Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ By The Light... ❯ revelation of- HIM! DUN NUH NUH! *lightning crashes in the back* ( Chapter 16 )
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By The Light…
A Fanfic by Lady Lye
Chapter Sixteen: revelation of- HIM! DUN NUH NUH!! *lightning crashes in the back*
Copyright 2001
Idea suggested and consulting/editing by Mako-chan
Disclaimer: Don't own GW *sob* Don't own SM *sob again* but I do own- KATAKU! My keyboard!! BWAHAHA! *laughs in Wufei's face* Take THAT annoying Justice Boy!!
Note: I scramble names a tad… Japanese- English- what's the dif? Some of each all mixed together to create MY Universe…
Other Note: SM time; after Super S but before Stars since the manga's not all out. ^__^ GW time; um, we're gonna mess with this A LOT. They're comrades living together w/ the Winner's I dunno if they have gundam but it remains to be seen… Just go with the flow, k? All will be revealed eventually…
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XVI
The merest sliver of a moon hung in the sky, and the only reliable sources of light came from dim street lamps and the few cars that passed by. The windows of the few people who could afford lighting were too high up to do much for the vampire as he wandered the dark streets.
Coolly, detached, he saw everything and missed nothing. His walk was easy, familiar, unworried and unhurried, very almost a stroll, his jaunt a slight sway, hands thrust in the pocket of a tired black jacket, long hair kept back in a braid, those his untamed bangs were allowed to lie in front of his face, only enhancing it's mysterious, sexy smoothness.
(AN: Time out: Are my descriptions getting better or worse or what? I mean, do you people really like these or what? Do they really enhance the story and make it better or could you do with something quicker and easier? I mean, seriously, sometimes they sound cheesy even to me. But what do you guys think? And don't give me any of that crap about 'well, you're the author and you can write it any way you want so…' answers cuz that's NOT how authors improve. GAH and now I just broke the mood…Pardon me whilst I make tracks.)
Blue eyes so deep they seemed purple in certain lights remained wary as they swept up and down the streets, looking for he knew not what. He wasn't hungry, that was for sure. After gorging on take-outs for the last five days, it would be impossible for anyone to still desire MORE to eat. So why was he wandering his favorite snacking haunts at three am? He mused to himself, eyes growing thoughtful as he walked. Perhaps it was the night that he missed. Perhaps it was the thrill of the hunt and, yes, there was something disgustingly satisfying about bringing down his prey.
'What am I, a fucking lion?'
'Better. I'm a vampire.'
'Shut up.'
He decided that it was the sudden break in routine that had drawn him back out to the city's streets, even if he had no real need to be here. It was a dismal part of town, this. Poverty reigned supreme over it's unfortunate residents and everything seemed dirty, everything neglected. But it was still one of his best hunting grounds.
For some reason the thought made him uneasy and he pushed it away. Wistfully, his thoughts turned to the girl with blue hair and eyes who had haunted his dreams since he had met her. He could just imagine the feel of her cool, smooth skin under his fingertips, her soft, downy hair swirling about her face, see the graceful way she moved. He shook his head severely to clear it. Wryly, he smiled a little. 'Maybe Wufei's not such an idiot, after all'. He could see himself doing much the same that the Chinese boy was doing; pursuing the victim from curiosity rather than necessity.
He passed an dark alleyway, not giving it an extra thought. Not until he heard the sound of a sword swiftly leaving it's sheath and a body whistling through the air towards him. Without needing to think about it, he ducked and turned, twisting away, and his attacker sailed harmlessly overhead. He remained crouched and ready, watching something wrapped in a black and purple cloak drop to the ground, it's sword drawn.
The breeze kicked up and the cloak pulled away from her pale face, luminous purple eyes glaring at him beneath cropped black hair. He gaped at her thin form. "A GIRL?"
She smiled grimly. Sometimes stereotypes were handy when they lead your opponent to underestimate you. Quick as lightning, she lunged at him, wooden sword aimed straight for his heart.
He was quicker. Faster than the human eye could follow, he had grasped the sword's hilt and pulled it into the space he had been, sending her tumbling forward, off-balance. In an instant, he had her in a locked grip against him, both hands behind her back, the wooden sword clattering to the ground. He could smell her fear as her confused mind raced to catch up. Pulling her a little tighter, he whispered in her ear. "What's up, sweetheart? Why's a pretty little thing like you wandering around the dark side of town with a wooden katana?"
She struggled in his grasp fruitlessly, her thin arms strong, but not strong enough. He truly had superhuman strength, even more than she. "My name is Hotaru, and I am going to kill you," she hissed.
