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This is a role play between Radiant Oblivion and Sailor Uranus Haruka. Veiwing is alowed any comment can be pmed to me (I apresiate construtive cirtsism).


(First post coming shortly.)

Years had passed since he had laid eyes on something he wanted to keep around. Hundreds, if he wanted to be technical, and he wasn't one for technicalities. In that time though, things had changed drastically in the streets of Domino City. And with change, it was only natural that he changed with it, was it not? No longer were the days of grace and proper ways- lost in the tide of greed and filth.

This specimen though was quite rare in Bakura's eyes. Pure- that was the only way to explain it. The boy seemed to radiate with a light that drew the darkness in. That was obvious to the creature as he sauntered quietly, keeping a good distance behind. Other, more dangerous things were lurking around the corners, and Bakura would be damned if they reached what he had now decided would be his prey- his new toy.

Stepping out of the alleyway several feet in front of the boy, he tilted his head a bit to the side, a smirk slowly etching across his features. "Well, well, well... you look rather out of place in this bland setting," Bakura said smoothly, the dark trenchcoat that was draped around his frame shifting slightly in the increasingly harsh wind. The creature that had been heading towards the boy suddenly switched directions when it caught sight of Bakrua, fleeing from the dark one. Such a thing made his smirk widen, a glimmer of white flashing in the faint light as he looked to the boy directly. "Someone like yourself shouldn't be walking around in this part of town."

Moving about, Bakura started to circle around the boy, his eyes roaming over every part of the innocent one before he came to a stop, bending down low enough so his breath brushed over the boy's neck. "People tend to... disappear, on nights like these." Unfortunately for Bakura, reverting to speak like humans did nowadays was harder than it looked. An old habit from his early years no doubt. Still, his attention didn't waver from the boy.

"Tell me, are you lost?"



[ ooc: I didn't see the picture. But I hope my post was alright! :3 ]

Ah, fear. It was wonderful really, and he could sense it much like any other predator that roamed the lands. Little did the boy know that just having Bakura creeping around him was by far the most innocent thing the white haired creature could do. Weak disgusting little mortals, and yet there he was, intrigued. “D-Do I know?” Bakura mocked, sliding his hand up to the lithe male’s shoulder. He could feel the blood pumping through the other’s veins and it delighted Bakura all the more- if that was even possible in the first place. “It all depends, of course. I could know, but what would I gain from letting you out of my sights?” Smirking in the dim light the vampire tilted his head a bit, gazing down at what would be his victim soon enough. "Besides, if I did let you go, there's no guarantee something else won't snatch you up and end your pathetic existence." He just wanted to play with his 'food' first.




[ ooc: That's odd! Then again, Gaia can be odd from time to time! x3 ]

Delicious. Absolutely delightful in the worst of ways.

He could feel the pulse under his fingers, and the sense the precious blood running through those veins. Unconsciously, he dug his fingers in deeper to the source; harsher. The act was mere instinct. Even after many a year, hunger was something that could get to the most experienced vampire. Had it been two hundred years prior, Bakura wouldn't have hesitated in pinning the delectable creature, only to rip his throat out.

The vampire had to give the boy some credit though. For such a small and frail human, the boy did well at hiding something, even if eventually Bakura would stop at nothing to break that shield to hear the screams and yells of terror.

"There are things out there, darker than your imagination can grasp. Things far worse than your species can even produce."

And he was one of them.

Out in the distance, something backed his statement. Hollow, the sound so low that one had strain to hear. The scream of pain that echoed from blocks away. Bakura didn't even blink at the sound, merely gazing up to the sky, looking to the moon before scoffing. It seemed he wasn't the only one feeding that night.

"Such a waste," Bakura drawled out, his thumb tracing down the side of the white haired teen's neck. "I was hoping I'd get to play with you more, but it seems as though our time is running short." He didn't need a bloodlusting vampire trying to steal away his food. He wouldn't stand for it. "Now then," he hissed, his lips pressing against the boy's neck, his thumb nail pressing harshly against the front of the neck as he waited for the beads of crimson to start falling. "Will you cry out for me, little vessel? Or should I just end your ability to speak here and now?"

In the end, no one ever said he wasn't a sadistic b*****d.



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