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Shadowed Violet: Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

A/N: Thank you SO much to everyone who�s reviewed
this fic so far! I can�t tell you how very much I appreciate it and it really
inspired me to get this chapter out much sooner than I expected. I hope you all enjoy it!

WARNINGS: I can�t believe I forgot to put the
warnings in the first chapter, but then again *that* chapter was relatively
tame. Anyway, in case you haven�t guessed from reading Chapter 1, this will be
a yaoi fic with plenty of BDSM elements running around. Also, there will be
mention of rape (nothing graphic. . . .yet). My plots tend to evolve, often
going in completely different directions than I originally planned, so I�ll
leave the warnings general right now, but I will certainly put specific
warnings in chapters that need them.

Malik hated this dream, he always sensed it coming,
stealthily creeping into his consciousness on nightmare claws that gripped his
sleeping mind with tenacious glee.
Unfortunately, no matter how desperately he tried he could never seem to
wake up until it played out to the horrid, bitter end.

�Father don�t�please!� The high, still child-like voice of a twelve-year-old Malik
begged, pulling with all his meager
strength at his father�s bruising grip on his slender wrists. The man didn�t even spare the boy a passing
glance, continuing to drag his struggling offspring through the glittering
whiteness of fresh snow illuminated by moonlight. It was bitterly cold tonight, too cold to snow again, the
temperatures having plunged well below zero after today�s earlier
snowfall. Much too cold for his worn
coat and patched sneakers to keep him warm, not that his father cared of
course. Mr. Ishtar hadn�t cared for his
son from day one, not after his beloved wife died from giving birth to
him. He�d only kept the boy this long
because it was illegal to give your child as an Offering until twelve, which
Malik had turned last month. Fear
closed the boy�s throat--they were only a few yards from their destination--a
plain black van parked ominously at the end of their walkway. �Father, I�ll be
g-good, I�ll d-do anything you want just p-please don�t give me to THEM.� He pleaded, voice breathy with panic. The older Ishtar whirled and slapped the boy
across the face with the resounding smack of flesh hitting flesh. Hot pain exploded over Malik�s face, the
impact of his father�s hand sending him crashing to the icy ground. Dazed from the blow, Malik didn�t fight when
the older blonde hauled him by his coat-collar the rest of the way, ending their
journey by tossing the boy at the feet of another man. �Here, take this useless filth off my
hands.� Mr. Ishtar spat, words colder than the night air and as
sharply painful as a dagger plunged into Malik�s heart. The blond knew his father didn�t love him,
he�d come to terms with that years ago,
but he never imagined his father hated him THIS much. Malik struggled to his knees, his ragged
jeans instantly becoming soaked and dirty in the roundside muck. �Gladly, sure
you don�t want to auction him though? Pretty Sweetbloods like him fetch high
prices.� Malik looked up to see a
stoney-faced, middle-aged man dressed in a thick black jacket, heavy jean
coveralls, and chunky boots. Malik�s
eyes grew wide, a beam of silvery moonlight had picked out a patch on the
stranger�s coveralls identifying him as a government Slave Transporter. The elder Ishtar waved him off
impatiently. �No, I don�t want him
spoiled rotten in a noble�s household, let him suffer under our local vampire
Lord.� Stunned speechless, Malik sat
frozen in a shock colder than the iciest winter night. Everyone knew the vampire Lord whose
territory was closest to their town was crazier than normal for a bloodsucker. Local gossip said his tastes ran to the
sadistic when devising punishments for his servants at best, lethal if they
displeased the Lord too much. Broad
shoulders twitched in a brief shrug.
�Suit yourself.� The low coarse voice rumbled as the strange man handed
Malik�s father a clipboard. �Sign at the bottom and initial the top of the
second page.� He ordered, accepting the
signed paperwork back and separating out a few sheets for Mr. Ishtar. �The yellow copies are yours, make sure to keep
those for proof or the town won�t get credit for the Offering.�
�Of course.�
The elder Ishtar grinned sadistically at the shivering boy staring up at
him with beseeching violet eyes. �Have fun being a vampire�s whore, boy.� Beefy hands much larger than his father�s
jerked him erect before he was able to fully get his berings. Malik gasped as metal burning from exposure
to the freezing night were clamped painfully tight around his abused
wrists. Any other vocalizations were
rendered impossible by a foul-tasting rubber ball gag shoved unceremoniously
into his mouth and buckled in place by heavy leather straps.
Five minutes
later found Malik lying in a metal cage welded to the van�s interior, hot tears
of mingled hurt and terror slipping down his cheeks. Curling into a ball to hold in as much body heat as
possible, Malik stared at the rough
iron bars around him. ~I better get
used to cages, I�ll be spending a lot of time in them from now on. Father how could you do this to me?!~ He wailed mentally. Malik was now an Offering, a human freely
given up by their community (whether the human agreed or not) to help meet
their yearly Slave Tithe quota. In a
way the system resembled paying taxes, but instead of paying in money you paid
in living beings and you paid it to the local vampire Lord rather than a
government. Criminals, the homeless,
the mentally challenged, and orphans twelve or older were given first in Slave
Tithe, but inevitably they needed ordinary, law abiding citizens to fully meet
Tithe. Some vampire Lords waived the
difference if they were only short a few people--not theirs, if anything he
demanded more than normal. Slaves in
the Lord�s household rarely lived long, the typical life expectancy five years
at most and that was for a competant, useful Slave. Malik, not knowing the AB negative law, felt sure he�d last only
a year at best. Hurting both
physically and mentally, the blond continued to sob bitter tears empty of
consolation.

