Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing with Blood and Darkness ❯ Introduction to a Blue and Violet Night ( Chapter 1 )

Dancing with Blood and Darkness

 

Chapter 1: Introduction to a Blue and Violet Night

 

It was the fact that he was a dancer that attracted Heero to him. It wasn't the money (what little amount there was) or the mild amount of fame that the boy had received in the dancing community that made him appealing. Heero Yuy could easily find a more powerful, richer human if he wanted to. But there was something about this boy that made him tremble slightly. He young dancer held such a familiarity to Heero that could not quite place yet. It was the passion that the boy displayed in his dancing that made him wonderful. For a boy that appeared to be eighteen-years-old to display such a passion and devotion that is usually seen in a seasoned dancer was admirable. He appeared to be mature and wise for his age, a conclusion that Heero immediately came to simply by watching the boy dance. The flow of his unbelievably long, chestnut brown hair coupled with his brilliant violet eyes made the boy a rare creature indeed. He was a lithe child with such distinct feminine features that Heero was certain that the boy was often mistaken for a girl. He moved with such grace that was indicative of what his future inevitably held. It was a future with Heero in the darkness.

 

Heero was a vampire, to say rather bluntly. The sort that even Anne Rice herself could not dream up. All the grace, poise, beauty, and viciousness that she had created was intact, only with Heero it was tripled. His line of vampires was among the elite. They were faster, stronger and cleverer than of all the other lines. They prided themselves on being the best and ensured this by keeping the loyalty to the line firmly intact in their fledglings. Heero was not an elder, yet had quickly climbed the ranks through sheer skill. He was sought after by many as a mate due the appeal of his power and obvious aloofness to the rules of his line. He was the model vampire of the line, Hinda [1]. He killed whenever he felt like doing so, fed more than he needed to, trained his mental abilities so that they were as sharp as they could be and finally, he flaunted his powers whenever he could whether it be mentally, physically, or sexually. He had found no boundaries and his powers only threatened to increase. He dressed in a way that often showed off his body and his cold demeanor. His attire for an evening was not very hard to predict. It was tight black pants, a tight dark blue shirt, and a wonderful, supple black leather jacket. The ensemble complemented his eyes and his dark attitude. Heero knew how to manipulate his sex appeal to its greatest advantage. He was not in the least bit ashamed of it either. He has had two hundred years to perfect his skill, and perfection is the only true goal he sought after.

 

There was something that this perfect vampire needed to do, however, and Heero's time was quickly running out. He needed the youth as soon as was possible. The elders had told him that it was time for him to choose a mate, sacrifice, or a permanent donor. Every Hinda vampire had to have one at least once a decade, and Heero had avoided one for two hundred years. He refused a mate because it held too much emotional connection that Heero felt could interfere with his growing abilities. A permanent donor held much of the same problems as a mate. The victim would be heeding to his every whim to feed, keeping them one step away from the full transformation. It takes lose of blood to a near death state and the consumption of vampire blood to make the transformation complete. Heero knew from the experiences of his blood brothers that these donors soon became needy and begging, constantly wanting to make their transformation into a vampire complete. A sacrifice was the only option that Heero was seriously considering. The sacrifice would be both a mate (sexually only) and a donor. If the vampire to whom the sacrifice belonged to was threatened by a stronger vampire, the sacrifice could be offered to the opposing vampire to do with as he pleased. In Heero's eyes, sacrifices covered the best of all worlds. Heero knew he was the strongest vampire and did not need protection; but there were rumors of an evolving line of vampires that could be posing as a threat…

 

Heero had determined weeks ago to make that boy, Duo, into his sacrifice the moment he saw the boy dance. The boy possessed everything that the Hinda felt was important to create the ultimate vampire: artistic talent, beauty, and brains. Duo obviously conquered the first two and Heero could tell by observing the boy's interaction with his fellow dancers that he possessed the last requirement. Heero did not consider once whether or not the boy would want to be his sacrifice. Heero could simply entrap his mind so that Duo felt like he wanted to be the sacrifice, whether he really did or not. Duo appeared to be destitute and lonely anyway, so Heero figured that no one would miss him except for his adoring dancing fans.

 

Heero had exactly one month before he was suppose to report and have his sacrifice ready. That was plenty of time for him to abduct the boy and convert him. Heero could not wait to finally have the boy, both mentally… and physically. Heero lightly ran his tongue over his exposed fangs as he looked at the boy dance in the studio. True enough that all the other dancers were good, but it was hard for Heero to keep his eyes off the boy. He had a presence, an aurora that Heero could feel all the way across the street as he watched Duo dance. Heero noticed a girl with purple hair eyeing Duo in an admiring, almost possessive way. She sat on the side, watching him with her foot wrapped in bandages. She sighed and looked away. Curious as to what she was thinking, Heero read her thoughts.

