Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Second Age ❯ TSA-04 ( Chapter 4 )

The night's after the first weren't quite as bad as the first, but still Kezkel has his moments. Katsu had to remind him that he had to kill his dinner or else it would come back. Kezkel didn't seem to mind much, he just went about ripping their organs out and using their intestines as jump ropes.

As it was that night, Katsu was trying to find Kezkel who was hiding somewhere. The deranged Vampire having just up and ran off. "Kezkel! Please come here!" Katsu called out again as he walked the corridors. He found Kezkel mesmerized in the main hall, staring at a rendition of the sun. "Kezkel."

"They will be here soon, to kill me though they dare not drink my blood for my insanity shall taint their lips. I'm going to be punished." Kezkel seemed eerily sane as he gazed at Katsu, almost child like with an untold sadness.

"Nonsense. Come along let's go play a game to pass our time tonight." Katsu said. Kezkel shook his head and walked away murmuring something, leaving Katsu to stand in the hall. "Just great."

Katsu turned and stormed off in another direction, wanting to pull at his hair and scream. He paused halfway down the corridor he was in. There was something about what Kezkel had said that made him wonder. He turned to go find the young Vampire, taking a step as he was grabbed from behind. He made muffled protest and started to struggle in the iron grip around him. He wasn't built for strength but for speed and agility, still he was far from weak.

"Stop moving mortal, or I will feast upon your life." A sibilant voice hissed in his ear, making him go stock still. Katsu had to admit he was more than a little terrified as the voice whispered in his ear. "Now where is the Malkavian?"

Katsu made a muffled response, shaking his head slightly in the grasp of the man who held him. Katsu shivered as a breath of cold air caressed his neck as the man continued. "Is that so? That would make you the bait then wouldn't it. We have to lure him out some how."

"Malkavian! Come out or your mortal little keeper will die a horrid death." Another of the Vampire kind called out. The man was dark skinned when Katsu saw him come into view, his skin like ebony making him one with the shadows. He was dressed much in the same way Kezkel had been when he had first arrived. A high collared tunic that fell to the floor in shimmering fold and underneath a pair of matching green pants the colour of emeralds.

"Assamites, what do you call a termite in your ass? Assamites! Call them ass AH Mites!!" Kezkel sang out cheerily though he couldn't be seen. "They bite! They fight! They can't do it right! They're ass AH Mites! Ass-A-Mites!"

Katsu chuckled, making the one who had him tighten his hold ever more so he ended it in a whimper. From his hidden view Kezkel continued. "Let him go, or behold, my I dunno!"

"If you don't show yourself I shall drink his blood." The one who had Katsu called out. Katsu squirmed a bit, trying to get away but the grip the man had was solid. Katsu in his time had discovered much of the Kindred kind, if he remembered these of the clan of Assassins were one of the most dangerous. They would drink the blood of any, mortal and immortal alike.

"But he's not a vampire, why would a termite want non vampire blood?" Kezkel chattered happily from his place in the shadows, even the assassin clan was having a hard time trying to find him. Katsu was vaguely aware of two more, other than the one who had him and the one he could see. "Isn't that like tainting to you people or something? Shouldn't you be trying to find a Third Generation of Vampire and sucking his blood?"

"Shouldn't you shut up?" The one holding the Necromancer demanded coldly. Almost tenderly he started nipping at Katsu's neck, letting his fangs glide over the smooth flesh without breaking skin. Katsu whimpered, trying to get away. The one who held him whispered almost tenderly in his ear, "His blood smells so sweet, his power runs in his veins like a fine wine. And he's beautiful, making a fine addition. . ."

"Don't touch him!" Kezkel jumped out from the shadows, making the one who was speaking jump slightly. "He who is second only to his Clan Master would be upset if you did. And I would be mad!"

"A little late for that Malkavian." One of the hidden ones jumped out from the shadows to attack Kezkel . . . If the Vampire had still been standing there.

