Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Seed ❯ Chapter 13

GW and its characters don't belong to me but to Sunrise/SOTSU Agency Bandai etc. etc.

Another installment of Demon Seed…how long has it been? Egad, ages I know. I apologize for that too. Since it has been so long since an update I can only hope I'm still able to get the flow of this story down so it doesn't seem to rough and abrupt at where I left off and where I'm starting again.

Pairings reminder: 1xR 2xH 4xC 5xSP 6x9 13x11 13+R and if you haven't guessed by now, 3x11. The fic over all is NC-17 but this chapter has no real warnings.

So for those of you who still wish to follow this story, here it is. Hope it was worth the long ass wait.

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Heero woke to the sound of chirping birds that had perched on the limb outside of the room's window. His sleepy eyes focused on the view, noting that the sky itself was just beginning to break dawn. He rolled himself to a sitting position, scanning the room taking in its shambled appearance as well as the torn and bloody sheets that wrapped him and the girl, who was still sleeping beside him.

He untangled himself from the linens while gently shaking Relena awake. Blue-green orbs peeked out at him through half-open lids as she used her arms to raise up her body her eyes suddenly widening upon realizing the disarray and mess of the room.

"Did we…?"

"Yea." His answer was short as he rose to his feet and began gathering up his clothing, tossing the vampire princess her dress. Now on her feet she began to pull the thin material up around her body, still in disbelief of the images that her memories kept feeding to her mind.

"But, this place is…?"

"Torn up. I know. I'll explain later…we just need to get out of here before we're found out."

She gave the Stalker a silent nod and finished dressing, slipping on her soft-soled shoes as she headed to the door.

"This way." Relena noticed his tone was commanding yet lacking of its usual coldness and even his touch as he grasped her wrist and began leading her to the window seemed less harsh and aggressive. Heero sat down on the sill and pulled her onto his lap, placing her arms around his neck. "Hold onto me tightly. It's not a long jump but the impact might be rough."

Immediately she tightened her arms around him as they slid from the window, his cradling embrace, continuing to hug her snuggly against him. Even though, those with vampire blood had the strength, immortality and healing abilities that all vampires possessed they still were only half and so lacked other abilities such as flight and any kind of transformation talents.

Landing solidly onto his feet he placed Relena on her own, though he refused to let go of her hand as he began leading her once again towards the place he had left his horse. He glanced back at her out of the corner of his eye noticing her silent and complacent nature that was so unlike her. He wondered for a moment if the previous events of the night had hurt her in anyway, if not physically then maybe her mind was now full of regrets and sadness. Spying his mount, he buried those thoughts and sped up their pace until they had reached the animal.

Once upon his steed, he lifted her and placed her gently in a sidesaddle position in front of him, one hand supporting her, while the other held onto the horse's reins. Glancing up at him briefly, Relena noted his stern expression and wondered if it was from regret or anger, but being uncertain she chose to keep mute. And so both remained silent as Heero nudged his steed into a trot, taking off in the direction that would lead back to Wufei's.

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Trowa pushed his body up, the blanket that had kept him warm during the night sliding from his form as he stretched out his long, lanky limbs. He had had yet another sleepless night, dreams of a lost love in pain and agony, haunting him, making his head ache as well as his heart.

Why after so long? He asked himself, kneeling down by the banks of a narrow stream, quenching his thirst as well as washing his face in an attempt to get back to feeling normal. It did not seem to help though, especially when he looked at his reflection in the rippling pool his disturbance had made. "Would she even recognize me?" He questioned out loud as he ran a callous hand over his entire face, rubbing out the rest of his fatigue. Years have been added to me, though I know for a fact she would look just beautiful, just as graceful…I ran to forget you, just as you ordered me too, so why now, Anne, do you reappear to me? Standing up he walked the short distance back to his campsite, where he snuffed out the remains of his fire and began to roll up his supplies. He had finished securing the last camping article on his horse when her voice began speaking to him again.

"Trowa, please…come to me…I need you."

With his eyes blinking rapidly, he scanned the trees of the forest looking for the source of the voice that spoke to him, though he knew she was not there, but merely using the power of her mind to contact him. "Anne?" He spoke in a cracked, almost shy voice. "Why do you call me now? You told me to leave…to forget…how do you know I will even come to you?"

"I have always known your heart, my beloved…and, you still love me."

"Get out of my head!" His curled fists fiercely and rubbed his eyes in frustration. "You turned your back on us to go to him…you told me I was a pathetic human, unworthy of your love!" He stilled his outbursts then, knowing that if anyone were to pass they'd most certainly think him mad with demon voices.

"I lied, for reasons that I will not explain to you…not until I can see your face. Please…my dearest, come to me and I swear to be yours forever."

Trowa opened his eyes, a few tears escaping from their corners. Even now despite the pain you have caused me…despite the certainty that my actions could very well bring about my death, I will come to you…for my heart still holds you dear to me…huh…it is as you've said, I am a pathetic human.

With a hefty push of his foot, he lifted his body and mounted his horse and taking the reins in hands he turned the creature to the opposite direction of where he had planned to go. Wait for me, my lady, and I shall pray that your suffering will not overwhelm you before my presence is made.

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"What the hell is this?" Treize snarled as he snatched the blue crystal from his wife's hand. "Why is it you need to amplify your telepathic abilities? Who was it you were speaking to?"

