Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The First ❯ Chapter 3

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

The First pt 3. More angst.

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Heero's head snapped just a little to the right from the force of the open hand that Relena had smacked him with; though his grip on her arm held. "I don't know who you think you are but you've no right to accost me like this under any circumstances!"

Heero's eyes narrowed as he looked at her trying her best to be brave, but the quivering of her bottom lip gave her away but even more so was the pure emotion of fear he could feel radiating off of her body, in fact his senses around this girl seemed to have tripled since he had encountered her. He looked down at her, a wry smile on his lips. "You are a liar."

She opened her mouth in a gasp and her eyes grew wide. "How dare, why I never, sir, let me go this minute or I'll scream to high heaven!"

All Heero found he could do was chuckle. "I don't think you will. Because I know you."

She closed her mouth and cocked a brow as a look if pure arrogance set in her features. "I do not think you can know me after only these few minutes."

He ignored her words and simply continued, trapping her between himself and an eight-foot high bush. "I can hear your thoughts, read your mind, almost. You see. I am different from other men, but then, you knew that about me, or else you would have not brought me down here, alone."

"Are you insinuating sir, that I am a woman of loose morals?"

Heero drew himself closer to her and while the other hand was still locked on her arm his free hand gripped her between the neck and shoulder as he brought his face to the opposite side of her head and to her ear. "I am merely insinuating that your thoughts and inner self are not as pure and innocent as you make them appear to others. For while your heart pounds with fear at my very presence and intimacy it also pounds with the very lust with which you desire me to ravage and abuse your body."

Relena's face went flush and she blinked once, slowly. How was it possible for this man to know her inner soul, she no longer had the will to protest. "My, arm, your, your hurting it."

Her voice was so soft Heero almost couldn't hear her words even with his keen hearing. "I'm sorry."

He eased his grip around her wrist, fighting a battle within himself as well. He had found he was being more forceful and evil then he had ever felt before, for when she had touched him with her bare flesh the urge inside of him to take this girl was so great that it frightened him, still somehow, he had managed to control himself with her, and for that he was glad. For also within him was his dead soul telling him the last thing in the world he wanted to do was to harm her.

He could smell her blood through her very skin as it mingled with her perfume-young blood and sweet blood, the blood of an innocent. He found she had relaxed in his arms now, her forehead resting on his chest. "I admit my thoughts sir, have not been pure and so if you are my punishment for my sin, do as you wish."

Heero closed his eyes and tangled his fingers into her hair gently pulling her head to the opposite side of where his open mouth and now protruding fangs set against her throat. His hand that had held her arm captive was now around her waist pressing her close to his body ready to support her when her legs no longer could.

Poised to bite and take her across he suddenly found himself hesitating. What was he doing here with this beautiful young girl, who had committed no crime other than to steel what little heart he may have had left. He growled deep within his throat and pushed her away, falling to his knees; covering his face he started shaking. "I suggest you leave Miss Darlian. Please leave while I still have some control over myself."

He sensed her still standing by him, and could feel her eyes upon him. Why? Why wasn't she running, he was giving her a chance to escapes, to spare her from hell itself. He felt her warm palm again as she placed it one his shoulder. He grew angry at her stubbornness, her stupidity. He tore his hands from his face and snarled at her causing her to stumble back against the bush. "I told you to leave you stupid bitch! Go now!"

Hands clasped to her chest and feet set to run, but she found she could not move. She stared at him on his knees panting and raving vulgarities at her, his eyes yellow and cat-like, wild and dangerous, his skin as white as a ghost, gray veins protruded form his neck and temples. He looked like a monster, a demon, but still she found herself unable to leave, not wanting to go for to her he was absolutely captivating and beautiful. She gasped again and turned her head hearing male voices in the distance, calling her name as they neared themselves to the gardens. She turned back to where he had been but he was gone.

"Miss Relena!"

She smoothed her hair and dress and regained her composure turning to the constable and his men. "Yes gentlemen?"

"You disappeared from the ball, we were worried. Where is the young man that escorted you down here?"

She tilted her head and fluttered her lashes innocently. "Young man? I don't know what you are talking about? I came down here alone."

"But we all saw you and a young man, dancing, and going to the gardens."

"Oh, yes. Him. We walked out to the patio and he suddenly felt ill and had to leave. So I walked down here alone, which I know was quite a foolish thing to do. But as you see I'm perfectly fine."

"But we're certain we heard a man yelling."

She took an arrogant tone. "Are you insinuating that I would lie?"

"Ah, no Miss Relena, but."

"What you heard, gentleman was probably no more than a wild animal or the wind" She picked up her skirts and began walking back up to the house. "Shall we return to the party then?"

