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Yugi vs the Lost Boys

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This story is No. 8 in the series "Yu-Gi-Oh Crossovers, Prompts and Oneshots". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Yugi goes to Santa Carla for a vacation. What happens when he meets the Lost Boys?

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Movies > Lost Boys
Anime > Yu-Gi-Oh!
BuffyKaibaHuntFR746,0200653926 Mar 118 Jul 11No

Changing Tides

Previously...

Then, Yami got right to work. First he slashed the throat of the first vampire, letting the blood stain his hands, and then dumped him into the ocean. Then he went for the other vampire and repeated the same process.

Finally, his work was finished, and, a sadistic grin forming on his face, Yami then lifted his switchblade to his face and smiled.

The blade was all bloody, so he then cleaned it off in the ocean, and then after folding up the blade, put it back in his pocket.

Soon, he came back to the cave, where David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko were still magically tied up.

Paul’s eyes widened upon seeing the blood on Yami’s hands. “Man, what happened to you?” he asked. “Did you get into a bloody fight or something?”

“I guess you could say that, yes,” Yami replied calmly, and then, much to the shock of the boys, lifted one hand to his mouth and began to clean the blood off by licking it with his red tongue, and then repeating the process with the other hand.

After licking his lips clean, Yami then said, after lifting the magical binding spell while still keeping a casual tone of voice,
“So, you boys hungry?”

The boys looked at each other. Now that Yami mentioned it, they were hungry; it had been quite a while since they had eaten. When they nodded, Yami narrowed his eyes and then said,
“But no feeding on innocent people. Got it?”


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Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city’s lookin’ like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night

Raindrops on the windshield
There’s a storm moving in
He’s headin’ back from somewhere
That he never should have been

And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

Every light is burnin’
In a house across town
She’s pacin’ by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown

Askin’ for a miracle
Hopin’ she’s not right
Prayin’ it’s the weather
That’s kept him out all night

And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin’ strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night

As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls

She’s waitin’ by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he’s alive

But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin’ flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows

And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin’ strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night

As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls

~Garth Brooks, The Thunder Rolls


David, Paul, Marko and Dwayne exchanged a puzzled look with each other that said, No feeding on innocent people...? Why?

Reading their thoughts, Yami smiled and said, “Well, since you asked, I’ll tell. You see, if I was a vampire, I would choose to be one of the good ones – preying on evil people such as muggers, child traffickers, child rapists and pedophiles.... you know, people who can never be... as you say... rehabilitated.

“Innocent people,” Yami went on, “such as men, women and children who are innocent, deserve to live long and healthy lives. That’s why I would prefer to feed on evil people, as they deserve to die from my bite.”

When Yami finished, David then spoke up. “Uh, Your Majesty,” he said, “why do you not want to feed on the blood of innocent people?”

Yami smirked, his crimson eyes glowing like red jewels, embers and fire in the shadows.

“You know why,” he replied as he licked his mouth.

*******That night on the beach*******

Yami, David, Paul, Dwayne and Marko were flying in the sky high above the Boardwalk to the beach.

Dwayne, Paul and Marko looked at each other, still confused as to why Yami would feed only on evil people, even though he had explained to them once more. David, however, liked the idea after giving it a lot of thought.

Yami, smirking still, had already sensed an evil person, hiding deep in the crowds of people, and had picked him out for his new victim. His fangs were itching to pierce the skin of the evil person’s throat. His eyes still glowed red at the thought of all that crimson life force running down the victim’s skin and then flowing into his mouth and down his own throat in a river-like fashion.

He then whispered so that only the boys could hear, “Blood will flow.”

Soon, they landed gracefully on the sands of the beach, and Yami focused on where his prey could be found. He soon found him sitting by a campfire, and smiled while peeking over what looked like a sand dune, while the boys were right next to him. Perfect. Soon he will know what it means to release the animal that sleeps inside a man until it awakens upon hearing what mortals call ‛the call of the wild’, and listens for it while hunting, Yami thought, his dark smile widening across his face.

Of course, the boys had caught the thought, and looked at each other as though to say, “What the heck does he mean by ‛the call of the wild’?”

