Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing with Blood and Darkness ❯ Embraces of a Dream: An Encore ( Chapter 2 )

Dancing in Blood and Darkness

 

Chapter 2: Embraces of a Dream: An Encore

 

 

Heero glared at Treize as he waited for the elder to explain to him why exactly he had been ripped away from his sacrifice. Heero walked over to the corpse and knelt next to it. It was impossible to distinguish any of the facial features if what Heero was looking at the moment was actually a face. He could see, however, two fangs protruding from a hole in the body, which he assumed to be the mouth.

 

“Who was this? And why does this concern me?” His voice was monotone as ever. He glanced at Wufei and Treize as he stood. The elder motioned for Heero to take a seat in the chair in front of the desk. Heero sat gracefully in the soft, plush leather chair, crossing his legs elegantly.

 

“Sheppard.” Was all Treize said and it was all he needed to say. The severity of the problem had come across to Heero with just that name. Sheppard was an elder. Although it was true that he was one of the weakest elders of the line, he was still an important person to the line.

 

Elders were simply that, the oldest members of the line. The original vampires had divided into five different lines with their own fledglings. They all looked for something different for their lines, whether it is strength or love of the supernatural. The Alpha Elder was the first one and the other elders were their direct fledglings. Heero did not quite agree with the system of respecting a vampire simply because he had lived a long time. Heero was perhaps the strongest in the line and could easily defeat the elders if he felt the whim to. He had never met the Alpha and did not know the extent of his powers to judge whether or not he could kill him.

 

To murder an elder of any line was a severe crime and almost equal to declaring war. No other line would dare to start a war with the Hinda because it was understood that the opposing line would be defeated. They were scared by one man in particular, Heero. When the vampire was set on a goal to avenge someone or simply to cause pain, there was no stopping him. His ruthlessness reached no limits, for he had no one to answer to, which was the main element that scared the other vampires.

 

“Who did this?” Heero questioned, not really concerned with the fact that one of his elders were dead but simply angry that someone would have the audacity to think that they could successfully challenge his line.

 

“We don't know. Kiley found him this evening, like this.” Treize spoke. He slowly lifted a cigar to his lips. Wufei promptly assumed his position and placed a lighter at the end of the cigar. Treize looked at Heero over the lighter with a gleam of what he and Heero had in the past in his eyes. Heero felt unsettled under that glare. It wasn't something that he was used to. He could take the offensive, threatening glare. But a glace of attempted seduction was something he was not use to. He simply took sex whenever and wherever he wanted. No time for foreplay or sex games, just a simple fuck and he was ready to continue his night. Treize gave Wufei a soft tap on his behind as thanks and blew smoke out of the side of his mouth. “Wufei?”

 

The Chinese boy started to speak. “He was already found dead. Apparently he was murdered during the day, yet no one had slept over that night. We figure someone must have done this during the day. He was drained of all his blood then was smothered in someone else's blood. We do not know whose. There were no signs of his blood anywhere in the house so we assume it must have been consumed. He would have died before the blood was drained from him.”

 

There was a heavy silent in the room as Heero reflected what all of that meant. The things that Wufei described were impossible. How could a vampire possibly accomplish such a thing? “How can this be? The vampire must have been walking in the daylight. That is impossible. Also, to drink the blood of the dead is to die yourself (1). That too is impossible. You must be mistaken.”

 

“There is something else you must know. His sacred heart was stolen.” Wufei said.

 

“Now I know that you are mistaken. There is no way in Hades that his sacred heart is gone.” All vampires hold a secret heart that is hidden within their bodies. There is a legend that proclaims that for each sacred heart, there is a twin heart. If these two hearts were to meet, the two vampires to whom the hearts belonged to would be bound for eternity, immune to all the boundaries that normal vampires face. They would be in all cases, invincible. There has never been a couple to connect their hearts, which was the main reason why vampires now did not attempt to find their true mate. Furthermore, the sacred hearts can only be combined when taken out of the body. This can only occur with an incantation that the owner of the heart alone knows. A vampire would never willing give up his sacred heart, for it is his only way to true immortality. If all five of the Alpha's hearts are put together, the vampire that combined the hearts would become the strongest vampire with none of their weakness and all the strengths of all the other supernatural creatures (2). In short, he would become the ultimate predator and killer.

 

“We are not mistaken. When we observed his body there was no sign of the heart, we simply found a crevice on the left side of his hip. We assume that this is where the heart resided. We know that these are facts. All the evidence is there-” Wufei tried to explain.

