Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Snow ❯ Snagged ( Chapter 4 )

Snow

 

Marik smirked at the pale boy. "Oh, feel the love…" Marik snickered, getting a raised eyebrow from Ryou. "Anyways, it would be nice if you took me to them." Ryou sighed and nodded. "All right. Let's go." He turned around and made his way through the ruined streets, not noticing the leer on the other's face.

 

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"Um shaaaaa, Riyou nisssa." The hiss froze anyone in sheer terror, who passed the door to the mysterious chamber. A tall dark skinned girl with long, black hair and lifeless blue eyes, entered the room. "Mistress?" She inquired quietly.

 

A tall woman, standing by the window, turned around and a chilling smile appeared on her face. "Aaah, Isshizzzuu." The soulless figure flinched, when a clawed hand followed the curve of her jaw. "Hhow issss hee? Hassss my ssson meeet hhim?" Each word was accented with a lazy hiss.

 

Ishizu nodded. "Yes, Herrut-sama." The woman leered. "Gooood." She licked Ishizu's neck causing her to flinch and whimper. Herrut frowned, with the sneer still marring her youthful features. "Go and do assss you've been bid." Ishizu bowed and exited the room, bowing with every step. "Yes, Herrut-sama."

 

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Ryou screamed as he was thrown into a wall. His body slid limply to the ground. "You really are naïve, little one." Marik sneered, his eyes glowing a dull red. A color of dried blood. Dark and disgusting. Ryou's breath came in small pants, as he stared fearfully into those pools of dried blood. "Please, no, don't…"

 

Marik seized Ryou by the collar of his shirt. "Don't, what, exactly?" He leered into the tear-streaked face. His eyes averted to Ryou's neck, where the pulse beat against his knuckles. He licked his lips and brought his lips to that pulse. His teeth grew, as his eyes darkened into another shade of red. Marik sunk his teeth into Ryou's neck, bringing forth a pained cry from his lips.

 

Ryou screamed and writhed, feeling the skin of his neck being broken. He felt his blood being sucked from his body, his very life. Ryou felt nauseous and his survival skills kicked in, as he forced himself to lay limp in Marik's arms. His pulse ceasing to beat.

 

Marik stopped sucking Ryou's blood and moved away from the boy. He groaned. "Fuck, don't tell me you're dead already." He snarled and let Ryou fall back to the ground, as he kicked some sand into him. "What a weakling. And here I thought the fucking chosen one, will put up some kind of fight."

 

His eyes narrowed as he heard footsteps approaching and smirked, slinking back into the shadows.

 

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Yes, short chapter. I know. Don't kill me though, I'll try to update soon again ^^;; Summer's close by, so I hope this will suffice until then. By the way, who do you think Herrut was referring to as her son? Who was he supposed to meet? Lemme hear your guesses. It amuses me. ^^

 

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