Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The First ❯ Chapter 1

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

I don't know much about vampires or the 19th century or anything like that but hell, I just had to write this, so with admitting my ignorance on such matters I don't want to here it and I giving out apologies in advance to those who know more facts than me.

The story is H/R centered. But it also deals with other relationships as well and so yaoi is also in the story along with het and implied yuri so lemon is here and there and everywhere throughout. The pairings are various, and not necessarily in order are 4+R 2xR 3x1 3x4 2xH 13x11 1x11 13x4 4xH 3xDC 6x9(cameo appearance) 5xSP 13x2(implied)+R and 2x1 implied (I'm sorry if there's a pairing I skipped there were so many).

This fic contains dark, morbid and gory parts which may disturb some and there is murder and death and violent sex throughout so be warned now. Oh also, I love Duo but for the story he along with Treize, Hildie and Dorothy are the bad guys in this fic, really bad guys. God I hope these are enough warnings.

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Heero pulled the high collared coat tighter around his body and adjusted his wide brimmed hat a little lower over his eyes. His sensitive ears picked up the sound of soft laughter entwined with that of a deeper chuckle. He flew around the corner waiting for the young couple to approach. He knew he only needed one of them to satisfy his thirst, but the second would be a liability and so too he or she must die. Two blocks more and he would have his meal.

A strange feeling crept over him as his ears picked up the sound of another cloak, besides his own, being blown by the howling wind. Damn it, why did he have to show up?

"So. What delicious mortals are you stalking for us tonight?"

"Be quiet. They'll hear us." Heero snapped at his fellow vampire.

"Oh please." He snorted with a wave of his hand. "Like they could really escape us.

"The point is," seethed Heero, "not to draw attention to ourselves."

Duo cocked a brow. "Oh but dear, Odin. Don't you know by now I love attention?" He turned his back to him and to the direction of the approaching couple. "Let's see. I feel like a manly meal tonight. You can have the scrawny female."

"But I stalked them first."

"Be quiet or they'll hear us." Duo snidely remarked. Heero's chilled blood boiled but he held his tongue. The man who prided himself on his cruel sense of humor was to close to lord Treize and was not one who's bad side you wanted to get on.

"Closer they come my friend. Can't you smell the sweetness of their blood?" Heero continued his silence to Duo's words. The couple rounded the corner and they commenced their attack. Muffled screams and useless struggles ensued for several seconds. Then finally, as they knew it would be, two young lovers lay dead in the alley with their throats torn open and their blood drained from their bodies. And, the two, whom dared attacked were gone, disappearing into the night.

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The sun shone bright in the young woman's face as she rose out of her bed. She breathed in deep as she stretched her arms above her head, feeling content after what had been another peaceful night of sleep. The knock on the door brought her fully to her senses.

"Miss Relena. Miss Relena." She took another deep breath before answering.

"Yes? What is it?"

"Your brother Quatre whishes to speak to you on an urgent matter."

"Send him in."

"But my lady."

"Oh please. My gown chokes me from my neck to my ankles. Send him in."

"Very well miss." She watched the door slowly open and around it peeked in a delicately featured young man with white gold hair and watery blue eyes.

"Ah, Relena. This is really awkward."

"Fine." She jumped back into bed and pulled the covers to her chin. "Better?"

"Y, yes." Quatre stammered sitting down on the side of her bed.

Though not her brother by blood, she had been taken in by his father as a ward when her own parents had died, they had grown quite fond of each other and had established a good friendship, although on Quatre's end his feelings went a little farther, though he was to much of gentleman to pursue one that was in his mind a sister, besides that, he had been sickly since the day of his birth and he wished not to burden her. He cleared his mind and focused on the situation at hand.

"Have you heard the latest on the serial killings?" Relena blinked and shook her head. "Two more people were slain last night. A couple who had not even been wed a week."

"That's so terrible Quatre. And the constables know nothing?"

"Not yet, Relena. In fact there is a curfew that has been established. Everyone must turn into their homes by sundown."

"Sundown? That will affect the costume ball we're having tonight."

