Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ bLoOd dReaMs ❯ Chapter 2
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By: Shi-chan 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Angst / Drama / Horror / Occult / / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.28.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 367 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Angst / Drama / Horror / Occult / / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.28.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 367 | Status: Completed
bLoOd dReaMs
-+ pARt 2 +-
Heero glared at the small, seemingly harmless, woman before him. Her blond hair fell about her in a pleasing manner and it was no surprise that that halfling turned Hunter had been attracted to her once. "You cannot be allowed--" He began once more.
"Heero, Heero, Heero," the blonde chided. "Must you repeat yourself so? Yes? Well, there is nothing you can do to stop me... The Blood Dream will be completed and I," she paused, smiling sweetly at the dark haired hunter. "I will be the one to complete it."
Heero snorted, fingers gripping the forearm of the crossbow tighter. "I cannot let you. If it means my own life, I will gladly give it to end yours."
The blonde halfling laughed then, a chilling sound, like icicles breaking on the hard ground. "So noble! Give your life to save the humans!" She wiped a red-tinged tear from the corner of her eye. "How silly you are, beloved Hunter. If you give your life, others will seek to fulfill the prophesy and your life will be as wasted as it is now, cursed halfling!"
Heero growled deep in his throat, lips curling back to snarl at the blonde half-vampire. In the early afternoon sun, the Hunter's own white fangs glittered menacingly, his eyes blazing with an unHoly fire. "It is you, Relena, who are the cursed one. You sold your soul to join me..."
'Heero please! All I want is to be with you.'
'No, Relena... you... you can't... You must live!'
'I don't want to live without you!'
"So what if I did?" Relena scoffed. "It was a silly thing to do, yes... but I've never regretted, never in my entire 200 years!"
"You will," Heero muttered, lips drawn in a thin line. Without warning, the dark-haired hunter swung the crossbow to bare, quickly pulling the trigger and sending a silver-tipped arrow flying at the blonde woman.
'You'll have to be quicker than that.'
'I... I can't...'
'You MUST!'
'I...'
Relena cackled as she dodged the arrow. "You cannot kill me!"
"I will! You cannot be allowed to--"
"You cannot stop me, Heero! No one can! I will complete the blood dream!"
"Never!" Heero's cry was cut off as a heavy body plowed into him from behind. The momentum of the crash sent Heero skidding across the asphalt, the rough surface tearing at his flesh. He cried out in pain as who ever had assailed him stepped on the side of his face, grinding it into the sidewalk.
"Enough, Pagan," Relena's cool voice called out. "I don't want him dead... Who then would I have to play with?"
The pressure on his face let up, and Heero blinked to clear the black that had clouded his eyes. His head hurt, but he could feel his injuries healing, new flesh growing to replace that which had been scraped away. "I will kill you... or I will kill the Virgin... either way," he wheezed, watching the blonde girl warily as she approached him.
Relena bent over, smiling sweetly at the blue eyed halfling-Hunter. "That... you will never do, beloved. Until next time, Heero," she said, kissing him on the cheek. Suddenly, Heero's world went black as her fist slammed into his face.
*
Duo blinked, crusty sleep flanking off his stiff eyelashes. He winced as the light of the room assailed him and sent sharp pains running through his skull.
"Don't move," a quiet voice near him instructed. "You've got a nasty bump on the head."
"Nn," Duo groaned, his mouth dry. His eyes hurt, and not from the mild head injury. "Hilde?"
"Yeah?"
"Was I crying?"
"Yeah."
"Did I talk in my sleep?"
"Mmhm."
The braided boy gulped. "W-what did I say?"
"Some scary shit, Duo..."
"I was afraid of that." He opened his eyes to look at the dark haired girl beside him. "Did anyone else hear?"
"No, I've been the only one here since the nurse deemed you alright," the girl told him. "Are... are you ok, Duo?"
