This is Part 7 of this fic. It has a touch of lemon (1x2/2x1), so be careful...
Heero: Hn. 'Touch' my ass.
Duo: Don't mind if I do...
This is my first GW fic series, there is some violence, strong language and it has the yaoi pairings of Heero & Duo (Ack, they're equal partners, so I guess I would say 2x1/1x2, right?) and Quatre and Trowa (once again, I don't want to be yelled at for not saying the correct pair. Let's just say they are equal partners as well). So if you don't like male/male pairings, then don't read this, or pretend that Quatre and Duo are chicks. Okay?
I pulled up into the driveway. Heero and Wufei carried Trowa into the house, while I decided to look for Quatre. I followed them into the house, after opening the door for them, of course. They put Trowa onto the sofa; he was still bleeding, but not as much as before. Most of the blood had dried to thin brownish flakes. I walked into the kitchen, and I found Quatre.
He was hunched over in the corner; his arms were clutching his stomach, and he was shivering.
"Quatre! What's wrong?"
"So... cold... Trowa..." He looked up to me, and I could see his blue eyes reflecting a deep pain. "Where's Trowa?"
I pointed towards the living room. He got up and staggered towards him.
Quatre made it into the living room, while I walked behind him, making sure that he didn't fall. When he saw Trowa, he froze for a moment, then ran to him. He sank to his knees beside the couch, taking Trowa's hand and kissing it. "Trowa... I can feel your pain..." I walked up beside Heero, and we all watched as Quatre and Trowa closed their eyes.
"I... I can see everything Trowa... how could they do such a horrible thing?"
Trowa's eye widened in surprise. "How do you know?"
"I can feel it, I can see everything. It's almost like being in the Zero System..."
Across from me, Wufei gasped. "Quatre's a... he's a..."
"Well? Spill it Wufei!" I said.
"He's a clairvoyant."
We all were silent, until Trowa whispered in a pained voice, "What's that?"
"A clairvoyant is someone who has the power to see objects or events that cannot be perceived by the regular five senses; he can use a sixth sense to see visions and events just by touching something," Wufei explained. We all looked at Quatre who was starting to shiver again.
"I think he may be an empath as well," Wufei commented. [1]
"Don't shiver, Quatre." Trowa smiled at him, and reached a hand up to stroke his hair. Quatre calmed down a bit, and he stopped quivering. He reached a hand out to Trowa's stomach wound. "Don't touch it," Trowa warned. Quatre didn't listen, and placed a gentle hand on the gash. Trowa gasped with pain.
"I'm sorry, Tro-chan," Quatre whispered as a yellow light engulfed both of them. Then the light condensed to a single area around the wound. We all watched with a morbid fascination as the skin moved and shifted, and the wound healed itself. Then Quatre slumped over and fainted. "Quatre!" Trowa cried as we all rushed to help.
We all backed off when Trowa sat up, picked up Quatre and gently carried him away. "Don't worry, I will take care of him. Take care of your own injuries for now." He left, probably going upstairs.
I looked at the others. "Well, now what?" I asked.
"I'm going home," Wufei said. "I'll see you guys later."
And he left, leaving Heero and I to heal our wounds. It's kinda weird, the fact that we don't really have to bandage ourselves up anymore. I started using the word 'heal' instead of 'treat' because we weren't really treating our wounds with medicine or anything. I don't heal as quickly as Heero does, but I can still heal myself enough that I'll stop bleeding excessively. Remember that hole in his stomach? It was gone within the week. That's some serious healing.
I sat on the floor where I had fallen after Trowa had gotten up. He had startled me with his sudden recovery, so I fell flat on my ass. Very embarrassing.
Heero stood up; it was more like he was sitting one second and standing the next. "Could you help me up?" I asked. He looked at me, his eyes holding a dangerous gleam of rebellion in his eyes. Was he going to disobey me?
He walked away. The bastard walked away. I wanted to be angry, I wanted to have a hissy fit. But I didn't. I cried. I don't cry often. Hell, I haven't cried since the Maxwell Church Massacre.
Heero turned back, and looked at me. I know he felt hurt. I could see it in his eyes. I'm his master; I could feel his soul or whatever it was shake with remorse. But his physical body didn't show a thing; he was as unreadable as a book written with invisible ink. He walked back towards me, picked me up and carried me upstairs.
Once in my room, he unceremoniously dumped me on the bed. "Heero? What's up?" He looked at me again; his eyes had a brazen look to them. Was he questioning my authority? I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts. We were lovers; we were friends. But deep within me, a dark voice spoke. It spoke of masters and servants; power and blood. All of it was welled deep inside me, waiting to be unleashed. I didn't want to unleash it; I was afraid of the consequences.
Heero continued to look at me. "What the hell are you staring at?" I yelled. I clapped my hand over my mouth the minute I said it. Shit, I didn't want to piss him off. I love him.
He was suddenly in my face, his eyes inches from mine. His lips brushed mine, soft like silk. I touched the gossamer strands of his brown hair. "Heero..." He didn't say anything as he devoured my mouth, putting himself on top of me.
"You're not powerful enough to control me," he whispered huskily into my ear.
