Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Vampires call ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4

 

 

Heero stared down at the still sleeping figure, drinking in the sight he hadn't seen in seventy years. He had begun to fear that his imagination had made the boy more beautiful than he really was but was happy to find that it hadn't. He sat beside him on the bed, watching as the stasis spells slowly wore off. Duo's breathing slowly began to increase and his skin took on a healthier tone as his blood began to flow at a normal rate. He smiled as cold skin began to warm and eyelids began to flicker. He leant over him and slowly captured his lips in a gentle kiss. Still mostly asleep Duo responded, mind caught halfway between the dreams Heero had given him and waking. Duo moaned softly and Heero deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth with his tongue.

 

Duo moaned responding as a gentle tongue coaxed his out to play. His moan changed tone to disappointment as that talented mouth left his but he gasped as it moved down his neck, arching his head back to give better access. He writhed on the bed as it hit a sensitive spot below his ear.

 

“Duo.” His eyes fluttered open at the whisper, still hazed with sleep. He reached a hand up to trace the familiar face, a face he saw in his dreams. Blue eyes met his and the other teen smiled down at him.

“My beautiful mate.”

 

“Yours?” Duo breathed in confusion. His mind was foggy, he couldn't think as cool hands flittered gently across his body, slipping up under his shirt and causing him to gasp as they touched his skin.

 

“Mine always.” Duo smiled sleepily and sighed in contentment as the mouth returned to his. He groaned as once again the other pulled back.

“Shh, you're not ready yet. Go to sleep Duo, this is just a dream. I will see you when you wake.” Duo stared at him in confusion but his eyes were already drifting shut again into true sleep.

 

Heero held him as he slowly relaxed into sleep. He gently gathered him up and stood; leaving the room and heading for the room he had set up for Duo until he would come to his bed. He laid him on the black sheets, marvelling at how good his mate looked on the silk before covering him with the covers and reluctantly leaving the room.

 

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“Sire?” Heero turned to face his youngest Childe and smiled.

 

“Yes Trowa?” He extended his hand and the younger vampire came to him willingly, relaxing into his side.

 

“Must the Council representative stay here? Quatre.”

 

“You will protect him won't you?”

 

“Always.” Trowa said immediately and without thought, a left over from when Heero had bound him as his pet fifty years ago. A year later he had taken him as his Childe and he had never had reason to regret that decision.

 

Flashback

 

Heero watched as Trowa patiently helped Quatre with his reading, gently correcting any mistakes. He smiled as Quatre laughed happily at his companion. He had done the right thing when he accepted Wufei's offer and had wiped Trowa's memories. The mortal was happy now and Quatre had a friend and protector. Heero frowned as a sudden thought came to him. How would Quatre react when his friend began to age before his eyes? Even a well cared for pet would only live so long. Making up his mind Heero made his presence known to the two.

 

“Papa!” He easily caught Quatre as the blond threw himself at his father. Trowa bowed respectfully to his Master. Since altering his mind Trowa had very rarely been put under, as he had no reason to go against his Master.

 

“Hello little one. Have you and Trowa been having fun?”

 

“He's helping me read!”

 

“That's very good. But it is time for bed now.”

 

“But I'm not sleepy Papa.” Heero fought to hide a grin as Quatre pouted childishly.

 

“Aren't you?” He looked his Childe in the eyes and watched as they began to slowly shut sleepily. He cradled Quatre gently as the teen yawned wide enough to reveal his fangs.

 

“Not sleepy. Not…” Quatre trailed off as his eyes slid fully shut and his body stilled in the death like sleep of their kind. He lay limply in Heero's arms as he moved to the bed. A quick glance at Trowa and the mortal moved to pull the blankets back obediently.

 

“Come with me Trowa.” He turned and left the room without checking to see if the mortal were following, the mortal would do as he was told. Heero led the way into his own room and sat on the couch. Trowa knelt obediently at his feet, head bowed. Heero grasped his chin and raised his head, studying his face. Trowa stared back patiently, the perfect pet.

“How old are you Trowa?”

 

“Eighteen Master.”

 

“A year older than Quatre was when I turned him and a year younger than I was when I was turned.” Trowa didn't respond, as he hadn't been asked a question.

“I am concerned about Quatre.” That caused a flicker of emotion in green eyes.

“Next to me you are his closest companion. Unlike Quatre and myself however you will continue to age. Something my Childe has no knowledge or understanding of. I do not believe Quatre will handle it well, especially if you were to die from it or illness. My blood protects you from many illnesses but not all. You care for Quatre a lot, don't you?”

 

“Yes Master.” Trowa was confused although he didn't show it. Was his Master going to give him away so that Quatre wouldn't be forced to watch him age. The thought of that broke his heart, he would rather die then be sent away. Although he knew that if it came to it either Heero or his new Master would simply wipe his memories of the blond vampire, something he didn't even want to consider.

 

“Would you die to protect him?”

 

“Yes Master.” Was he to be killed?

 

“Would you give up your mortality?” Trowa froze, eyes widening. Surely he wasn't suggesting?

 

“Yes Master.”

 

“Then come Trowa.” Heero stood and moved to the bed. Trowa obediently followed him and lay down on his back at Heero's urging.

