Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Innocent Dark ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

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Author: Yami Neferbre

Title: INNOCENT DARK

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, Blade, or Underworld, or any of the songs that I use

Paring: SetoxYami

Rating: R (just to be safe)

Warning: Violence, language, sexual content

Spoilers: None

Summary: It's a remake of my Half a Soul story, and jus for u Dragon, it's a SetoxYami yaoi story.

Status: Incomplete 4/?

A/N: Sorry that the last chapter, and well in my opinion, the first few chapters were boring and well not very eventful. Things are now going to start happening, and the story/plot is now going to be moving along, I am desperate to write some action stuff lately, lol. Hope that you enjoy this, especially Red Rose Yuki, sorry about how the last one was so boring, I'll agree with you that it was.

Chapter Dedication:

To Dragon, for helping me with this chappie and beta'ing it for me. Hope you enjoy.

INNOCENT DARK

CHAPTER FOUR

“Yami!” Bakura bellowed as they dashed into the woods, pushing tree branches away desperately as he crashed through, his eyes darting from side to side. Seto ran along side him, worried cerulean scanning the woods around him, all the while dodging trees and jumping over fallen logs and dodging boulders. They ran; not knowing where they were going, and truly not caring. Above the sky grew darker, casting heavy shadows over the two friends as they continued to crash about, stopping rarely to regain their breath.

Stumbling to a halt in the center of a clearing, Bakura collapsed to his knees in exhaustion. It was nearly pitch black and they had been sprinting for hours by now searching for Yami. They had found no signs, no footprints, nothing. Worry cascaded over the both of them, enveloping them and consuming their rational thoughts.

They could not see far in front of them. The moonlight was only able to break through the canopy of trees in minute areas, leaving them little guidance. Howls of wolves and the roars of bears reached their ears as they sat panting in the clearing, moonlight coating them in its comforting embrace. Locking gazes, the two friends placed their weapons upon the ground.

“Where in Ra's name is he? Blade would have contacted me by now if he had returned,” growled Seto. “If those bastards touched him I swear I'll kill every last one of them.”

“Bakura!” screamed a familiar voice from what seemed like meters away. Swiveling on the ground Bakura and Seto were met with a blur of black dashing past them, then a shivering figure clinging to Bakura's back. Startled, the slayer turned and nearly cried out with relief when he saw Yami, even as shrill, angered cries rang through the once silent woods. Looking up, both slayers gasped in shock as their eyes locked upon at least fifteen ominous figures barreling through the woods towards them - the glitter of their silver blades reflecting the moonlight creating a beacon.

Scrambling to their feet, Bakura urged his brother backwards with a small push. The fourteen-year-old needed no encouragement, sprinting towards home a few inches in front of the two slayers.

Springing over a fallen log, Seto glanced back briefly, spotting the vampires snarling furiously a few meters in their path and he lifted his handguns. Gripping the trigger, he squeezed it with all his might. The hot bullets sizzled briefly in the barrel before spiraling out and moving at an alarming rate towards the fiends. The bullets ripped through flesh; cries of pure agony filling the air as a few toppled to the forest floor, while the others pressed their hands against the wounds desperate to stop the blood flow.

He knew that it was enough to slow them down - for how long he did not care - but it would get them off of their tail and give them a few moments to find a hiding place. At the pace that they were going, they would not reach the house before the vampires caught up with them.

Careening around a large oak tree, Yami glanced back at Seto, the deafening roar of the gunshots ringing in his ears. The slayer averted himself and continued running, cerulean eyes smiling at him reassuringly, urging him to move fast. Bakura gripped his upper arm as soon as he caught up, holding it tightly and steering him towards a small hiding spot that they used to use in their village games of hide and seek.

In the darkness it was hard to decipher exactly where they were going. They were going by pure instinct and nothing more, hoping that they could find the small underground cave before they fell into it. Chocolate and violet gazed into the darkness as they leapt over fallen logs, and dodged trees and brush, all the while glancing behind them for their pursuing enemy, knowing full well that Seto did not have enough bullets to slow the beasts down for long.

“Right there Bakura,” Yami panted, dogging a tree. “It's just up that hill to our right.”

“Glad to see that you remembered,” grunted the slayer while keeping an eye on the vampires behind them. They were still far behind them and seemed like shadows in his vision. Nevertheless, Seto did not put away his guns. Their pursuers continued straight while they dashed to the right.