"Honestly, Hilde," Duo sighed, sitting up against her earlier instructions. "I don't know." The braided boy sighed. His dreams always were double layered, the scene itself and the blood. It was hard to explain in words... he saw what was going on, the people, the strange things that happened and over or under it all he could feel the deaths of many, smell the blood spilt. "Something's going to happen," he said at last, turning to look at the startled girl.
"Huh?"
"Something is going on... I don't know how to explain it," he sighed again, trying to find the words to express to her what he meant. "I... Some kind of evil is brewing and something bad is going to happen. I can feel it."
"H--"
"Don't ask me 'how,' Hilde," Duo said, shaking his head carefully. "I don't know the how, or the why... all I know is that I know it."
'I will kill you... or I will kill the Virgin... either way...'
Duo shuddered, he didn't know why but when the man in his dream had said that he'd felt chills run up his spine.
*
All around him the sun was shining, birds singing, flowers growing. He could hear the roots move through the dirt, the rapid beating of the hummingbird's heart, could smell the sunshine and scene to the Mother. It was amazing, intoxicating. Never in his life had the world seemed so beautiful and alive. But then, never in his life had he had this insatiable craving for the sweet blood that flowed through the veins of mortals.
He lifted his hand, watching the blue veins pulse beneath his pale skin. His only a small amount of his own blood flowed through those blue tubes, his own mixed with that of his Maker's... and now, that of his first victim's.
The body of a young boy lay at his feet, already growing cold and stiff. Wide, lavender eyes stared up at him, shocked and betrayed. 'You lied to me,' they cried. The eyes, the blue lips, the icy pale of the cherubic face, none of it could take away from the beauty Heero felt.
'You do well,' the voice of his Master said behind him. Heero smiled and turned to the auburn haired man. Of course he did well. Did Treize not make him in his image, a vampireling of great power. Treize was an ancient Master, his blood potent and powerful. For all that Treize could do, he had refused the boy what he'd asked: to be a full vampire. But now -- now that he was a halfling -- Heero didn't mind one bit.
'Of course, Master,' he said, licking a stray drop from his lip. He still had not completely mastered that, it would have to come with time.
Time progressed and Heero saw the decades pass. Men began to venture further and further from home, seeking new territory, new claims for the motherlands. Ever adventurous, Heero hopped a boat bound for Europe. His blue eyes and brown hair made him fit in better than other Japanese people and Heero took up the ways of the European noble. Imitations of courtly love, dancing in gilded ballrooms, strolls and young ladies with parasols, all of these Heero indulged himself in.
One such walk led not to the death of the young girl as Heero'd intended, but to something else.
Her name was Relena and she was the daughter of a duke. He strolled with her, chatting about this and that, commenting on the birds and the trees, the garden and her dress, whatever crossed his mind. She conversed back with him, revealing her intelligence and love for life. As the talked, Heero found his resolve to drink away her life crumbling. How could he destroy such a being, so happy and full of life?
For weeks there after, Heero spent time with her, exchanging favors and sweet innuendos. At night he slept in a spare room on her father's estate, hunting before the dawn.
Dawn was approaching, on the day of his third week in visit to her estate, and a blood curdling scream shook Heero from his blood lust. The body of the maid hit the ground with a soft thud as Heero stared at the blonde girl with wide blue eyes.
'Relena,' he breathed. Reaching out a hand to her. She watched him with wary eyes as he slowly approached her. 'What...'
'You... you're a... a vampire?' She asked, shock glittering in her doe shaped eyes. 'But... how do you...'
'Walk in the sun light?' Heero whispered, trying to keep her from running. 'I'm a halfling,' he said when she nodded.
'Halfling...' Any fear the girl held was gone, Heero noted as he reached her. 'Make me what you are...'
'I... no... I can't. You don't want this!'
'I love you! Heero, all I want is to be with you.'
'No, Relena... you... you can't... You must live!'
'I don't want to live without you! And I know you'll leave now that I know your secret! Please!'
