Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Eternity Reborn ❯ Chapter 1: Awakening ( Chapter 1 )

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Eternity Reborn

Pairings: Heero x Duo, Trowa x Quatre, Treize x Wufei x Zechs, Hilde x OC, Sally x Wufei, Dorothy x Relena and so on and so forth.

Warnings: Lemon, yaoi, yuri, swearing, death (no main characters), violence, possibly some self-mutilation, etc.

~lyrics~ (possibly in later chapters)

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Chapter 1: Awakening

(Duo)

I awoke with a horrendous hunger for blood. Why? Why was I even awake at all? Damn it! I cursed in my mind. The smell of inbreeds permeated my chamber sickeningly, clinging to the stale air. I licked immensely dry lips and stood up on long since unused legs, intent on following the disturbing scent that seemed to waft from every direction around the dim underground of my tomb. The mere presence of the scent bothered me excessively. What the hell were inbreeds doing in my resting place!? Filthy wretches!

I climbed solemnly from my self-proclaimed grave, creeping awkwardly on unsteady limbs towards the nauseating smell. When I finally reached the point where I could actually hear the voices of the despicable creatures traipsing around over my head, I thrust an angry fist straight through the earth and grabbed the first leg that came into direct contact with my grasping fingers. I pulled the shrieking beast down through the soft dirt, all but yanking the female inbreed through the too-tight space my fist had left. The others scrambled about like gutter rats above my head and I could hear someone calling out to them through sickly, girlish giggles. It must be the leader, I assumed idly, hardly caring as my hollow eyes settled on the worthless creature cowering in front of me.

“Please, your highness, we mean you no harm. P-Please take mercy,” the pretty young girl pleaded, her eyes shimmering with barely concealed fear. She was shaking, quivering really as I loomed over her. I smirked down at her maliciously. She was a pretty little thing, but too bad for her that I wasn't into her kind.

“Mercy? Mercy would be to put you out of your misery. I'm curious, can you even go into the sun's light?” I asked conversationally, an eyebrow raised in question, boredom apparent in my voice as she struggled, attempting futilely to escape from my grasp. It really was no use of course. I was still going to kill her, no matter what her answer was, no matter how much she begged to be spared. Her life was mine to end.

“N-no master, we cannot go into the sunlight,” she replied shakily, her voice hardly more than a broken whisper in her obvious fright. How pitiful. I glared down at her in unadulterated disgust.

“I am going to show you what it is like to die, having all of your blood drained from your veins. This will feel just the way all the innocents you've killed felt as they died in your arms. Just the way my Heero felt when Galarion killed him,” I smiled in twisted satisfaction at the panic and dread within her dull gray eyes as I attacked. She didn't even have the time to scream in horror as I plunged my razored incisors into her pale throat. The blood was absolutely putrid, but I could not afford to waste the precious liquid. I winced at the bitter taste, but drank anyway, sucking hard at the wound I'd made in her convulsing jugular, scarlet ribbons sliding from the corners of my mouth. As I drank the last drops of her tainted blood, I recalled the terrible night when my beautiful, pure Heero had been taken from me. I tried desperately to suppress the memories, but they flooded into my mind's eye anyways,pressing in demandingly and refusing to be subdued.

(Flashback)

“Heero,” I called out softly as I walked quietly through the door of our shared bedchamber on the top floor of our mansion. Where was he? He usually waited for my return near the front door, trying to scare me out of my wits, not that he succeeded too often. Oddly, he wasn't there that day.