Heero had hidden himself only a few feet away, his body returning back to normal, or as normal as it could be for a vampire. He had heard her words, which had only confused him more. Why had she played the fool and covered for him? She simply had to be mad. He began to turn but looked back one final time to watch her form as it slowly disappeared from his sight. "You do not fully understand what it is you are protecting Relena, and for that, stupid woman, you will no doubt pay with your very life."

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Trowa slowly pulled away from the delicate flesh of Quatre's throat. He had drunk from his new beloved slowly and sensually, savoring every drop and every smell. He licked the few drops that were left on his lips and watched lovingly as the eyelashes of his blonde beauty flutter open.

He at first saw the look of fear and disorientation and quickly placed his hands upon him to calm him; he pulled Quatre to his chest. "Quiet my love, everything is all right now. I have saved you and I will continue to protect you as well."

Quatre pushed away from him, his senses were running wild and the darkness of the room appeared daylight to his eyes now. He grasped the side of his neck that had started to sting. He felt sticky moisture and two pin-like holes; he slowly pulled his hand away, his eyes fearful again as he stared at his blood covered fingers. "What, what have you done to me, who are you?"

Trowa looked at him again quite emotionless. "I told you my name is Trowa Barton."

"I know your name. Don't play me for the fool. You aren't human, are you?"

Trowa slipped away from the other man and rose to his feet. "I am what you have only heard about in bedtime stories when you were but a babe. I am dead, yet alive. My body is cold yet I feel the heat of emotions. I am, what people have refereed to as the undead."

"You're a vampire." Quatre's words were more of a statement than a question.

"A vulgar and common term, but yes, that is what I am."

Quatre was relieved he was sitting because he suddenly felt weak again. "So, is that what you have made me now? Am I to be cursed as you are?"

Trowa knelt to his knees once again and held both of Quatre's hands in his own. "I have made you strong. I have healed your sickness. I have given you life eternal."

"And you have chosen this life for me have you Trowa? You have exchanged the hell of my previous life for another? You did not have the right to chose for me."

A tinge of guilt overtook Trowa; he closed his eyes and lowered his head. "No Quatre. I did not have that right."

Quatre's voice choked. "Than, why?"

The corner of Trowa's eyes welled up with tears just a bit as he pressed his temple to his and Quatre's hands. "Because, I love you."

Quatre froze a moment, unsure of how to react. He looked down upon Trowa as his head lay on their hands. He could feel cool tiny drops of moisture on his fingers. Never in his life would he have thought a vampire could cry.

Both men jumped at the pounding of the door and the call of Quatre's name. The young heir jumped to his feet along with Trowa, who stepped quickly to the window and opened it. Halfway out, he stopped his escape and grabbed Quatre once again, peering into his eyes. "I have only brought you half-way, your transformation is not yet complete so I will come for you tomorrow night Quatre. You will be here, waiting for me. Until then tell no one of me."

Quatre shook his head quickly, buttoning up his collar and closing the window. He walked slowly back over to the door composing himself a new sense of confidence overtaking him.

He opened the door seeing some servants and Relena. "Are you all right Quatre? We were worried about you."

He stepped past the servants as if they were not there and straight to Relena." He placed a hand to her cheek and stroked it bringing it to rest on the side of her chin. "I was just tired. I dozed off, I'm sorry if I worried you, my most precious sister." He leaned over and kissed the spot where his hand had just been and lingered there a few seconds, her very smell became almost overwhelming to him.

He took a breath, calming his passions and pulled away. "In fact I think I will retire even now. You will thank everyone for coming won't you and bid them good-night on my be-half."

She stared a moment at her brother, noticing that his hand had been somewhat cool, she seemed to sense a change in him but she shrugged it off. Perhaps he had had simply dunk too much champagne. "I will, of course Quatre."

Once in his room Quatre turned on only one lamp and looked into the mirror that hung on the wall; he could still see his reflection. He untied and unbuttoned his collar and slipped off his shirt. As he had done previously he put his fingers to the crimson fang marks. They no longer stung and in fact that section of his neck had become numb. His hand began to shake and he turned away from his own reflection, damning Trowa, but unable to bring himself to truly hate him. He had told him he loved him, no one had ever told him they had loved him before, in that way.

There were the giggling, shallow women who would flirt and amuse themselves at his expense, but he knew none of them truly wanted anything to do with him. For even though he was wealthy no one wanted to marry a man who was weak and sickly, but Trowa, Trowa had chosen him despite his weakness, his sickness. He had never considered being with a man before, but then again was love not the extension of one's self to another, regardless of gender? And when Trowa had touched him he had been so gentle and kind.