"Take me for a fool you Diableric Termite." Kezkel said as he appeared behind the assassin. Before the other Vampire could react Kezkel's fist was through his chest from the backside, his fingers holding the bleeding organ of the Assamites heart. Then Kezkel was gone again. "Mmm, mm, Good! I never knew your kind had such delicious blood!"

"He was weak obviously." The appearing leader spoke. "Kill the Necromancer, show him how the dead should be ruled."

"Touch him, and my new Sire will hunt you all down. Most hated of all clans you are." Kezkel responded from Behind Katsu and the man who held him. He suddenly found himself released, blood painting him as the man lost his head.

"Oh my Anubis!" Katsu said as he stared at the beheaded man, his body falling to the ground. Kezkel told him to run, but there was one lesser Vampire and the main guy. The odds were now even and Katsu held his ground. "I promised to protect him to the best of my abilities."

"And you will die for it." The leader of the group smiled, before Katsu knew what had happened The man was behind him. Katsu reacted instinctively as his hair was pulled to expose his neck. He screamed and summoned forth zombies, the creatures leaping through walls to save their master. It took both Vampires By surprise. Kezkel though reacted, grabbing Katsu and dragging him down the hall.

Katsu could barely keep up with the speedy Vampire and his super-human skills. The next thing he knew was he was in the throne room, Kezkel dragging him over to the scrying pool of his fathers blood. "Make it work!"

"Right," Katsu murmured, using an armored finger to stir the liquid until a pictured showed. Pulling his dripping finger from the bowl they watched the picture. The two Vampires were finishing off the zombies he had summoned and they were sniffing the air, following the scent of the mortal and vampire down the hall too the throne room. "We need to lock the doors."

"Wouldn't work, the could easily break them down, unless you have a very powerful mage lock." Kezkel whispered, the two fearful of being heard and found sooner making them keep their voices low.

"We are going to die." Katsu murmured as his shoulders slumped some. Kezkel smiled up at him, then pointed upwards towards the ceiling.

"I can hide you, but it will be up to you to escape to safety." Kezkel murmured as he looked at the opening that deigned midnight. It was used for rituals the Necromancer preformed, but it would also make a good escape route in that moment.

"I'd love too and all, but I can't fly." Katsu said, shaking his head he continued. "Besides I told you-know-who, that I would take care of you."

Kezkel was about to respond to that when the doors busted open, flying into the pools of blood. "Why don't you come here and play little Malkav, we won't taste of your life."

"Stop playing these games, and come forth to face us." The leader spoke calmly.

"Shit he lowered his Generation!" Kezkel squeaked, hiding behind Katsu who stood there confused. Katsu reacted as quickly as any mortal could, closing his eyes and chanting swiftly. The feeling of magic flowed through him, the power over death bending to his will. In the next moments it was chaos.

The Vampire Assassins reacted to Katsu's chanting, the leader the First to grab him but not soon enough to silence his spell. The other Vampire Attacking Kezkel who darted out of the way and ran away screaming about killer termites. As the spirits rose from pools of blood, the dead hanging from the wall reanimating as shackles that could not reach stretched forth to seek a victim.

"Stop this madness now!" The leader hissed in Katsu's ear as the other Vampire chased around Kezkel who was laughing gleefully.

"Fast as Fast can Be you can't catch me!" Kezkel laughed merrily as he ran around just out of reach of the vampire who was after him. The dark skinned Assamite cursing Kezkel each time he almost had him. And he might have succeeded had not he been running so close to the wall. One of the shackles wrapped about his neck Stopping him dead in his tracks.

"Claws be cursed, all I need do is scratch!" The man lifted Katsu up by the neck, his claws threatening to pierce the skin. Katsu choked, kicking frantically.

"Ah! Let him go!" Kezkel screamed as he stared at Katsu fearfully. He knew damn well what the claws were capable of.

