This is Part 2 of this fic. This is my first GW fic, there is some violence, strong language and it has the usual yaoi pairings of DuoxHeero, and QuatrexTrowa. So if you don't like male/male pairings, then don't read this, or pretend that Quatre and Duo are chicks. Okay?
We got home near dawn. I was dead tired. Heero walked beside me, totally unaffected by the gaping hole in his stomach. Had it gotten smaller? Maybe it was just me. I walked up to the door. I rose my hand to knock, but I didn't get the chance. Quatre opened the door, a look of worry crossing his face. "I was so worried about you two," he cried. I don't blame him for worrying, considering the blood stains on us. Oh, and the hollow pit in Heero's stomach. Yeah, that might cause some worry.
Trowa and Wufei just looked at us quietly. Wufei's eyes glimmered with understanding, like he knew where we had been.
"Late night visit to the library?" Trowa asked calmly. I blinked. I wasn't carrying the book that Anita had given me. "Don't worry," Heero said. "I've got it." He waved the book around with one hand, while balancing the pile of books with his other. I heaved a sigh of relief. "Uh, yeah," I said nervously, "Late night at the library." I trudged in towards my room, Heero following behind me. I could feel three pairs of eyes watching us. I could imagine the look of worry on their faces. Or, at least on one of their faces.
"Um, Heero?" We both turned. Quatre was eyeing Heero's wound. "Don't worry about it," I said. "I'll tell you guys about it tomorrow... er, I mean, later today. Once I get some sleep." The three of them let the subject slide and walked back into the house. I watched them go. "C'mon Heero, I'm tired."
We walked into my room. "Put the books on the dresser, please." I went into the bathroom and took a nice warm shower and got ready for bed. When I came back out, Heero was still standing there. "Heero, you can go now. Do whatever you want." He stared blankly at me. I walked up to him, waving my arms around. "Oi! Did you hear me? Go! Leave me alone!" His eyes fell. I instantly felt a pang of guilt well up inside me. "Oh Heero..." I gave him a hug. He didn't respond. "Let's go to bed."
I grabbed his hand and started dragging him towards the bed. Heero wouldn't budge. "What?" I asked softly. He glanced down towards his stomach. I winced inwardly. "Oh yeah, that." I released his hand and went into the bathroom. I got a towel and ran it under some cold water. I ran back into the room. "Take off your shirt." He did so. He threw the bloodied shirt onto the floor. It left blood stains where it dropped. Quatre's gonna have a fit, I thought. I started wiping away all the blood from around the wound. It hadn't really occurred to me that he could do it himself. Ever since I had changed him, I felt like he was my brain child or something like that. He was something that I had created. Besides, it did give me an excuse to caress his body.
The wound had gotten significantly smaller. I guess it wasn't just me. "Heero, how did you..?" Heero shrugged. "I don't know how vampirism works. Look in one of your books." He sounded like the old Heero. I smiled to myself. He's getting back to normal, I thought. A part of me didn't want him to become his normal self again. I kinda liked it with him being my human, er, vampiric slave. However, another part of me sighed with relief. I finished wiping away most of the blood, then I threw the towel and bloody shirt into a hamper and grabbed a book. "The 'Guide to Animating.'" Sounded like fun, but I was tired. I leaped onto the bed and pulled up the covers.
"Ahem." I looked up. Heero was still there, staring at me like a lost little boy. Dammit. "Get over here," I grumbled. He crawled into bed with me, and I put my arms around him. Slowly, he put his arms around me and we fell asleep.
We didn't wake until about four in the afternoon. The first thing I heard was conversation outside of the door. "We shouldn't wake them. Wouldn't that be intruding?" "But what if they had a concussion or something. You saw the scrap marks on their faces." It was the voices of Trowa and Quatre, respectively. I just smiled. "C'mon Heero, wake up. I think it's time we told them what we did last night."
We dragged ourselves out of bed, washed up and opened the door. Trowa and Quatre were still standing there. "Hey you guys," I said cheerfully. "Let's talk. Where's Wufei?" Nonchalantly, Trowa replied, "He's at the hospital with Sally. Said something about an early arrival before he headed out." "Oh," was all I could say. Heero and I walked out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen, Trowa and Quatre following us quietly. We got to the living room when the phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello?"