That spoiled the mood. I pushed him away from my face, and he sat up. But he was still sitting on me, straddling my waist. I could feel him getting hard. "I created you," I said shakily. "Well, not really, but I created your vampire form. Aren't you supposed to obey me?"
He didn't answer for a moment, then finally he whispered, "You're not really sure, are you?"
I shook my head. I may have created him, but was I really in charge? I was in charge, until about an hour ago. At least, I thought I was...
He was suddenly on top of me again, tasting my lips with his tongue. "You're mine," he growled. It wasn't a seductive gesture; it was a move for power. He wanted to be in control. I could feel his power flow over me, trying to overwhelm me, trying to make me submit. I fought back with my own, our energy clashing between us. I wouldn't let him take me easily. I love him, hell, I'd die for him. But I won't become an inferior. I had to be on equal terms. I hate being dominated. I had enough of that when I was young.
He obviously didn't like me trying to fight back, so he pulsed more power into me. We just lay there, vibrating power through each other.
"Ahhhhhh..." I moaned and shut my eyes. I finally gave in, and let his power flow over me, hot and heavy. It was like a soft fur coat flowing over me. He smirked. He won this round. I was too tired to fight back tonight. The only reason I wasn't too angry was because I loved him. I always have.
But I'm not sure if I always will.
I wasn't sure if it was a dream, or if it was reality. I prayed that it was a dream. I awoke, no, I don't think I was really awake. I felt out of it, feeling everything as a third entity. I could see Heero taking me, moaning his release, and I could see myself lying there, being as unresponsive as a log. Why? I wanted him, dammit. I wanted to feel his body moving against mine, his hardness pounding into me. I wanted to feel everything; I wanted to enjoy it.
But I couldn't. How can I, when he just claimed me like a trophy?
I felt myself come and I fell back into a deep sleep, Heero still moving inside me...
I woke up to a sore ass and an empty bed. Damn that Yuy. Why the hell did he have to do this? He's losing it.
Then it suddenly became clear. Why else would he rebel? It's almost like how teenagers rebel against their parents. It was all so clear now. The rebelling, the refusal to listen to my commands. He didn't think I was strong enough to be his master. Looks like I'll have to prove myself.
But one thing I didn't understand; why doesn't he listen to me anyway, since he says loves me? Doesn't our love mean anything to him?
Then, while I was brushing my teeth, I got an idea, an epiphany. His vampire side was getting the better of him. He was slowly losing his humanity. Goddamn it.
Before I headed downstairs, I checked on Quatre. I walked straight into his bedroom, because the door was still broken. I had bashed it in the night Trowa shapeshifted. I guess he never got around to fixing it. I'll have to repair it, since I have a few months off anyway.
Quatre was lying peacefully on the bed, his blond hair disheveled and lacking that healthy glow. He had a wet towel on his forehead. Trowa was no where to be seen. I kneeled down next to Quatre. "Hey buddy... I hope you get better soon..."
I heard someone kneel down next to me. "Hey Trowa, didn't hear you come in," I whispered. I was amazed by how much Trowa had recovered in one night. I guess lycanthropes have really good healing abilities.
I got up and moved out of the way so Trowa could re-soak the wet towel in cool water. He had brought a tray with a teapot and two cups. "Sorry I didn't bring you one," he said.
"It's okay. Um, is Quatre okay? Nothing serious?"
He shook his head. "No, nothing serious."
Quatre's eyes fluttered open. "G'morning guys."
I smiled, and Trowa took the towel off of Quatre's head. "Feeling better?" I asked.
"Yeah, I feel fine."
"Good, then maybe you could look at something for me..."
I got an immediate glare from Trowa, but I didn't really pay attention to him at first. Quatre said he was okay, and I needed to find out where the vampires took Hilde. But the steady gaze from Trowa was started to get to me after a while.
"It's for Hilde, isn't it?" Quatre asked. I nodded. "Then let me see." He held his hand out for the scrap of cloth.
I pulled out the piece of cloth that I had torn from Hilde's shirt and handed it to Quatre. It had been in my pocket since the other night. "Can you try to see something from this?" I asked hopefully.
He took it and closed his eyes. "I might not get anything, you know. I'm still new at this." I just said okay, and let him do his work.
"I see... I see Hilde. She's being tied up, but she isn't fighting back. I think she's letting them tie her up."
I figured that. The vampires were controlling Hilde. I just had to figure out where they were hiding. "Anything else?"
"Um... No. I can't see that far back."
Damn. "Thanks anyway," I said, and I took the piece of cloth and placed it in my pocket. "Maybe," Quatre said, "if you get me a little more. Maybe you should find something else for me to touch."
I nodded and headed downstairs. Looks like I had another mission tonight.
I spent the rest of the day sitting on the bench thinking. It wasn't something I usually do. But this entire day was just an excuse for me to do nothing. I had to wait until night, so the Wharf wouldn't be crowded with people. I didn't want any innocent bystanders getting hurt. The less they know, the better.
I fell asleep on the bench, thinking about Heero. Just a mere thought of him ran a chill through me. It was beginning to scare me. Was last night really a dream? Or did it happen? I didn't want to think about it, but the thoughts just kept coming. Why does this always happen to me?