Malik whimpered in his sleep, a frown between his
eyes the only indication of his fierce struggle to return to the waking
world. As much as he loathed seeing his
father�s betrayal again, he hated the next part of the dream nearly as much.

The young teen didn�t know how long the bumping,
rattling drive in the unheated van lasted, but by the time it screeched to a
shuddering halt Malik�s body was cold-stiffened , his muscles screaming from
the rough ride. His struck cheek
throbbed harshly even with the winter air to cool it, his gag-stretched jaw
ached abomidably, and daggers of pain lanced up his bound arms to add to his
miseries. The Handler yanked the doors
open, flooding the completely dark interior with moonlight and making the boy
squint at the brightness. Quickly
unlocking the cage the Handler pulled Malik upright, ignoring the muffled cry
of pain as cramped muscles were forced to move.
Intense surprise filtered through the dread curling
inside Malik when he stumbled into a field of unbroken snow ringed by various
confers. ~What the--?~ He
expected a grand manor house with tasteful landscaping, not untouched
wilderness. �Wondering why you�re here
boy?� At Malik�s nod he continued,
buckling a heavy flourescent orange collar around the young one�s slender neck
while he talked. �This is the Lord�s private
hunting preserve. He fancies chasing
his meal down tonight rather than it bringing itself to him. This�� He flicked the chunky collar with a thick
finger. �will make certain you stay in the game until you�re caught or morning
comes�whichever happens first. It�ll
deliver a crippling electric shock if you get too close to the poles marking
the preserve�s border, the closer you get the higher the voltage.� He pointed to a line of simple metal poles
10 yards distant. Malik yelped as a
hard hand shoved him at the poles then screamed behind the gag, eletricity
jolting through his body. The Handler
jerked him back, smirking in response to Malik�s glare. �Thought I�d give a taste so you wouldn�t do
anything stupid. Now, you DO have a
fighting chance if you�re smart. The
Lord wants this to be challenging for him, or he�d not have any fun at it. The eastern border doesn�t have the poles,
it has simple wooden posts so you can get back to human lands there. Or, if you stay free until dawn the light
will trigger a sensor in the collar to make it unlock.� The man tossed the handcuff�s key in the
snow at Malik�s feet, causing the boy to scramble for it, digging frantically
in the powdery snow with bare hands.
Concentrating on the task at hand Malik barely heard the van door slam
or it�s engine chugging to life.
Finding a tiny silver key in deep snow at night with bound hands numb
from cold was near impossible. Malik
managed it though, tossing both cuffs and gag in one of the van�s tire ruts
once he�d freed himself. Orienting
himself by the full moon, he started running, mind blank of anything but moving
as fast as possible.

The older Malik twisted in his bedding, shivering
under the blankets from a cold wind only in his mind. Bare feet twitching as if in time to a running beat. The dream would
end now, his subconscious not cruel enough to force
him relive his capture. Malik realized
now he never had a chance; the vampire had been on his trail from the
beginning, hanging back to give his prey a sense of hope. Oh how Master loved to shatter hope, he
gloried in seeing bleak despair fill his slaves� eyes. Malik�s sleeping form jerked as he mentally
shied from those memories and willed himself awake.