As I entered our bedroom for the first time since I arrived home, I stopped abruptly and stared at the ragged bed. Torn sheets and tousled pillows were strewn across the plush mattress and I noticed blood stains on the once white satin sheets. An incredibly enormous, very worried lump formed in my throat and nausea swept through me furiously. 'Oh God! Please no, not him, not my Heero!' my mind screamed vehemently. I ran frantically into the bathroom suite off to the left of our bedroom and my breath caught in my chest, my lungs seizing as my eyes dropped to the morbid scene displayed before me. There he was. My beloved, my Heero, laid sprawled haphazardly on the black, marble-tiled floor with two perfect puncture wounds in the left side of his throat. There was blood seemingly splattered everywhere; on the tub, the once sparkling tiles, the towels and the pearly walls; it's as if he was thrown about the room, his crimson life fluid smeared everywhere. There is more of the scarlet liquid pooling beneath Heero's lifeless corpse. How could one mortal have so much blood inside of them?

There was a message written crudely in the make-shift ink of my lover's blood across the now cracked mirror, `YOU WERE WARNED MAXWELL,' it exclaims ominously.

So that was what this was all about. The clan, my clan, had killed my beloved Heero. I was very nearly overwhelmed with grief and an uncontrollable rage, my hands shaking with the strength of it. Tears of crimson and then real, gleaming silver teardrops fell from my unearthly amethyst eyes. My fury and sorrow fueled me as I cleaned Heero's fatally still body before making the bed up in new linens, and placing him there gently. I reverently placed his hands, resting the lifeless appendages upon his chest over his unmoving heart, fragile fingers laced together.

I ran out of the house, our home, to the shed in the rose garden, tearing through the plants, their thorns ripping my flesh and spilling my immortal blood,blood that could have saved my love from his fate. I tore the door nearly from it's hinges, disregarding the lock altogether and stumbled into the shed's shady interior. I took as much oil as I could possibly carry from the stock we'd stored there before making my way back to the mansion. I threw it all over the place, pouring it over the furniture walls and floors, tossing it over the paintings, the portraits and all the memories we'd made together as I made my way back towards our silent room where Heero stayed, motionless.

I dumped the remainder of the oil unceremoniously around Heero's deathbed, letting it puddle thickly beneath the bed and over the floor. I took a single match from my pocket and struck it in preparation for burning our home and my lover's body. It ignites into a tiny orange-red flame, barely more than a wink of light in a world of darkness. I then kissed Heero's blue-tinted lips one last time before I let the match fall, flames ripping along the wall and floor, already licking hungrily at my deceased lover, the sheets already catching flame.

I stalked out of the burning house in a melancholy fury that would have sent God, the angels, and Satan himself into hiding, cowering with their tails between their legs. Those demons were going to pay for this.

(End flashback)

I dropped the now limp, lifeless body of the half-breed girl, her eyes glassy like that of a doll's. I flung her body away from me disgustedly, her limbs flailing like a rag doll as I tossed her through the air effortlessly. It felt strange to be awake again, although my heart no longer beat; it hasn't since the day Heero was murdered.

I'd hunted down and killed each and every member of the clan I'd called my family. I remember crushing their throats within my jaws, ripping through flesh like tissue paper. I'd burned some of them into the pits of hell, the flames searing the vile flesh from their bones. I'd watched the weaker of them scramble like insects under a magnifying glass, smoking beneath the intolerable heat of the sun.

The last to fall had been Galarion, the leader of the clan and the one to have drained my beloved's life blood. I couldn't possibly kill him with the sun nor burn him; I couldn't even bring myself to drink his revolting blood. He deserved so much worse than that. I ended up tying him to an anchor and letting him sink to the very farthest depths of the ocean in a hidden cave that only showed itself under the light of a full harvest moon. He would not drown, for we didn't really need oxygen to live, so instead he would live on forever in the dark with no one to hear his silent screams, except for the spineless creatures that resided there. But, that hadn't brought my Heero back.

The old heartache threatened to overwhelm me again, but I pushed it forcefully back into the locked part of my mind. I then wandered back to the spot where I'd punched the hole through the dirt ceiling before. The half-breeds had been digging it out more, enlarging the hole so that I might push myself through it easily. Those idiots! Why had they awakened me to begin with, the fools!