"That's what I came here to talk to you about. I think we should cancel the ball." Relena rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Nonsense. We'll simply have the guests stay here tonight. We've enough room and the house has been so empty since papa left for Europe. Quatre shook his head.

"I've a bad feeling about this."

"Oh please dear brother. I was so looking forward to tonight." She had taken his hand and was holding it to her cheek. Quartre looked into her eyes and smiled warmly.

"How can I deny my sweet and darling sister? Fine. We will have the party tonight." She dropped his hand and squealed throwing her arms around him in a hug.

"Oh thank you! Thank you!" He hugged her back stiffly and closed his eyes unable to shrug his ill feelings about the coming night.

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"Oh my sweet. That simply was divine." Duo growled nestling his head comfortably in between two soft breasts. Hildie giggled, the points of her fangs showing somewhat in the dim lamplight, her fingers curling more into his thick auburn hair.

"Oh I can think of many ways to make you feel divine, my precious." She teased, lifting her naked upper body over his, to draw herself closer to his lips.

"Then by all means you must show me." He nipped at her shoulder but before he could do much more, a pounding on the door interrupted the moment. Still, Duo refused to let himself be distracted as he continued his oral assault on his mate. "Unless you care to come in and join us, then just leave." When there was nothing but silence and the pounding began once again, his mild irritation turned into outright anger. "What is it?"

"Sorry to disturb you Duo, but our lord Treize wishes to see us."

"As always perfect timing." He leapt out of the bed, his long braid flying with him, and grabbed his trousers off the back of the chair.

"But Duo." Hildie began to protest. "You said we would go stalking together tonight."

"Fine my dear. Then you can tell that to lord Treize" She sank back down under the covers declining his offer.

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"About time." Heero growled as Duo came out of the room. "You know how Treize dislikes being kept waiting. "

The guy's been alive for a few thousand years. What's five more minutes, eh? Besides, lord Treize knows the importance of a good fuck." Heero quickened his pace to catch up to Duo.

"I don't understand. You have chosen Hildie as your primary mate yet you feel the need to sow your wild oats elsewhere." Heero was cut off from his walking and slammed against the wall, pinned by Duo's body. The longhaired vampire's claw-like fingernails smoothed down his cheek.

"You should experience a good fuck yourself more often, perhaps one of these nights I'll allow you on top." Heero slapped the offending hand away, only to have it pinned against his head by Duo's stronger grip. "Tut, tut. You don't wish to make me angry now do you?" The smaller male averted his gaze.

"No, I don't." Duo released him and began walking away, chuckling.

"Always the one to concede first, eh Odin?" Heero looked at the back of the man and grew ill. Since the day he had met Duo Maxwell, his life had been a living hell, literally.

What was it? One hundred years ago tonight. Heero was surprised he even remembered.

~Flashback~

He had been born at the beginning of the nineteenth century, yet that is all he knew of his true origins. Orphaned at the age of two he had been taken in by a childless Japanese couple, that had immigrated to Europe, and given the name Heero. They were a poor farming family and worked long hours in the fields of one of the many landowners of that time. But when he had come into the age of being a man, his adoptive father had given him money that he had been secretly saving since they had found him. He told him to go out into the world and make something of himself and that he should as well change his name so as to prevent any prejudices that may occur due to it. And, so, Heero Yuy became Odin Lowe and by the age of nineteen, the young man with a false identity, but a true drive to succeed despite his desperate beginnings had made it into college. It was not the most prestigious of colleges, but it gave him the education he desired and the determination he needed to fulfill his dreams.

Little sleep, skipped meals and late nights at the library had become a normal routine his first year in college, though to him it was nothing new, having grown up knowing no other life than that of hard work and study. He had no social life to speak of and no real friends, often being left to his lonesome by others, who took his quiet and shy nature, as being rude and snobbish. However, on one of those late nights at the library, that changed when, another young man who appeared to be his age, with violet blue eyes and a friendly grin approached him.

