The Challenge of Life or Death

by GothicGlamour

Warning: This fic contains yaoi, vampires, werewolves, blood, gore (And probably lemons in the future) and all things Godly. If you feel uncomfortable or easily offended in any way reading this story, please DO NOT READ!

Summary: Yami is a cold-blooded 400-year-old bloodthirsty werewolf that must feast on the flesh of chosen ones every red moon. A chosen one's flesh has the ability to make a werewolf become stronger, which he needs to survive. But now, he finds this new chosen one to be far more difficult to get under his jaws. Slowly, he starts to grow an infatuation for the mortal. Yami thought it would be easy to stand the little one's blows of passion. Can he bring himself to eat the chosen one's flesh before the rise of the red moon is over? Obviously he's never received a kiss from Yugi Motou. Please do not alter, steal, plagerize this story in any way. You will be reported!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Yugioh! That belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. Anyway, I hope you readers will enjoy this story!

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Prologue

Even a man who's pure in heart

And says his prayers at night,

May become a wolf when the wolf bane blooms

And the moon is full and bright

The Werewolf

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1705, London, England

It was midnight in the foggy, quiet town of London. The town was secluded, because of the horror of death. Only but a few people dared to venture out into the town at night but only for important matters like medicine and food. The citizens of the town didn't even feel safe in their own homes for they hanged amulets and charms over their doors to keep the unseen evil away from their homes. The streets was littered with puddles of water and lit with the soft glow of the lanterns. Not a soul was heard under the blood red moon which light was blocked by the overlapping clouds of the night in the eerie fog. Some have lost faith in the existence of God for some believed that not even God could save them from this detriment of evil.

The only figure who dared walk the forsaken streets at night with no fear was a young man. The fire of the lanterns suddenly went out in a puff of smoke in his presence, many dogs whimpered in fear as if it sensed the evil aura around his body, but this did not bother him. He could hear every sound around him, other than the clicking sound that his boots made as they hit the wet cobblestone. Other than that, it was completely silent. He walked through a dark alley and stopped as if he could sense the presence and smell of a human being.

He listened as a girl jumped down from a nearby building, landing firmly on the wet ground behind him. "Don't you dare take one more step, monster!" The girl cried out as she held her gun firmly.

The young man just stood there, unfazed by the threat. He slowly turned around and the girl began to panic, seeing the red glow of the boy's eyes. She looked up into the sky as the clouds and fog parted to reveal the red moon. Her hands holding the weapon began to tremble. "Oh, no…" she whispered to herself, as if she knew what was coming.

The girl glared and cocked the handle, ready to shoot, but he just looked her in the eyes, no fear present in his own. He was calm, but too calm for her. She started to feel uneasy and fidgeted nervously, her finger lightly pulling on the trigger. The young man smirked a little, showing his canine fangs. He knew his power possessed her, taking control of her mind. She could feel the aura of death surrounding her. The boy sniffed the scent of the girl in the damp air. This wasn't just any human…

"I know you fully intend on killing me…but will you really risk being killed by a beast devouring your soul, young lady?" The young man quietly said to her. "I can see that fear blocks your judgment."

"Yes, I will. I won't let fear stop me from doing this. I may be a chosen one, but I can kill you before you can get to me!" She shouted nervously.

"So be it." He growled as a low roar escaped his mouth. He ripped his shirt off and threw himself to the ground on all fours. Long, thin black fur covered his body, the sound of bones cracking and replacing like a jigsaw puzzle filled the air. The muscles of his thighs and arms began to bulged and firm. His fingers grew into long razor claws, his face was forming into a large wolf-like snout with long drooling fangs in its jaws and his ears became long and pointy and a long bushy tail behind him. The sound of the werewolf snarling filled the quiet air.

"Dear God…" The girl whispered as she stared with utter terror into the red glowing eyes of the werewolf before her as it slowly walked out of the shadows, it now being 6 feet tall on its hind legs. She was so stiff and afraid that she was hesitant to pull the trigger.

As the beast approached her and roared in the silent of the night, the girl finally gathers her courage to fire the gun. Swiftly, the werewolf quickly dodged the silver bullets that were fired. It grabbed her wrist with its crushing grip, viciously snarled in her face and throws her against the brick wall. The gun hit the ground with a loud metallic 'clank'. It was too far for her to reach. "Damn it…" She whispered.

