#spazzshipping

He could sense it from miles away. Bakura needed it, craved for it. It was the one thing standing between him and maintaining a healthy level of mental stability. Going for far too long without feeding was not his greatest idea, but it mainly had to do with his work at searching for the items. The seven millennium items were buried centuries ago, longer than even Bakura was around himself. He looked into the purpose of them and discovered a fantastical power about them, that a wish could be bestowed upon the one who receives one. Maybe he’ll be granted power even Bakura couldn’t imagine, perhaps be stronger than he was with even the Crusnik nanomachines stirring in his blood. That was his focus, and the primary reasoning behind his lack of feeding.

Bakura usually had more restraint than this, but, right now, he couldn’t help it. A Methuselah was near and he needed their blood, even if he had to kill for it.

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The blond kicked aside a pebble as he walked down the dark street. All Methuselah were out at night, and it was very pleasant without any stupid Terran bothering him or trying to pick a fight. Of course, Joey would pummel any mere Terran who took him on. That was just how the food chain was. Luckily for them, he didn’t care much for drinking from them and tearing out their throats like the more vicious ones of their kind tend to do. It was far too tedious when it came down to investigations and giving his race a bad rep. The last thing Wheeler wanted was the Inquisition on his ass again. He ran into Petros once and barely walked out with his life in tact. If he ever met up with the relentless Inquisitorial solider a second time, he may not be so lucky.

“Tch…” He huffed under his breath at the thought of seeing him again. “So long as I lay low, nothin’ll happen to me.”  Unfortunately, that was far from the case, especially since he didn’t realize a greater opponent than Brother Petros was within the vicinity. Suddenly there was a strange noise, as if wings were creaking. It was an odd sound to say the least. Joey quickly looked over his shoulder at the noise only to see nothing there. Then where did it come from? He scratched his head in confusion. “Must’ve been a bird or something.”

Joey turned on his heel and seemed to have frozen in place at seeing a dark figure before him. Peculiar—no one ever sneaks up on a Methuselah, not even if they have the guts for it. Immediately, Joey’s instincts kicked in to pull out a knife, pointing it at the shady figure. “Hey! Who’re you? Explain yourself!” He demanded.

The figure ran a tongue over his teeth before stepping into the moonlight provided by the twin moons. “I beg pardon. I didn’t intend to startle you.” He looked him dead in the eyes with a smirk adorning his lips. He spoke awfully formally, but nothing made him trustworthy material.

“Cut the bullshit! Whaddaya want?!” Joey daringly took a step forward.

Bakura made a half-bow in a mocking form of respect. “I am called Bakura. You seemed lost, kid, it’s dangerous at night.”

That only pissed off the blond even more. “Don’t talk to me as if I’m some kid! Name’s Joey to you, ya creep. I ain’t afraid of what’s out here, I’m a Methuselah. No one can take me!”

“Really?~” He mused, fangs glinting in the moonlight.

Joey only laughed. “What you thought I’m a Terran? I ain’t that stupid.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Bakura was chuckling darkly, red eyes also flashing in the dim light.

That was when the danger instincts kicked in again, but he tried not to show it. “W-Why don’t you go away now, I have things to do and people to see.”

With speed that even Joey couldn’t register, he found himself pressed against the alley wall with Bakura facing him. His hand was gripping his hand with the knife tightly. “You will listen to me, I am awfully thirsty after all.”

Joey’s golden eyes widened. “What are you?!”

“Consider this—humans and vampires are locked as being predator and prey for centuries. Now, what if there was something higher up than the vampires that prey on them?” The mysterious man’s grip tightened on Joey’s hand.

Joey was far too terrified to even think about punching his lights out at the derogatory term for what he is. “N-No! Let go of me!”

Bakura’s fangs lengthened. “I am a Crusnik, a vampire’s predator.” His eyes were a red darker than blood and his fingernails grew sharper. Joey could feel them digging into his wrist. “I have to apologize for it to come down to this, but, I will spare you if you prove your usefulness. Tell me, do you know of the millennium items?”

The millennium items? Bakura wanted to know about some fancy shmancy relics from the Ancient Times, far past the time of lost technology by a few millennia even. Why was this guy looking for them? “Maybe I do. Let go of me first and we can talk like civilized people.”

Bakura seemed to consider it, but instead came closer to his neck, warm air caressing the sensitive skin by his ear. “I think not, just in case you choose to run.”

Joey clicked his tongue in agitation. “Fine…I know a few things, but only cause a friend is the one who found the burial site. Goes by the name of Yugi Moto. Mark my words, Crus-Freak, if you hurt him, I’ll clean your clock!”

“Fair enough.” Bakura shrugged and kept his close proximity. “But just in case…” Suddenly he bit down on the blond’s neck, piercing the skin just enough to drink plenty to calm down the nanomachines. Once he had his fill, he pulled away, leaving Joey confused.

“Y-You bit me! You said—“

“I said I would spare you. Surely a mere bite won’t kill a superior life form as yourself~.” Bakura mocked with a casual wave of his hand. “I thank you for the information, and I look forward to meeting again.”

“Yeah yeah, I would hate to have to run into your sorry face again.” Joey scoffed, looking away and rubbing his wrist. By the time he glanced back, Bakura was gone. Vanished. Frustrated, he kicked aside some trash. “What so ya just eat and leave?! Come back here!”

Even Joey knew that was pointless, but he still had a feeling he would have a run in with the mysterious guy again. What was his name again?