Chapter: 1
Author: Shamise
Genre: Supernatural
Category: Yu-gi-oh! (I dont own it)
Warnings: Cussing, possible yaoi.
Summary: Yuugi, a bound half-ling, just wants to survive the cruel torture he suffers at the hand of his Hunter Master. He can't fight back, can't run away, and he is blamed for his own predicament. However, after a battle with a particular vampire, Yuugi's world will change forever. But will it be for the better?
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All was silent in the small town of Domino, Japan. The sun was slowly inching towards the horizon, signaling the evening hour. Stores were closing and people made their way to their homes in search of much needed rest.
Yet while some people were just getting ready for bed, others were just beginning to rise.
A single amethyst eye peered at the setting sun, hating the fact that it was no longer high in the sky. The room temperature dropped several degrees as the shadows lengthened and the small body shivered with the loss of heat.
The small boy took a deep breath then let it out with a sigh. He didn’t like the night, and hated the fact that he was most aware during that time. He hated the fact that his teeth were longer that a normal human’s and hated the fact that his diet was different.
You see…this boy was a vampire.
Well, not a full vampire, only half. He was very much still like a human except for the regular changes of diet, teeth, and sleeping habits. You’d think that being a half-vampire would be cool, with the enhanced strength, speed, and being able to still be awake during the day.
But for him, it was a curse.
Maybe I should explain something first. Half-vampires are still considered vampires, even though they are partially human and can still age. They are normally young so they are inexperienced, more so than full vampire fledglings. Because of this, most halflings need their Sire or ‘Master’ in order to survive. Their Master helps them to hunt and learn to defend themselves, and when the Master deems them ready, they will be turned into a full vampire.
That didn’t happen with him. He was a mistake, an accident created by an interrupted feed. Two Hunters killed the vamp while it drank from him. He had been dieing and some of the vampire’s blood had ended up in his mouth, thus turning him into a half-vampire.
The two Hunters thought that it’d be beneficial to have a halfling slave, to ‘assist’ them with their hunting. They prevented his wings from growing and bound his will with a sealing spell. He could still think and act on his own, but he couldn’t disobey a direct order and he couldn’t run away. Disobedience resulted in damaging punishments.
He had thought that the Hunters would be sympathetic, seeing as how he was only half. But once again he had been wrong.
“Brat!!!! Get down here!!!”
The young teenage boy, sat up immediately at the call. Large amethyst eyes fell open and the body moved automatically, arising from the poor excuse for a bed. Pale arms worked mechanically, yet quickly, with the task of dressing himself, not bothering to make sure that the rags matched since he would get punished for taking extra time.
Within thirty seconds, the short boy was speeding down the stairs towards the room that contained the newly awoken Hunter. Tri-colored hair lay matted against his skull as he pushed a stray blond bang out of his eyes. He would have to find a time to sneak off and take a bath, he thought to himself.
A small, pale hand reached for the door and pushed it open, praying to whomever would listen that the older hunter would still be to tired to do anything really damaging.
It seemed like no one was listening…again.
As soon as the door was a few feet open, a blunt object flew straight at him. The boy new better than to duck, seeing as if he did then something worse would happen, so the unyielding object made unforgivable contact with his face. The force of the blow knocked him to the ground and a gruff voice was speaking over the roaring in his head.
“Filthy crossbreed. Can’t even get here on time! When I call you, I expect you to get your lazy ass here immediately!!! Do you understand, runt!!!”
The boy simply whimpered at the pain as he rolled over and assumed a kneeling position, begging for the man to forgive his unworthiness.
The man looked at the frail boy cowering before him with an expression of pure disgust. And unpleasant sneer fell upon his lips as his kicked the boy repeatedly in the ribs, making sure that the teen didn’t think that he was getting off the hook that easily.
“For your punishment, you will not receive anything to eat today. Understood?”
The boy chocked and wheezed as he was hit, but he didn’t make any other type of noise. He nodded his head in answer to the Hunter’s question. Great now he would starve for another day. He hadn’t gotten anything to eat yesterday either.
Tears were being held back to the best of his ability as he whished that he was anywhere but here. He would even run into the arms of a vampire if it meant a painless death.
The brown-haired man soon got bored of torturing the weakling and stopped the beating. He gave another disgusted snort and turned to face the other direction.
“I want the regular weaponry organized within the hour and I don’t want to hear a word out of you.” The man commanded and he started to walk back to his room.
“Yes, Master.” The boy intoned, waiting for his master’s dismissal so he could get started on the tasks given him.
“Oh, and one more thing.” The man paused in his walk. “The vampires have been getting harder to find, so we’re going to need some live bait.”
The teen stifled a gasp; he knew what that meant, he was going to be used as a lure for hungry vampires; for some reason his sent was like a beacon. He always ended up returning to his attic with multiple new gashes and scars after he was included in a hunt. His seal caged all his power, so he couldn’t fight back if he tried.
“Y-yes Master.” The older man then dismissed the quivering mass and the teen all but ran from the room.
Shaky hands carefully packed the desired weapons into two large backpacks. Garlic bombs and silver bullets went into sealed containers and amulets of weakening were placed into additional pockets
The boy didn’t say anything as he did as ordered. After all, you didn’t fight when you’re a slave to a hunter.
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