She felt a dark shadow hovering over her. She looked up to see the demonic wolf, savoring the scent of fear and anxiety coming off of this girl. She screamed and quickly grabbed a large silver cross from her coat and recited a payer to herself with the sound of apprehension in her voice. "Wretched servant of Satan. I will be protected in the hands God! Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil! You are nothing but a damned soul and will burn in the flames of hell!" She held out the silver cross to stop the beast from approaching her.

It only snatched the cross from out her hand, dropped it to the wet ground and destroyed it with one stomp of its clawed foot. It shattered like it was nothing but twigs. She was very surprised to see that this did not work. She now had nothing else to protect herself with. The werewolf snarled as it leaped into the air and pounced on top of the girl. She screamed in agony as it dug its razor claws into her chest. The wolf held her still to keep her from struggling, trying to make this painful as possible. Its jaws gripped deeply into the flesh of her neck. Finally, as she started to grow more and more lethargic and limp, he dropped the lifeless body onto the ground and focused eating the flesh of the chosen one before him.

He momentarily stopped when it sniffed the air with blood dripping from its jaws. It noticed the light of fire at the end of the alley. He glanced at his victim. Her death cry must have brought attention to a group of the towns' people. Without a moment of hesitation, it leaped into the air before the light could reveal him from the darkness.

"I heard the scream over here!" One of the men shouted. He walked deeper into the alley, using his torch to light the way. "Oh, my God…" he whispered when he noticed the girl's gutted, half eaten body in a puddle of blood. He scared the rats away that were all ready eating her carcass.

"Elizabeth!" A man shouted from behind and kneeled before her body. "Elizabeth…" He sobbed and softly rubbed her cold, pale face.

"You knew her well, John?"

He answered back with his voice breaking. "She was my wife! What kind of monster would do something so vile to take her away from me like this!"

"It must have been some rabid dog. She shouldn't have wondered these forsaken streets at night. Lots of evil in these walls…this red moon is only half of Satan's will. We must leave now before we become victims as well. Elizabeth was not the only one whose soul was taken from us…we must leave before we lose our own and-" The officer was silenced by the sound of approaching footsteps from the shadows in front of him.

"Who goes there?"

A young man walked towards the towns' people. His hair was maroon colored with thunderbolt-like blonde spikes. His body was slim and lithe. He also had the most captivating eyes; they were large and hypnotic, shockingly powerful yet, undeniably seductive. They were a deep crimson, glowing like the blood red moon. Some of the women and girls in the crowd were entranced by his aura. He glanced at the carcass on the floor and smirked as if it was funny.

"It's sad to see such a beautiful girl being taken by the hands of evil…but I'm sure it was inevitable. She couldn't hide from what was yet to come." The young man quietly said with his smirk.

"What did you say?" shouted John.

"She made a foolish mistake. A mistake that cost her to die in a agonizing death." He quietly said and walked through the parting crowd, afraid to be near his presence. The officer's guard dog starting viciously barking and snarling at him, trying to break free from the binding leash held by his master.

"Ace, what's wrong? Calm down! Heel!"

"One more thing you need to know…her screaming before she went…was music to my hears." He chuckled as he wiped the blood off his chin with his index finger. As he walked down the dark, silent streets, a cold aura surrounded the towns' people and they all got a sickly feeling in their heart and souls. They now knew there was something wrong with that boy, something very malevolent. But no one dared stop him as the moon above began to return to its rightful color.

Yami's POV

The cause of my present predicament is not one for the unconvinced. For 100 years I've been feasting on the flesh of chosen ones as a werewolf, with a name to fit my heart and soul. Yami. Darkness. For that is what I am. That is who I am. Born as darkness with the blood and soul as a werewolf.

No mortal is known of my existence, only those who I have killed. It's suspicious for a person to still be around after 100 years and still look like a teen. Though I find myself walk along the mortals, it doesn't change the way I feel about them. They're disgusting creatures, only good for eating. I hate the unpleasant smell of humans, except when fear exiles from their bodies. Fear makes the flesh taste better. I sneered at the thought.

I doubt the existence of God, whose being was constantly plagued into my head since birth. When I hear my victims pray for their lives to God, I only laugh. How can you pray to what is not there? The so-called influence of this 'god' cannot harm me for my soul is influenced by the perception of Satan.

For me, death is not an option. Only for my victims.

To Be Continued…

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