Title: Dusk's Haven
Chapter: 2
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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A dark figure jumped from roof to roof, crimson eyes scanned the area for their next victim. An orange moon hung high in the sky and the stars hide playfully behind the scattered clouds of the night.
Leather boots landed silently on the next roof and the shadowed figure stilled, letting his senses take in all that was going on around him. He listened for the solitary footsteps of a human walking by themselves on a night such as this.
This was part of his hunt, a crucial step in making sure that he would be rewarded for his efforts. This searching part helped him make sure that possible targets were alone and that their emotional stand-point was rather low. He didn’t care to feed from certain types of humans and he was doing the world a favor by picking off the weak and stupid.
After a good thirty minutes of searching, patience was also a key in good hunting, he located a certain signal that caught his interest. The signal was different from most of his feeds, seeing as they were mostly tainted and slurred; but this one’s was rather pure and the emotions showed that it clearly didn’t want to be where it was at all.
The signal appeared to be alone, and it would dim momentarily before glowing again. It seemed to be trying to hide in plain sight even though it wasn’t working.
Yami had to admit that his curiosity was caught, so he leaped off his perch and glided in the specified direction. He made sure to check for other signals since he didn’t want to be caught unaware.
When he didn’t notice any, suspicions began to form. The original signal seemed worried, scared, and resigned which in itself was rather strange but the fact that there was no one else around it made it even stranger.
‘Perhaps someone his hiding their signal.’ Yami thought as he hid in a shadow about a block away from the signal.
Suddenly the scent of freshly spilled blood filled his nose, cutting sharply through the cool night air. The scent was sweeter than normal, a mixture of honey and green tea; the combination was strange but it went well together for some reason. It seemed human, but there was something…off about it.
Yami quickly reigned in his vampiric urges and he continued towards the signal, the owner of the confusing scent. He also hid his own signal, feeling that there was something just ‘not right’ here.
Yami glanced around the park, crimson eyes falling on a small form that was lying on a bench. The small human was the owner of the signal and the blood; he could see where the red substance dripped from a cut on the small teen’s arm. Yami was just about to approach the human when something set off his warning signals.
He jumped off the ground and onto a nearby building when his deeper search picked up a hidden signal, three of them. Two of them were crouching near the small human a few hundred feet away and the third one was approaching at a fast speed. Signal one and two were human and they were defiantly hunters; Yami had no reason to fear them though, he was too strong for this weak pair of hunters to beat him. Signal three also brought no worry, true the signal belonged to a vampire but this one was a fledgling and could be dealt with easily.
So with this new information Yami concluded that he young boy was being used as bait by the hunters. Yami scowled, they must have been getting desperate.
‘Or lazy.’ Yami couldn’t help but add. He sat on the edge of the roof, concealed in shadow as he watched the events play out.
The human boy was still sitting on the bench, whimpering quietly in pain. Yami could hear the teen’s frantic heart beats from his perch.
He didn’t really notice it before, but the young human looked remarkably like him. They both had the same tri-colored hair, except that his had more blond streaks, and they were close to the same height. The human’s eyes were closed so that leaved him to ponder their color.
‘Maybe a sea green? Or a sky blue? They can’t be crimson like mine, I just can’t imagine that color for him. Defiantly not something normal like brown.’ Yami mused, testing out the different colors and combinations.
Yami was saved from further guessing when his look-a-like tilted his head back, first staring at the moon before looking directly at the shadow Yami was concealed in.
Their eyes locked and Yami was stunned at the truly unique color of those orbs. Yami felt himself drawn into those depths and accepted the feeling with open arms.
Yami now had his answer.
‘I really don’t want to be here.’ Yugi whimpered. Warm, sticky blood ran down his arm letting the scent lure unwanted company near. This almost always happened when he was brought on a hunt. His master would find a logical place for a vampire to feed, cut him open to lure said vampires, then hide in the bushes and wait for the right moment to attack.
