Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The First ❯ Chapter 6

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

The First part 6. Morbid and angst; a little lemon.

The physical pain Quatre had felt earlier was almost gone, his body had healed rather quickly and he continued to explore himself from head to toe. He looked at his nails that had grown at least three inches and tugged at his blonde hair that was already halfway down his back; he had heard that after death a human's hair and nails still grew. He began rummaging through some drawers in his and Trowa's room looking for a knife or a file or scissors, he had noticed some of the others had opted for long hair and nails but he had decided against it.

He opened up one drawer and noticed a large red velvet bag with a gold cord drawstring closing the top. He hesitated a moment but then curiosity got the better of him. If he and Trowa were going to be together forever he would find out all of the man's secrets. He reached down into the bag and pulled out a small plain gold ring that matched perfectly with the one Trowa wore on his left fourth finger, only this ring, was much smaller and smoother. He placed the ring on the dresser. The next and last thing he extracted was an oval frame, turning it over he saw a painted portrait on it. He froze at what he saw.

It was a head and bust painting of a young woman, perhaps just a little younger than himself. White gold hair framed her face and disappeared at the bottom of the picture. Her eyes were clear and blue, her features delicately set; she could have been his very twin.

"What are you doing?" Hearing Trowa's usually soft voice sound gruff Quatre spun around almost dropping the picture. Trowa was standing there, arms to his side his fists curled.

"I was looking for scissors or something, my hair and nails." Quatre opted to stop talking fearing he was making things worse.

Trowa's body language eased as he approached Quatre. "I'm not really upset. I suppose you would have found those things eventually.

Quatre glanced back down at the picture and then quickly back up to Trowa. "So she was your wife, your Genevieve."

Trowa took the portrait from him and looked upon it. A faint smile as if lost in memory overtook his features. "Yes. She was. She was beautiful and kind with a heart as pure and gold as her soft curls."

Quatre grew a little offended and uneasy. "I'm not her."

Trowa said nothing at first gathering up the ring and putting it gently back into the sac with the portrait. "Yes. You are. You carry in yourself her reincarnated spirit. Other than you being physically male you are my Evie."

Quatre swallowed and stiffened in his new lover's embrace, he had convinced himself that Trowa had loved him, as he himself had told him, but now he was having second thoughts. Did Trowa really love him or was he merely using him to replace his dead wife who he obviously still was obsessed about and in love with. He placed those thoughts into the back of his mind relaxing as Trowa's caresses eased him. "It is almost morning," Trowa cooed in his ear, "and we have yet to consummate our union."

Quatre melted into the kiss that Trowa was giving him. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined himself falling in love with a man in such a way. Trowa picked him up in his arms as if he was nothing and Quatre curled against his shoulder allowing himself to be carried to the bed.

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Duo stumbled into the graveyard, he had not yet drunk that night and the fight along with the blood loss had made him incredibly weak. He fell to his knees and began to laugh manically, knowing he would never make it back in time before sunrise. "Well if I am to die at least I'm at the appropriate place. Though it would be nice to live just long enough to tear Heero and that little slut of his limb from limb." He turned a little hearing a figure rustling behind him. He stammered almost in tears, his voice cracking. "Mother?"

The woman knelt next to him and drew him to her breast. "My poor son. Who has done this to you?"

Duo opened his mouth to speak. "How did you know?"

She held him close and stroked his hair. "A mother always knows when her child in pain."

"Then were have you been my entire life?"

She shrank back a little mentally at his sharp sarcasm. She unhooked the top row of buttons from her covered neck and slid the collar just a little past her shoulders. She brought his head to her throat. "Drink from me, Duo. Just as you did when you were but a mere babe, as helpless and defenseless as you are now."

She closed her brown eyes feeling his fangs bite into her and her blood being drained by him. She pressed him close until she herself began to feel a bit weak. Her fingers tangled in his hair and gently pulled him away. She looked into his eyes, their lavender color had returned, she could sense he was feeling stronger, at least strong enough to make it back to their home.

Duo averted his gaze wiping his chin and lips, he uncurled his fist showing his mother his bitten off ear. She looked at it a moment and then curled his fist back around it. "If not tonight then tomorrow we will simply have Hildie sew it back on. There won't even be a scar."

He looked back up at his mother her smile soft, her eyes peaceful. She was the one person who he hated as well as loved at the same time. She had cursed him to this life, yet she had always been there when he had truly needed her, loving him unconditionally.

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Heero's tears streamed down his face as he held Relena tight to him, stroking her hair, the tips had become soaked with her blood; he could feel her life slipping away. "Relena, I'm sorry. I never wanted you to be hurt." He whispered to her kissing her temple. He suddenly felt her lashes flutter against his cheek. He peered down into her face.

"You...can save me...Heero. Please...I want to."

"You don't know what you're asking of me. You do not know the consequences."

