Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Moon ❯ Blood Moon prolouge ( Chapter 1 )

Title; Blood Moon
Author; BabyClown
Rating; R (blood, gore and later limes and lemmons)
Parings; 1x2 3x4 5x6
Disclaimer; Don't own the G-boys... and hardy anything else. The title is mine...I think...
AN; Lost of hugs to my beta Oni-mon for finding the story interesting and pointing out plot bunnies and other wierd stuff that didn't make sense to anyone else but me.



The class camping trip had so far been quite boring. During the three days that they had been at the school’s forest cabin they had so far only been on a short hike up into the mountain and an even shorter trip to a nearby lake for fishing and bathing. The hike up into the mountain had been cut short when the teacher Mr. Cobell had caved in to the whining students and catching any fish by the lake had been impossible due to the squealing and shouting from those who took a dip.

The only reason that Heero had decided to go was because he had wanted a break from the city and had hoped that he’d be able to get some peace and quiet in the forest and mountain areas that surrounded the cabin. However that had been almost impossible as the teacher, Mr. Cobell, hadn’t allowed him to go on any hikes on his own. So he was stuck with the rest of his ditzy class, praying to what ever deity that would find it in it to listen that the trip would be over ASAP. He had tried sneaking away, hiding in some quiet spot in the forest, but Mr. Cobell had always found him after an hour or so, scolding him for wandering off like that and telling him that it wasn’t safe, that there were wolfs and other dangerous animals around. Heero hadn’t bothered to tell him that no wolf or animal in their right mind would come within a five mile radius from the cabin with all the noise coming from it and the area around.

As it was he was once more praying that he didn’t have to endure his fellow students childish and foolish behaviour for much longer as he sat with them by the fire pit on the night of the fourth day hearing them tell horror stories and watching the girls pretend to be frightened just so that they would have an excuse to cuddle up to the boys. He had been dragged out to join them by Mr. Cobell, who thought it was sad to see the stoic and silent teen sitting all by him self in the cabin reading a book.
As Jack, one of the boys was getting to the grand finale of his story a lone wolf found it suitable to call out for kin, adding a nice effect on Jack’s point. Heero snorted as the girls shuddered and giggled before pressing them self closer to the boys. He had just about enough of it all when another howl was heard answering the first one and more soon followed. The class fell silent as they listened to the eerie sound filling the night air and Heero felt the hair in the back of his neck stand up as a howl sounded too close for comfort.
“Yes well, I think it’s time we went inside class.” Mr. Cobell said, sounding slightly nervous, and standing. Most of the class nodded eagerly and followed Mr. Cobell’s example by getting up and going inside.
Just as Heero stood he thought he saw the light from the fire reflect in a pair of eyes in the darkness but as he blinked and looked more closely they were gone. Another howl made him shiver as it sounded like it came from only a few meters away, and he forced his legs to start moving.
The howls were more frequent now and much closer, it sounded like the cabin was surrounded by wolfs and most of Heero’s classmates were now looking worried and some even scared. It didn’t help that Mr. Cobell kept running around and checking that the doors and windows were securely locked. There was a scratching sound on the front doors and some of the girls squeaked as a howls followed the scratching. The squeaks soon became whimpers of fright as they now could clearly hear the wolves outside the cabin.
Heero walked over to one of the windows, wanting to see and know what was going on, finding the behaviour of the wolves quite strange. What he saw sent chills down his spine, the wolves were unnaturally large, some even looking somewhat deformed as they prowled around the cabin, howling and sniffing the air, air that Heero suspected to reek of fear from both him and his classmates. He swallowed hard as one of the wolves looked up and locked it’s ice blue gaze with his own cobalt one. It raised its hackles, showing Heero the gleaming white teeth and sinister looking fangs.
The sound of a window breaking and a high pitched scream from one of the girls broke the spell of the ice blue gaze and he turned his head in time to see a large grey wolf jump up and sink its teeth into one of the girl’s unprotected throat. Panic broke out immediately and students were screaming and running in every direction as more wolves came crashing through the windows and attacking those unfortunate to come in their way.
Pulling him self together Heero ran into the kitchen and picked up a large knife before he tried to find a place to hide. Everywhere he looked there was a wolf tearing viciously into one of his fellow classmates, one way or another, and he had to swallow hard to keep him self from throwing up. The smell of blood was overwhelming, adding to Heero’s queasiness.
A growl to his left was all the warning he got as one of the wolves pounced on him, aiming for his throat. Eyes wide in fright Heero watched as in slow motion as the wolf flew through the air, a manic gleam in its light brown eyes, blood colouring it’s muzzle and jaws wide open, ready to clamp down around his neck. The next thing he knew was that he was sitting in a corner by the sink, gasping for breath as the wolf that had attacked him was sailing through the air once more, although this time it hit the far wall next to the refrigerator with a sickening thud, blood painting the wall as it fell to the floor. A slim woman dressed in camo pants, a small torn, black tank top and a Palestinian scarf around her neck was walking quickly over to the wolf, her rubber soled combat boots hardly making any noise at all on the wooden floor. Heero watched as she pulled out a gleaming hunting knife from the sheath on her thigh and sliced the wolf’s throat before she plunged it deep into its ribcage, piercing its heart. Turning she came walking towards him and he could see that the scarf covered half her face and as she hunched down in front of him he noticed that she had yellow eyes.
“Here, take this.” She said, handing Heero the now bloody knife. “You stay here, I’ll go check on the rest. If the one over there moves, stab him with the knife. It’s silver so he’ll feel the pain.” She continued before she got up and jogged out of the kitchen, leaving Heero alone with a bloody knife and a wolf that was probably dead, if not it would bleed to death any moment now. Blinking Heero looked down on the knife and noticed that the blood was smoking lightly and it looked like it boiled. A soft hissing sound came from the boiling blood and he was reminded of water on a hot plate. It was beading and rolling on the shiny surface of the knife, some of the beads rolling off the blade, the rest becoming steadily smaller before evaporating entirely.
Screams and howls from the living room pulled him from his study of the knife and the strange behaviour of the blood. Standing he walked over to the door opening and looked into the living room. What he saw was enough to have him running back to the sink where he threw up violently. The entire living room was a blood bath, the corpses of his classmates littered everywhere, all of them in various state of mutilation. Blood was spattered over the walls, some places in the ceiling, the furniture over thrown or broken.
Once the dry heaves stopped, Heero sank down to the floor and curled up into a small ball. The screaming had stopped and the cabin was deadly silent.
“Be strong Heero, your time has come.” A soft female voice sounded in front of him and Heero looked up to see the woman sitting hunched down and looking at him with those strange yellow eyes.
“What the hell do you mean?” He said, pleased that his voice didn’t sound as frightened as he felt right then. The woman’s eyes just glittered as she reached out and took back her knife. Her hands were covered in blood, some places almost up to her elbows and there was more blood splattered over her clothes.
“I’m going to let you in on a big secret.” She answered, sheathing her knife before she pulled down her scarf.
“What the fuck?!?!” he all but yelled. The tip of the woman’s nose was black and shining with moisture, as if someone had taken a cat’s nose and placed it where the tip of the woman’s nose where supposed to be.
“Ssshhh, childe.” She said softly and before Heero could blink a sharp pain bloomed in his neck, but immense pleasure washed it away just as soon as his brain could register it. Gasping he clung at the woman who held him in a gentle but strong grip. He could feel him self getting weaker, his vision becoming duller before it went completely black and he was falling.

Tbc…
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