He finished undressing and slipped on his nightshirt, trying desperately to sort out his confusion. He sat on the bed and pulled the covers over himself as he lay down. Though he felt strong he also was feeling somewhat tired. He stared out the window from his bed. "I hate you for coming into my life Trowa? But still I am finding myself not wanting to live without you."

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Heero and Trowa met under the tree where just hours before they had made love. There was a moment of silence before Trowa spoke, in an airy tone Heero had never heard him use before. "I have found my First Heero. The one I wish to bring over."

Heero studied the other vampire and saw a feeling of contentment in his eyes he had never seen before either. "What of Genevieve?"

Trowa smiled. "This soul I have chosen is Genevieve herself. Her face, her actions, I can see her very spirit in him."

"Him?"

Trowa's voice softened in retrospect. "I promised to never love another woman Heero, and with Quatre I can love again, while still keeping my promise to my dearest Genevieve."

"Well lord Treize will certainly be happy. It's been awhile since he's had some fresh male tail. This may put you back up on his A-list Trowa."

The tawny haired vampire growled. "It's you again Duo."

"Don't sound all happy about it." He stretched his arms. "Good thing it'll be sunrise in an hour, cause I need some sleep today. I tell you there were so many beautiful men and women there I had a hard time choosing. But then I set my sights on this woman. She was so shy and docile, a virgin if I've ever seen one.

Trowa interrupted. "I'm not staying to hear this." He levitated his body and flew away.

Heero tried to join him but was stopped by Duo's grip on his shoulder. "You stay."

Heero complied but shrugged him off. "Make it quick will you." "Of course my friend. As I was saying she was shy, but I charmed down every barrier she had placed before me and soon I had had her naked and begging for me to make her a real woman. So being the gentleman that I am I gladly obliged her."

"Did you bring her over?"

"Hell no. I'm past all of that. You gave me enough headaches when I brought you over Lowe. No, I just fucked her like a beast and gave it to her good and as she was..." Duo stopped his story seeing Heero leaning against the tree. "Okay, I'll skip the gory details, but, I tell you Heero, there is nothing like the sensation of draining the life out of someone while coming in them. You should really try it sometime."

"You are truly sick, Duo, even for one of our kind."

Duo snickered. "What can I say? Treize is a good teacher, besides, at least I have the guts to take what I want."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"I saw you go out in the garden with the lovely Miss Darlian. In fact I've never seen you act with any mortal as you did with her. Have you chosen her?"

"None of our business."

"No. But I'm making it my business. You couldn't do it, could you? You froze and you choked." Heero tried to leave again but Duo halted his movements, this time his hand on his shoulder gripped him painfully. "She even offered herself to you didn't she and still, you didn't do it. Coward. Weakling. But then it's exactly what I expected from you."

"Let me go Duo."

"I just want to give you fair warning. That if you don't act upon this girl soon than I will. True I said I was finished bringing mortals over but just to see the look on your face as I fuck the shit out of her will be worth it."

A small urk escaped Duo as he found himself pinned up against the tree with Heero's hands to his throat and his breathe in his face; he seethed. "Why Duo? Why is it you continue to torment me? I should kill you right now and damn what Treize may do to me!"

Heero grew even more furious as Duo merely rolled his eyes and laughed, peeling Heero off of him as if he were paper and bringing him to his knees bending back his wrists painfully. "I'm stronger Heero, I've lived more years. You couldn't physically harm me if you tried. And as for tormenting you, no, I will never stop that. It's why I brought you over in the first place."

"What do you mean?" Duo released the Japanese man who quickly began nursing his aching wrists.

Duo sighed. I've led a long life, and even though it's been fun it has gotten quite boring from time to time. I was going through one of my bored stages when I met you. You were so pure and naïve. You amused me as no one had ever done before. I got a kick out of shocking you and tormenting you. I couldn't bring myself to give that up, so I brought you over to serve as my eternal dupe and occasional fuck toy. So that no matter how weary of this life I get I can always get a thrill out of torturing you. And you play the stooge so well. You fall every time into my traps. Face it Heero. You are pathetic-as a mortal and as a night stalker."

He jumped back suddenly, his old deranged, giddy self once more. "Well, I'm off to curl up next to my Hildie and get some much needed rest. I will see tonight won't I?" Heero watched him evaporate himself into a mist and float away.

Heero grew disgusted with him or was it more with himself. Duo was right. He was weak and cowardly. Trowa had told him once that he had to let go of his mortal self before he could accept his immortal self. For the past century he had fought the idea still clinging on to what he once was, and now he was realizing that it was perhaps time to let go of his past and take hold of his future and learn what it was to be a full-fledged vampire. And the first step would be to take the one he had claimed for his own. "Tonight Relena. I am coming for you."

TBC...