Climbing the hill, boots slipping on the fallen leaves of autumn, Yami fell to his knees, hands shifting furiously over the ground trying to find the edge of the small cave. Digits ran over cold, wet soil, the substance slipping under his fingers from the recent down pour of rain. Crying out when he found the entrance, he pulled Bakura down, shoving his brother in before following him into the solid darkness, Seto close behind him.

Somersaulting, Bakura dug his heels into the dirt, bringing his body to a halt before reaching out into the darkness and gripping his brother's shoulders. “What the hell are you doing out here alone?” he growled angrily.

Pushing Bakura's hands away forcefully, Yami leaned against the filthy cold walls of the cave. “Easy, I went for a small horseback ride just around the farm. But those bastards cornered me and shot Mystyc down. I had no choice but to run. Unless you want me to surrender to them,” he snapped, seething anger obvious in his voice.

Heaving a sigh, Bakura walked across the ground and sat beside Yami, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Sorry, you just had me worried.”

“I know,” Yami murmured, leaning onto his shoulder before glancing at Seto whom was crouched at the entrance to the cave. His eyes darting to the two guns glistening in his hands. “Are you sure it's safe to stay in the open Seto?”

Glancing back at the two, faintly making out their silhouettes he nodded. “Yes, someone needs to stand guard. If they notice that we are here, they could easily take you away if they get us cornered in here. Now shush, don't attract any attention.”

Blinking, Yami snuggled into Bakura's warmth; being in only a sleeveless shirt and a pair of breeches and boots he was rather cold. Realizing this, Bakura removed his jacket and covered Yami's front with it before pulling his brother closer to him hoping to warm his shivering frame.

The seconds ticked by like hours. The two brothers huddled together while Seto scanned the woods outside, watching with keen eyes for their adversaries, praying to any god that would listen as he did so. Hopefully, the vampires would not pick up on the scent of their blood and come racing back. If they did, he and the two brothers would not be able to get far before they were taken down. The house being nearly a half hour away at a running pace.

Yami's shivers began to subside as Bakura tried to rub warmth into his arms and back. Straining his eyes he gazed up at his brother, thankful that they had come looking for him. He knew otherwise that the vampires would have caught him. Spotting a small smile upon Bakura's face, he heaved a sigh of contentment and closed his eyes.

“Any injuries?” Bakura whispered. His cold hands running over Yami's torso feeling for dampness or lumps.

“No, if anything I may have a few bruises,” Yami murmured. “Watching the two of you has paid off more than I believed it would.”

“How so?” Bakura questioned, sitting back.

“I was able to knock a few to the ground before I ran into the woods,” he said, pride noticeable in his tone. “It helped me get this far.”

“Well that's good to hear,” Bakura chuckled softly, ruffling Yami's unruly hair. “At least I am good for something, other than being the best big brother in the world.”

“Someone's high on themselves,” grunted Seto from the entryway. Yami giggled at that, covering his mouth to stifle the sound. Then another echoed through the cave, footsteps coming from above.

Stiffening, Seto clambered back to where the two brothers sat. Sitting upon the other side of Yami, he pointed the ends of his guns towards the opening of the cave, watching for the unwanted visitor. More pairs of feet joined the other, echoing eerily and loudly through the small dark cave, forcing the group to hold their breath, praying that they were not found.

The wish was tossed out of the window as a figure jumped down from the roof of the cave, kneeling at the mouth and staring at them with a wide smirk on his pale and handsome face. Dark curly hair framed his face, while ice blue eyes were luminous in the dark. Placing a hand upon his one knee he chuckled, “I found them Frost, move your ass and get over here.”

“Cover your ears,” advised Seto. Yami barely had time to cover his ears before Seto was firing shots at the vampire who could be identified as Kraven. Snarling, the vampire sprang out of the way, avoiding the shots while Seto moved out of the cave, continuing to fire shots at Kraven and his companions. *******

Gripping Yami's arm, Bakura pulled him while moving out of the cave. “Come on, run while we have the chance,” he cried, barreling out of the cave and dashing into the darkness. Seeing the blur of his two friends Seto turned and ran, right now it was their only chance.

Snarling, Kraven rose from his hiding spot behind a rather large tree, the rest of the men in the elite squadron dashing after the three escapees. Eyes narrowing, he joined them, though his pace was more leisure. The men would catch those three, no doubt about it. Most of these vampires had been around for years; they could simply jump into the trees and leap from tree to tree if they wanted to.