"Maxwell."
"Oh, hey Wufei. Where are you?"
"Golden State Hospital. Get your butts over here."
"Why?"
"Sally gave birth to a boy."
"What?!?" I nearly jumped with joy. "Hey guys," I said ecstatically to the others. "Wufei's got a son!" They all smiled with varying degrees of enthusiasm. "Alright Wufei, we'll be there in a few. Which room are you in?" He told me. "See ya." We hung up and in a few minutes we were piled into a car heading for the hospital.
We arrived at there in record time. We got past the nurse and entered the room where Sally and Wufei waited. There, A most family-like sight awaited us. Sally lay in bed, a smile lighting her face when she saw us. Wufei stood next to the bed, carrying the bundle of joy. I kept myself from jumping towards him. "Ooh! Can I see?" We all gathered around Wufei, peering at the boy. He was as cute and cuddly as any baby could be. Especially considering that he was asleep. "What are you going to name him?" I asked. "Chang Liu Po," Sally said. I just nodded. From what Wufei has told me, the last name is said first in Chinese. So, the kid's name was Liu Po. For some reason, I got the feeling that the kid would grow up to some kind of super martial artist or something like that. Either way, the kid was cute.
A nurse came in. "I'm sorry, but all visitors have to leave." I slumped my shoulders a bit. Quatre and I said goodbye to the happy family, while Trowa and Heero just nodded their heads as we left.
As we drove off, Trowa noticed something about Heero. "His wound seems to have healed a remarkable amount since last night." I turned around in my seat. "Huh? Oh yeah, well, vampirism will do that to ya." Quatre nearly ran a red light. "What? Duo, tell us what's going on." I sighed. So much for this being a good day. "I'll tell you back at home."
We got back around 5 PM. I wanted to wait for Wufei, then Heero reminded me that he would probably be spending the night at the hospital with his family. Crap. So much for him being helpful. We all sat around the table in the living room, Quatre sipping some tea, as usual.
I began without preamble. "Heero's a vampire. I know it sounds corny, but it's true." I looked around for a response. Neither Quatre nor Trowa moved so much as an eyebrow. After a creepy silence, Quatre finally spoke. "For how long?"
I blinked. "Uh, since the accident. Don't tell me you haven't noticed!"
"We had our suspicions that something was wrong, but this was not quite what we expected," Trowa said quietly. I sighed. They had a right to be somewhat oblivious to the situation. After all, I never told them about the vampire attacks. "You know what? I'm gonna tell you a story of what happened a while back, so let's go eat dinner and I'll tell you about it..."
After I explained what had happened between me and my first vampire, and about meeting Anita and learning about my "heritage", I was drained. I probably looked as pale as Heero. Oh crud, Heero was pale again. "Heero? You okay?" Heero turned to me, that same 'straight through you' look in his eyes. Quatre turned to me. "He's not dangerous to us, is he? I mean, you have him under control?" I didn't say anything. The truth was, I didn't really know.
"I'll take Heero to my room. It's late, we should get some sleep anyway." I got up, but not before taking some of my dishes to the sink. Sister Helen had pounded those rules into my head, you know, like 'don't be rude' and 'keep your elbows off the table' kind of stuff. They never left my mind for a second. Heero just followed me.
