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With hair as white as ivory, skin without blemish like freshly fallen snow, and deep brown eyes with a hint of red. There was something just so otherworldly and alluring about him and you did desire him so. Across the club you saw him, sitting at the bar; mature and confident you spent your time nursing your drink and admiring him, turning your head to hide your blush whenever you thought he was looking in your general direction. All this time you debated whether or not to ask him out, he was intimidating and anytime you were able to muster up any confidence you quickly snuffed it out with doubts.
You were lost in thought and turmoil, so you didn't notice when the man of your desires got up from his seat and walked over to you, taking the seat besides you and placed a glass of white wine in front of you. You half jumped in your seat when upon following the hand in front of your vision you were met with the close up face of the ivory haired man. He giggled seeing your spooked look but was quick to try and ease the tension you were feeling.
"Don't worry, love. I don't bite.... well unless upon request." He giggled again before taking a sip of his red wine. "I'm Bakura."
"I'm (Y/N)." You replied.
"What a beautiful name for such a beautiful young lad."
You felt very nervous and awkward having him this close to you, like he was your first crush, because technically he was.
"You know I got that drink for you. I didn't think you were a red man, you look sweet like a white."
With his gemstone eyes he glanced over to the glass of wine next to you; he was right, you did prefer white over red. Normally you weren't one to except drinks from strangers, but after you took a look and a sniff for anything unusual and found nothing you took a deep drink hoping that would calm you.
"Better, darling?"
You nodded and Bakura hummed with satisfaction and from there the two of you began chatting. Conversation was casual - what you both did for work, where you were from, what were you're hobbies, etc. Some of the things he said however seems a bit.... off, but you ignored them deeply into his dark brown nearly red eyes.
"Enough small talk, love." Bakura stated with such authority, but without harshness in his tone. "You like me, yes?"
You nodded.
"Wonderful. I can't deny that I like you as well. Ever since I saw you I knew you would be quite the delectable morsel..."
Bakura leaned into the crook of your neck and inhaled before returning to how he was.
"You smell amazing, like I can't describe it in words you would understand... You smell like... the value of platinum, or more like how a person would feel in their heart if you listed platinum amongst a pile of treasures. Just brilliant...."
More unusualness, but you didn't care. You took the compliment and the rest fell out your ear.
"Normally with a treat like you I wouldn't waste any time getting you somewhere private and quiet before feasting on you, but there's just something about you I find fascinating, I want to get to know you better."
"I want to get to know you better too...." You replied nodding away blankly while looking into his almost.... hypnotic eyes.
Bakura chuckled from your words.
"Wonderful, love. Give me your number and we can go out for dinner and a few pints sometime."
You gave your number to Bakura and he punched it into his phone; a bit antiquated compared to yours as it looked a bit worn and was a button phone.
"Thanks, love. Now if you don't mind I got to go and find someone eat before I retire for the morning."
Bakura gave you a gentle peck on the cheek before he walked off, you waved him goodbye and even before he left your sight you awaited his call.
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It was about a week before Bakura called you back and you almost squealed when you heard his voice on the phone. By some means you were able to control yourself and be able to communicate with him. Getting your hellos and friendly banter out of the way he asked you out for a date, upon hearing that you almost squealed again but were able to maintain your composure. After hashing out the date and time you said your goodbyes and hung up, afterwards you danced around in celebration.
Wearing some of your best clothes and all clean cut you were ready for you date. Just after sunrise Bakura arrived at your doorstep wearing a fetching black longcoat, he took you gently by the arm and helped you into his car; something straight out of the 50's and white wall tires to bout. Though some parts of him seemed a bit anachronistic, you were glad his tastes of restaurants were modern as he took to a Hot Pot place. You'd always want to try Hot Pot and you mentioned that to Bakura, him remembering that only added on to his wonderful qualities.
Dinner went well, the food was of excellent quality and so was your date. Bakura let you do most of the talking, though this made you feel a bit guilty he reassured he enjoyed listening to you talk. You did talk about your family, interests, dreams, and desires while he listened on looking intensely at you. You would think someone doing the least talking would be doing the most eating, but he ate about as much as he talked and you brought this up when you had finished your meal.
"Not very hungry tonight?" You inquired.
"I just don't find thin soup all that satisfying," Bakura stated as he wrapped as arm around you. "I prefer something a bit more thicker and richer."