 

Gods, what I wouldn't give if Duo would just look at me. Notice me at all! He said he was waiting on someone. That he could feel this person watching him. That he knew that this person was meant for him…

 

Heero stopped the intrusion, slightly confused. Did Duo know that Heero was watching him, or did he just make up a story to get that girl to leave him alone? Perhaps the fey looking boy had a lover, girlfriend, or boyfriend? Heero suddenly felt something rise in his gut at this thought. It was a feeling that he had not felt for over two hundred years. Jealousy? Heero shook his head in attempts to clear his mind of all those types of thoughts. Of course he didn't feel anything like that, he had no emotions, yet alone something as strong as jealousy.

 

While Heero was contemplating his feelings, the dance class was dismissed. The class streamed out of the small building with Duo and the girl trailing behind. Heero narrowed his cold cobalt blue eyes when he saw that the girl was with Duo. Heero shook his head once again. How unlike me to dwell upon my emotions, He reflected. Duo helped the girl with her crutches and headed west down the sidewalk. Heero trailed quietly behind them, barely two feet away. He knew that the pair could not hear him because of his acute abilities in stealth. The sun had gone down over two hours ago, but Duo and the girl obviously felt safe enough to walk the streets at 9:30 PM.

 

Heero inhaled deeply, savoring the sweaty, post work-out scent of Duo. The young boy's braid softly brushed the back of his thighs as he walked slowly beside his slow companion.

 

“Duo, why won't you go to the clubs with us tomorrow?” The girl all but whined, half out of breath from the amount of work she had to put into operating the crutches.

 

Duo sighed. It wasn't an impatient or annoyed sigh. It seemed to be something that he did more out of habit than in reaction to things. “Hilde, I told you already.” Replied the soothing baritone voice of the braided youth. This was the first time that Heero ever heard Duo speak. His voice was as intoxicating as his dancing and equally as stunning. Heero barely heard Duo's next words. “I don't really like that scene, you know that. I just want to relax and not have to worry about trying to impress anyone.”

 

Hilde snorted, “You don't have to try to impress anyone, Duo. You're sexy already.”

 

Heero felt heat radiating off of Duo, an obvious sign that he was blushing. It was really cute that he would react like that to such a simple, yet truthful, comment. Cute? Since when did Heero Yuy use the word cute to describe anything?

 

“Hil, stop it! I won't find what I'm looking for at some seedy club. What I want will find me, in a more pleasurable location and fashion. What I want- look at me! I won't bore you with my romanticism. Besides, I don't want to watch you and Joey make-out the entire time!” Duo added jokingly to re-lighten the mood up.

 

“Yeah, you're right I guess. It's what Joey and I are best at.”

 

“Yeah, you and Joey, and Miles, and Josh, and Stephen and even that weird chick Relena…” Duo laughed, giving his friend a small squeeze on the shoulder to emphasis that he was only joking.

 

“Look Duo, It's not my fault that you're a prude- Gods, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mention-”

 

Heero watched Duo's body go rigid for a moment at Hilde's comment. Obviously something had struck a chord and made him very uncomfortable. Was it perhaps the reason why Duo was a “prude” that got him so upset? Heero tried to look into Duo's memories but found it impossible. Usually he is able to look into any human's mind without any effort. Duo was different though. It was almost as if a barrier was set up around his mind, much like a vampire's, to expel any unwanted intrusions. Heero tried again, in vain. Never had Heero ever ran across a person other than a vampire that he found it difficult to read their minds. Duo's mind was, in fact, impossible to read. The boy really was extraordinary and perhaps did belong in the vampire world.

 

“It's alright Hil, I've put that behind me. It didn't ruin my life. In fact, it made me into the person that I am today. Plenty of people get...you know, in there lifetime, unfortunately.” The boy was quiet for a moment, almost reflecting. “This is my stop.”

 

Heero noticed that they had stopped outside of a rundown looking apartment building with shudders that were practically falling off. The alleys on either side of the building did not offer any feelings of safety. There was a group of middle aged looking men sitting on the stoop of the building leering at Duo and his friend. So Heero had been right. Duo was borderline poverty, as was evident by his abode. Heero was amazed that a boy that was so poor and who had had a rough life could actually be the bubbly person that Heero saw before him. Duo did not seem to notice the men on the stoop and said his goodbyes to his friend.

 

“I'll see you later Hilde, okay?” Duo kissed her softly on the cheek and ascended the stairs quickly. Hilde gave a slight wave and continued heading down the side walk. Duo did not climb the stairs quick enough to miss the hard slap than one of the men on the stoop gave him on the behind. Duo swatted the hand away and deeply blushed. He did not look back, but ran up the stairs quicker, slipping into the building.

 

Heero looked up at the apartment building, imagining where in that shabby building Duo's room was. He had wanted to study the youth a little more tonight, get a better feel of him. Heero imagined Duo getting undressed, ready to take a shower for the night. He imagined what his pale skin would look like in the pale moonlight…

 

// The normally cold eyes that often looked at Duo softened as the young boy removed the last item of clothing from his lithe body. He blushed slightly as he was seen by his love for the first time. The cobalt eyed boy smirked slightly and beckoned Duo to come to him. The other boy had no qualms about being naked; he just simply laid there looking sexy in the nude. Duo did as he was told and was immediately embraced by a strong pair of arms as he was lowered onto the bed. Duo gasped as he felt for the first time his arousal touch another's arousal. Knowing that it was his love's made it even more marvelous.