"Wakie, wakie," a female voice taunted in his ear. Heero groaned, struggling against the restraints he now felt clasped around his wrists and ankles. "Pookie have a bad dream?" Relena asked, pressing her barely clad body against his. Sharp teeth nibbled on a pert nipple, making the skin raw and red. "Mm, despite your growing bitterness you still taste yummy, Heero," she purred, lapping at the little dots of blood appearing on his skin.
"Stop it, Relena," Heero said, groaning as she rubbed herself against him. He clenched his teeth as she pierced his ear with a quick bite, sucking hungrily at the bleeding flesh.
"Mmmm, but you're just so beautiful and tempting, beloved," she moaned, running a hang between their bodies to cup his growing erection in her palm. "You know," she drawled, massaging his balls through the fabric of his pants. "This is what full vampires miss out on. If you are dead you can't have sex... it's just simply not possible! But you... you and me... we both have the organs and they still work..."
Heero moaned under her skilled hands. "Relena," he growled out, baring his fangs.
"Hm?" she hummed, sliding down his body to unfasten his slacks and reveal the swollen proof of his passion.
"Stop," he ground out.
"Oh, I don't think so, my dearest one, my Master," she cooed, licking the turgid flesh. His body jerked, his head going back as he groaned in pleasure. "You see... I want to make you suffer... then... then I shall let you go... and we shall play our game some more, yes? Do you want the Virgin? Will you kill them to stop me? I don't think you could be so cruel, Heero. No matter what you think... I have a feeling that you would not be able to actually do it."
Heero's answer was lost in the scream he released as Relena's hot mouth engulfed his member.
*
"Duo!" was all the warning the braided boy got before a small blond enthusiastically wrapped arms around him. "Oh God! When Hilde said you'd fainted I was so afraid! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Is there anything I can do to help?" Quatre paused, hearing a small sound from the braided one. "What?"
Hilde sniggered. "Quatre... I think he said 'let go'. As in you can help by letting go... He's turning blue..."
The blond boy eeped and let go immediately. "I'm so sorry, Duo!"
"Heh, don't worry about it," Duo told him, smiling at his newest friend.
"The other students were saying that it was all a joke, that you do it all the time to get attention," Quatre said, scowling.
"They're just a bunch of preppy assholes," Duo said, shrugging and running a hand through his hair. "It's not like I can help it or else I would. They think I -like- getting a headache from my skull smashing against the tile floor? Ok, so it doesn't bother me that much, but that's not the point!"
Quatre blinked, wondering what that was about. "Uh... yeah."
The group decided to drop it and, seeing as the school day was coming to a close with only fifteen minutes left of class, walked on down the hall to where Hilde's car was parked outside the band room.
Hilde hung back with the blond boy, making sure Duo would not hear. "He's a cutter."
"What?"
"What he was tactfully saying earlier... He's a maso, he likes pain to an extent... It seems to follow him everywhere, and he's come to not really care about it and somewhat like it..." She said, her voice sad. "His life's been full of pain."
"Oh," was all the blond could think of to say.
"So Duo, what's the plan for the weekend?" Hilde asked, dancing up to walk backwards in front of the violet-eyed boy.
"Hmmm," Duo pondered. "Well, Queen of the Damned is supposed to come out tonight, want to go see?"
Hilde grinned manically. "We'd fit in with the crowd well enough," she chirped, folding her sheer-sleeved arms over her slight chest. "I wonder how bad they fucked up the book..."
"Bad from what I hear," Duo said scowling. "But if you ignore the book, it's supposed to be really awesome!" He turned to the blond who'd not said a word in a while. "You want to come, Q?"
"Uh, sure," Quatre said, "I'll have to clear it with my, uh, parents, though."
"Right... so, you got a ride home or wanna bum one with Hill and me?"
"I've got a car..."
"Ok. Well meet at Hilde's... this is the address," Duo scribbled it on a scarp of paper and handed it to the blond. "And here's the phone, in case you get lost," he said with a wink.
*
"So you made contact?" the green eyed man asked, brushing aside long brown bangs to look at the shorter blond.