‘Which is normally while the vampire feeds.’ Yugi winced; he didn’t like being drained by the bloodsuckers, it always hurt and he always thinks that he would die.
He shifted uncomfortably on the wooden bench, staring at the sky with broken eyes. His first glance landed on the orange full moon, the ‘hunting moon’ as some humans called it. Vampires, werewolves, and other such creatures of the night were known to make multiple killings on these nights.
‘At least it’s not a Blood Moon.’ Yugi thought half gratefully. He would rather not be here at all if he had any choice. The Blood Moon was when most of the fledglings go into ‘blood lust’ and when all creatures of the night were exceptionally cruel. Any human who had any shred of sanity would stay indoors on a night with a red moon.
Anyone except the hunters; they came out on such nights to weed out the weaker ones in an attempt to lessen the numbers. Not to mention that he was used as bait most of those times anyway. What he wouldn’t give to actually die in one of those attacks, he was surprised that he hadn’t been turned yet.
He let out a sigh as he tilted his head further back, wanting to get a last look at the nearby city before he became vampire chow again. His eyes landed on the closest building, a small family owned store, and locked on the shadows at the top.
Yugi froze, mentally and physically when his eyes connected with another’s. His own amethyst eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat.
Crimson. That was the color of the other’s eyes. It wasn’t unlike the color that dripped from his arm steadily but it gave off a more comfortable feel, like a warm fire on a winter night.
The owner of the eyes was concealed completely in shadow with a faint outline of the person’s body. An attached shadow fluttered around him, probably the result of a cloak or jacket.
Dimly, Yugi heard a twig snap in the background. The sudden sound caused him to sharply tear his eyes away from the other’s and search for the origin of the noise.
Silence issued. The call of the night insects shuddered to a stop, causing a silence so big that he could hear his own heart. His amethyst eyes scanned the area, searching desperately for anything to sooth his fears.
Yugi glanced back at the rooftop, his heart crashing to a stop at what he saw.
A lone figure stood tall on the building, black cape flowing in the breeze. Slim, muscular legs were clothed in what appeared to be black leather and a sleeveless top adorned his chest. Various silver buckles and silver armbands decorated his upper arms and neck. Spiky hair skyrocketed from the man’s skull, so much like his own tri-colored locks.
Yugi stared momentarily, before rubbing his eyes. There was no way that there was someone on that roof, people just didn’t dress like that on an orange moon unless they wanted to be targeted.
He peered back at the rooftop, silently hoping that he had been hallucinating but also hoping that the image was actually real.
The rooftop was empty, like it was supposed to be. No crimson eyed shadow, and defiantly no man dressed in leather.
Yugi sighed, he new that he would eventually for crazy; he just didn’t expect it to be so soon.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
Yugi froze as a soft, hoarse voice grated upon his ears. Goosebumps rose on his skin and his nerve jumped on an electric wire. He spun back around, away from the vacant rooftop and locked onto the tall male in front of him.
A man of about medium height stood before him. He had pale blond hair that fell to his shoulders and ice blue eyes. His body was thin yet muscular and he was wearing torn jeans with a blue t-shirt.
The man was smiling manically and his eyes were focused on the small, cowering human. Black pupils were almost formed into slits and a sharp canine protruded from thin lips.
Vampire.
“What’s the matter?” The blond sneered, a hissing accent showing that he was still a newly turned vampire. “I only want a bite.”
The vampire lunged forward, grabbing Yugi buy his injured arm and pulled him close. Yugi shuddered in fear, he could feel the vamps breath on his cut and he struggled weakly against the grip.
“Such a wonderful scent.” The vampire appraised, licking the still dripping blood. “I think that I shall enjoy this treat in a more secluded place.”
Yugi’s eyes widened even more as the implantations of what was said sunk in. Panicked thoughts tumbled in his head. The vampire wasn’t supposed to take him away, it was supposed to stay here and feed. If the vamp took him some other place , then he could actually die.
