Chibi B: OH MY GOSH! It's the sequel to ToCN! ::gasp::
Okay, there are a number of things that I have to say before we move on...Cause if I don't, I'll forget them.
First off, if anyone has any better ideas for a title, PLEASE leave it in a review! I just sorta, came up with that word, and added Crimson Nights at the end..::rolls eyes:: I'm lazy, so yeah...think of something else, please tell me!
Second and MOST IMPORTANT!! Some of the people who left a review wanting the lemon's e-mails didn't fully show up...so I can't send it yet...I'm going to wait a few more days to see if anyone will send another review stating restating your e-mail addres (with spaces!!!) or just e-mail me myself. I will most likely have sent it to the people's whose e-mails I have by the end of this week...so, my apologies for the delay! ::bows::
Another thing, the beginning of this fic is kinda slow...just like the beginning of ToCN, so really, try to hold on! It'll get better...I hope....
Okay! That's it I suppose...Thanks again to everyone who made this possible! I love you all! ::throws out plushies:: Yaaaay!
Disclaimer: I don't own it...Leave me alone!
Ah, dear readers! It is I, the handsome and oh so loveable Marik, here to tell my perspective of my lover's tale and how I changed when I met Malik. Perhaps you've read this wonderful novel; Tales of Crimson Nights?
In this story, you will read the things in my point of view, and let me warn you, you might get confused. There will be events that were never mentioned in Bakura's story, because he was not there to witness it, and I beg you not to leave but to instead to pay as good attention to my words, as you did to his.
It starts off just like Bakura's tale…
It really was a nice night when Bakura and I headed off to the village. We parted once we arrived, each of us heading off to our own destination. I had no current place in mind, but wandered around, pausing to look at anything that caught my interest. Then, I saw a sign that was advertising slaves. For some reason, this made me curious, and I found myself walking inside the building the sign was in front of.
It was there that I was met with the sight of a certain blond haired slave that looked a lot like myself. He was curled up in a corner, hands and feet bound together, sleeping. He was beautiful, and I stood there, perplexed by his presence, wondering how he could look so much like me.
"Can I help you, sir?" A man asked, walking up to me. I could sense immense greed and selfishness from him, and I tried hard not to snort in disgust. Men like him were vile creatures.
"Perhaps you can." I said smoothly, my eyes locked once again on the strange boy. "How much is he?" I pointed to him, and that was when the young one woke up, his eyes met my own, and he glowered heatedly at me. I raised an eyebrow in interest. He was a fighter then? What fun!
"So you want the blond, do you?" The man smirked. "He's a bit rebellious, that one is."
"Really now?" I asked, my attention caught once again. "Sounds intriguing. I'll take him." The captive's eyes widened minutely in fear, but tried to cover that up quickly with another glare, which had me nearly grinning with glee.
"20 gold coins." The man demanded. I raised an eyebrow.
"That seems a little expensive for just slave." I droned. "Especially for a disobedient one."
"That's my price." He growled. "Take it or leave it." I shrugged and tossed a bag of coins at him carelessly, then walked into the holding cell. It's not as if the money mattered, Bakura and I had plenty back at our estate.
"Come, let me take you to your new home." He glared at me defiantly, and I couldn't help but snicker at his foolish attempts to be threatening. I bent down to untie his ankles, and fell back in surprise when the boy leapt at me and bit into my hand.
"Insolent brat!" The previous owner shouted. He came over and kicked the slave savagely on his side, causing him to roll off of me with a pained grunt. The man then whipped something off of the table next to him, and advanced on the dazed boy. Before the kid had any chance to prevent what was happening, the man gagged him with a rag, tying the ends together behind his head. He turned to me, and bowed. "I apologize for that, do you need some bandages for your wound?"
"I'll be fine." I tried not to smirk. The disgusting pig had no idea that I was a vampire, and that the wounds would heal themselves in time. I wanted to save the bite marks though, planning on showing Bakura when I found him. "I'd appreciate if you supplied to me with a rope though."
"Of course." He went and found what I asked for, and I quickly tied the cord around the boy's neck. He struggled and spat muffled curses at me. My face broke out into a smile, and I patted the child's head.
"You're cute when you're angry." The teen froze, and stared at me cautiously. "Come, I have to show you to Bakura." I tugged on his leash, and forced him outside the run down building.