Her voice suddenly grew a little stronger as if she was putting her last bit of strength into her final words. "I...don't care. Do it...for us Heero...I love you...please...whatever it takes I will do...as long as it means...we are together."

The grip she had on his hand fell loosely to her side as did her head; she only had seconds. Without another thought he desperately plunged his fangs into her jugular and began to drink. He could taste his own tears as they mixed with her blood.

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"Where were you Lady? I was beginning to worry."

"Duo, he needed me. He was dying."

Treize narrowed his eyes. "My needs come before all others."

She did not back away as he approached her. "Yes. I know my lord. Forgive me." She looked up at him as he drew in a breath and smoothed her cheek inspecting the bite to her throat.

"You know if you were anyone else they would suffer a severe lashing at the least."

She titled her head to his touch. "Yes. I know. You have broken your own rules many times for me, and my son. And for that I have always shown you undying loyalty and devotion."

They looked into each other's eyes, locked onto each other's passions. Treize lowered his head, easing himself down as he took her lips with his. "It is to late now, but tomorrow night, you can show me how loyal and devoted you truly are to me then."

"Of course, my lord." She took his hand as he led her to the bed.

One of Treize's most sacred rules had been not to allow women who were with child into his family. Vampire themselves could procreate only by bringing in adults from the mortal world, but a few times some of the female mortals had been pregnant. If such a thing had happened and the woman did not agree to kill her child upon birth, then both the mother and unborn child would be put to death. Treize had declared it so, not because he relished in the killing of children, but because any child who was brought over with their mother would be half vampire at birth and so an innocent with no understanding would be condemned. Treize had held steadfast to the rule, breaking it only one time, when he met and fell in love with Lady Une.

She had not been a woman of high class or breeding when he had first seen her. Une, the only name she used for herself, was nothing more than a whore living on the streets of France, only a few months along with her bastard child. Still, she was rather graceful, though somewhat crude, and when washed and made up she was absolutely breathtaking. She had been the closest thing Treize in his many, many years had even considered love, and so, knowing full well what her condition was, he had brought her in, promising her that she could keep her child if she pledged her eternal love and devotion to him as well as the small babe. She had agreed and over the many hundreds of years he had educated her and taught her how to be one who was elegant and beautiful, a grand Lady.

Duo had been born months later, the first and only child that had been allowed to survive in Trieze's clan. Duo grew as a normal child did, for even though he had been brought over along with his mother Treize had not yet bitten him. And Treize, having found the boy as charming and beautiful as his mother, took him sexually when he was 16, using his body to see fit for his own pleasures, and as Lady had sworn her son to her master years before, she allowed it. Then, on the lad's twentieth birthday Treize had decided it was time for him to be fully brought over, thus ending Duo's aging process.

What Treize knew would happen, did. Duo's lifetime of knowing only the night, murder, sexual abuse and the taste of blood had basically driven him insane, a homicidal maniac who only knew pleasure when torturing others, feeling little or no remorse. Lady had cursed herself for her sins, her pride and vanity that led to the downfall of her child, and so as any mother would she did what she could to protect him and nurture him hoping one day to be forgiven by him.

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Quatre's clutched the pillow under him closely to his head and chest. His ass was high in the air, Trowa penetrating it again and again with his sex. Quatre whimpered beginning to feel the pure pleasure; he had been in no pain with Trowa as he had been with Treize and he wondered if the saying that it's different when you're in love was really true. "Trowa!" His cry was uncontrollable and he began to shake feeling the hot seed of the other vampire filling him, sending him over the edge. Trowa had already had an orgasm and with a final thrust he was finished.

He pulled out of Quatre curling next to the blonde boy who was now lying flat on his stomach. "Evie." He whispered holding Quatre closely and tightly against his body before falling off into sleep. The romantic fires of afterglow had been ruined for Quatre as he sat pinned in Trowa's strong embrace, wide eyed and fighting back tears. How could he have been so wrong?

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With her still wrapped in sheets Heero carried an unconscious but stronger Relena. It was less then thirty minutes until daylight and he had to find them shelter from the coming sun. He spied some caves in the distance, crude, but they were dark and secluded, a place they could rest peacefully. He thought briefly about what he would do. He was not strong enough to bring her fully across and if he could not find a way she would die within forty-eight hours of her transformation. He had to get to Treize, but if he returned would both of them not be put to death? Duo had no doubt made it back by now and had related the whole story, his version only of course. It would not surprise him if Treize didn't have a hunting party out for them by the next night.

Heero pushed the thoughts out of his mind momentarily as he made his way to the back of the cave. He sat himself down and pulled her close. He smiled a little as he felt her stir against him. Though tired and a little weak Heero still felt somewhat strong as if receiving from her a certain strength and calm by holding her to him. "I love you." Her breathed against her lips in chaste kiss before falling asleep, Relena nestled in his lap curled in his arms.

TBC...