He started to struggle, all but thrashing in the vamps grip. Limbs attacked anything they could reach. The vampire seemed unsurprised at the actions and simply tightened its hold on Yugi’s arm. It wrapped its second arm around the struggling human, trapping the flailing arms against his side.
The vampire started to walk away from the park bench, heading in a direction that led to the trails. It was in a hurry, the scent of fresh blood driving the new vamp crazy, and gathered it legs beneath him so that it could leap.
They hadn’t made it ten feet off the ground when a shot ran out. The vampire spat out a curse, barely dodging the first shot. A silver bullet grazed Yugi’s arm as the vamp continued to dodge other shots.
“Filthy Hunter!!!” The vamp shouted. “Show yourself you coward!” Shots continued to fly, aimed directly for the vampire but occasionally one would strike Yugi.
The vampire, realizing that Yugi was only causing him to slow down and that the Hunters weren’t even trying to avoid the human, dropped its chosen feed. Now able to move more freely, the vampire twisted in the air and charged in the direction the shots came from.
Yugi dropped painfully to the hard ground, emitting a low groan. Stars jumped into his vision as he tried to make his body move. He didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire.
He watched as the vampire dodged the silver bullets, his master was hidden in the bushes nearby. The brown haired man called to him when the vampire started to run away.
“Brat! Get the rest of the gear and follow!”
Yugi obeyed, forcing his shaking limbs into action. He stumbled under the weight of the gear before gaining his balance and following his master. Silently, he wondered where his master’s partner was then guessing that he was setting up a sneak attack.
His breathing became ragged as he was pushed to his limits. He stationed himself near his master, ready for any other commands. The vampire had spotted the first hunter and was now adding some offense into its strategy.
“Give me a bomb!” His master commanded. Yugi quickly grabbed the item and handed it to his master, readying another just in case. The bomb was launched, but it didn’t do very much good. The after cloud stank and it hid the vamp from view.
His master smirked, thinking that the vamp was dead and was about to call out to his partner. When a sudden streak of blond and blue launched extremely close to the brown-haired man, cutting a fairly large gash in his firing arm.
A look of pure triumph crossed the vamps face before it suddenly turned into a look of shock and pain. A hole appeared in his chest, carved out by a silver stake. The second hunter strolled casually out of a bush, crossbow hanging in his arms.
“B-bastard.” The vampire chocked, spitting out blood. The pale skin dried and crinkled, turning into a slivery dust that clumped on the ground.
The vampire was dead.
“What took you so long?” Was the first thing out of Yugi’s master’s mouth, his unharmed arm was clutching the open wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
The hunter’s partner snorted and sent a disgusted look at Yugi, who cringed on reflex. This was going to end badly.
“The runt was in my firing sight, couldn’t get past him.”
The look on his master’s face was all the warning he needed. He shrunk in on himself, hoping that the upcoming beating wouldn’t be too damaging.
“The stupid crossbreed is the reason for my wound?!” He shouted, reading his foot for a well-placed kick. “I’m going to make you suffer-” His master’s voice was suddenly cut off a powerful aura flared to life nearby.
Two sets of hazel eyes looked towards the park entrance. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves another vamp.” His master’s companion stated.
“Yah, and a strong one at that. Stupid vamp, walking straight towards two trained Hunters.” He reloaded his gun, careful not to jar his injured hand. “We’ll have to make this quick. No hiding this time.”
The two nodded, completely forgetting about the cowering mass of Yugi, and stood to face the new undead. Guns aimed at the target and the crossbow was ready to fire.
Yugi dared to look up and see the features of this new vampire. He hadn’t thought that a vampire would willingly walk up to a Hunter, let alone two of them. Yugi wondered if this vampire would be seeking revenge for the hunter’s recent kill.
Yugi’s eyes widened when they landed on polished black boots, black leather pants and a sleeveless black tee. Familiar armbands and wild hair only verified exactly who it was.
It was the figure from the roof, and the crimson eyes were trained completely on him.
