Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Wing V ❯ Chapter 2

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Gundam Wing V
By Staria
All standard disclaimers apply.
OK this one is told from Staria's POV. If you've read any of my other stories you know how she acts. Hope you like it.

Part Two

I hadn't realized it, but I had backed up against the head board of the bed. Trowa still looked at me with hungry eyes. I knew those eyes would be dangerous now. If I looked right into them he could roll my mind if he wanted. I just didn't know if he would or not. It didn't matter how much I knew about the living dead, because I couldn't take my eyes off him. Whether it was shock or a mind trick I didn't know. All I knew was Trowa was right infront of me and crawling farther up onto the bed. He smiled still flashing fangs, that would take him a while to learn how to hide. He stopped right beside me, only inches from my face.
"I can feel everything racing through you Star. You don't have to be afraid of me." He whispered in my ear before nibbling on it. I jerked away from him. Trowa had never been this touchy feely. I mean not this fast atleast. This change had defiantly changed him. As I moved away I wasn't being careful at all and I snagged my arm on a corner of the bed. The shirt sleeve tore and I could feel blood running down my arm. Trowa froze, looking at my arm. His eyes followed the blood.
"You haven't fed yet have you?"
"No....." He didn't say anything else. I finished tearing the sleeve off, seeing that it was already ruined now and looked at him.
"Trowa, I can still tell it's you in there and I'm only doing this so you won't go on a rampage or something." I extended my arm to him and held it out. He stared at first, as if deciding to let into the urge or not. Finally he took hold of my arm and lowered his mouth to the cut. I couldn't help but watch as he licked at the free flowing blood, cleaning up my arm. I didn't jump until he started to suck on the wound, but I could feel his hands growing warmer as he did. When he finished the cut was dry and he had more color to him.
"Merci ma petite." he said brushing his head against my shoulder.
"French? Don't go acting total Jean-Claude vampire-ish on me. I'm not Anita Blake." He gave me a puzzled look so I explained the vampire novels I had been reading. He laid down, head on my lap, looking very amused as I spoke.
"Well it sounds to me that you really wouldn't mind if I did start filling this bit as your book goes. But I can't see you with a werewolf Star." he propped himself up on one arm and played with a lock of my hair. "Just with me."
I looked at him. He was still the same old Trowa but he had changed some and yet hadn't changed at all. I couldn't completely place it. I was brought out of my thoughts once again by finding us attached at the lips. I pushed away and got his attention focused again.
"Tro how are we going to explain this to the other guys?"
"Simple. The truth, but let them sleep now. You can tell them in the morning."
"Me?!?!?!"
"Oui. I shall be asleep by the time they wake up."
"Where in the basement?" I said a bit ticked.
"Oui. It's a safe place where I won't have to worry about being hunted. It's very dark and most of all it's close to you." He had wrapped his arms around me and closed every inch of space between us. "Now there are still a few hours left before I must retreat. What shall we do to spend that time?" He looked at me seductively for a moment before flipping me onto my back. I put my hands out on his chest keeping us separated.
"Trowa. No." I felt like I was scolding a dog, but he had to gain some control over himself.
"But ma petite I can feel your desires. I know how you feel right now."
"Trowa stop it now." He sat up and let out a frustrated growl.
"Why?" he asked looked down at me. I thought of sitting up but was too tired, too overwhelmed. I tossed an arm over my eyes and tried to think.
"Trowa, you need to relearn how to control yourself now. That's the only thing that's really different now. You need that control."
"But we could have so much fun without it." He smiled as he said it. I couldn't help but look at the fangs. God what was happening.
"I am going to bed." I finally said and pulled a blanket over my head.
"So you do understand." he teased and crawled under with me. I looked at him from under the covers.
"Behave or I'll wake the guys up now and make you explain things."
"All right. I'll be good." he pulled me up against him again. "I'll just hold you until you go to sleep and then I'll leave. All right?"
"OK. That's fine." I snuggled up to him and just remind myself that he was still my Tro Tro. He just had fangs now.

I woke up the next morning alone. I had to wonder if the whole thing had been a dream or not. I sat up and found that the dress shirt was ripped and there was a slight blood stain on the covers where I had bled before Trowa fed. It hadn't been a dream. I looked at the clock and saw that it was well after eleven. I never slept in that long. I crawled out of bed and headed down the hall to the bath room. Quatre was just coming out of him room when I was.
"I thought you might end up in there." He said after he saw me. He stopped when he saw my shirt. "Staria what happened?"
"It's a weird story. let me get cleaned up and I'll tell you and the guys down stairs. OK?"
"Ugh sure. You're OK right?"
"I think so. Confused but alive. Just meet in the living room in an hour."
"Sure. I'll tell the others." He went down stairs and I headed to the shower. I wanted to collect my thoughts. How was I to tell them that Trowa wasn't just dead but he was now the living dead and had come back to be with us. To be with me. The real question was could I handle him being a vampire?