"Anubis curse you!" Katsu choked out. He muttered a word under his breath and the leader no longer held him. From a pool of blood Katsu emerged from the ruby liquid that painted him to match his eyes, his chanting filling the room. As he finished the chant from the pools of blood came more than just ghosts, but skeletal warriors and other undead. Katsu laughed, "Undead you are and live I maybe, but see who has power of who in these halls? We shall see." He paused a moment than shook his head muttering he had been around Kezkel too much.

"Curses," The Assamite jumped back as a nasty swing would have gotten hold of him. His companion screamed as he was torn apart by Kezkel who feasted on his Vitae. Then both the Malkavian and his friend were gone leaving him to face the undead alone. "I will have my Vengeance!" His scream echoed through the empty castle, heard only by the dead.

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"That was great fun!" Kezkel dropped a bloodied Katsu on the desert sands and did a little dance. Katsu looked up at him, making a face as sand stuck to him. "and their blood was delicious! I would drink more but I'm, sated now. That was so much better than sex!"

"Well that's good to know." Katsu muttered as he got up. He looked around, his castle in the distance in one direction and in the other was dune after dune of sand. "Now what?"

"We find my new Sire and tell him of this!" Kezkel picked up the Necromancer and started off. Katsu amazed at the speed the man now possessed as he ran like wind across the dunes.

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Seth sat at the dinner table, sipping his drink and picking at his plate. Too keep up appearances of being mortal still he had to eat something. Since leaving Katsu and Kezkel the only thing that the Priest could think of was the red eyed young man who was becoming a Master of the Dead. That was almost two weeks ago he had left. He was hoping they were both okay without him, he knew Kezkel was a hand full.

"Seth, does the food not suit your tastes?" Yami asked, his eyes watching Seth closely. Seth looked up at Yami as if coming out of deep thought. The Pharaoh had been watching him since his return, demanding answers to his questions, answers he never got.

"It's fine, I was just thinking was all." Seth sat up a little straighter as he sat his drink down to eat a few bites. He had learned if he took his time chewing his food, it made it seem as if he had eaten more. It was a skill his Sire had, one he inherited; the ability to eat though it made him feel sick. He couldn't survive off of food like normal people, nor could he eat a lot, just enough to make himself more human looking.

"And what is on my Priest's mind? The encounter he never got with the Necromancer? Or the towns that were destroyed?" Yami asked, trying to get a reaction. Seth looked up at him and nodded.

"And the rumors, and the political aspects of things. Our neighbors plotting war against us. And what offerings we should give the gods at the next ritual." Seth sighed, appearing slightly tired. "We can speak of these things later, I shouldn't even have been thinking of them. My apologies Pharaoh."

"It's quiet all right Seth. Such things often Haunt my mind at the worst of times." Yami responded, unable to read Seth as he had once been able too. He wanted to know what had happened with the Seth he knew, the one he called a friend even if he couldn't trust him.

"Excuse me my Pharaoh, I wish to go get some fresh air." Seth stood up, grabbing his wine and some bread. Yami nodded, and with a bow Seth left. Once he was gone people started whispering about him, fearful that he could hear them. Yami watched the figure leave, his thoughts suspicious of his friend.

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Seth sighed as he entered the gardens, nibbling on the bread. He needed to get away from everyone. Being a High Priest and a Setite was bothersome. Once he was deep within the gardens he threw the bread away into the bushes and dumped the wine. He was thirsty and wanting something to clean the taste of mortal food from his mouth.

"Seth-ie!" Seth was attacked by a deranged nutcase from out of nowhere. Kezkel hugging him as the Malkavian sent them both to the ground in a heap, nuzzling the man he called his Sire.

"Kezkel what are you doing here?" Seth hissed out in shock and surprise. He wasn't suppose to be here, he was suppose to be with Katsu far from here.

"We had some trouble Seth." Katsu came out of hiding, covered in blood that was dried upon him. Seth raised an eyebrow at him and he shrugged. "Don't ask okay, I had to sleep in the desert like this without a bath."