We went upstairs to my room. I could feel his glare boring into my back. "Dammit Heero! Stop looking at me like that!" I had had just about enough of his damn staring. I felt like a piece of meat. I whirled around to look at him. His eyes were blue orbs. Really. The white had nearly disappeared, and the pupils were nearly gone as well. "Sweet Jesus..." I backed away from him. He kept following me. "Hey, hold on a minute. You only need to feed every three weeks, remember? Right?" My back hit the wall. Shoot. I was cornered. He walked up to me slowly, beguiling... Dammit. He was being sexy as hell, and I couldn't do anything. I was as helpless as the day I was born. "Sh—"
I couldn't finish my expletive. Heero's mouth descended on mine, covering my lips with a strong kiss. It was strong enough to bruise. When he finally let me up for air, I pushed him off me and took a step away from the wall. I yelled at him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!? You are under MY control, do you hear me, MINE!" I couldn't believe I had said that. Heero was a person, not a slave. But part of me thought differently. Evidently, so did Heero. He swept his hand across the room, and a wave of power hit me. I hit the wall once again. "Oww..." I got back up slowly, and he hit me again with another wave of energy. I choked out, "Stop it Heero!" He did it again. I felt like I was in the middle of two walls crushing together. I spit out some blood and I felt myself losing consciousness. I summoned up the weird power inside of me, that power that made me change Heero into a vamp. I threw it at my beloved. He flew across the room, hitting the wall with a loud cracking sound. He flopped to the floor, eyes open but not seeing. "Why did you make me go and do that..." I plodded over to him. "This is all your fault..." I fell over, my mind giving in to the intense fatigue going through my body. I think I may have overstrained my powers...
I awoke in a field of flowers. I got up and looked around. All around me were mountains and stream flowed across my path. On the other side of the stream was Shinigami. "I welcome you to my past." I didn't say anything. I was too busy looking at the scenery. Shinigami floated over the water and stood in front of me. "When you're done sight seeing, I can tell you of your heritage." I ignored him and walked away. "You can't walk away from what you are," he said. "Come, embrace your power." I stopped. "I won't embrace it. But I will learn about it, so I will be able to keep it under control so I won't hurt others." I turned around to face him, but he had somehow snuck behind me and I was staring at his chest when I turned. I looked up. "I still don't know how we're related. Other than the eyes, we have nothing in common." He laughed. "You're more like your mother." He waved a hand out towards the field. A woman shimmered into existence, her chestnut hair flowing like water around her. She had deep blue eyes and she was short. In fact, she looked a lot like me, the facial structure and body build. All except for the color of my eyes and skin. She was smiling, a smile I knew well. My smile.
"How do I know you're not just making this up?" I asked. He shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe you still don't believe me. But serves me right. I should have taken care of you all these years. Your mother died when she gave birth to you."
For some reason, I felt that this piece of information made sense. Why else would I be an orphan? Both my parents were dead, technically.
"You want more proof?" Shinigami asked. I nodded. "Alright. You were a war orphan living on colony L2. You knew Father Maxwell, Sister Helen, and Solo. They're all in heaven, you know. You became a gundam pilot because you said you wanted to avenge your friends and family. But the real reason was..." He stopped for a dramatic pause. "... you wanted to taste the blood of death. Death attracted you like a hoard of flies to rotting meat. That's why you took on the persona of Shinigami and went to the Earth."
My jaw gaped. Only I knew that. Deep down, that was my real reason for piloting Deathscythe. I always said I fought for others, but I was really fighting for myself. Death came in all shapes and sizes. I was just one form amongst many. "That still doesn't prove you're my father. It just proves that you can read my mind." I thought I had ticked him off, because he pulled a knife out of his belt. "You are hard to convince, son. But here," He raised the knife to his hair. He cut off a lock and handed it to me. "Check the DNA on this. You'll see."
"Yeah, well, if you haven't noticed, this is the dream world. You give me that lock of hair and it'll be gone when I wake up." Shinigami shook his head. "You'll see..." That same blinding flash of light hit me again.
I awoke on a couch, and Heero was on the floor. Wufei, Trowa and Quatre hovered over me. "We felt some trembles and thought it was an earthquake. Didn't realize it was you guys until we found you two knocked out on the floor," Wufei said softly. I looked over at him. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be at the hospital?" He shook his head. "Sally told me to go home to get some rest." I just nodded. I tried to get up, but I fell back down on the sofa. Yep, I definitely overstrained myself. "Hey, what's that you're holding?" Quatre pointed at my enclosed fist. I looked at it. It was a lock of hair. My eyes widened a bit, but I clamped my mouth shut before I freaked out. "Uh, nothing, just some hair I guess." I shoved the lock of hair into my pocket. I looked outside. It was late, probably around midnight.