"Yes," Quatre confirmed, nodding once.
"Good. We've got a problem..."
-+ pARt 2 +-
Heero glared at the small, seemingly harmless, woman before him. Her blond hair fell about her in a pleasing manner and it was no surprise that that halfling turned Hunter had been attracted to her once. "You cannot be allowed--" He began once more.
"Heero, Heero, Heero," the blonde chided. "Must you repeat yourself so? Yes? Well, there is nothing you can do to stop me... The Blood Dream will be completed and I," she paused, smiling sweetly at the dark haired hunter. "I will be the one to complete it."
Heero snorted, fingers gripping the forearm of the crossbow tighter. "I cannot let you. If it means my own life, I will gladly give it to end yours."
The blonde halfling laughed then, a chilling sound, like icicles breaking on the hard ground. "So noble! Give your life to save the humans!" She wiped a red-tinged tear from the corner of her eye. "How silly you are, beloved Hunter. If you give your life, others will seek to fulfill the prophesy and your life will be as wasted as it is now, cursed halfling!"
Heero growled deep in his throat, lips curling back to snarl at the blonde half-vampire. In the early afternoon sun, the Hunter's own white fangs glittered menacingly, his eyes blazing with an unHoly fire. "It is you, Relena, who are the cursed one. You sold your soul to join me..."
'Heero please! All I want is to be with you.'
'No, Relena... you... you can't... You must live!'
'I don't want to live without you!'
"So what if I did?" Relena scoffed. "It was a silly thing to do, yes... but I've never regretted, never in my entire 200 years!"
"You will," Heero muttered, lips drawn in a thin line. Without warning, the dark-haired hunter swung the crossbow to bare, quickly pulling the trigger and sending a silver-tipped arrow flying at the blonde woman.
'You'll have to be quicker than that.'
'I... I can't...'
'You MUST!'
'I...'
Relena cackled as she dodged the arrow. "You cannot kill me!"
"I will! You cannot be allowed to--"
"You cannot stop me, Heero! No one can! I will complete the blood dream!"
"Never!" Heero's cry was cut off as a heavy body plowed into him from behind. The momentum of the crash sent Heero skidding across the asphalt, the rough surface tearing at his flesh. He cried out in pain as who ever had assailed him stepped on the side of his face, grinding it into the sidewalk.
"Enough, Pagan," Relena's cool voice called out. "I don't want him dead... Who then would I have to play with?"
The pressure on his face let up, and Heero blinked to clear the black that had clouded his eyes. His head hurt, but he could feel his injuries healing, new flesh growing to replace that which had been scraped away. "I will kill you... or I will kill the Virgin... either way," he wheezed, watching the blonde girl warily as she approached him.
Relena bent over, smiling sweetly at the blue eyed halfling-Hunter. "That... you will never do, beloved. Until next time, Heero," she said, kissing him on the cheek. Suddenly, Heero's world went black as her fist slammed into his face.
*
Duo blinked, crusty sleep flanking off his stiff eyelashes. He winced as the light of the room assailed him and sent sharp pains running through his skull.
"Don't move," a quiet voice near him instructed. "You've got a nasty bump on the head."
"Nn," Duo groaned, his mouth dry. His eyes hurt, and not from the mild head injury. "Hilde?"
"Yeah?"
"Was I crying?"
"Yeah."
"Did I talk in my sleep?"
"Mmhm."
The braided boy gulped. "W-what did I say?"
"Some scary shit, Duo..."
"I was afraid of that." He opened his eyes to look at the dark haired girl beside him. "Did anyone else hear?"
"No, I've been the only one here since the nurse deemed you alright," the girl told him. "Are... are you ok, Duo?"
"Honestly, Hilde," Duo sighed, sitting up against her earlier instructions. "I don't know." The braided boy sighed. His dreams always were double layered, the scene itself and the blood. It was hard to explain in words... he saw what was going on, the people, the strange things that happened and over or under it all he could feel the deaths of many, smell the blood spilt. "Something's going to happen," he said at last, turning to look at the startled girl.