“You will no longer be a simple pet Trowa but a beloved Childe.” Trowa gasped as cold hands removed his shirt.

 

“Master.” He murmured in confusion.

 

“No Trowa, Sire.” Trowa nodded and slowly relaxed as Heero gently stroked his hair and face.

“I will drain you and then you will drink my blood. You will die but you will wake again. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes, Sire.”

 

“Good. You will feel no pain Trowa.” Trowa didn't fight his Master, no his Sire's power as it washed through his mind. He gasped as he felt gentle fangs sink into his neck and moaned as he felt the pull of his blood being removed. It had never felt like this when his Master or Quatre had fed from him in the past. His hands clutched at the sheets as pleasure spread through his body, gasping and panting for air. He felt a part of his mind panic, as his body slowly weakened, no longer responding to his commands even as his vision began to dim. He was barely conscious when Heero pulled away and licked the wound close. His head lolled limply on the pillow and his eyes wouldn't focus. He was so cold but he couldn't even shiver. He was aware of his heart as it struggled to beat. Everything seemed so distant and dark. Slowly he became aware of a voice calling to him.

 

“Drink Trowa, you must drink or we'll lose you. Please Childe do not give in.” Warm fluid touched his lips and Trowa opened his mouth allowing the precious fluid to be poured down his throat before he managed to close his mouth around the source, eagerly drinking.

“Good Childe, that's it. Drink your fill.” Trowa continued to drink until he could take no more. He felt so strange. He struggled to open his eyes but he couldn't move.

“It's alright Trowa, don't fight it.” Hearing the voice again he surrendered to the darkness.

 

Heero smiled down at his newest Childe as his body slowly went limp in death. He leant down and licked the blood from his lips and then sat back to watch the transformation. Trowa's skin slowly began to pale from its usual golden colour until it was almost white. His hair darkened slightly while its texture seemed to soften. Slowly, ever so slowly his skin began to take on an almost glow. He had made the right decision; Trowa would make an excellent Childe and protector for his new brother. Heero sent a mental summons for a slave to feed from and to act as Trowa's first human meal.

 

Trowa opened his eyes and looked around. He saw Heero sitting beside him and tried to sit up but he was so weak.

 

“Sire.” The word felt so natural on his tongue. He watched as Heero smiled at him.

 

“Childe.” Gentle arms lifted him up to rest against his Sire even as his head was guided to his Sire's neck.

“Drink young one.” He hesitated for a few seconds before instinct took over and his fangs sunk into the soft, cool flesh. He moaned as the powerful liquid filled his mouth, swallowing it eagerly. He drank for a while before still gentle hands removed him. He blinked sleepily at his Sire.

“You will feel tired until your body finishes adjusting to the changes. It is natural so don't worry.” Trowa nodded slowly, already more than half asleep.

“Rest Childe, I will watch over you.” Trowa let sleep claim him with his Sire's encouragement.

 

End Flashback

 

Trowa had adjusted to the change in their relationship quickly, seeing him as his father and not his master to Heero's pleasure. Under his and Heero's instruction and love Quatre had continued to blossom and was now the teenager he should have been seventy years ago. Heero knew that Quatre may never mature fully mentally but as long as his son was happy he didn't care. And now it was time to begin adding another member to their odd little family.

 

“This representative will do nothing to harm anyone here.”

 

“Yes Sire.” Trowa answered, comfortable in his place against his Sire.

 

“You know him Childe.” Green eyes turned to look at him.

“It is your old Master, Wufei.” Trowa smiled slightly, yes his Sire was right. His old Master would not hurt them.

 

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Duo stretched sleepily; content to simply snuggle into the warm blankets and fall back to sleep. A warm chuckle had him sitting up quickly. He looked around but stopped as he saw a familiar figure. He frowned in concentration. Where was he and what had happened? Slowly memories trickled back, losing his apartment, being taken and drugged, waking in a strange apartment and the week there and finally seeing this teen. But after that everything went blank except for… Duo blushed slightly as he remembered his rather graphic dreams.

 

“Who…who are you?” Duo stammered, looking around for a way out other than the door the man was standing in front of.

 

“Heero Yuy.”

 

“Okay. Where are we?” Unable to find another exit Duo got out of the bed and moved so that it was between them.

 

“Our home.”

 

“Whoa! Slow down! What the hell do you mean by our home? I don't even know you! Okay so you rescued me from the drug guys but you also kept me locked in an apartment for a week and now I wake up here with no clue as to how I got here and the last thing I remember is you suddenly appearing.” Heero chuckled slightly making Duo tense.

 

“Calm down Duo, you're safe here.” The braided teen snorted in disbelief.

 

“Whatever you say Mister Stalker.” Heero let out an exasperated sigh.

 

“This is your home because you are my mate.”

 

“Mate? You better mean that in a friend way pal!”

 

“Why? You've been dreaming of me Duo, of my touch. Even now you crave it.” Duo tried to back away as Heero stalked closer but found he was frozen to the spot. A cool hand came to rest on his cheek and Duo gasped as his body responded to the gentle touch.