"Hotaru, huh?" he said lightly, tightening his grasp. To his not unpleasant surprise, he was having to work to hold her. "Sounds Japanese. What're you doing so far from home, little one?"
She tried twisting out of his grasp and was firmly pulled back. "I have a higher purpose- I'm going to kill you and every little scum like you- you taint the Earth, you delinquent servants of mine."
His voice was a deceptive purr, the muscles in his arms still having to strain to hold onto her, though it became a little more difficult every moment. "And just what do you know about me?" he whispered, knowing he sent shivers up her spine as he did so. A slight frown creased his forehead. Delinquent servants?
She fought her body's traitorous reactions to the seductive, alluring power of the vampire, swallowing hard to try to keep her cool. "I know what you are. I know you're a vampire and don't deserve to live, killing innocent people and polluting and corrupting this planet-"
His lips and warm breath tickled her ear, "Then you know you're in trouble." Inside, he fought to keep his anger in check. Humans understood nothing about vampires, they saw only the surface issue, they never thought to question that vampires had the same 'human' part to them. And all their righteous talk only served to stir up his guilty conscious.
She swallowed again to try to wet her dry mouth, her breathing was harsh and uneven, and her body was reacting to his touch in ways she couldn't fight. She was indeed in trouble. Frantically, her mind like lead, too slow, she tried to think of one of the many back-up plans she had thought up. One made it through the haze and triumphantly, she smiled. "I think you ought to be watching out for yourself." Before he could ask what she meant, she had rammed them both backward, driving him into the corner of the building. While he was dazed and in pain, she flipped him over her shoulder, grabbing up her sword.
"WOAH, oh, OW," Duo moaned, lying in the filth of the alley. His head hurt… His eyes widened as his upside down view of the world registered the sharp and pointy katana coming towards him, backed by the pale girl in the dark cloak. "HelLO!" he sat up just as it drove down into the ground and scrambled to his feet. "Hey, hey, watch it!"
"I don't think so," she blocked his path with the sword.
"Eh heh, yeah-" his mind worked quickly and he called on his innate vampire powers, mainly: the one that allowed him to move faster than the human eye could see. He darted to the side, then back and around her, drawing to a halt with a start as the katana materialized in his way, inches from slicing into the flesh of his stomach. "Yie! Oi, hey, watch it with that thing!"
She grinned lethally. "Your kind will pay for disobeying," she swung the sword up to drive it into his heart.
Something huge and heavy swung down from the top of the balcony, pushing into Hotaru and knocking her over with a cry, her katana skidding along the ground to get trapped in the grate of the sewer drain.
Duo stared. "Well that wasn't odd." Taking a second look at his disabled hunter, he grinned cheekily at her and tipped an imaginary hat. "Sorry to fight and run, but I just don't have time to die tonight. So sorry, maybe we'll do this again sometime, huh? Not. SEE YA!" he dashed away down the dark streets, disappearing into the shadows.
"What?! NO! COME BACK HERE!" Hotaru struggled to her feet, rage clouding her vision. He had escaped. He had escaped! No one escaped from HER! Not a filthy vampire that didn't deserve it's existence! Furiously, she slammed a fist into the side of the building, her tall, thin frame shaking. "Damn it! Damn it to Hell and gone!"
A cool, calm, fresh voice made her turn. "They say a lewd vocabulary marks a lack of creativity."
She whirled, reaching to her belt and her hand finding only the empty scabbard. Swearing again, she looked for it and found it stuck in the grate of the sewer drain, directly between herself and a tall man. Her anger disappeared in shocked half recognition as she stared at him. He looked back at her evenly, seeming completely unfazed. He stood a good six feet at least, his sandy hair pulled away from his face save a few strands that fell adorably into his face. He was dressed in black slacks and boots, with a white dress shirt in a style dating back to the 1800s, a dark cloak about his shoulders. Despite his odd dress, he did not seem out of place at all, instead seeming to make the place his own.
He regarded her coolly, seeming to take in every detail of her young face. She suddenly had no doubt that he was older than she could imagine, though he looked to be no more twenty. All her instincts were screaming at her that this was a dangerous place to be, that if he wanted to, he could kill her before she had time to draw her next breath. She watched him cautiously, more than a little fearfully, and tried to calm her beating heart.
"Who are you?" she asked suspiciously. Damn it, WHY did she have to drop her sword!?
"My name is Treize," he said, coming forward. Instinctively, she pressed back against the wall, feeling foolish when he stopped before her katana. He examined it carefully, then reached out and with a single tug, pulled it free. He gave the length of the wooden blade the one-over, nodding appreciatively. "This is a very old sword. Finely made and still in good condition. What's it been treated with?"