I looked down on the floor where Heero was. He was lying face up, eyes closed. "What happened?" Quatre asked. I was about to explain when Wufei looked at me funny. I proceeded to tell him a shortened version of what I had told Quatre and Trowa about vampires. Wufei just nodded. So then I continued. "Heero tried to... uh... suck my blood again, I guess. He threw some power or energy or something at me, and I dished it back at him. Then we passed out. That's all."
Trowa said, "I thought you said you were in control."
I replied, "Well I thought I was, but obviously not."
Wufei cleared his throat. I knew that he was about to tell us a story. Either that, or rant about justice. "I once heard a story about a guy who could do what you can do. He was called Shinigami, fittingly enough, and he could raise the dead and change people into vampires. But he was neither dead nor alive. Kind of an in-between. I don't know if that helped or not." I shook my head. "Sorry Wufei, but that information didn't help much." I knew it was rude of me to say that, but it was the truth. Sort of. It didn't help the current situation, but it did help me figure out that the Shinigami in my dreams fit Wufei's description. Maybe he was telling the truth after all...
The next morning I drove to the nearest lab. Since I was a gundam pilot, they let me in with no problems. I asked one of the docs to analyze the lock of hair with some of mine. He told me to come back in two weeks.
With that done, I drove back home. But on the way, I wanted to get some food for lunch, so I stopped by a McDonalds. I got a cheeseburger and fries, and THEN I drove home. I hopped out of the car and went into the house. It was eerily quiet. I hate to say it, but it was too quiet. "Heero? Quatre? Trowa? Wufei?" A whooshing sound behind me alarmed me to a presence. I didn't get a chance to turn around. A hand clamped around my mouth. I dropped my lunch. "Don't move," a raspy voice whispered in my ear. "Your friends are okay, just come with me." Why should I, I thought. "Because you want to see your friends safe, right?" Stupid vamps and mind-reading...
I was dragged by my braid down the hall. In the living room were Trowa and Quatre, tied and gagged. Wufei and Heero were not in sight. Behind them, holding leashes to my friends were two vampires. I could feel their energy, powerful and sensuous. "What the hell have you done with the other two?" I asked with authority in my voice. Goody for me.
The vamp holding Quatre's chain was a male, slender with blond hair and green eyes. He looked to be about 5' 10". He had leather all about him. He looked like a strip show reject. The other one who was holding Trowa's leash was a female, about as tall as the other one and with a wicked liquid brown stare. She had burn mark in the shape of cross on her neck. She was pale beyond description. She had on a blood red skirt and a black leather tank top stretched REALLY tight. The vampire who had dragged me in here was 6 feet tall, with dark hair that spilled over his shoulders. It had streaks of white in it. I assumed that he was their leader. His build was average, not overly muscled, but not lithe like the other two. He had a trench coat and a dress shirt with slacks. He was the best dressed of the three. He pulled a chain out of his coat and tied my wrists together.
"Hey, where are the other two?" I asked. The leather vamp spoke up. "They got away... but we'll get them later. Heh heh." I jerked my wrists as I felt the chains tighten a bit too much. "Ow! Hey, watch it!" I looked up to stare in the eyes of the vamp. His eyes were midnight blue. He moved his head back a bit from my stare, as if I had bit him. "What gives? You don't react like the others..." His gaze turned towards Quatre and Trowa, who were struggling. I watched as Quatre and Trowa suddenly stopped moving and stared at him. I knew what kind of powers that vampires had. I tested the chains. Why had they put me in chains anyway?
The trio of vampires were anything if not annoying. They hadn't done anything to us, just leaving me and the guys tied up while they smashed Quatre's house with a vengeance. Vases were broken and tables were overturned. I watched as Quatre's eyes watered because of the destruction of his beautiful home. He could probably replace everything, but it was the principle of it all. You don't go rushing into someone's house, tie them up and wreck their house. It's just not cool.