He certainly knew the man was not college material, but he was quite friendly and had a morbid sense of humor that Heero had never really encountered before. He struck a friendship up quickly with him and it was in no time that Duo had gotten him away from his studies and into the dark underbelly of society. And thus, for the next month Heero had experienced life, as he had not known it. Duo had taken him to gambling rooms and pubs, brothels and cockfights, and even though at first Heero had a certain disdain for these things Duo had a magnetism that he simply had been unable to resist.

He had never thought Duo to be a philosopher or great thinker by any means, so when, one night, they were walking down a seemingly endless street, he found it odd when Duo had began speaking to him about life. "My friend. Do you realize how much fun you have been missing all of these years? True, some men dream of great careers and tons of money to buy them a nice home with a white picket fence, a darling little wife to pop out a couple of adorable children and to end life dying happy of old age in their sleep. Tell me Odin, is that your dream?"

"A normal life is all I ever wanted Duo. It's all everyone wants isn't it?"

Duo's laugh was somewhat shrill and had always made Heero shiver somewhat. "No. Not everyone. Imagine Odin. A life where you never grew sick or old, never had fear, only incredible power, control over the lives of others even."

"I don't know. For such power one seems to always have to pay a price."

Duo suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders stopping him and before he could pull away, his new friend was kissing him, full on the lips. Heero pushed away, stumbling back, angered, scared and confused. He shot his hand to his mouth to wipe away what he thought was saliva, though when he looked on his hand he saw it was in fact, his own blood.

He raised his eyes to look up at Duo who looked quite casual, even when his tongue darted out to lick his lips clean of the blood that Heero knew was his. "Delicious."

Heero was terrified and wondered how he was still standing let alone confronting him. "What was that? What the hell are you?"

Duo laughed it off, back to his jovial self. "It's a joke my friend, I was teasing." He then put his arm around Heero. "You really need to lighten up, Odin. Go back to your dorm and get some rest. I have a big night planned for us."

Heero turned watching his friend walk away, his long braid swaying a little in the cool breeze. Pulling the collar of his jacket up around his neck, he turned his thoughts to the weather to get his mind off of what had just happened. He shivered and rubbed his bare hands together. Winter was approaching and he had always hated the cold.

It was that night Heero knew he should have run, run as far away from Duo as he could have gotten, though something told him that no matter were he went, the dark mysterious man could no doubt, always find him. So, as obedient as his foster parents had been to their masters, the first year college student met his friend again the following night. And it was on that night Duo Maxwell revealed his true nature to Heero.

The brown haired, Prussian eyed man had just stepped out of the local brothel looking for Duo when he heard muffled cries from around the corner. He quickly looked to see a tall figure holding the body of a limp prostitute in his arms. Her clothes had been torn from the upper half of her body and blood ran down from her throat. Heero could see her face, pale and wide-eyed; the look of mortal fear still set in her dead features.

He then saw another face looking at him and as his eyes fixed on that face he realized it was Duo's. His lips and chin were covered in the woman's blood and his eyes were as wild as a cougars. "You seem shocked my friend," Duo chuckled.

Frozen in his place Heero's stomach cramped and he was unable to hold back the retching of his insides as they spilled to the ground. He felt light headed and weak unable to support his own body weight, darkness overtook him.

~End Flashback~

"Duo being his usual self?"

"Huh?" Heero turned to see Trowa. Another man only a few years older than he, who had been brought into the fold many years before Heero, but by a Chinese man known as Wufei.

Unlike Heero, who had been unwilling, Trowa had sacrificed his life to the damned to exact revenge upon those who had killed his young wife who had been carrying their first child. She had been accused of witchcraft and stalked like a wild animal and upon her capture she had been tied to a stake while the other villagers held him down and gagged him, forcing him to watch as she slowly burned alive.

To this day he told Heero he could still remember her bloodcurdling cries and smell her burning flesh and that of his unborn child. And then, when there was nothing left but silence he had sworn to himself to never love another woman physical or otherwise. And he had kept his oath for all of these years and was set to never break his promise. And, having devoted his mind and body fully to that vow, Trowa only feasted upon men and other men were all he had ever taken into his bed. This had made Heero admire Trowa's loyalty and strength along with his respect for the older vampire that he found he didn't have for any of the others.

