish.

"Mariku, why wont you eat your soup?"

"Because it is a horrible and disgusting platter for one such as myself", I stated.

She giggled.

"But you haven't even tried it yet."

I glared at her.

"Fine fine", she gave in, "what would you like to eat?"

I smirked, "Why, blood of course."

Her expression was incomprehensible. She seemed to not mind my statement and yet she was nervous. I despise humans.

"hn?", I looked up and shock spread through my body, although physically no one would tell that I was shocked.

She reached out for the scissors and planted them near her wrist, "If that is what you will eat then I hope that my blood will provide a suitable meal for you." Before I could respond she slashed the pair of scissors across her wrist and my lust for blood took over.

I grabbed her wrist and started licking, sucking, anything that gathered up her pools of crimson delight! She tasted like rain and honeysuckle. A taste that I found indescribable. The blood was so magnificent that I believe that I would pick a thousand flowers and be nice to mortals for the rest of eternity if I could have just one drop.

I removed my lips from her soft, damaged skin and licked my chin that was stained with the finest delicacy known to man. She started to bandage her wrist and went into the kitchen to clean up our little mess.

I found my boxers growing tighter on myself when I thought about her silky skin and thick, crimson blood.

That's it.

I must make this human mine and only mine.