Together the two of you went out to his car, his arm still wrapped around you and now he had begun peppering your neck with kisses, which you didn't mind. Everything was quite right in the world which had become quite small in his cooling arms on this warm night. However things quickly tore apart into a million pieces when as just as you were about to reach his car, someone jumped you two. The man was wearing a black hoodie that concealed his face and in one of his hands was a knife, which he was pointing at the two of you.
"Hand over your wallets!" He exclaimed, waving his knife around.
You were horrified, shaking all over and half way to a panic attack, but the man next to you was anything but, he seemed unaffected by it and in fact now began laughing.
"Thieves nowadays, eh? No show, no talk, not even pickpocket scams! You just point your weapons and say 'give me your money or I harm you'. Geez, thievery has become so crippled since the invention of pistols."
The nonsense your date was spitting out did nothing to help either of you and seemed to enrage your would be thief.
"Hand it over now!" He shouted angerly and erratic.
"We won't be handing you over anyth-
Before Bakura could finish his sentence the man lunged forward towards him. Without even thinking you jumped in front of Bakura and were able to hold off him off. You tried to take the knife out of his hand but he wasn't about to let it go. Bakura ran over to you to try and help you fight it him off, but his effort would be all for not. Despite using all your strength you could not stop the man from plunging his knife into your stomach.
You didn't know it at first, you didn't want to, you froze and it felt like time did too - stuck between your first and second breath. But when second's time finally came and pain only got worse you could no longer avoid it and looked down, no longer able to see the blade, only his hand wrapped around the handle. You shuttered in abject terror, your eyes widened and you looked back up to see the man with a shocked look on his face.
He removed his hand and backed away, you down again at the uncovered handle. You tried to reach for it but your hand unable to form any gripping action rested on your crest around the knife before you began falling over. Instead of hitting warm and hard asphalt, you fell into something cold and soft, you looked up and saw Bakura looking down at you with such an unusual look on his face - one of fear and shock.
Bakura looked down to examine your wound and then looked over of the man who did it. Even though you couldn't see his face now you could tell Bakura was angry, so angry - his muscles tightened, his blood boiled under you, and it felt like his very anger was snuffing out every nearby light, it was all so surreal. You looked over at the man who stabbed you; he was very, very afraid, backing away, about to run, and begging for his life.
"What are you!? What kind of monster are you!?"
Bakura placed you down gently on the ground and got up walking towards the thief at a steady and terrorizing pace. The man tried to run but was quickly caught and flung to the ground. Bakura grabbed his collar and the man squirmed like a worm as he was dragged back.
"Have mercy!" He cried desperately, like he was about to die, and in fact he was.
"NO MERCY!"
The way Bakura sounded when it said that was like some kind of abominable beast or howling demon. Then nothing but horrifying screams filled the air, all this was taking place in the corners of your eye but you closed them both tight as you knew whatever has happening was not meant to be seen. You felt something wet splatter across your side and then dead silence, you didn't even need to think; you knew it was his blood.
It wasn't long before you heard footsteps coming your way, you couldn't tell what you were afraid of more - the knife in your body, cutting away your life or whatever your date was. The footsteps soon stopped and you felt a gentle cold hand run across your face, the hand opened and trailed down your body to the knife.
"You stupid, stupid boy...." Bakura proclaimed as he put his fingers to your stomach and ran the blood creeping out of the wound between his fingers. "What in the dark's name would possess you to do something like this."
"I... was trying to save you..." You stated as you opened your eyes, and saw Bakura's; once brown with flecks of red now completely red.
"Foolish Mortal, I would have been unharmed, he could not touch me!"
"I'm sorry..."
"Don't be. In fact you should rejoice, I am indebted to you."
Bakura raised his bloodied hands to your cheek and petted you.
"You gave to me your life in self-sacrifice, a debt I can only repay to you in one way."
Bakura took his other hand and placed it on the handle of the knife, ready to take it out.
"Hold on!" You exclaimed. "Won't that cause me to lose blood faster?"
"Yes, quite faster."
Bakura answered so casually and in an instant he plucked the knife from your body and tossed it aside.
"Stop! You're killing me...."
"That's the point, love."
And with those having slipped out of Bakura's mouth you noticed something else slipped out as well, in his mouth you saw fangs that gleamed like diamonds and then saw them no more as Bakura place his mouth over your gushing wound and started drinking your blood. Another sharp pain hit your stomach but unlike the knife the pain eventually dulled and replaced by sounds of sucking, slurping, and.... moaning from Bakura getting louder with time.