"What happened?" Seth asked, looking from one to the other. Kezkel was the first one to speak, Seth paying closer attention to the Malkavian, than the headache he was getting from the Lunatic.

"The Termite asses showed up and tried to kill me and Embrace Katsu. But we kicked their butts! And now I know what they did and I can do some nifty tricks!" Kezkel spoke swiftly, in a flurry of excitement as he relayed the tale. Seth had stopped listening though, trying to think of. . .

"Not the Assamites? The Assassin Clan?" Seth asked, Kezkel nodding rapidly. Seth put a hand on the Malkavian's head before he nodded it off. "Damn it Kezkel, this is your doing."

"I'm sorry Sire, I have caused problems." Kezkel looked sad as he sat back away from Seth. Seth was about to respond when he was smacked across the face. It didn't hurt, didn't even sting, but it had been unexpected coming from Katsu.

"How dare you say that too him, it's not his fault they tried to kill him!" Katsu returned hotly, his voice rising slightly.

"Shut up, You've alerted the guards and they come." Seth returned with a curse. By the time He got a sad Kezkel on his feet, the guards were there.

"High Priest, are you all right?" A guard asked before turning his attention to Kezkel and the Necromancer. Kezkel looked normal, a little sad, but normal. Katsu on the other hand was recognized immediately. "The Necromancer dares the king's Palace!"

By this time more guards had arrived. Katsu stood there in a panic, surrounded by armed men. It was Kezkel who acted first as he threw himself against Katsu like a protective shield. "I won't let you bad people hurt him!" In another language.

"Oh no he didn't just forget. . ." Katsu said as he sighed. Loud enough so all could hear, "Come let us go now Kezkel, we are being arrested."

"You will face our Pharaoh Necromancer." The guards responded. Seth sighed, pulling Kezkel away from Katsu.

"Come along Kez." Seth murmured as he pulled the nutcase along. "Your not making trouble, I promise. It was just unexpected I guess."

Kezkel made no response as they followed behind the guards who were parading a Blood splattered Katsu through the halls. People staring in shock, gasping as he was escorted towards the throne room. Katsu glanced over his shoulder at Kezkel who was looking around in amazement, Seth guiding him along. A Look at Seth, and Katsu shuddered, turning to face to where he was going. The man looked ready to kill.

Katsu was lead into the throne room, Pharaoh Yami on his throne and looking regal. Katsu glanced around at all the nobles in their finery, there he stood in blood soaked clothing. People looked at him in disgust and he had to fight the urge to bow his head. A drunken man's son he had learned the dark arts. He was about to pay for what he had done.

"Seth, It looks like the Necromancer came after you." Yami spoke. "But we have caught him." He was about to continue when Kezkel went off in some other language that no one in the room understood. Yami looked at him and frowned. "Silence, don't interrupt me again."

"My Pharaoh." Seth spoke up, pulling Kezkel back, causing the Malkavian to silence himself. He looked around, then turned back to Yami. "I would Seek a Private council with you for a moment."

"Seth, why would you need to speak with me in Private?" Yami asked, his ruby eyes narrowing.

"Everyone out!" Seth grabbed Kezkel as he started to bounce out the door. "Not you, and father you stay too." Seth spoke, people and the guards seemed shock, some even angered.

"Enough, Those who need not stay, take your leave." Yami spoke, his voice resolute. When the room was cleared. Only the five of them remaining, Yami's eyes never leaving Seth's blue ones. "Speak freely"

"Oh we can speak for free!?" Kezkel chirp as he suddenly remembered he could speak Egyptian. Katsu chuckled and shook his head.

"Kezzie, be quite." Katsu motioned for Kezkel to hush, motioning the nutcase to him. Kezkel tackled him in a hug nearly bowling the Necromancer over.

"Pharaoh, Katsu is essential at this point in time." Seth spoke, his voice firm. "He must do what he has in order to protect my Childe. A Childe who speaks of things yet to come. Without him at this moment, we could be facing times darker than you know."