 

“Heero, have you heard those rumors of a sixth line? From an Alpha that we all thought to be dead centuries ago? Word has reached me that there is such thing as this line. I have heard that they have evolved with skills that the other five lines do not possess. They supposedly have skills that no vampire has ever possessed. Imagine if their Alpha held all the hearts in addition to his current powers.” Treize interrupted, never breaking his cool demeanor as he smoked his cigar. He no longer had the seductive look that he previously had. No he seemed more serious, an attitude seen by few from the cool, flirtatious man.

 

“I have heard of them, I never knew that much information and only thought that it was a rumor. But this stolen heart had confirmed in my mind that this line exists.” Heero uncrossed his legs. His hands which had been resting on the armrests of the chair now resided on his thighs. His fingers gently tapped his thighs as he thought and considered what it meant that these rumors were real.

 

“Look, Heero, I know that you are not the type of person to openly pledge his full allegiance to the line, but I think it would be best if you stayed at the coven until this is resolved.” Heero arched an eyebrow but said nothing. Wanting to ensure that Wufei could hear him, Heero spoke to Treize with his mind.

 

Treize, you cannot tell me what to do. All the influence that you could possibly ever have on me ended the day you and I stopped fucking.

 

You were good, Heero. But this has nothing to do with that. Some of the younger brothers and sisters of the coven are feeling threatened. Having you here will make them feel safe.

 

“I am not going to be your poster boy. I will do what I can to find out more about this sixth line. Other than that, it is your job to make them feel safe. I am going back to my apartment.”

 

Heero turned and walked through the doors, not looking back at Treize and his mate. He was annoyed and angry as ever. Heero refused to be the lapdog of the line, the poster boy so to speak. To assure the line that everything was alright when everything was not alright was a lie and Heero thought someone had told him a long time ago that lying was bad. This was the first time in two hundred years that Heero ever felt uncomfortable. He was used to doing the same thing over and over again for the last two hundred years. He had experienced everything and felt that his life was mundane. This was one of the reasons for his fearlessness, his ruthlessness, and his ferocity because he was constantly looking for that greater thrill. The one thing that would wake him up from the cycle that he had grown accustom to. Now something had happened that was not the norm, he was slightly thrown off track. It was not that he was scared, but he did not know where to begin to solve this mystery. He would have a chance to actually test his abilities and fight a new opponent. He lived for the battle; it was what he was best at.

 

It was 11:00 O'clock and much too early for Heero to go home. He had barely been up for four hours. He decided to go to a local club close to his apartment to get his mind off of the new development and Duo. The club was called No Name. It was not the typical club with heavy drinking and groin humping. Only few participated in such acts. It had a slightly more classy scene with special rooms for promiscuous to engage one another without disturbing the mood of the club. The club played host to vampires and humans alike. The humans usually had no idea that there were the vampires in the same building as themselves. The club was masked with a light spell that put humans at ease. It was simple magic, nothing so the sort that witches would conjure. It was simple vampire magic, the type that usually on worked on humans in order to control them. There were several booths set up around the club that housed vampires feeding on willing humans, with shots of blood mixed with alcohol. Heero came there for one reason: a quick screw and the delicious blood margarita.

 

Heero approached the club and was immediately allowed entrance by the bouncer. The club was dim with a green glow to it. Everyone in the club was beautiful. The dancers on the small dance floor were dancing slowly to the music while some drank the blood of their dancer partner. Although they did not dance provocatively, the look in their eyes and moments scream sex. Heero sat heavily at the bar. The bartender handed him his usual drink without any questions or comments. Heero slowly took a sip of the drink, faintly wondering if Duo would like this atmosphere. Heero remembered that the boy had told his friend Hilde that he did not like clubs like these. I could probably convince him to come. He would come for me. Heero thought confidently.

 

Why was he thinking about Duo so much? It was true that he was going to be his sacrifice, but sacrifices were seen as flesh more than an entity that should dwelled upon. So why was Heero dwelling so much? Duo was intoxicating, it was true, but Heero had never thought about a human so much. Duo had been popping into his mind for the last two weeks. The arousing images that Heero had imagined earlier did not help with his attempt to forget Duo for the moment.

 

“Hey there, Handsome.” A voice spoke softly into Heero's ear form behind. From the sound, the boy was probably a young, recently changed vampire. Heero reached into the boy's mind to retrieve the boys name and experience. He was not a virgin, thank goodness. Heero turned toward Zach. The boy was attractive, he would do nicely.

 

The boy's eyes widened at the sight of Heero, immediately recognized him. “Hey, you're Heero Yuy, aren't you? Wow, it's amazing to actually see you.”

