Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Wars ❯ Do You Believe? ( Chapter 1 )

Hello, this is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction! So please let me know what you think, and if I should continue the story or not!? It contains the characters of Gundam Wing, like Trowa, Heero, Duo, Quatre, Wufei, Zechs and Trieze. I don't own these characters, they are owned by the anime creators. I am using 2 of my own that are based on me and my friend (The only chicks in the story), Krista Noventa (me) and Minako Kisato (Iris). Hope you like it!

In the streets of New York, a woman screams her last breath, and a shadow figure descends from her dead body. Terror in her still eyes and her body completely untouched, except for the two punctured wounds upon her neck.

Vampire Wars

A girl walks down the busy streets of New York City; the strands of her black hair fly up from the wind towards the sun.

"Hello, I'm Krista Noventa. I'm 18, and I work for the Michigan Police Force." She stops by a shop window, and gazes at the cross necklace hanging from inside. "I was sent to New York to figure out the reason why people were found dead with all their blood drained! Now I know what you are thinking, a vampire. But they are nothing but urban myths, just like unicorns, leprechauns and fairies! I went through the same speech with my boss!"

Flashback

A newspaper slams down on a desk, with the picture of the woman seen dead from before. "8 people so far!" Grunts the overweight, balding man as he picks up a cigarette. "All with their blood drained from their bodies, and having 2 little holes on their neck. And you're going to tell me it's not a vampire!" Krista's cheeks turned bright red as her boss and fellow police buddies laugh their heads off. "I still say Mr. Peterson, there's a rational explanation. It's probably just someone mimicking a vampire; they can't be really after blood! They just can't be!" But they just kept on laughing, making Krista turn red even more. "All right, all right." Mr. Peterson finally blurted out, "If you're so sure it's not a vampire, then why don't you take the case rookie! Maybe it'll move you up to a sleuth, if you can prove it's not a vampire!" More laughs came once again from them, as Krista snatched the paper and stormed off. "All right, I will." She shouted before heading out the door, "And I'll prove to you all there is no such thing as vampires and I will become a Top Gun!"

End of flashback

"I will prove them all wrong!" Fire burned in Krista's emerald eyes, and with a mad laugh she yelled, "And I will become a Top Gun! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Her laugh was cut short when she realized all that she said was out loud, and people were staring. A sweat drop formed on her head, and resumes walking down the streets like nothing had happened.

The sun beat down on the detective, as she sat uncomfortable in a lawn chair. Her shoulder length hair was tucked behind one ear, and she held a green sparkly pen in one hand jotting down information that was being given by the parents of the woman that died. "They were of no use." She thought dragging her feet down Main Ave. Krista frowned as she glimpsed at her wristwatch, "Damn, it's 9:00 already?!" She thought, "I need to get home, New York isn't a safe place for a beautiful woman like myself to be walking in... alone…at night!" Krista told herself, "Besides, I don't have a license here, or a car. Damn, that means I have to take…the bus."

Two doors swing open, and what looked like a man appeared waiting for Krista to get on the bus. She hesitates, but finally gives in and hops on. In the back, she stared out the window. "I wonder, I wonder what sicko would want all that blood for? Why is he…or she only killing women? I just don't get it." The brakes suddenly slam, and Krista's head flies forward to the seat in front of her. "Last stop!" The husky bus driver cried. Rubbing her head, she glances at the street sign outside. "But this isn't my street!" "Sucks to be you, cuz it's mine!" The driver barked and stepped off the bus, Krista did the same. "But you can't just leave me, I paid for a ride to my apartment. And I demand that you…" Before she could even finish, the man hopped back on the bus and slammed the doors on her face and sped off. "RUUUDE!!!" Krista yelled wailing her fist in the air. Her voice echoed through the empty streets. "Okay, that's fine," she said sarcastically. "My place is only a few blocks away, I'll be fine…" She turns around quickly to make sure no ones behind her, "Why did I have to leave my gun at home?!" Her heart pounded as she started to walk through the dark road, "I'm cool, I'm cool, I'm…" WHOOSH! She booked it down the streets, leaving a little cloud trail behind her.

Up on a balcony, a lone figure trails his finger on the rail, following the paranoid detective. A smirk upon his lips as he watches her, and in an instant, he stood across the apartment Krista ran into. Krista swung the door open and slammed it shut, putting the chain on and double locking it. She leaned against the her door and breathed a sigh of relief, "Home safe." She mumbled, but a gust of wind had awoken her relaxation. Her muscles tense, as she stared at her balcony window. A shadow figure of a man stood behind the lace curtains, his eyes glowed as bright as the moon that draped in the background. Krista trembled; her hand grabbed the gun from the small table, and drew it on the stranger. "Who are you!?" She demanded. He stood still for a moment, then as if he was floating walked from the curtains. His dark brown hair covered one eye; the other eye shined like a candle, but at the same time shined a light jade color. A smile formed on his emotionless face, and a gleam came from his mouth. Sharp teeth on the top row stood on opposite ends, Krista's eyes grew wide from this site of this. "You, it was…" But before she could say anything else, she choked as the man wearing the black turtleneck finally spoke. "You don't believe." Krista couldn't say anything, as he passed a mirror hung on the wall. There was no reflection in it. "You don't believe, Detective Noventa." Now he was face to face with the terrified child, and before she could shoot he grasps her wrist and slams her against the door. The gun spins off into the darkness. Krista tried to scream, but nothing came out as he grabs her hair and yanks her head back. His teeth digged into her skin, blood drip down her neck and began to suck. Her eyes were catatonic, "This can't be happening." She thought. She felt weak, and in a last attempt to get him off, she grabbed the first thing in her purse. She flung it towards him, and in an instant he let go and covered his face hissing. A chain hung loosely from her clenched fist, and a silver cross glistened in the moonlight. He backed up, and onto the balcony rail, disappearing into the shadows.

Krista sank to her knees, gasping for air she already had. "Help" she cried in a weak voice, "Please, someone." She stumbled out the door, still repeating for someone to help. No one came. She struggles down the stairs, blood still dripping from the holes in her neck. "Help." She whispered straggling in the streets. Finally, she stumbles in a Quickie Mart and passes out on the floor. The people could only stare in shock, as she lay there unconscious.