I walked around a while, pulling sharply on the end of the rope if the boy began to fall behind. I meant what I said about him though. He was cute. I knew I wanted him when I first saw him, but I didn't know how my lover would react. It was then I caught sight of him across the road, holding a bundle in his arms.
"Hey Bakura!" I called, waving my hand speedily and grinning at him. "Look what I bought!" I proudly showed him the boy behind me, watching pleasingly as Bakura swept his eyes over him.
"I see." Bakura smirked. "It seems we've both purchased ourselves some new slaves." I looked at the bundle he held in his arms. Awww….the boy looked so adorable! And he looked a lot like Bakura! "Why is yours gagged?" I was started out of my bewildered thoughts at this question, and snickered quietly. I showed him my right hand, which had fresh puncture wounds embedded in them.
"He bit me once I bought him." I explained, still chuckling. Bakura couldn't contain his laughter and burst into a fit of giggles. I could tell he was choosing to ignore the scathing glare my slave was giving him right then. I guess Bakura found it as amusing as I did that a human bit a vampire.
"Come on. We have to get these two back before the sun rises, we only have a few hours left." Bakura said, turning around and heading back towards our house.
"But we haven't eaten yet!" I whined, stamping my foot down in protest, momentarily forgetting that we had, indeed, fed before we arrived. Bakura reminded me and I smiled up at him with a sheepish look on my face.
"Oh yeah.." I grinned. "Alright, then lets head back." We started walking slowly towards the manor, the new slave in Bakura's arms, fast asleep, and me still tugging on the leash of my own slave.
"Why did you decide to buy him?" Bakura asked curiously, glancing over at me.
"Because he's pretty." I answered offhandedly, causing the one following behind me to stiffen and glower at my back. I looked back at Bakura. "Why did you buy yours?"
"I don't really know." Bakura admitted, looking down at the sleeping child in his arms. "I saw him and then just decided that I had to have him." I frowned, recalling the way I had felt when I first saw the tanned boy in the cell.
"I had the same feeling." I admitted, looking over the boy that Bakura held. "It looks as if he was treated badly. He reeks of his own blood." I licked my lips, feeling the familiar hunger run through me. Bakura mumbled something back to me, but I didn't hear. I was too busy concentrating on something other than the blood surrounding me. "We're here! Finally!" I cried out in relief once we made it to our mansion. "Should we keep them in the same room while we sleep?"
"I think that may be a good idea. They should get a chance to know each other. Hurry now, the sun will be rising soon." Bakura said quickly. We both disregarded the look of curiosity that passed in my slave's eyes at the mention of the sun, and I followed after Bakura. Surprisingly, he unlocked the door to the room across from ours. This had puzzled me, because I knew that he never felt comfortable with others near us while we slept.
We entered the room, and Bakura walked over to one of the beds, laying his slave down carefully. I turned to the boy on the other end of the rope, and gently tugged him to the other bed. I untied the rope around his neck and wrists, when suddenly the boy leapt at me, scratching against my chest, his curses muffled by the gag in his mouth. I rolled my eyes and calmly untied the gag. His energy amazed me, but I found my amusement cut short when he once again embedded teeth into my skin.
"Damn brat." I snarled, my patience with him flying out the window. I pulled him off me harshly and threw him down on the bed, marching out of the room before I could do him any more harm. After all, I didn't want to damage him permanently, did I? I slipped into my coffin, eyes drooping tiredly, and awaited Bakura. He walked into the room a few minutes later, and I beckoned him to me. Bakura and I always slept together, as mentioned in his story. I never minded, always enjoying Bakura's body against mine.
"Shh, sleep." He whispered, blowing out all the candles in the room before joining me. I instantly tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him against me. I loved running my hands through his thick, silver locks. He was so incredibly beautiful. He muttered a goodnight to me before planting a kiss on my lips and pulling the lid over us, falling asleep quickly.
"Goodnight Bakura." I whispered back, staying awake just a few moments longer to admire his beauty, before falling into a deep sleep as well.
Chibi B: Like I said, really slow and short...the next chapter will be longer. This one's only 1500 words long, around the same as the first of ToCN, and the second one is around 3000...so, yeah...
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