"Huh?"
"Something is going on... I don't know how to explain it," he sighed again, trying to find the words to express to her what he meant. "I... Some kind of evil is brewing and something bad is going to happen. I can feel it."
"H--"
"Don't ask me 'how,' Hilde," Duo said, shaking his head carefully. "I don't know the how, or the why... all I know is that I know it."
'I will kill you... or I will kill the Virgin... either way...'
Duo shuddered, he didn't know why but when the man in his dream had said that he'd felt chills run up his spine.
*
All around him the sun was shining, birds singing, flowers growing. He could hear the roots move through the dirt, the rapid beating of the hummingbird's heart, could smell the sunshine and scene to the Mother. It was amazing, intoxicating. Never in his life had the world seemed so beautiful and alive. But then, never in his life had he had this insatiable craving for the sweet blood that flowed through the veins of mortals.
He lifted his hand, watching the blue veins pulse beneath his pale skin. His only a small amount of his own blood flowed through those blue tubes, his own mixed with that of his Maker's... and now, that of his first victim's.
The body of a young boy lay at his feet, already growing cold and stiff. Wide, lavender eyes stared up at him, shocked and betrayed. 'You lied to me,' they cried. The eyes, the blue lips, the icy pale of the cherubic face, none of it could take away from the beauty Heero felt.
'You do well,' the voice of his Master said behind him. Heero smiled and turned to the auburn haired man. Of course he did well. Did Treize not make him in his image, a vampireling of great power. Treize was an ancient Master, his blood potent and powerful. For all that Treize could do, he had refused the boy what he'd asked: to be a full vampire. But now -- now that he was a halfling -- Heero didn't mind one bit.
'Of course, Master,' he said, licking a stray drop from his lip. He still had not completely mastered that, it would have to come with time.
Time progressed and Heero saw the decades pass. Men began to venture further and further from home, seeking new territory, new claims for the motherlands. Ever adventurous, Heero hopped a boat bound for Europe. His blue eyes and brown hair made him fit in better than other Japanese people and Heero took up the ways of the European noble. Imitations of courtly love, dancing in gilded ballrooms, strolls and young ladies with parasols, all of these Heero indulged himself in.
One such walk led not to the death of the young girl as Heero'd intended, but to something else.
Her name was Relena and she was the daughter of a duke. He strolled with her, chatting about this and that, commenting on the birds and the trees, the garden and her dress, whatever crossed his mind. She conversed back with him, revealing her intelligence and love for life. As the talked, Heero found his resolve to drink away her life crumbling. How could he destroy such a being, so happy and full of life?
For weeks there after, Heero spent time with her, exchanging favors and sweet innuendos. At night he slept in a spare room on her father's estate, hunting before the dawn.
Dawn was approaching, on the day of his third week in visit to her estate, and a blood curdling scream shook Heero from his blood lust. The body of the maid hit the ground with a soft thud as Heero stared at the blonde girl with wide blue eyes.
'Relena,' he breathed. Reaching out a hand to her. She watched him with wary eyes as he slowly approached her. 'What...'
'You... you're a... a vampire?' She asked, shock glittering in her doe shaped eyes. 'But... how do you...'
'Walk in the sun light?' Heero whispered, trying to keep her from running. 'I'm a halfling,' he said when she nodded.
'Halfling...' Any fear the girl held was gone, Heero noted as he reached her. 'Make me what you are...'
'I... no... I can't. You don't want this!'
'I love you! Heero, all I want is to be with you.'
'No, Relena... you... you can't... You must live!'
'I don't want to live without you! And I know you'll leave now that I know your secret! Please!'
"Wakie, wakie," a female voice taunted in his ear. Heero groaned, struggling against the restraints he now felt clasped around his wrists and ankles. "Pookie have a bad dream?" Relena asked, pressing her barely clad body against his. Sharp teeth nibbled on a pert nipple, making the skin raw and red. "Mm, despite your growing bitterness you still taste yummy, Heero," she purred, lapping at the little dots of blood appearing on his skin.