“Oh, you’ll see,” said Yami as he turned to them, and they were surprised. Apparently, Yami had something up his proverbial sleeve.

With that, as the boys watched, Yami got to his feet and then headed over to where his prey was sitting, unaware that he was being watched...

***************************

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

The man yelped and turned around to find the source of the voice. When he saw who it was, he was surprised. It was a man wearing a black T-shirt with a blue coat over it, black jeans and black boots. His eyes were like hypnotic crimson jewels, and his tri-colored hair was shaped like lightning bolts. The man tried to make his breathing slow down and his heart rate go back to normal.

“You frightened me,” he said.

Yami smiled. “Sorry. Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be at home?” he asked this time.

“I’m fine, really. It’s just that I wanted some time to myself, of course.”

Suddenly he felt something slam into him and the next thing he knew, he was being held captive on the sandy beach. The man gazed up into Yami’s now blood red eyes as his heart sped up. He was sure Yami could hear it; it pounded in his ears.

“I somehow doubt that,” Yami said. “You see, I happen to be a vampire.”

Confusion appeared on the man’s face before he then said, “I think you need help. Or rather, you need to be locked up in the mental institution.”

Yami shook his head. This mortal – such a simpleton. Always believing that his kind were nothing more than fairy tales. Just made-up stories, myths told around campfires as legends for fun. Fictional. No wonder the power of the vampire was people never believing in him anyway...

“Do you want proof?” he asked, surprised when the man suddenly went all numb and could only nod, but still not believing him.

“Here’s your proof,” Yami then muttered quietly in reply, letting the tiny transformation begin. Moving his tongue out of the way, Yami felt his canines grow about half an inch more, the sharp points just barely hitting his bottom lip. Smirking so that his top row of teeth showed, he was pleased to find his victim now very scared.

“Let go! Let go of me!” the man screamed, and then squirmed, but it wasn’t any use. Yami had pinned his body to the sand with his own. His victim was beyond scared now; he was absolutely petrified.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Yami laughed. Tears leaked out of his victim’s eyes. He was so scared. He let out a cry of dismay as Yami’s lips came down on his own. The man’s mind shut down. He’s going to rape me! he thought as the former Pharaoh trailed his hands down his sides. But then he pulled away.

“Please… Let me go…” the man whimpered. He was crying now. Yami leaned down and licked a few tears away. Then he let go of one of his victim’s hands, placing it in his other hand to hold his arms above his head with one hand, and used his free hand to stroke the man’s cheek.

The man whimpered again; he was so afraid. He didn’t want to be here anymore. He wanted to be safe at home in his own bed, under his blankets, hidden from this mad man. He tried to look away, but Yami forced his head back.

He had been stalking this evil man for a while now and had decided two days ago that he would make this man pay for his crimes. In Ancient Egypt, when he was Pharaoh, such crimes wouldn’t be tolerated. Those who perpetuated such crimes would’ve been tossed into the dungeon.

Yami then tilted the man’s head back and sank his fangs into the man’s throat. This time his victim let out a pained scream and tried to get away. However, Yami’s hold was too strong.

Yami drank greedily, the taste of the man’s blood driving him insane. His victim tasted just how Yami had thought – like the sweetest wine and the finest honey with a small blend of sugar. He couldn’t help but smile as he drank.

The man hated this feeling. It was like having your insides sucked out. He could feel his tears well up in his eyes again, but he barely felt them fall. There was an exploding pain in his neck, and that was all he was aware of, besides the arms that were holding him up. He felt weaker and weaker the more blood he lost. He didn’t understand why this was happening to him. Why did he have such rotten luck? Was he cursed or something? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he just wanted it to end, to die…

Yami drank until his victim fell limp into his arms, drained, and then pulled away and wiped his mouth clean of blood. Then, after letting the body drop, he then headed back to where the boys were waiting using his vampire speed.

The scene he found made Yami smile to himself. David was busy feeding on a man – about forty-two years of age and who he knew to be a pedophile. Paul and Marko were each feeding on the pedophile’s colleagues. Dwayne was sitting on a rock, having already fed on a man he knew was abusive and heartless to his colleagues.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Yugi vs the Lost Boys" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 8 Jul 11.

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