 

They're lips met with such ferocity and longing as if it was their first time kissing. Duo gasped as he felt his lover's tongue move along his lips, asking permission to enter. Duo opened his mouth slightly, somewhat hesitant. His lover plunged his tongue into the boy's mouth, deepening the kiss. The Japanese boy's tongue explored every crevice of Duo's mouth, leaving no space untouched. Duo moaned as he felt his lover's hand's roam across his buttocks and give it a slight tap. The other boy lifted and rolled his hips as he did this to give the encounter more intensity.

 

“He-” Duo began, breaking the kiss to retrieve some much needed air.

 

“Shhh, Koi. Master may come in at any moment. Let us treasure this time together.” The other boy spoke as he flipped Duo onto his back… //

 

 

Heero paused as if he had been punched in the face. He held onto the guard rail trying to catch his breath and relinquish the arousal that he was now sporting. Those images were not mere fancies of his imagination, but felt like a flashback. Heero knew, however, that he had never been intimate with the boy. So why was he having these images? He signed and tried to shake the images from his mind. I will be in control of mind. I dictate what I see and feel, Heero tried to convince himself. But the images seemed so real…

 

Heero made stride to follow the boy but felt a slight vibration in his leather jacket. Heero pulled his cell phone from inside his jacket pocket, reluctant to answer.

 

“What is it Wufei?” Heero questioned, allowing annoyance into his voice. He knew what a call from Chang Wufei meant. It meant that he was to report to the coven as soon as possible. Wufei was the mate of the one of the elders, Treize Kushrenada [2]. Because of this, the Chinese man had developed a sense of grandeur and was assigned to do the bidding of the elders. This involved making petty calls to various members in order to collect them for the elders. It had annoyed Heero at first that Wufei could become so high ranking simply because he was good in bed. Over the past decades, however, he had learned to trust and respect Wufei. Wufei had proven many times that can be relied on in battle, for he is an exceptional warrior. He prided himself on being the best fighter he could be while still maintaining a high level of justice and self-discipline. Heero almost related to him, for he too was Asian. Wufei was Chinese and had been raised with the values that the Chinese believe are important, values very similar to Heero's own Japanese culture. Furthermore, if Heero had friends, he would consider Wufei to be his best friend.

 

“Nice to talk to you again too, Yuy,” Wufei replied equally without any emotion. “I'm not calling for the reasons you are thinking.”

 

“Just make it quick, I have something I'm in the middle of doing.”

 

He could almost hear Wufei smirk through the phone. “Leave that little boy alone, Yuy. You need to come to the coven, something has happened.” With that, the line went dead.

 

Heero cleared his mind and transported himself into the coven. He landed in the ornate foyer where hordes of his blood brothers and sisters were apparently waiting for something. They were elegantly draped over chairs, couches, chaises, and each other. The air was filled with beauty and sex. The coven was a large building that was reserved only for the Hinda. Members could choose whether or not they wanted to live in the building. It gave many a sense of security, family life, and finally bonding that was so important to keep the line together. Members brought their mates to live with them. They sometimes even brought in their sacrifices and permanent donors to live in quarters that were specifically made for humans like them. It was also a central meeting place for the line if someone was in trouble or the elders wanted to hold a meeting. Heero chose to live outside the coven, finding that the constant surrounding of people was exhausting. He wanted to live alone because he fought alone. He also believed that the coven's behavior was too close to that of humans' activities. Heero confidently made his way to the heavy wooden doors at the end of the main hallway leading from the foyer. He ignored the greetings and crude suggestions from the women and some of the men that were offered to him.

 

Heero knocked once on the doors, and opened them. There resided Treize and Wufei in a deep conversation. Wufei stood erect next to Teize's chair. His hair was slicked back into a small ponytail in the back of his head. His attire was elegant yet still held elements of traditional Chinese garbs. Treize gracefully sat in a chair behind a gorgeous mahogany desk. He was elegant as well with strong facial features and a smooth demeanor that complemented Wufei. Instantly Heero smelled the strong scent of blood, specifically vampire blood. He momentarily scanned the two in front of him and realized that none of them was injured. He slammed the doors shut; not waiting for a formal invitation into the room that was holding what appeared to be a private meeting.

“This had better be good.” Heero growled.

 

Treize looked up and smiled, his lips curling in a truly sinister way. “Oh, believe me, Perfect One, it is.” He nodded his head in the direction of a heap of blood and muscle that may have once been called a body.

 

Now Heero was interested.

 

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[Notes!]

[1] I don't even know what that means. I wanted a name that brought images of peace. I thought Buddhism, then I thought Hinduism, then I thought to heck with it, I'll just add an “a” at the end!

[2] I could have looked up how to spell it…but I didn't.

 

A/N: There a bunch of twists coming soon. Duo isn't as innocent as he appears to be =D What I don't even know how Relena got in there. I should have made R get run over by a car… What do you think about it so far? What should happen next? Please R&R loves!