"Stop it, Relena," Heero said, groaning as she rubbed herself against him. He clenched his teeth as she pierced his ear with a quick bite, sucking hungrily at the bleeding flesh.
"Mmmm, but you're just so beautiful and tempting, beloved," she moaned, running a hang between their bodies to cup his growing erection in her palm. "You know," she drawled, massaging his balls through the fabric of his pants. "This is what full vampires miss out on. If you are dead you can't have sex... it's just simply not possible! But you... you and me... we both have the organs and they still work..."
Heero moaned under her skilled hands. "Relena," he growled out, baring his fangs.
"Hm?" she hummed, sliding down his body to unfasten his slacks and reveal the swollen proof of his passion.
"Stop," he ground out.
"Oh, I don't think so, my dearest one, my Master," she cooed, licking the turgid flesh. His body jerked, his head going back as he groaned in pleasure. "You see... I want to make you suffer... then... then I shall let you go... and we shall play our game some more, yes? Do you want the Virgin? Will you kill them to stop me? I don't think you could be so cruel, Heero. No matter what you think... I have a feeling that you would not be able to actually do it."
Heero's answer was lost in the scream he released as Relena's hot mouth engulfed his member.
*
"Duo!" was all the warning the braided boy got before a small blond enthusiastically wrapped arms around him. "Oh God! When Hilde said you'd fainted I was so afraid! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Is there anything I can do to help?" Quatre paused, hearing a small sound from the braided one. "What?"
Hilde sniggered. "Quatre... I think he said 'let go'. As in you can help by letting go... He's turning blue..."
The blond boy eeped and let go immediately. "I'm so sorry, Duo!"
"Heh, don't worry about it," Duo told him, smiling at his newest friend.
"The other students were saying that it was all a joke, that you do it all the time to get attention," Quatre said, scowling.
"They're just a bunch of preppy assholes," Duo said, shrugging and running a hand through his hair. "It's not like I can help it or else I would. They think I -like- getting a headache from my skull smashing against the tile floor? Ok, so it doesn't bother me that much, but that's not the point!"
Quatre blinked, wondering what that was about. "Uh... yeah."
The group decided to drop it and, seeing as the school day was coming to a close with only fifteen minutes left of class, walked on down the hall to where Hilde's car was parked outside the band room.
Hilde hung back with the blond boy, making sure Duo would not hear. "He's a cutter."
"What?"
"What he was tactfully saying earlier... He's a maso, he likes pain to an extent... It seems to follow him everywhere, and he's come to not really care about it and somewhat like it..." She said, her voice sad. "His life's been full of pain."
"Oh," was all the blond could think of to say.
"So Duo, what's the plan for the weekend?" Hilde asked, dancing up to walk backwards in front of the violet-eyed boy.
"Hmmm," Duo pondered. "Well, Queen of the Damned is supposed to come out tonight, want to go see?"
Hilde grinned manically. "We'd fit in with the crowd well enough," she chirped, folding her sheer-sleeved arms over her slight chest. "I wonder how bad they fucked up the book..."
"Bad from what I hear," Duo said scowling. "But if you ignore the book, it's supposed to be really awesome!" He turned to the blond who'd not said a word in a while. "You want to come, Q?"
"Uh, sure," Quatre said, "I'll have to clear it with my, uh, parents, though."
"Right... so, you got a ride home or wanna bum one with Hill and me?"
"I've got a car..."
"Ok. Well meet at Hilde's... this is the address," Duo scribbled it on a scarp of paper and handed it to the blond. "And here's the phone, in case you get lost," he said with a wink.
*
"So you made contact?" the green eyed man asked, brushing aside long brown bangs to look at the shorter blond.
"Yes," Quatre confirmed, nodding once.
"Good. We've got a problem..."