 

“And you are Zach. Come with me.” Heero set his drink down and took the boy by the hand. Zach made no protests as he was lead to a small room in the back of the club. The guard there nodded at Heero and allowed him and his guest into the dimly lit room. The room held a bed, desk and one dim lamp. It wasn't shady or seedy looking, it was just simple.

 

Heero wasted no time with the boy. He pressed Zach to the wall with a force that would have knocked the breath out of a human and perhaps broken a rib. He pressed his groin hard upon the boys who simply allowed Heero to do as he pleased. Heero bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He sucked hard on the lip as he ripped Zach's shirt off. He paused as his hands reached Zach's belt. He could not stop thinking about Duo. What would he think if he knew I was having casual sex with a stranger? Heero wondered. Why did he keep thinking about Duo? Heero attempted once again to unbuckle the belt but was once again paused as Duo's face flashed into his mind.

 

“Heero, are you sure about this?” The boy gasped.

 

// “Heero, are you sure about this?” Duo asked. He tightly held his love's hand. He looked up at Heero with questioning eyes. Duo didn't know if he was going to feel comfortable with what they were doing, it wasn't really his scene. Heero had wanted to come and Duo waned to make his love happy. This was the least he could do. The last time they had tried to be open had ended in disaster, causing the couple to flee the town they were living in.

 

“Please do not worry, Koi. Things are different now. It is 1923. People here are more accepting. Just be yourself.” Heero gave his love's hand a tight squeeze and a tender kiss on the cheek to reassure him. They were at the doors of the underground club. The club sold alcohol and was rumored to be a supporter and supplier of prostitution. Many of Duo and Heero's kind liked to get together there. Their kind would hold an orgy of sorts where they all shared several different donors and fed at the same time. It was no big secret that the place was seedy and would be shut down if the police found out about it. Duo did not want to attend, but Heero had been curious.

 

“Heero…what if I do not fit in? You and I are different people. I am not the vicious one; I don't know if I can take what goes on in there. Why don't we just go home and listen to the radio?”

 

“Duo, if that is really what you want, we can do that.” Duo saw the small amount of disappointment in his lover's eyes. Heero had sacrificed so much for him, it was only fair that he make a small sacrifice for his love. Heero had moved to Duo's dream place, Paris, without much convincing only because had Duo wanted to go. The least that he could do was going to a club for a couple of hours.

 

“You know what Heero, let us do this. Let's make them jealous!” Duo lightly bumped Heero's hip with his own. He took Heero's hand into his and pulled the other boy toward the entrance of the club. Heero smiled down at his lover. The small boy was dressed in a tight black striped t-shirt that so popular with the class of Paris and a pair of baggy pants that had become popular due to the knickerbocker protests. Duo's hair was down and out of the braid it was usually in. It was long and brushed the back of his thighs. He was simply gorgeous. When he pulled Heero to the door, he practically floated. Heero could hardly believe that Duo was his.

 

“Duo, I change my mind, let's go back to the room.”

 

Duo stopped. “Hee-chan, are you sure?” The only affirmation Duo need was the look of lust in Heero's eyes. Duo knew then that there was nothing more in the world that his lover wanted more than to be with him at that moment.

 

They had barely walked into the door when Heero started to assault Duo's mouth. The lithe boy smiled slightly at the familiar taste of Heero. He breathed in deeply and was overwhelmed by the musky, sexy smell that was Heero Yuy. Duo sighed as Heero lifted him into his arms and cared him into their bedroom as if they were bride and groom. When Heero became intimate he was terribly romantic and Duo felt honored and special to be the only one to have seen Heero this way. Heero gently laid Duo onto the soft bedding, covering his lover's body with his own. Heero looked down at Duo whose hair was slightly messy and eyes were lidded slightly.

 

“Duo, you are so beautiful.” Heero stated simply admiring the beauty and seeming innocence that Heero knew did not exist. Duo blushed deeply at the comment adding more beauty to his already sexy visage.

 

Heero slowly started to kiss Duo's jaw line making the boy moan this time. His hands were nimble and easily removed Duo's shirt. Heero led a trail of kisses down Duo's neck, nipping at the skin. He teasingly grazed his fangs along the sensitive skin. Heero bit his lover's neck, tasting the blood there; then quickly made amends by licking the quickly healing wounds. He did this several more times on both sides of Duo's neck, claiming him then watching the wounds heal themselves.

 

“Heero…” was the only word that Duo could muster. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut as a series of sensations and emotions washed over him. Whenever he was with Heero it was as if his body was ultra sensitive and weak to the other boy's touch. It was a problem that Duo was not complaining about.