I was quite sickened by this display. "Stop it!" I screamed. All three looked at me. God, I wished Heero was with me. The look they gave me made me regret having yelled at them. They floated towards me. I guess all vamps could float. Leather boy and Pale girl walked towards the guys. They kneeled in front of their respective victims. The man started licking Quatre's ear. The woman started nibbling on Trowa's neck. "Don't or I'll kill you!" I shouted. They continued, unheeding my threat. The vampires started touching Trowa and Quatre intimately, in ways that shouldn't be done by someone who doesn't love you. They started laying loving caresses and tender kisses on my friends. Their eyes were like Heero's; dark with no pupils and barely any white. Trowa and Quatre looked as if they had swallowed a bug, grimacing and trying to resist. Keep fighting my friends.
I struggled in my chains. "Damn you!" Their leader walked towards me. He bent down and looked me in the eyes. Our noses touched. I lost sight of Trowa and Quatre. "You're good looking, you know?" He licked my lips. I jerked my head back and spluttered, "What the hell?!!" I wiped my lips on my shirt sleeve. He moved closer as I inched towards the wall. "Get away you bastard," I uttered in a flat tone. He smiled, his fangs showing. They gleamed in the light. "Oh no, I could never bring myself to get away from a cutie like you." He moved forward again, this time towards my neck. I caught sight of Quatre biting his lip, trying all he could to resist the man's hand in his pants. I heard Trowa moan. Oh God, what have they done to deserve this...
A loud whooshing sound filled the room. Everyone looked up towards the source.
Heero stood in the window, looking at my would-be assaulter with death in his eyes. No really, he didn't look the least bit alive. He stepped off the windowsill and stalked towards me. For some reason, the other vamps got out of his way. They all backed off to the side of the room. He untied me. Well, he didn't really untie me, he just snapped the chains with one hand. Wow, vampires are really buff. Next, Heero untied Trowa and Quatre. They were still sort of in shock.
I comforted Trowa and Quatre. "Hey, are you guys okay? C'mon, speak to me!" They stared at me for a few moments, then Quatre broke down. Trowa seemed to have come out of shock, so he held Quatre closely. "I'm... I'm so sorry Trowa... I couldn't... couldn't stop him..." He sobbed while Trowa whispered comforting words. My heart broke at the sight.
"You... What the hell are you?" I turned around towards the voice. The leader of the vamps had asked Heero a question. I stood up to protect my friend, but he put his hand up. "I can handle this, master." It was my turn to be in shock. Did he just say master? "I am a vampire who still has his soul. He," Heero said, pointing at me, "immortalized my body and resurrected my soul." I couldn't believe he remembered that. I still couldn't believe I had done that.
Heero spoke again. "Get out of this house, and if you EVER come near any of these people again I will rip your hearts out and I will personally feed it to you." The vamp gang just snickered a bit. "Ooh, we're so scared. You're not even completely undead! Ha ha ha!" Heero's eyes liquefied. A tingle across my skin was my only warning before he unleashed an amazing amount of energy. It smacked the group into the wall. They quickly hustled out of the house through the window. "We'll be back, and in bigger numbers! You can't stop Master Morbius!"
Master Morbius... Must be the lead vampire of the gang. It's too bad I had no idea just how powerful this bastard was.
Trowa and Quatre went to their room, probably to comfort each other. I needed some TLC right about now too. I turned to Heero. "Oi, where's Wufei?" He looked at me. His eyes had returned to normal. He spoke so quietly that I strained to hear him. "When they attacked, I only had time to grab Wufei and jump out the window. I wanted to go back and save the others, but Wufei told me that they would be okay. He told me to look for you first. Then he left on his motorcycle." I was kinda suspicious. Surely Wufei couldn't be on the side of Morbius, could he? I didn't really want to find out. "So, how come you couldn't sense me or anything like that?" Heero shook his head. "I can't do that. I can only follow your trail. So I tracked you. Why did you go to the DNA lab?" I was startled by this unexpected question. "Uh, no reason. Can you track Wufei?" He nodded. "Mission accepted."