I wriggled my way up through the musty earth into the dim light of torches or perhaps they were lamps; I couldn't really tell. It did not really matter. I would have been able to see even if there were no lights at all. I gazed around slowly, my eyes lingering on each of the creatures, calculating. There were more than I'd expected. They were all around me, encircling me as if welcoming me, the stupid inbreeds. One of them approached me courageously. She bowed gracefully, as gracefully as a half-breed could and I raised an eyebrow.

“My Lord, I am called Relena. Please allow us to welcome you into our humble clan,” She spoke in a slight tone that didn't really hide the excitement she was trying to subdue. I smirked amusedly.

“You call this a clan? This is just a group of animals. Animals searching for someone stronger to lead their pitiful pack,” I said distractedly as I regarded my pale hands in the non-light. I hadn't seen myself in over 2000 years after all. Some of them gasped at the insults that spilled from my lips purposefully. I raised my eyebrows now in challenge. What did they think they would accomplish by opposing me? A quick trip to Death's door, most definitely. I chuckled at my own inner musings. Surely, they were not so insane that they believed that I should be thanking them for rousing me.

“No, your highness, I wish to ask you for a most important favor. Please just listen,” she continued, her voice shivering just the slightest. I locked eye with her, staring incredulously. How dare she even speak of such a thing?

“A favor? What kind of favor?” I inquire, rather curious to comprehend what they could possibly consider so important that they would chance dying to awaken me. They really must have been getting more idiotic over the centuries.

“We need you to get rid of a certain person for us, a vampire slayer to be more precise,” she replies, feigning a calmness she does not possess.

At that, I laughed outright, the sound ricocheting off of the grungy walls. They really were crazy. They'd honestly come and awakened me, believing that they could just waltz in and start making demands of me. Hah! They obviously had no idea just who exactly that they were dealing with.

“That is not a favor. That's what you want me to do because you cannot. A favor entails that I do it out of the kindness of my heart. A favor is asked by one friend of another. Forgive me, but I am under the distinct impression that we are hard;y acquaintances let alone friends. You're far too weak, even to beat a simple vampire slayer vigilante. This really is pitiful. You honestly think I will just do this for you, just as a favor to you? How would I benefit from such a ridiculous notion?” I replied, my tone disbelieving before I broke out into a chortling laugh. They must have been completely mad.

“Well, we had hoped that you would. You see, he is no vigilante, your eminence. His name is Heero Yuy and he is quite well-kno--“ she started, but I cut her off before she had the chance to finish her sentence.

“What was that name?” I asked, barely believing I had heard correctly. Had she said `Heero Yuy'? That wasn't possible. Heero was dead and with him, his legacy as well. He'd been a magnificent vampire hunter, absolutely marvelous. That's how we'd met in the first place. He'd hunted me, ironically.

“Heero Yuy, your majesty,” she repeated softly, bowing again. I thought it a bit odd that she kept bowing instead of curtsying like a proper lady should. It made me wonder just how long I had been asleep for. I was also amazed and suddenly angered to find that I had not been mistaken in my hearing.

“Where is this Heero Yuy that you speak of?” I inquired genuinely curious, my tone sinking to a deathly low. He must have been an impostor, for my Heero had died more than 2000 years ago,I was positive. The thought of someone posing as my lover made my blood boil in my veins and I'm sure that my eyes were glowing an eerie crimson in my rage. The girl gasped, stuttering as she tried to answer.

“W-well, we're not really sure, my lord,” she gulped visibly as she finally gave her reply, “B-but we think he's somewhere in the Hokkaido region. That's why we need your help, your eminence,” she finished belatedly in a near whisper, backing away as I became visibly more furious with each passing word.

I grinned evilly at the pure terror in her and the others' eyes as they watched me. They were so incredibly imbecilic. Didn't they know that they should never show their fear to a predator? The cloying scent of it was thick in the air. They had absolutely no clue what kind of horror they'd unleashed. Shinigami had finally returned!



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