"A magic to aid it in it's pursuit of wretched hearts," she spat. Fear was making her foolish and she tried to regain her composure, but somehow couldn't. True terror struck as she realized why. Duo had set her body on fire, powerful, physical, sexual attraction. This Treize was turning her to jello with a single glance. Sexy was not the word. It attracted her more than she had ever imagined was possible and it scared her.
He glanced at her skeptically. He held the katana like an expert, and stood amiably, watching her. "And who qualifies as a wretched heart, to you, Child of Destruction?"
She stifled a gasp. How could he know the roots of her power? She had guessed long ago that he was a vampire, watching him talk, she expertly spotted the slightly larger than average canines that could slide out to do their deadly work in a second. "Anyone who has forsaken their conscience," she said boldly.
He remained skeptical. "I doubt that is the definition of what you seek these days," he said mildly.
"You're right. I seek a certain kind of wretched heart," she said, surprising herself. Her voice dropped to an angry hiss. "I'm trying to correct the mistakes of my past."
"By killing innocents?" he laughed hoarsely. "Some retribution."
"Vampires are not innocents!" she cried. "They escaped my care and use their powers to hurt the REAL innocents! They've forgotten the rules! They forgot the promises they swore to me!" she could feel tears burn at her eyes, serving to make her more upset. It hurt to admit these things. That she had let her guard drop. Had made a mistake. Her humiliation stung.
"If they forgot, then you cannot blame those that came later for not knowing," he snapped sharply. She felt a wave of guilt, as though she were a child being reprimanded by a parent. He nodded at the street Duo had disappeared down. "You cannot kill those who do not know any better, to make up for the sins of their sires." His tone dropped. "Punish those who are truly at fault."
"Like who?" she demanded. Her self-confidence had taken such a bashing that she was quickly reaching the point where she didn't care if she were hurt. "Are you suggesting I seek the ones who ran away so long ago? Huh. That was a millennia ago, pal. I doubt any of them still exist. I ask you again- like who?" she scoffed.
"Like me," he said dangerously, lunging forward, the katana raised.
On alert, she danced back, and back again, dodging his blade as he thrust at her again and again. Her natural instinct was to panic as he drove her back, until she remembered the extra weapon concealed in the folds of her cloak. She spun the collapsed glaive out to it's full length and obsidian met wood with a loud clang, the two forces straining against each other. "What are you doing?" she demanded, straining under his heavy weight.
He forced down on the katana, leaning into the shiny black handle of the glaive. "The parents should not be responsible for the crimes of the child," he grunted, dancing the katana back and reaching it under the glaive. She desperately knocked it away, beginning a fruitless battle of trying to defend herself against his attacks, which became more and more difficult with each pass. "Futile feuds are begun over events that occurred hundreds and thousands of years ago. Innocents are merely those who are ignorant of too much to know how to protect themselves. Make the punishment fit the crime and, for the love of your precious ideals of right and wrong, place blame where it belongs!" he had backed her into a corner again.
Staunchly, panting from the effort, she stood her ground, never once allowing her glaive to drop. She saw respect flicker in his eyes and she swallowed, standing a little taller. Her voice trembled more than she would have liked. "All vampires are guilty. And I will find each and every one of them and kill them, because there is no other way," she said, chest heaving, mouth dry.
He let the katana clatter to the ground, stepping back a pace. She didn't move to attack him, only watching in confusion. "Then I'm very sorry for you."
She laughed bitterly, hoarsely, unpleasantly. "I'm not the one to feel sorry for, pal," she lunged in with the glaive, ready to kill him then and there.
Damn those vampires skills- he was standing on a fire escape overhanging the alley, laughing down at her as her too-sharp blade became imbedded in the wall of the building. She struggled to free it, feeling humiliated yet again and glared up at him. His amusement was unsurpassed. "I shall see you again, little wildcat."
"The next time we meet will be the last, Treize!" she called angrily. "I will kill you! And every other vampire on this planet! Watch me, I will! I swear it!"
He merely laughed again and took a flying leap upward, landing on the roof of one of the buildings that bordered the alley. "Until we meet again, wildcat!"
He was infuriating! With a wordless cry of frustration, she yanked the glaive free and collapsed it, stuffing it back in the folds of her cloak. Muttering darkly, she picked up the katana, now filthy with dirt from the street. She would kill them. All of them. Treize, this little braided punk who had escaped her today, the whole nest of them she KNEW was here somewhere. She would get them all. And maybe then, she could make up for her sins.
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