You however became more and more quiet as time went on, the few words you could get out became gasps and whimpers. You began to feel weaker and colder, you knew that meant you were running out of blood. It was flowing into the mouth of date and into your lungs, because you could taste it in your mouth. Your heart slowed and ached, trying to pump blood that wasn't there and your veins felt like a crushed juice box.
Right when your vision started to dim and you thought there was no way he anymore he stopped his feeding with a surprisingly loud 'pop'. With blood smeared all over his face and hands Bakura crawled over to you and put your head in his lap.
"You tasted so amazing, my good boy~" Bakura cooed while stroking your hair and comforting you. "You sleep now, (Y/N). Just go to sleep....."
You felt like you were dying, in fairness you were and you tried to fight against it as much possible. But you were too tired, your eyes were too heavy and despite your best efforts you soon gave in and slipped into the dark.
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You died. You were pretty sure of that, but then again dead people don't tend to wake up. At least you pretty sure you were awake, but it so dark you could have your eyes opened or closed and you couldn't tell the different. You tried to move you arm and legs but you could barely twitch them and with the numbness radiating through your entire body that little movement was your only indication your limbs were still attached.
You called out for help but anything that came out of your mouth was nothing more than a guttural creak. You focused yourself and tried again this time getting out actual words, but whether could hear it was beyond your knowing. It wasn't long before you had to stop, your voice had began to produce creaks again so you decided to save your strength while hoping someone would come soon. As you rested you occasionally heard an unusual ringing in your ear, but you tried ignore it as best as could with it being pretty low on your list of worries along with the horrid smell of decay in the air.
After what felt like forever in this endless dark and silence you heard a door open then the sound of a switch being flipped before blinding light flooding your vision. The light burned your eyes and eyelids clamped down harder than a steel vice to block it out. You heard two more switches being flipped before the light dimmed tolerable levels and you could begin to open your eyes. Your vision was blurred so you couldn't make out much except for a big blob of white you assumed was the ceiling, soon something else came into your sight - someone was standing over you.
"Terribly sorry, poppet. Didn't mean to make the lights so harsh..."
Upon realizing the figure was Bakura your first instinct to panic remembering what he was, but no matter how much you tired to move your body it wouldn't listen and soon you lost the will to even feel panic. As the moments passed by your vision cleared and Bakura along with the rest of the room came into focus. You were able to turn your head and on either side you could see metal tables and you were sure you were laying on one as well, and turned back to Bakura with his deep red eyes.
"Where am I?"
"You're at my house," Bakura answered. "More specifically you're in my house's basement. It's one of the only rooms I haven't changed since I moved in because of it's..... practical purpose."
"And that... purpose is?" You asked, though you knew you probably didn't want the answer.
"Storage and refrigeration, of course. It's an morgue, poppet. It's where I keep all the bodies until I eventually get motivated enough to toss them into the cremator, they pile up like water bottles, ya know?"
Bakura left your sight for the moment and you heard something like a refrigerator opening before quickly closing again and Bakura reentered your sight with a blood bag in his hands, drinking it with a straw.
"It's also where I put bodies that need drained and a few loose bags of the good stuff."
Bakura took another drink before setting his bag down on a nearby table.
"You're a vampire, aren't you?" You asked another question, but this time you were already aware of the answer and knew you didn't want to know it.
Bakura laughed before he gave his response.
"Handsome and funny, I scored myself the complete package." Bakura proclaimed rubbing his hand against your cheek, but it quickly firm and rough. "But, I am not just 'a vampire', I am the first. I am dark sun and Arafel. I am the Father of Monsters, Typhon and Echidna are my concubines. I am the terror of the Balkans and I have feasted on kings and the holy! I am the Great Evil God of the Shadows and I have killed before anyone who has given me less than my proper honorifics!"
Bakura's rough hand quickly untensed and his gentle pets returned again.
"....But you need not worry about such things, poppet."
Despite his little show whether or not it was suppose to induce fear in you, all you felt now was a little pissed and annoyed.
"And why is that?" You inquired.
"Tell me, besides your head and neck, can you move your body? I keep things nice and clean down here, but can you still smell death?"
You nodded yes to both, but you didn't him any credit because it was clear you couldn't move and despite what he said of course it would smell like dead bodies down here.
"What do thos-
"And can you hear a ringing in your ear?"