Seto and Bakura knew this, their eyes darting to the trees around them as they ran, their breathing heavy as they dodged trees and forced their tired feet to keep moving. Constantly glancing backwards, the two slayers were forced to hold back panicked sounds as their enemies began to gain on them. They kept silent as to keep Yami calm and concentrating upon where his feet were landing.

Branches breaking caught their attention. The three of them crying out in surprise and stumbling backwards as three of the dark figures sprang from the trees, landing gracefully upon their feet like cats. Their motions fluid and unstopped from the decent and landing. Pressing their backs together, the three watched in horror as they were rapidly surrounded. There was no way out.

Fumbling for one of his brother's hands, Bakura gave it a comforting squeeze, trying to sooth the shaking that he felt. It only increased as Kraven and his companion, Frost, shoved their way through the tight ring of vampires and strode towards them, eyes venomous.

Smiling, blue eyes ablaze, Kraven stood menacingly in front of Yami, cold violet eyes glaring back at him defiantly. “It would be wise to surrender now,” he suggested, voice smooth and deep. “That way this can be completely painless, to yourself and your companions.”

“How about no,” Yami snapped, holding back the raging fear that was boiling in his blood.

Narrowing his eyes Kraven flexed his hand, the thick inch long nails catching the young boy's eyes. “Then I guess that we will have to force you,” he snarled. “Capture them men, take them to Valick.”

Before the vampire could strike, a gunshot resounded and a bellow of pain reached Yami's ear. Blood splashing upon his face, reaching up to wipe it away, his eyes caught sight of Kraven staggering back, holding his now bleeding hand. Spitting the blood from his lips, he reached back and retrieved the spare knife on Seto's belt before averting his attention to his advancing adversaries.

Blades ramming into blades, the deafening sound of gunshots, and pained cries soon filled the air, the three desperately trying to hold their own against the immense number of vampires. Gasping for breath they fought, their tired bodies slowly shutting down every time another turned to ash, the gray particles coating them and the forest floor.

In the dark they were almost no match for the vampires, and the fact that they were exhausted from running did not help matters. Slicing this way and that, stabbing and dodging, they fought relentlessly but with fading energy.

Finally they were finished; the butt of a gun rammed into Yami's back with the brutality of a wrathful lion, forcing him to drop to his knees and cry out in pain, straining his parched throat. All action ceased, Bakura and Seto dropping their weapons in defeat, shoving their hands in the air, surrendering.

From where they stood, Frost and Kraven smirked triumphantly, sharing a brief gaze they moved towards their captives. Passing Seto and Bakura, they ignored the two while they gripped Yami's arms. The boy jerked and tried to squirm away, but his efforts were fruitless as they two vampires held him tightly dragging him to his feet and forcing him to walk. All the while Yami' struggles never ceased.

Reluctantly, Seto and Bakura allowed their wrists to be bound behind their backs with soiled ropes, before they were pushed roughly forcing their limbs to move. Stumbling, they glanced at each other, worry and slight fear shining in their eyes as they were led back in the direction to the house. Their only comfort was the silver of the moonlight above them, caressing their sore limbs and soothing their frantic nerves.

Silence drifted through them as they were led away. The two slayers watching Kraven and Frost closely, snarling angrily when they whispered something grotesque into the young boy's ear, trying to frighten him, or possibly prepare him for what was to come.

It seemed like hours had passed when finally the warming sight of the house swung into their range of vision, but the feeling of comfort left them as they spotted the vampires standing on guard in front of the doors. Clambering out of the woods and onto the lush green lawns, they were dragged towards the door, quick words being passed between the two commanders and the guards before the front door was pushed roughly open, rebounding off of the wall, the sound echoing through the house.

“Late as usual,” growled a menacing voice from within, the harshness of it piercing Yami's ears like daggers and forcing him to close his eyes in fear as they entered the house, the heavy thump of their boots hitting the ground drowning him.

“Sorry Lord Valick, but he is rather good at evading,” snapped Frost, tightening his grip on Yami's arm. The boy turned to him, eyes narrowed angrily before they bravely turned towards the source of the voice.

Pitch darkness met him save for the faint glow of a single candle in the corner of the room. Tall figures clad in black hid in the shadows, their silver blades pressed to the jugulars of Yulene, Blade, and Ramsey. Brilliant ice blue, eerie yellow or blazing red met him, frightening him and causing his body to stiffen. There were at least ten more vampires in here on top of the ten behind him. They were heavily out numbered with no chance of back up. How they were going to squirm out of this predicament he did not know.