 

Duo gasped louder as Heero took one of his already perk nipples into his mouth. He lathered the skin with teeth and tongue. Not wanting to abandon his twin, Heero took the other nipple into his hand, rolling his harshly between his fingers. Duo's body arched into Heero's mouth as the boy bit his nipple roughly.

 

“Heero, you know exactly how I like it. Please…go lower and faster.” Duo begged. He felt Heero's mouth curve into a smile as he wrapped that moist cavern around his other nipple. Duo didn't know where to put his hands. He attempted to hold onto the sheets but found they were too silky. He finally decided on Heero's hair. Duo grabbed two hand full's and did not let go.

 

Heero looked up at Duo with a slight smirk. “Open your eyes Koibito.” Duo did as he was told. He held his breath when he looked into those cobalt eyes. Those eyes held such a promise of things to come and love that he was going to receive afterward. Heero trailed his tongue down Duo's stomach and chuckled slightly as he felt the boy tremble slightly. He stopped at Duo's pants line, right underneath his navel. Before continuing his journey down, Heero swirled his tongue into his lover's navel causing Duo gasp. He the ventured lower and once again stopped at his pants.

 

“So what are you going to do about this little blockade? You have to finish your journey, Hee-chan.” Duo comment, his voice husky with the anticipation of what as about to come (3). Heero softly pulled at the line of hairs that led to Heero's prize. Duo moaned once more. He was a vocal lover and never ceased to encourage Heero whether he meant to or not. Without further delay, Heero had Duo's pants undone and slowly started to pull them off his lover's slim hips… //

 

Heero stopped and pulled away from Zach as yet another load of images flowed into his mind. They were once again all of him and Duo being intimate. He and Duo had been so tender in these images, something that Heero did not have experience with. He had never been intimate like that before. While he was seeing these images, he was overwhelmed with a feeling that he thought he had never felt before. He felt compassionate, caring, and strangely enough, love. Heero felt as if he had loved Duo and was loved in return. I called him koi. I declared him as my love…

 

“Heero?” Zach questioned.

 

“Fuck. I can't do this.” With that, Heero shoved himself off of the wall and out of the club, leaving a flabbergasted and thoroughly disappointed Zach in his wake. He walked home, not bothering to hail a cab. He head was spinning, trying to decipher what all of those images meant. Were they real? Is this what happens in the future? Heero was aware that there were some vampires who developed acute physic abilities after their transformation. They could predict the future in visions that they usually cannot control. Many of them see these visions during their dreams. Perhaps his dreams were developing late?

 

Heero unlocked to door to his apartment and threw his keys into the ceramic bowl he had on the kitchen counter. His apartment was large for a bachelor. It was a bold contemporary home with clean lines and whites everywhere. The furniture was of the best qualities. It was a cozy apartment and although Heero had been living there for twenty-years, it didn't feel like home. Heero sighed and sat on his couch reaching for the phone.

 

“Quatre here,” said the soft voice of the Hinda's only physic. He was a sweet boy, too pure to be a creature of darkness. Tonight his voice had a certain air of heaviness that Heero was not use to.

 

“It's me. I need to talk to you.”

 

“What-” Quatre moaned deeply. His breath came out in short, sharp bursts. He then sighed softly. “I apologize. What…what is it about?”

 

“I am having visions of things that I know did not happen in the past and could possibly come to pass.” Heero stated, momentarily wondering why Quatre was making those noises.

 

“It's about that boy of yours is it not, Heero?” He said, still slightly breathless. “Trowa, geez, can't you tell that I am on the phone?” He asked quietly although Heero could still hear him. There was a sharp intake of breath from Quatre's side of the line.

 

“Hai, it is about Duo.”

 

“Heero, how much do you know about your past?”

 

 

(Notes)

(1) Sorry Mistress Rice, I love that concept and had to borrow it. Vampires have to have a weakness, right?

(2) For some reason, images of Inuyasha flashed through my head…that was a good show. Not better than Gundam, of course! I guess sacred jewel shards…sacred hearts? Whatev.

(3) Aren't I puny?

 

A/N: Gosh, I edited this one a lot. I know this chapter got Gundam fic cliché with the club and all but it's there to show how astray Heero's gotten without that significant other in his life…I have two conclusions to the fic already worked out…I just don't know which one to use. I know there's a lot of mention of time; I promise that it will make more sense later. I love Duo in this fic, he's such a doll! I hope y'all (that's right, I'm from the south) enjoyed it!