Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Snow ❯ Looking back, yet again ( Chapter 6 )

Snow

Chapter 6

 

Bakura sighed. He hadn't spoken of his previous life in a long time. It was going to be a pain, remembering all the details. “Ryou, as you may know, the vampire revolution started 5000 years ago, right?”

 

Ryou nodded.

 

“Well than, I had been a priest of Anubis in Egypt, following old traditions and all the other shit.”

 

Another nod.

 

“Unlike others, I wasn't lost to bloodlust that vampire experiences when first turned. I never lost myself and I never forgot who I was. I don't know why, but I felt it was a sign. I felt like I had to do something in order to stop the revolution. I traveled the desert and there I found Malik. Priizhas attacked him and all I could do was turn him in order for him to survive, so I did. He didn't loose his mind either, thank God, but he did have periodical bloodlust.” Bakura sighed, before continuing again.

 

“I knew there were others chosen by the Gods. I searched for them, thus we found Marik. He was the priest of Amun.”

 

“Air and wind.” Ryou whispered. Malik nodded, smiling lightly. “Yes, Amun of air and wind.”

 

“As I was saying, he was another one of the chosen. Vampires were never supposed to take over, bringing about the apocalypse. To make long story short, Marik turned against us, me and Malik. The three of us were to search for the rest of the priests and find the son of Herrut who was said to be the impersonation of evil itself. He was the one who could drive vampires away and even destroy the world, if only he wanted to.”

 

Ryou blinked. “So, I gather you didn't find him.” Bakura shook his head. “No, we didn't and I worry it might be too late.”

 

Ryou jumped out of the bed, determination sparkling in his eyes. “It's never too late, if he's a God, then he couldn't die, right?”

 

Bakura shook his head again. “He is supposed to be a demi-God, that's first. Second, we don't know if Nos Veratus hadn't gotten hold of him, or his blood. Even if dead, his blood is like Jesus' from the Christian theology, except it's no water.” Ryou perked up. “What do you mean? What is it then?” Bakura plopped down on the busted up arm chair and sighed, as the springs wailed under his weight. “I have no idea, maybe like a poison. We won't know, unless we find him.”

 

Ryou nodded. “I'll try and help you, after all I have some vampire blood in me, I could be of some use.” Bakura blinked. “You what?”

 

“I said, I have some vampire blood in me.” Ryou said exasperated, as if he was talking to morons. Bakura growled. “Why didn't you tell us earlier?!” Ryou cringed. “I don't know.” He whined.

 

“Bakura?”

 

Bakura's head shot up to look at Malik. “What?”

 

“You know the mob from earlier?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Well, they spread the word and now every vampire wants your head.”

 

Bakura blinked and moved to the window. His eyes widened, as he slammed it shut and ordered everyone to hit the ground. Ryou yelped, when an arrow flew by his head.

 

“Oh, shit!”

 

And that summed up their current situation.

 

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Not a very long chapter, but oh, well. I'm not very proud of this chapter for some reason. I hope you like it better than I do. It was supposed to explain some things and hopefully I achieved that. And look! gasp No confusing vampire talk! ;D