"What proof do you have?" Yami asked calmly. Seth had no proof he was making things up. "And what do you mean Child?"

"I'm not his Childe. He is my new Sire though. But he didn't Sire me. Mine was murdered, forced into the harsh sun. So Now Seth-ie and Katsu are my parents." Kezkel returned. "That's why he has become so Nocturnal, So He can take care of me."

"What are you babbling about?" Seth's father asked, making Katsu glare at him. Things had suddenly got confusing, both Yami and the old man having a feeling they were just thrown into the middle of a story and had no idea what was going on.

"Translated, his father was murdered." Katsu spoke directly for the first time. "The High Priest brought him to me so he would be protected from those who tried to kill us. It was the only reason we came here. We had no where else to go."

"Yup! Yup!" Kezkel returned. "And the Termites of the ass have vowed that Seth must die! And so must I. They would kill Katsu, but that he knew!" Kezkel spoke. "And Yami you should know your folly!" Katsu put a hand on Kezkel's mouth to make him be quite, but removed it when the Malkavian started licking it.

"What?" Yami asked. Kezkel rolled his eyes and turned to bouncing around the room. "Seth explain!"

"Don't ask, it's hard to figure out what he say's. He paid the price with his sanity." Seth shook his head, fighting down the urge to just frenzy in frustration. "We will do what we can to keep Egypt free. If for no other reason than because it is our home."

"I don't come from sand!" Kezkel commented with a pout. "I come from the land of the dead!"

"Kezkel come here." Katsu said, hushing him.

"Seth, tell me what is happening." Yami asked, his voice grave as he stared at his friend. Warring emotions of fear, anger, and sorrow showing in his ruby eyes as Seth returned the stare solidly.

"What should I tell you? That there are things I would be killed for if I told you." Seth looked at him, his eyes flaring as his fangs made an appearance.

"My child is cursed!" The old man gasped as he took a step back to stare at his son. He was shocked to say the least. But things were starting to make a morbid sense. . .

"No, I've been blessed by my God-King Set." Seth returned, Yami taking his turn to gasp. "It was for the cause so you could live. Without the fear of the other clans taking Egypt."

"And your, Clan?" Yami asked as he stood up from his throne. "What of them."

"We do what we must." Seth whispered. "Stand with me Yami, or would you stand against me."

"You are a murderer Seth! You have killed innocent people!" Yami bellowed in a power filled voice. "I cannot let that go. Those cursed as you murder constantly, and yet you ask me to let you live?"

"The deaths he caused were for reasons not even you could understand." Kezkel Spoke up, an almost sane look in his eyes. "What is one death in days compared to millions in a moment. Children suffer not his hunger. Children wouldn't get to suffer what is to come for, the clan he rules keeps them at bay. Get rid of Seth, and come what may."

"He knew about the assassins." Katsu murmured. "If not for his insane warning, well that didn't help much, but I wasn't That surprised."

"Seth. . ." Yami murmured, sighing as his shoulder slumped. "We have been friends for a long time, and though that friendship can no longer be. . . Go now. My last gift to you if this flight into freedom. Go, Before I call the guards."

"From here on Yami, we can be no more than enemies." Seth returned, a tinge of sadness in his voice. The way of his clan he would not be allowed to show pity. He looked to his father. "Disown me. I am dead to you now."

"My child. . ." The old man murmured as his son and the two strangers disappeared from sight. A moment later Yami called the guards, sending them to find the treacherous Priest and his companions. Yami had given his orders, the elder priest falling to the floor to mourn his lost son. To them, things could look no bleaker.

{AHHHHH!!! Just for that Purkle I won't post anything! [Gets smacked by Seth and Katsu] Ok I will post, I will. [Wanders of singing] One hundred and one corpses on the wall, one hundred and one dead bodies, take a mortal, pass him around, tack him to the wall! You've got one hundred and two corpses on the wall! ..... }