"So tonight begins your anniversary Heero. The night you get the right to bring others into our fold."

"I would never damn anyone to this life."

"Why do you still fight it Heero? Accept what you are and get on with the life you have. You will never be mortal again. Never see a sunrise or feel the heat of the sun's rays on your skin. Never to hear the sound of any birds other than the owl. Never to have any part of the life which you lost."

"You're not making me feel any better Trowa."

"My apologies."

"You yourself have not yet brought anyone in and you have years on me? Why is that?"

"The first person you bring in is your eternal mate, Heero, and though you may take liberties with any others you choose, your first is the one you dedicate yourself to, only under lord Treize of course. I've yet to find anyone who even comes close to my dear Genevieve. No other woman can ever compare to her. And since I have sworn off females I..." Trowa grew silent and Heero took the cue that he no longer wished to continue the conversation.

Both men were soon in the main hall of their lord Treize and, as he had done many times before, Heero studied their so-called leader. His ginger hair was smoothed back in waves from his face, his opalescent skin appeared smooth and his deep blue eyes, under devilish looking brows, sparkled as if they were sapphires. It was said he had been a knight of King Arthur himself, others said he had been a Roman gladiator, and still there were those who said he was once a kindly, just king who's lands fell to an evil invader who darkened his soul a hundred fold turning him into a ruthless, bloodthirsty demon. Whether any of these rumors were actually true, no one was really sure.

He was sitting in his throne like chair and one of his favorite pets, Wufei sat at his feet, his head resting in Treize's lap, his shoulder length raven locks being smoothed by Treize's own fingers. Around their lord's neck were the arms of a woman, who was thin and pale. Her beauty was truly exquisite, disguising well the beast that dwelt inside of her. He cupped her hand with his free hand and brought it to his lips. "So Lady. What do you think of the young woman Millard has chosen as his mate?"

"Common breeding my lord but quite lovely nonetheless, Lucrezia was it?"

The shivering young woman knelt in a stoned trance and lowered her head. Her cloths were those of a peasant, but her face and body spoke of elegance far above her breeding. On the right side of her neck, was fresh blood that had just begun to dry, around the fang marks of Milliardo. His long platinum blonde hair hid his face as he knelt behind her in submission to Treize. Their lord rose from his seat breaking the embrace of Lady Une and causing Wufei to rise up himself and step into the arms of his own chosen First. A golden haired woman with two braids, Sallyna yet simply called Sally by most. He had been a prince from an ancient Chinese Dynasty and she had been rumored an Amazon.

Treize approached the young woman and laid a flat palm on top of her head, stroking her hair and bringing it to rest upon her cheek. He tilted her head up and looked down into her face. "You do understand what is expected of you, in order to fully join us? Are you willing to swear allegiance to me and me alone? I will be your master above all else and at anytime I call upon you to serve me in anyway, without question or protest."

Sacrificing a chosen's first night of intimacy to Trieze was what one paid to bring someone into the fold. Only he possessed the power to bring another fully across and it was yet another demand he ordered to prove one's absolute loyalty and obedience.

She swallowed hard, saying nothing, only shaking her head in consent. A thin-lipped smile crossed Treize's lips as his eyes began to glaze over the rest of her body. He took her hand and brought her to her feet. "Now, my dear, I shall take you back to my chambers and we shall seal the deal. You've chosen well Milliard. After I finish her transformation, then of course you can do with her whatever it is you like."

The tall long limbed man nodded, slowly rising to his feet trying to disguise his pain as he watched Treize lead his beloved away. The ginger haired man stopped but a moment to turn towards Heero. "Congratulations on your anniversary. I trust you will not disappoint me as others have had." He glared a moment at Trowa before continuing on his way with Lucrezia in tow.

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The young debutante inhaled and swallowed a cry as her maid tightened another inch and tied her corset.