A dark figure jumped from roof to roof, crimson eyes scanned the area for their next victim. An orange moon hung high in the sky and the stars hide playfully behind the scattered clouds of the night.
Leather boots landed silently on the next roof and the shadowed figure stilled, letting his senses take in all that was going on around him. He listened for the solitary footsteps of a human walking by themselves on a night such as this.
This was part of his hunt, a crucial step in making sure that he would be rewarded for his efforts. This searching part helped him make sure that possible targets were alone and that their emotional stand-point was rather low. He didn’t care to feed from certain types of humans and he was doing the world a favor by picking off the weak and stupid.
After a good thirty minutes of searching, patience was also a key in good hunting, he located a certain signal that caught his interest. The signal was different from most of his feeds, seeing as they were mostly tainted and slurred; but this one’s was rather pure and the emotions showed that it clearly didn’t want to be where it was at all.
The signal appeared to be alone, and it would dim momentarily before glowing again. It seemed to be trying to hide in plain sight even though it wasn’t working.
Yami had to admit that his curiosity was caught, so he leaped off his perch and glided in the specified direction. He made sure to check for other signals since he didn’t want to be caught unaware.
When he didn’t notice any, suspicions began to form. The original signal seemed worried, scared, and resigned which in itself was rather strange but the fact that there was no one else around it made it even stranger.
‘Perhaps someone his hiding their signal.’ Yami thought as he hid in a shadow about a block away from the signal.
Suddenly the scent of freshly spilled blood filled his nose, cutting sharply through the cool night air. The scent was sweeter than normal, a mixture of honey and green tea; the combination was strange but it went well together for some reason. It seemed human, but there was something…off about it.
Yami quickly reigned in his vampiric urges and he continued towards the signal, the owner of the confusing scent. He also hid his own signal, feeling that there was something just ‘not right’ here.
Yami glanced around the park, crimson eyes falling on a small form that was lying on a bench. The small human was the owner of the signal and the blood; he could see where the red substance dripped from a cut on the small teen’s arm. Yami was just about to approach the human when something set off his warning signals.
He jumped off the ground and onto a nearby building when his deeper search picked up a hidden signal, three of them. Two of them were crouching near the small human a few hundred feet away and the third one was approaching at a fast speed. Signal one and two were human and they were defiantly hunters; Yami had no reason to fear them though, he was too strong for this weak pair of hunters to beat him. Signal three also brought no worry, true the signal belonged to a vampire but this one was a fledgling and could be dealt with easily.
So with this new information Yami concluded that he young boy was being used as bait by the hunters. Yami scowled, they must have been getting desperate.
‘Or lazy.’ Yami couldn’t help but add. He sat on the edge of the roof, concealed in shadow as he watched the events play out.
The human boy was still sitting on the bench, whimpering quietly in pain. Yami could hear the teen’s frantic heart beats from his perch.
He didn’t really notice it before, but the young human looked remarkably like him. They both had the same tri-colored hair, except that his had more blond streaks, and they were close to the same height. The human’s eyes were closed so that leaved him to ponder their color.
‘Maybe a sea green? Or a sky blue? They can’t be crimson like mine, I just can’t imagine that color for him. Defiantly not something normal like brown.’ Yami mused, testing out the different colors and combinations.
Yami was saved from further guessing when his look-a-like tilted his head back, first staring at the moon before looking directly at the shadow Yami was concealed in.
Their eyes locked and Yami was stunned at the truly unique color of those orbs. Yami felt himself drawn into those depths and accepted the feeling with open arms.
Yami now had his answer.
‘I really don’t want to be here.’ Yugi whimpered. Warm, sticky blood ran down his arm letting the scent lure unwanted company near. This almost always happened when he was brought on a hunt. His master would find a logical place for a vampire to feed, cut him open to lure said vampires, then hide in the bushes and wait for the right moment to attack.