Sitting upon one of the chairs in the center of the room was a familiar figure. Recognizing who the vampire was, Yami felt what little remained of his courage dissipating from his body and leaving him cold with fear. Biting back a whimper he stared frozen at the vampire whom was smiling devilishly at him, those pearly white fangs protruding from between his slightly parted lips. Ebony hair, rivaling the shade of the darkness around them, was curled and not quite chin length. Pale skin protruding from the extravagant leather outfit was a stark contrast to the blackness surrounding them.

Leaning forward Valick peered thoughtfully at the boy before him, hungry black eyes sizing him up, seeming to measure and weigh him with a mere glance. Rising to his feet, Valick moved forwards, his motions fluid, and his boots barely making a sound on the floor. Reaching up, a cold pale hand ghosted through golden bangs, the fine strands of hair seeming to match running water with its softness. Chuckling softly, he ran his razor-sharp tails lightly along the boy's jaw line before gripping it tightly; “I have waited a long time for you, Yami-Atemu.”

Snapping his face to the side, Yami forced his gaze to the floor, narrowing his eyes as Valick dug a single nail into the flesh of Yami's jaw causing a small river of blood to trickle down his neck. Resisting the urge to lick the tantalizing fluid he glanced at the two commanders. “Let him go. Take the other two into the corner with the others,” he snapped heatedly.

Bowing obediently, the two scurried off to do as commanded, roughly forcing Seto and Bakura to where the others were upon their knees. Seconds later they found a blade being pressed to their neck. But Bakura barely felt any of this, the only thing upon his mind was the sight before him.

Inhaling a sharp breath, Valick forced Yami's eyes to swivel towards him, locking with his own and relishing in the shudder that ran through that exquisite body before him. “You are defiant, much like he was, but I can see subtle differences between the two of you. He was taller, and there were crimson highlights among the blonde. His eyes were red once he was turned, blood red. I love them greatly, they were an amazing turn on. Never have a seen a vampire with eyes that exquisite in shade, he was extremely appealing.

“But you, dear boy, have innocence about you. Something that he never had, except for the last moments in his life. I always found that the more innocent the person was, the more appealing they were. I do rather enjoy ripping that very quality from them,” he whispered into Yami's ear, his other hand continuing to run through golden bangs.

“Sick bastard,” Yami muttered, violet eyes burning with disgust and rage. The comment instant cost him, a cold fist collided with his stomach, winding him heavily and sending him crashing to the floor at the feet of the vampires behind him. Holding back a agonized scream, he hunched over, eyes lifting to the vampire whom was now looming above him. Willing up his courage again, not caring how much pain it would cost him he continued, “There is a reason why creatures like you should be wiped from these lands.”

Fury boiled at record heights in his veins. Raising his fist to strike, Valick was about to pound the boy at his feet but the pleading cry of a father caught him before he could swing. “Valick, you bastard! He is just a child! Don't do this, its barbaric!”

Snarling, Valick gazed back at Ramsey, eyes blazing with heated anger. “I will do as I please Ramsey. You can no longer stop me, you never could. Now watch as I have my fun with this here child of yours. Now don't cry too much for him, it's a waste of energy.” With that he turned back and delivered another blow to the boy, this time slamming into his shoulder, the claws ripping flesh and allowing thick crimson blood to seep through the white shirt.

Being forced to lie upon his side from the brutality, Yami groaned loudly in agony. Heaving a breath, he closed his eyes trying to lessen the pain before he turned back to Valick, gasping when he found that the vampire had stooped down and was now kneeling at his feet. Taking a sharp breath, he moved back, sitting up stiffly and staring at Valick. Uncertainty and fear clearly distinguishable in his young eyes.

“Yield Yami,” snapped Valick, taking hold of Yami's ankles and yanking him forward so that he was knelt between the boy's legs. “And I will make sure that this is not a painful experience.”

“Forget it,” snapped Yami; glaring evenly at the vampire. “I will never succumb to hideous fiends like you.”

Snarling, Valick surged his right hand forward, the sharp claws slicing into Yami's torso, burying his digits in until he could curl them around Yami's ribs. Giving out a shrill scream, Yami fell back, laying upon the floor and writhing in utter agony.

Bakura's eyes widened in shock, the pain in his heart increasing as he was forced to watch this transpire and for the first time he was completely powerless to protect him. Feeling hot tears fill his eyes, he averted his head, closing his eyes to ward them off before he glanced at his Father and Mother. Neither could bear to watch this any more. Their eyes were squeezed tightly shut, their bodies jolting at every pained sound that was ripped from Yami.