Malik�s eyes popped open, heart beating against his
breastbone like a trapped fly against a closed window. He breathed deeply, forcing himself to shake
off the last vistages of the dream and calm down. Slowly, he pushed off the soft blanket covering him and sat up,
shaking his head as dizziness surged through him. ~Wha?~ His
confusion was understandable, vampire venom never had side effects and it
cleared out of a human�s system relatively quickly. All speculation vanished once the teen got a good look at his
surroundings, mouth sagging open in awe.
�Oh shit. . . .� Malik
breathed. Sunlight from a wall of giant
windows poured into a huge, plushly appointed bedroom decorated in a vaguely
Egyptian style. The predominate color
scheme was gold, black, and twighlight colors, frescoes of Egyptian hieroglyphs
covered the walls, and the dominate feature of the room was the giant bed Malik
sat next to. Everywhere he looked were
priceless artifacts and semi-precious jems in real gold. ~Ra, could this be the Palace? Am I in Domino City, the vampire capitol?~ Wondered
Malik. For all he knew Elegante
Training Center was in Domino City.
It�s not like the vampires ever told him where Bakura dumped him, and
his contact with other slaves had been quite minimal.
~That has
to be custom built.~ The boy decided, staring at the expanse of black
silk-covered bedding that could hold a half-dozen people comfortably. ~So does this.~Malik thought with
distaste as he looked at his own bed, a strange ovular affair covered in deep
amethyst satin that looked exactly like a. . . .~Pet bed. Apparently no one told my new master the difference
between actual pets and human slaves.~
Malik hooked a thumb under his slave collar and pulled it into view,
rolling his eyes at seeing a black, gold studded collar that�d have looked at
home on any cat�s neck. It even had a
marble-sized gold bell that chimmed softly with his every movement. At least the Royal Seal of an upside-down
pyramid with a stylized eye in the center stamped on the identification tag
confirmed he really was in the Palace. �Why me? Why the Hell do I always get
the psychos? What�s worse is he�s a high-ranking psycho.� He moaned, dropping his face into his
hands. The action made something tug
oddly in his hair. A frown puckering
his bronze forehead, Malik patted the offending area, eyes widening at finding
two furry, triangular-shaped objects that appeared somehow knotted in his
hair. Knotted good too�a couple fierce
tugs only snapped a couple platinum blonde hairs. Spotting a handmirror on a nearby nightstand, Malik grabbed it
and stared at his image. ~Ears!?~
The things in his hair were two fairly lifelike kitty-ears dyed the exact
bronze of his skin and tipped in deep umber.
He shifted, frown deepening, it felt like he was sitting on something
and it couldn�t be the chain hooked to his collar�he was looking right at that. Malik reached back and sighed at the fluffy
kitty tail he grabbed, �Of course.� He muttered; it matched the ears and was
sewed quite securely to the seat of the black leather shorts he wore. The only clothing he wore in fact.
~Grrreeeaaat, now I can add humiliation to my wide
plethora of emotional scars. How
lovely.~ Swiping his tongue over dry lips, he felt
something odd in his mouth �Fangs!?�
The boy half-shrieked to his shocked-looking reflection, poking a shaking
forefinger at the new additions and finding them
permanent. At least they weren�t
vampire fangs, too short and wide for that.
While they did come to a point it wasn�t needle-like or hollow like a
vamp�s fangs either�not to mention they were on the top AND on the bottom. �Kitty fangs.� Malik told himself, noticing
a bruise on his inner forearm�probably where he�d been injected with
something. �They drugged me so they
could weave ears into my hair and alter my teeth.� He whispered.
A wall of fear slowly built in stength within him as
he considered the implacations of those actions. ~If my new Master is willing to change my teeth like that,
what else will he change?~ Curling
into a fetal position he squeezed his eyes shut, trembling violently at what
might be. He might have worked himself
into a full blown panic-attack if the sedative in his bloodstream hadn�t
reasserted itself somewhat. The drug
forcibly calmed him, slowing his racing heart, and clearing the fear clouding
his thoughts.
~Okay, okay, gotta think this through--so far the
vamp has just messed with my teeth, but not too much. I mean, he just lengthened my canines a little bit, I can hardly
feel the difference and it won�t make eating or talking difficult. The ears are embarassing but removable. I guess I�m lucky the tail is on my pants
and not attached to a plug in my ass.
My new owner is obviously a nut, but I can�t assume he�s a sadist until
I see him. At least I didn�t wake up in painful bondage, and I don�t see any sex
toys or restraints lying around�not that he couldn�t just have them all in a
�playroom� somewhere.~ Malik reasoned, silently wishing to Ra he wouldn�t be fucked
often. Master raped him to the point
Malik couldn�t stand anything even marginally sexual. Too much to hope he wouldn�t be fucked at all, every vampire
he�d ever met seemed to have a libido the size of an ocean.
Lightly
fingering a kitty ear, Malik thought: ~I wonder if this �pet� thing is
something most Palace vamps do or if it�s just mine? If that bastard Ryou were
here I wonder if they�d make him a kitty too? Naw, he�d be way better as a
bunny.~ An image of Ryou with a fluffy powder-puff tail and fuzzy bunny
ears flopping into his face coaxed a weak chuckle out of the boy. �Something funny kitten?� A deep, sand-coarse voice purred, sounding
amused. Malik surged into a sitting
position, head snapping around towards the source of the voice�no doubt that of
his new master. The person who now held
sway over his life or death, his comfort or agony. . . .

Ummmm, I have *no* idea where the kitty-Malik thing
came from. It just popped into my
strange little mind while I was writing this.
By the way, does anyone know Malik�s father�s name? Did he ever have one in the series to begin
with? Also, does anyone know Ryou�s
Dad�s full name and his mom�s name? I
don�t think that�ll come up in the fic but I�m curious.
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