‘Which is normally while the vampire feeds.’ Yugi winced; he didn’t like being drained by the bloodsuckers, it always hurt and he always thinks that he would die.
He shifted uncomfortably on the wooden bench, staring at the sky with broken eyes. His first glance landed on the orange full moon, the ‘hunting moon’ as some humans called it. Vampires, werewolves, and other such creatures of the night were known to make multiple killings on these nights.
‘At least it’s not a Blood Moon.’ Yugi thought half gratefully. He would rather not be here at all if he had any choice. The Blood Moon was when most of the fledglings go into ‘blood lust’ and when all creatures of the night were exceptionally cruel. Any human who had any shred of sanity would stay indoors on a night with a red moon.
Anyone except the hunters; they came out on such nights to weed out the weaker ones in an attempt to lessen the numbers. Not to mention that he was used as bait most of those times anyway. What he wouldn’t give to actually die in one of those attacks, he was surprised that he hadn’t been turned yet.
He let out a sigh as he tilted his head further back, wanting to get a last look at the nearby city before he became vampire chow again. His eyes landed on the closest building, a small family owned store, and locked on the shadows at the top.
Yugi froze, mentally and physically when his eyes connected with another’s. His own amethyst eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat.
Crimson. That was the color of the other’s eyes. It wasn’t unlike the color that dripped from his arm steadily but it gave off a more comfortable feel, like a warm fire on a winter night.
The owner of the eyes was concealed completely in shadow with a faint outline of the person’s body. An attached shadow fluttered around him, probably the result of a cloak or jacket.
Dimly, Yugi heard a twig snap in the background. The sudden sound caused him to sharply tear his eyes away from the other’s and search for the origin of the noise.
Silence issued. The call of the night insects shuddered to a stop, causing a silence so big that he could hear his own heart. His amethyst eyes scanned the area, searching desperately for anything to sooth his fears.
Yugi glanced back at the rooftop, his heart crashing to a stop at what he saw.
A lone figure stood tall on the building, black cape flowing in the breeze. Slim, muscular legs were clothed in what appeared to be black leather and a sleeveless top adorned his chest. Various silver buckles and silver armbands decorated his upper arms and neck. Spiky hair skyrocketed from the man’s skull, so much like his own tri-colored locks.
Yugi stared momentarily, before rubbing his eyes. There was no way that there was someone on that roof, people just didn’t dress like that on an orange moon unless they wanted to be targeted.
He peered back at the rooftop, silently hoping that he had been hallucinating but also hoping that the image was actually real.
The rooftop was empty, like it was supposed to be. No crimson eyed shadow, and defiantly no man dressed in leather.
Yugi sighed, he new that he would eventually for crazy; he just didn’t expect it to be so soon.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
Yugi froze as a soft, hoarse voice grated upon his ears. Goosebumps rose on his skin and his nerve jumped on an electric wire. He spun back around, away from the vacant rooftop and locked onto the tall male in front of him.
A man of about medium height stood before him. He had pale blond hair that fell to his shoulders and ice blue eyes. His body was thin yet muscular and he was wearing torn jeans with a blue t-shirt.
The man was smiling manically and his eyes were focused on the small, cowering human. Black pupils were almost formed into slits and a sharp canine protruded from thin lips.
Vampire.
“What’s the matter?” The blond sneered, a hissing accent showing that he was still a newly turned vampire. “I only want a bite.”
The vampire lunged forward, grabbing Yugi buy his injured arm and pulled him close. Yugi shuddered in fear, he could feel the vamps breath on his cut and he struggled weakly against the grip.
“Such a wonderful scent.” The vampire appraised, licking the still dripping blood. “I think that I shall enjoy this treat in a more secluded place.”
Yugi’s eyes widened even more as the implantations of what was said sunk in. Panicked thoughts tumbled in his head. The vampire wasn’t supposed to take him away, it was supposed to stay here and feed. If the vamp took him some other place , then he could actually die.