“Yield Yami,” Valick growled again, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to Yami's ear, twisting his embedded digits as he did so, forcing the body beneath him to arch and holler in agony. “Or they die.”

Violet eyes stared up at him, tears filling them as the owner absorbed what was just said. Bottom lip quivering, he glanced at his friends and family. This was the hardest choice he would ever make, if he surrendered now they would not be hurt, but if he did not they would not live to see the morning. Either way, Valick would emerge the victor.

Releasing a shuddering breath, he gave a small nod, his voice horse and choked with sobs. “I… I surrender.”

A triumphant smile crossed Valick's face. Straddling Yami's hips, he lay partially against the boy, removing his fingers from their position deep within his torso. His body trembled from the sheer pleasure of feeling Yami's lean body, and the fear that he could see within it only heightening his hunger. Bracing his hands on either side of Yami's head he chuckled. “I thought so.”

“Valick don't!” Bakura screamed loudly, his rage and protectiveness overriding reason as he struggled furiously against his captor. “Don't touch him!”

“Bakura,” bellowed Seto, “Stop. We can't do anything, the more we do, the more we injure him. Stop it.”

Snarling, Valick glared back at them. “Bring the runt over here. Make him watch his brother suffer for his impertinence,” he growled deeply.

Struggling madly, his body twisting and squirming like an eel, Bakura growled at his captors before they forced him to his knees beside Yami and Valick. Meeting fearful violet eyes he felt his body go slack. Seeing that much fear and pain in those eyes caused him to break as he watched in the scene in horror.

Swooping down Valick flicked his tongue out, running the cold appendage over Yami's neck, sending shivers up the boy's spine. Hearing a whimper escape Yami's throat, he smiled. “This won't hurt….much.” Yami was barely able to register what the vampire had said before hot fangs penetrated his skin, burying themselves deeply within him.

His shrill scream filled the room, echoing loudly against the walls. The waves of sound colliding with each other seconds later to create an eerie and bone chilling sound. The terrified cries of Bakura, Ramsey, and Yulene mingled with it, along with the thick laugh of the vampires.

Seto stared on in utter shock, his eyes glazed over as he watched those beautiful bronze hands grip tightly at Valick's arms, the knuckles turning white from the amount of pressure that he was using. Those pain screams filling his head and becoming all he could hear as Valick jerked upwards, dragging his teeth deeper into the beautiful flesh and creating a large gash stretching from Yami's collarbone to his jaw. A strangled cry could be heard following the movement, gurgling and coughing seconds afterwards as blood began to fill Yami's throat and flow down to his lungs, slowly suffocating him.

These few moments seemed to last an eternity. Yami writing in anguish underneath Valick, the screams of Bakura, Yulene, and Ramsey as they stared, even Blade's eyes were filled with fury and pity. This was hell on earth.

Finally with Valick pulled back, licking his lips enthusiastically, tasting the sweet blood on his lips before smiling with satisfaction. “Hmm, you taste much sweeter than he did. I quite enjoyed that,” he murmured, running his hand tenderly over Yami's face, the boy twitching and shivering with the pain. Hearing the gurgling within Yami's throat he sighed. Pressing a nail against his wrist he sliced the skin, his own thick blood dribbling into that open mouth, mingling with the boy's own.

Groaning in disgust Yami rolled his head to the side, closing his eyes as he went. The process was done and he knew it. He was turning. His body burned with the searing pain that the virus created. Small moans escaped his lips as he tried to breathe. Between the wound on his torso and his neck, all he breathed in was blood. Whimpering, he pulled his arms to his torso, curling up in a ball. The sooner Valick took him away, the better.

He received his wish. The vampire reached down and ignoring the wailing and soft sobbing around him, lifted him effortlessly into his arms. To Yami, it seemed like he was a doll. Valick had no problems holding his limp weight as he moved towards the door, barking an order back at those holding the others.

“Leave them, they will not come after us.”

“Yes Lord Valick.”

With that Yami glanced one last time back at his home, memorizing its warmth before allowing his mind to drift. With a small pained moan, he allowed his consciousness to slip, falling into sweet oblivion.

A/N:This was one damn hard chapter to write, and a long one by the seems of things. The scenes never turned out how I wanted them to, I really had to fight with them to make them work, even Rammstein music was not helping me write, and it usually does. So I hope that it's half decent to read. Sorry about the long wait, ** (and thousands of Rammstein and Oomph songs later, I'm surprised I still have ears, lol) ** thanks Dragon for the help, you're the best.