Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Saving something pure ❯ Lost Legands ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: Errr... do I really have to repeat this; I'm about to start cheating with copy and paste. Anyways, Gundam Wing doesn't belong to me, neither does the characters, even though I spend most of my time dreaming of them and drawing nu-Oops, ha ha, I'll shut up now.

Prologue: Slayers of Legends

Leaning back in his black leather chair, Doctor. J cleared his throat with a deep cough. On the left hand side of his office, a clock chimed half the hour past midnight. Soft orange glow from the flickering candles around the room, threw shadows over the three teenage boys sitting in front of him. Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton and Quatre Winner, all Slayer apprentices. Aged eighteen, their abilities were outmatched throughout Los Angeles. Heero in particular. They bear the mark of the vampires. All Slayers are people who have been bitten and have survived are exiled to the life of a Slayer, half-human, half-vampire. They show amazing resilience to the shadow world and they remain with their soul intact. They kept the inhuman strength with them too, proving to be one of the best Slayers yet.

The boy had most intense Prussian blue eyes that pierce you to the very bone. They his amongst the chocolate brown bangs. The way he held his posture told you everything. `The perfect soldier'. Doctor. J smiled as he placed his hands on the dark oak table that was littered with old dusty books containing old inscriptions of legacy and information of the shadow world. Namely the Vampires. The Vampires are erotic, mysterious beings on the planet. Their lured their victims by seducing them, promising them of life beyond their wildest dreams, then they went in for the kill. The humans had to be special if they were spares their blood and turned. The word turned meant, turned from the light and thrust into the darkness.

Spreading his thin fingers and relaxing them, his eyes swept across the three boys who sat in silence.

"I was lucky enough to come across a Slayer before he passed into the shadow world. He told me the legend of the very first Slayer to ever walk on this world.

His name was Garaith and he was a Slayer to a King. They grew up together, fighting battles after battles side by side.

The king asked Garaith to protect his only son, Duo as he attempted to drive the forces of darkness out of the kingdom.

Swearing on oath to the King, he followed the Prince on his mission.

The dark Mistress, Relena and her army ambushed the Prince and his army. Garaith fought valiantly to save his Prince's life. People say that he fought on a mound of ash of at least sixty Vampires that had fallen by his silver sword, but they kept coming. For every one Vampire Garaith turned to dust, five replaced it. An unlucky blow to the head sent the Slayer unconscious. Before the black claimed his sight, he saw the victorious Vampires carry the still fighting Prince away"

The young Slayers had their eyes glued to their predecessor, enraptured in his tale.

"When he awoke, he was alone, left for dead by the Vampires. He tracked the progress of the clan to an underground layer in the Shadow Mountains. Upon discovering the ritual of Turning the still struggling Prince who was chained to the floor with bite wounds on his neck, arms and legs, The Slayer was enraged and killed the Vampires, but the Prince and his obvious Sire were gone. Too ashamed of going back to the King with a failed mission, he turned to exile, in search for the prince. He never found him"

"What happened to Garaith?" Quatre asked in a soft voice.

"No one knows. Maybe he did find the Prince and never lived to tell about it. Who am I to say? No one knows of his final destiny, but his name will never be forgotten"

Silence met the end of his tale as the young Slayers took all the information in with greedy minds.

"I told this because I wanted you to understand your heritage. Understand who you were" The Doctor swivelled in his chair and stood by the large windows. Moonlight flooded his form, making his already pale skin a deathly white. His cold eyes looked down on the bustling streets of Los Angeles. The unexpecting nnocents, not knowing their fate if it was allowed to come to pass. //Ignorance is bliss…// His expression was grave.

"These are dark times. Vampires are multiplying by the hundreds; the Dark Mistress has taken the final steps of declaring war. She has found her self a new mate called, Shinigami." Quatre gasped, Trowa's Green eye widened, the other been covered by soft brown bangs and Heero was expressionless.

"You know of whom I speak. The god of death, Shinigami has risen from the darkness. Of what part he plays in this, I cannot foretell, but what I do know is his heart is troubled. He was taken unwillingly and apart of him has remained pure. We need to act quickly, if he stays with Relena, he will be surrcom by her."

"Man this is like a cheesy horror movie or something," Quatre said. Trowa nudged him with his elbow, telling him to keep silent.

"Now. I want you to keep training, mentally and physically. Vampires have mental abilities…Keep safe" The three boys took this as time to go and left the Doctor to his thoughts in the bathe of moonlight

TBC…

This is very short since this is a prologue. Bare with me, it will take time since I am also writing two other fics called, `Unconditional Surrender' and `Coming back to you' Thanx, R=+R= UPDATE!!!! My favourite sum ^_^