We rode Heero's motorbike. It was a Harley Davidson, as opposed to Wufei's Kawasaki. Both of the bikes were cool, but what Heero's bike lacked in speed, was made up in power. This motorcycle could plow through a wall. Unfortunately, speed is what we needed at the time, and Wufei's modified Kawasaki motorcycle had us beat.
"Can't this thing go any faster?" I asked desperately. Heero just snorted. "Nope." I sighed in frustration. We had been driving around for an hour. We still hadn't found him. We drove around a corner in a residential area. This place seemed familiar...
"It's Anita's apartment."
I looked to Heero, and then the building. Yeah, it was. It just looked different in the light.
We knocked on her door. We heard her say, "Come in." So we did. Inside, Anita was sitting on a couch. Wufei was sitting across from her, sipping a hot drink. "Wufei!" I exclaimed. "Why are you here?" He put his drink down on the coffee table and looked at us. "Sally and Anita are old friends. I was introduced to Anita after I proposed to Sally. I didn't think Anita was serious at the time when she told me she hunted vampires in her spare time, but..." He trailed off.
I nodded. I understood how Wufei felt. I felt the same when Anita told me all that stuff about the supernatural. In fact, it's still quite overwhelming.
"Wufei tells me that you were attacked," Anita said. "Yeah," I said. I just remembered; Wufei had come here instead of helping the others. "Hey Wufei, what's your problem? Why did you tell Heero to get me instead of helping the others?" Wufei closed his eyes. "I'm sorry about that. But I knew that Trowa and Quatre wouldn't be harmed. At least, not much."
Damn him. He's just so freakin' uncaring sometimes. "Jesus Christ Wufei! They could've been killed!" I yelled. He didn't say anything for a while. "I know," he finally managed to whisper, "I am truly sorry. But with what I know about the supernatural, Heero couldn't have fought them off on his own. He and the others would have been killed if you weren't there." I was stumped. Why did I have to be there? What did my presence have to do with anything?
I looked at Heero. He looked pretty normal, considering he hadn't fed. It's strange, Anita told me he only needed blood every three weeks or so, but Heero has random cravings. It's like he's unstable or something... "Um, Anita? Is it possible that new vamps are unstable? I mean, their craving for blood and all that kind of stuff." Anita shook her head. "I've never heard of anything like that. If there were some anomalies, then I probably would have heard of it." Crap.
Now I had more questions than I did answers. I hate that. I'd rather have more answers than questions, but life doesn't always work out the way you want it to, right?
I told Anita and Wufei about what had happened at Quatre's house. Wufei and Heero remained quiet, while Anita just nodded. "I see," she said. "So Heero saved you all, huh? That's pretty amazing. He must have a really strong link to you." Again with the 'my necessary presence' talk.
"Why does that have to do with him being all buff?"
Anita answered, "If you hadn't been there, Heero wouldn't have been able to draw up as much energy as you said he did. Some of the energy he threw at the bad vamps must have been yours."
That made perfect sense. Heero can take my energy and use it for his own purposes. I wondered if that applied to me. "Of course, it usually works one way. The Master can give energy to the Servant, but the Master can't extract energy from the Servant." Damn. "Not unless the Servant gives it up voluntarily. Then yeah, the Master can get energy from the Servant." All right!
"And by the way, the Master can always block the Servant's request for energy, but usually, the Master has so much energy, that it doesn't really matter," Anita concluded. Wow. I just learned a buttload of information. Wish I had taken notes...
It had been a long day. It was night once again. Wufei, Heero and I went back to Quatre's house. My mind was reeling from all the things that Anita had told me. So Heero could take my energy, and I could take his, with his permission of course. But what did Anita mean when she said that 'usually, the Master has so much energy, that it doesn't really matter'? Did I have a lot energy that I couldn't tap at this moment?
And I still had my suspicions about Wufei. Why had he come here instead of helping the others? Knowing Wufei, he should have ranted about justice then try to attack the intruders, regardless of strength. Do I really know Wufei as well as I thought I did? All three of us remained quiet on the trip home. I hoped Quatre and Trowa were okay.
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If you know Chinese, then you'd know that Liu is Mandarin for 6. Just another pun on names and numbers... Eh heh...
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