"You should feel lucky Miss Relena. It's not often a girl has to take in her waist only two inches."

"It still hurts like hell Nora." She spun around as the woman helped her on with her gown. The material was dark gold and matched her hair. The bodice was low cut, naturally enhancing the swell of her breasts that had been pushed up by the restricting undergarment. The skirt's white pearl beadwork was intricate and detailed. Her gold and diamond necklace added elegance to her long neck and brought even more attention to her breasts.

She sat down in front of her vanity and watched as Nora arranged black and white swan feathers in her hair that had been swept up in a curled coif with ringlets hanging down around her neck and temples. She twirled the handle of her feathered mask in her hands.

"I do pray this party will be a success Nora. And I hope people set aside their fears and come tonight."

"You know my opinion miss. You are much too fearless and bold for one of your upbringing. A nineteen year old girl should be married by now working on babes of her own."

"Nora, please. I refuse to marry just anyone and if that makes me an old maid then so be it. I care not what others think of me."

"Mr. Winner will not support you forever. Do you know how embarrassing it is for him to have a beautiful ward and she has yet to wed?"

"Oh please. Papa is not so shallow and I wish not to debate anymore with you." She rose from her chair and spun around. "Well I guess I look like some type of bird." She opened the door to her room. "Now to find my brother."

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Trowa and Heero had decided to go stalking together that night but they found that the aristocratic pickings were slim, due to the ball being held at the Winner estate. So they feasted upon a couple of the commoners and having satisfied themselves fully, they decided to rest for a while under a tree. Heero snuggled his head against the other man's chest as he found comfort in his arms.

"It's a beautiful night Heero, though strangely quiet. Something is going to happen."

Heero straightened himself a little pulling the taller man's head down so that he could steal a kiss from him. Trowa had no problem returning the gesture, even going a little further as he slipped his hand into the Heero's trousers. The brunette moaned as he felt his lover's strong grip tighten around his member and begin stroking it gently.

Their osculation deepened and grew more violent as both vampires went at each other. They nipped at one another's bodies and tasted each other's blood. Trowa took Heero's girth into his mouth and down his throat. His tongue lapped at the seaman and blood that had seeped from the lacerations of Heero's sex that Trowa's fangs caused as they grazed against the tender flesh.

Growling and moaning form the sensations, Heero released himself fully into the gulping throat of the one who was pleasuring him. He convulsed somewhat though was calmed right away by Trowa's soothing touch and kiss upon his cheek.

"Prepare yourself Heero." Complying too Trowa's warning, he bent his knees and raised them to his sides. He released a small cry as the larger man thrust into him with one swift, forceful motion and continued his repeated ramming and reaming of Heero's anis. Trowa knew exactly where to probe and how to probe to bring his lovers to the fullest height of their senses. Heero clung to the other man his nails digging into his back as his ecstasy grew. Trowa tightened his own grip around Heero drawing him closer as he yelled out into the night flooding Heero with his seed and ending the fuck with a final thrust.

Heavy breathing was all that was exchanged between them as they lovingly held each other for several seconds. But their harmonious afterglow was interrupted by single applause. The parted from one another and looked up to see Duo. "Great show you two. But I am disappointed you didn't let me in on your little tryst. So let's just say you owe me."

The two men rose to their feet and dressed while Duo continued to harass them. Finally having enough, Trowa snapped.

"Just because you're one of Treize's number one fuck toys doesn't give you the right to lord over us."

Duo sighed. "Oh Trowa. Just be glad I like you. Now if you two are done screwing each other than I have a party for us to go to."

"The Winner ball?"

Duo clapped his hands again. "My Heero you are a sharp one aren't you." He produced from his pocket three invites. "The gentleman who originally had these on his person suddenly took a long trip to the bottom of the ocean. Of course, everyone thinks he is still in Rome. His three nephews just arrived today from England. Needless to say they to met their demise, though they are reunited with their uncle. So in their place will be us. Duo threw his arms around each shoulder of the other men. "My friends. Tonight will be a night for us to remember."

To be continued....