Your mouth agaped and your eyes fixed open with shock upon hearing those words from his mouth. You asked yourself how could he know about your ringing, there had to be a reason, maybe he knew there was something in the room causing it?
"I'll take your expression as a yes. You wanna know what's causing it?" Bakura asked, but didn't wait for an answered before continuing. "That ringing is caused by the absence of a sound you've lived with your entire life and have learned not to hear. Do you know what that sound is?"
Bakura's arm crawled it's way up your chest, resting right above your heart before tapping and rapping as a mimic to your missing heartbeat. The thumping in your chest was gone and you shook your head in denial of this.
"That's right darling, it's your heart darling. It's stopped."
You continued to deny this, you didn't want to know what this would mean.
"You're dead, (Y/N)."
Hearing the revelation slip from his lips you realized you could deny it no longer and you began to cry, but no tears fell from your eyes. You whined and gasped for air you didn't need. To comfort you Bakura scooted you a bit to make room for himself next to you then he pulled you into his chest and rubbed your head.
"Shhh, no tears, poppet. You'll only give yourself the most uncomfortable aches."
"...Am I a vampire now?"
"No, poppet. Not yet."
"Then how am I still-
Bakura's hand traveled down your body to where you were stabbed and not wanting him to touch your open wound again you protested and begged him not to. However, when fingers touched your skin you realized the wound was gone.
"You're in a state of limbo, (Y/N). Not alive, but your body is still kicking around. All thanks to my saliva, it can knit flesh back together and enough of it can animate the body, but not absolutely and not for long. That's why you're struggling to move and for the smell.... I meant to put you in one of my lockers, to preserve you, but I thought you'd be scared waking up in a small drawer."
"Why do this?"
"Awww sweet, poppet. I'm doing this because I care for you a great deal, I knew it the moment I saw you though I wasn't sure why at first. And then when you gave you life to protect mine and bore witness to your compassion and loyalty I found even more to love about you... How I do admire loyalty..."
"No, I meant," You grunted out. "If you are going to turn me into a vampire, why didn't you turn me the parking lot. Why bring me back here as a living corpse?"
Bakura hummed and placed a kiss on your forehead.
"Because I had no intention of conducting your blessed rebirth on the same ground where that pile of human trash took your life and soiled the ground with it's rancid blood."
You sighed and close your eyes trying to think over the pounding headache you were developing. Whether it was caused by everything you had learned this even or your body slowly dying was irrelevant at this point compared to what was about to happen to you. The man who had picked you up at the bar and turned out to be a vampire, which after you had been stabbed took you to his home which had a morgue in it was about to make you a vampire. Before a few hours ago vampires were only creatures of fiction to you, and maybe one or twice a nighttime fantasy...
You couldn't lie that it did sound tempting - immortality and such, but also that was one of the drawbacks at least according to your (fictional) sources of information on these things.
You also weren't sure for all those nasty vampire bits - burning in the sun, drinking blood, and murdering people. But according to the language Bakura had used it sounded like you didn't have much of a choice, but could he force you to turn?
"What if I don't want to become a vampire or what if I need more time to think about it?"
Bakura chucked and placed another kiss on your cheek.
"No issue. I knew you'd say something like that, but don't worry once you get a taste you'll love it so much."
Bakura unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his well defined torso and surprisingly ample pectorals. Bakura then grabbed a small blade and made a small incision along his left pec in which soon blood began to drip out of the wound.
"Come here, poppet. I have what you need... Take as much as you desire, come and taste of me."
You could smell it from here; it was like the feeling of silk and sight of running molten gold had a smell. It flooded your nose and overwhelmed your senses; it screamed in your head begging - no DEMANDING you taste it. You knew you should probably resist but it quickly overwhelmed any bit reason you had and with strength you didn't know you could muster you wrapped your arms around Bakura, put your lips around his wound and drank deep.
You sucked down every single drop that passed into your mouth, it was like sweet nectar on your tongue and warming ambrosia as it traveled down your throat. Your body numbness ceased, replaced by an aching and your insides torn by the knife healing as well as every other part of you that was dead. While you did this Bakura showered you with pets and praise as you tapped him like a keg.
"Such a good boy, my good boy... All mine, you're mine now~"
You hummed to confirm this as you happily drank from Bakura; ignoring every cell in your body changing, your eyes turning deep red like his, and two of your front teeth turning into flesh poking fangs.....