 

“What.” He swallowed.

“What have you done to me?” He was fighting to move, to get away from this stranger before something happened.

 

“I have drunk your blood and you have drunk mine. You answered my call and have slept in stasis for seventy years. We are mates Duo, bound for all time. The claim is yet to be completed but once it is I will turn you.” That statement allowed Duo to move, to pull violently away and make a dash for the door. He never made it. Arms as strong as steel wrapped around him, easily lifting him from the floor to deposit him on the bed. Duo came up fighting. But it was no use as cool hands gripped his face and glowing blue eyes bored into his. He gasped, still trying to fight even as a fog seemed to fill his mind and his body gradually relaxed.

“Calm down Duo, your body is still adjusting to from the stasis spells and you could hurt yourself. That's it just relax.” Duo felt his body become totally limp and he stared dazedly into those blue eyes unable to look away and not caring that he couldn't. He felt so warm and safe. Duo sighed sleepily, eyes beginning to slide shut.

“No Duo, don't fall asleep. I am going to remove my influence from you but you will remember this feeling and it will stay. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes.” He murmured, unaware of what he was saying.

 

“Good. Wake up Duo.” Heero removed his hands and stepped back. Duo blinked slowly and frowned. He felt strange but incredibly relaxed.

 

“What?”

 

“You were panicking so I calmed you down. Don't worry it'll wear off in an hour or two. But until then you will listen to me.”

 

“Bastard.” Heero laughed.

 

“Be that as it may we have a lot to talk about. For one, you must try to stay calm or else you could hurt yourself. For the last seventy years your heart has only had to beat once every hour so it needs time to adjust to the regular rhythm again. The world has changed a lot since you went to sleep. It will take time for you to adjust. You must accept that everyone you knew is gone Duo. We now control the world, not your pathetic mortal governments. Technology is all but gone except for those of my kind who have kept the things they enjoy. For instance I have several TVs and a fully outfitted kitchen for those mortals who live here. You will have to accept your place in this new world for there is no way back. Had I not claimed you in all likelihood you would have died when we took over or have been taken as someone's slave or pet. And knowing many of my kind you would not have liked that life. I want you as my mate Duo, my equal.” As he was speaking he had slipped onto the bed and pulled Duo to rest against him, slowly running his hands up and down Duo's sides and inhaling his mates scent. He breathed gently against his neck and watched as he shivered automatically and then moved to lick the back of his neck where the claim mark would eventually appear and was delighted at how sensitive the skin already was.

 

“No, please.” He pulled back slightly at the choked voice and saw tears running down his mates face.

 

“Shh Duo, I won't do anything. Just stay calm. No one here will hurt you.” Heero hugged him lightly, trying to comfort his mate but he just kept crying. Finally Heero accepted that there was nothing else he could do.

“Sleep Duo, just go to sleep. You're safe here.” He left a light kiss on his brow as Duo fell into a deep sleep, the tears finally slowing to a stop. Heero left him to sleep and slipped from the room, locking the door behind him.

 

“Papa, what's wrong?” He turned and smiled at his son. Quatre smiled back but didn't try to hide the worry in his eyes. Over they years his empathy had grown greatly and he could sense Heero and Trowa clearly from as far as thirty kilometres so it was no wonder that he knew something was wrong.

 

“It's alright little one.”

 

“Things didn't go as smoothly as you hoped did they?” Heero laughed slightly and started walking down the hall, Quatre at his side.

 

“No they didn't.”

 

“You made him sleep for seventy years Papa, without his permission. Of course he's going to be upset, that's a long time for a mortal. Did he even know you before you up and kidnapped him?” Heero remained silent and Quatre groaned.

“Papa how could you! At least tell me you talked to him without using your powers.”

 

“He panicked. I had to calm him or risk him hurting himself.” Heero said sounding a bit uncomfortable.

 

“That's it, I'm talking to him next time.”

 

“No! He's too emotionally unstable.” Hero gripped Quatre's arms lightly, worry clear on his face.

 

“I'm eighty seven years old Papa, okay so I don't remember the first seventeen of those at all and another twenty five of those only vaguely but still. I can take care of my self.”

 

“I know. It's just…”

 

“You still see me as I was when you found me.” Quatre said gently, smiling slightly. Heero had explained everything to Quatre once he thought he was mentally old enough to understand. Quatre had listened calmly, left the room to think about what he'd learned and then asked his Papa to read him a story like when he was younger. Heero had been unable to hide his relief at that.

“I'll talk to him. The last thing you need is a mate you won't even talk to you. Just go easy on the mind tricks or he'll never trust you.”

 

“You're right. Now get lost, go find Trowa.”

 

“Yes Papa.” Quatre gave him a quick peck on the cheek and darted off down the hall. Heero smiled fondly at his oldest and yet in most ways youngest child as he ran to find his brother. Although from a few of the glances he'd seen Trowa give the older vampire he would not complain about a change in their relationship. It was hardly unusual for vampiric siblings to become at least intimate if not mates but with Quatre's `illness' he was not sure wether or not he should nip it in the bud. He sighed tiredly as he went to meet Wufei; his life just kept getting more and more complicated.

 

TBC…