With an emotional mask made of stone, the queen looked up from where she sat. "Why is it you suddenly care about anything that deals with me? Your mind has been filled with nothing but ambition and lust for power and that sniffling half breed of wench."

Treize smirked, placing the crystal back upon Une's vanity. "That, I can not deny…my lady…for we all have our obsessions." His voice was velvet as he stepped behind his wife, resting his large, elegant hands upon her shoulders as he leaned forward until his lips were next to one of her ears. "But, dearest…" He spoke in an even lower, but seething tone as his hands drew closer to her neck, encircling it before adding pressure. "We just must be careful that those obsessions do not kill us."

Her hands immediately went to her throat, trying desperately to pry away Treize's straggling hold, but he did not ease up. "No one leaves me, Anne…even if I do not want you, you will always be my possession. So give up on your ancient lover to rescue you because I vow his blood will be spilt before he ever gets close." He released his hold on her then and her upper body sprang forward as she gasped for air, the purple and red marks of his attack already beginning to fade.

The king spoke again as he parted the doors to their chambers. "But if you desire to be with him that badly, perhaps I will grant your wish and simply kill you along with him." He paused but a moment, a deep chuckle, leaving him. "Then again, to watch you agonize over the loss of your love for all eternity may very well be a pleasing sight to see."

"Bastard!" She whispered under her breath hearing the door close behind him. "Whatever you do to me I will return to you ten fold. For you are mine as well, even though I loathe you. So just as you have vowed to kill my love, then I will vow to kill yours. I still have my pride and will never allow another female, mortal or otherwise, to usurp me from my throne and my position."

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Milliardo sliced the knife the through the deer as he hastily tugged away its skin from its carcass that hung from a tree. Stopping momentarily, he raised his forearm to wipe the sweat from his brow noting how it seemed as if it was going to be a humid autumn. He looked over to his side, his eyes catching the sight of his wife who sat in the shade, holding their newly born son close to her chest as he fed. The one time vampire prince could not help but smile a little at the scene, the wonder of how his life had become completely different then what he had ever thought. Gone were his days of privilege, wealth and power, to be replaced by what most considered common and lowly, though, to him, he had gained even more with the presence of his wife and son, Caelan

Lucrezia's health had seemed to improve greatly since the birth of their child just two weeks before. Now she was able to go out into the sun, though her skin still seemed quite sensitive and her eyes began to sting after awhile. However, it seemed that their boy had no adverse affects to the solar rays and in fact seemed to be as normal as any other babe, though at times they would find him sucking his fist or his mother's breast so hard that he would literally draw blood through skin. It's still too early to tell, Lucrezia would say, defending her son's fate with desperate hope. Unable to accept the plight of his son, Milliardo would just nod his head in agreement, for who in truth really knew what the future held for their child, or for any of them. All they could do was sit back and watch and hope for the best.

Her husband's gaze caught her attention and the dark-eyed beauty lifted her head slightly returning the loving look until he turned back to his work, and she back to her son. Caelan had fallen asleep and was no longer attentive to her, and so, with the gentleness that only a mother could possess she pried him away, laying him down into an oblong wicker basket lined with blankets and furs. She ran her fingertips over his chubby cheeks and pink little mouth, smiling all the while, amazed at how much love she felt for her child. A child that would not have been possible if not for the tragic night when she was stolen from her home and placed into servitude under Treize Kushranada. The breed of the man she had hated, had now given her so much joy, so much security and so much love.

"Lucrezia." Milliardo called to her. "It's beginning to get dusk, both of you best get inside."

Not wishing to wake her son, she merely nodded and rose to her feet, cradling on her hip the wicker basket that held their offspring.

Milliardo breathed a small sigh of relief when he saw them finally go inside of their house. Though it was not the actual coming of night, that had made him rush his family indoors, but it was what his trained senses had warned him of what this night would bring. Hunters.

After placing Caelan into his cradle, Lucrezia scampered quickly to the door opening it up just a bit to peek outside, seeing her husband continuing to skin the deer as if nothing was wrong, but she knew better, her senses were heightened as well, and her foresight was strong. She closed the door and locked it, pressing her forehead against its back, fighting against the tears that were starting to fall down her cheeks. "Please, be careful, Milliardo, I can not lose you."

Clutching the large knife tightly in his hand, the blonde male continued to slice at the animal, trying his best to seem casual. Hunters were different from Stalkers. Stalkers were humans or half-breeds, out to kill any vampire be they good or evil. Hunters however, were mostly full-blooded vampires, who killed upon the king's command any vampire deemed traitorous or unworthy.

Ducking down suddenly, Milliardo swung around in a spin, taking off the left leg of the first hunter with his knife. The man immediately fell, writhing in pain and the ex-prince attacked, severing his head from his body. Feeling himself pulled roughly back by his long hair, Milliardo struggled against the second attacker, feeling a blade slice across his own throat.

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Treize sat tall upon his horse as he overlooked the handful of Hunters he had gathered to accompany him on his search for the princess. He had decided to leave that night, ordering the main captain of his guards to keep watch over the queen.

"But sir, what of the four hunters we sent out to assassinate the young prince?"

"Call them back. If he is not already dead, then he is certainly beaten into shame by now. He is no longer considered a threat and the Hunters are needed for a much more important manner. Upon their return, two are to remain here by my wife, send the other two to meet up with me. Is that understood, Otto?"

"Yes, your lordship." His servant bowed respectively. "Your orders shall be carried out as commanded."

TBC…