He started to struggle, all but thrashing in the vamps grip. Limbs attacked anything they could reach. The vampire seemed unsurprised at the actions and simply tightened its hold on Yugi’s arm. It wrapped its second arm around the struggling human, trapping the flailing arms against his side.
The vampire started to walk away from the park bench, heading in a direction that led to the trails. It was in a hurry, the scent of fresh blood driving the new vamp crazy, and gathered it legs beneath him so that it could leap.
They hadn’t made it ten feet off the ground when a shot ran out. The vampire spat out a curse, barely dodging the first shot. A silver bullet grazed Yugi’s arm as the vamp continued to dodge other shots.
“Filthy Hunter!!!” The vamp shouted. “Show yourself you coward!” Shots continued to fly, aimed directly for the vampire but occasionally one would strike Yugi.
The vampire, realizing that Yugi was only causing him to slow down and that the Hunters weren’t even trying to avoid the human, dropped its chosen feed. Now able to move more freely, the vampire twisted in the air and charged in the direction the shots came from.
Yugi dropped painfully to the hard ground, emitting a low groan. Stars jumped into his vision as he tried to make his body move. He didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire.
He watched as the vampire dodged the silver bullets, his master was hidden in the bushes nearby. The brown haired man called to him when the vampire started to run away.
“Brat! Get the rest of the gear and follow!”
Yugi obeyed, forcing his shaking limbs into action. He stumbled under the weight of the gear before gaining his balance and following his master. Silently, he wondered where his master’s partner was then guessing that he was setting up a sneak attack.
His breathing became ragged as he was pushed to his limits. He stationed himself near his master, ready for any other commands. The vampire had spotted the first hunter and was now adding some offense into its strategy.
“Give me a bomb!” His master commanded. Yugi quickly grabbed the item and handed it to his master, readying another just in case. The bomb was launched, but it didn’t do very much good. The after cloud stank and it hid the vamp from view.
His master smirked, thinking that the vamp was dead and was about to call out to his partner. When a sudden streak of blond and blue launched extremely close to the brown-haired man, cutting a fairly large gash in his firing arm.
A look of pure triumph crossed the vamps face before it suddenly turned into a look of shock and pain. A hole appeared in his chest, carved out by a silver stake. The second hunter strolled casually out of a bush, crossbow hanging in his arms.
“B-bastard.” The vampire chocked, spitting out blood. The pale skin dried and crinkled, turning into a slivery dust that clumped on the ground.
The vampire was dead.
“What took you so long?” Was the first thing out of Yugi’s master’s mouth, his unharmed arm was clutching the open wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
The hunter’s partner snorted and sent a disgusted look at Yugi, who cringed on reflex. This was going to end badly.
“The runt was in my firing sight, couldn’t get past him.”
The look on his master’s face was all the warning he needed. He shrunk in on himself, hoping that the upcoming beating wouldn’t be too damaging.
“The stupid crossbreed is the reason for my wound?!” He shouted, reading his foot for a well-placed kick. “I’m going to make you suffer-” His master’s voice was suddenly cut off a powerful aura flared to life nearby.
Two sets of hazel eyes looked towards the park entrance. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves another vamp.” His master’s companion stated.
“Yah, and a strong one at that. Stupid vamp, walking straight towards two trained Hunters.” He reloaded his gun, careful not to jar his injured hand. “We’ll have to make this quick. No hiding this time.”
The two nodded, completely forgetting about the cowering mass of Yugi, and stood to face the new undead. Guns aimed at the target and the crossbow was ready to fire.
Yugi dared to look up and see the features of this new vampire. He hadn’t thought that a vampire would willingly walk up to a Hunter, let alone two of them. Yugi wondered if this vampire would be seeking revenge for the hunter’s recent kill.
Yugi’s eyes widened when they landed on polished black boots, black leather pants and a sleeveless black tee. Familiar armbands and wild hair only verified exactly who it was.
It was the figure from the roof, and the crimson eyes were trained completely on him.
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