When I woke up, it was near sun down. I had slept since lunch, and my stomach was growling. I got up to go back to the house.
"Looking for me?" Heero leaped down from the branch that the bench was attached to.
"We have a mission, Heero."
"I thought the war was over."
"Not against the undead. Let's go." I started to leave, then stopped when I realized he wasn't following me. I turned around and he wasn't there. I turned back around and saw him appear a few feet away from me, smirking. He disappeared again as I watched and reappeared a little further away. "Catch me," he whispered. I could feel his voice wash over me like a warm shower. I snorted and ran after him. If he wants to be caught, then who else better to catch him but me?
I ran through the field, my heart racing, my blood pulsing through me, giving me strength. The adrenaline surged through me, giving me the power to phase. [2]
I caught up to Heero, tackling him, throwing my entire body at him. We tumbled to the ground, laughing. As we caught our breaths, I felt him run a hand through my hair.
"Duo, gomen about last night..."
He apologized. I can't believe it. I looked at him. His eyes showed his true nature, the caring yet stoic young man I had fallen in love with. "Heero," I whispered. "I love you." I don't know how many times I may have said that to him, but this time, it felt different. Like I had said it for the first time.
"I know," was all he said. He didn't need to say it back. I could feel it. We lay in the grass for a while, enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, I frowned.
He looked at me, an eyebrow raised. "What is it?"
"Why are you being all... spontaneous?" For lack of better vocabulary; I couldn't think of any other way to explain it. One moment he's a demanding vampire, and another moment he's being human. I wish he would make up his mind. But I guess this is my fault. Vampires aren't supposed to have souls. I had kept his soul, trapped it in his body in an attempt to resurrect him.
He shrugged. "I don't know. I just feel... human for a change."
What was going on? Had he truly lost his humanity when I changed him? I asked him, "What do you mean 'human'? Didn't you feel like that before the accident?"
He shook his head. "Iie. For the first time, I feel... alive."
I lifted my head and looked around. The sun had set and left the stars, glowing brightly in the black cloth of the night. The moon was but a thin crescent, it's light shining dimly to illuminate Heero's features. My fallen angel.
"Life has a new meaning. No more missions, no more fighting. I won't have to kill anymore."
That struck me like an arrow in the heart. Heero would have to kill again. He would have to fight. Being what we were, we didn't have a choice. Looking at his angelic face, I just wanted to hold him and tell him everything was right with the world, that I could keep the scary things away. But I couldn't. I don't lie to anyone.
"We... we have to fight. It's what we have to do, to protect the innocent."
Shit. Shit shit shit. I did not want to see his eyes lose their light, to see his features sag to a sad frown. He looked away from me, his eyes staring at the grass across from his face. "I'm... I'm really sorry," I mumbled.
Something flashed in his eyes. Then he suddenly pushed me off. "Come on. We have a mission." He got up and disappeared.
I think Heero is a little more unstable than I had first thought.
I finally reached the house, gasping for air and sweaty. With my adrenaline running on low, I found it hard to move as fast as I had before. In fact, I found it hard to move in general. I walked into the glass door before realizing I had to open it. No going through walls for me.
I got my weapons from my room; never leave home without them. As I walked to the front door, I felt Quatre watching me from the stairs. I looked back at him, and he was smiling. "Be careful," he said quietly. I nodded and headed out.
I moved towards my jeep, strapping on the holsters and wrist sheaths as I walked. I hopped in over the door, and suddenly Heero materialized next to me. He was sitting in the passenger seat, one leg crossed over the other. He was wearing the usual green tank top and spandex shorts. He eyed me for few moments, then stared forward again.
We drove to the Wharf in silence. Besides my breathing and heartbeat, there was no sound. Heero was being as dead as a doorknob. Hell, he WAS dead. The quietness was thick enough to choke on.
And I choked on it. "So, where were you?" My voice sounded calmer than I felt.
He shrugged. "Elsewhere."
I hate it when he's being vague. I pressed him for more information. "Where elsewhere?"
"Nowhere."
He was being difficult. In fact, he was being more than difficult; he was being a bitch about this. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. I pulled over into an alleyway. "At least tell me where you were. You don't need to tell me what you were doing or anything."
He just stared at me. I felt that defiant power rise out of him again.
"Oh no you don't, you are not going to get all rebellious on me." I've had enough of this crap. That anger fueled the fire, and my own energy trickled forth, slowly at first, then came pouring out of me. It mingled with his energy, making it hard to breathe because of all the power weighing the air down. It was like an invisible wall pushing on my chest. He got bolder, and increased his force. In the dark, I could see him glow a dark shade of purple; it was an aura. I raised my own power to create a shield around me. I could see a faint glow reflecting off of Heero's eyes. It was my aura; I was blue.
"Heero... What do you think you're doing... disobeying your master..."
"I'm... gonna... smother you... into submission..."
He pushed harder; the energy threatened to choke me, his power closing around my neck. Then the energy changed slightly, from threatening to sexual. It felt he was trying to ram his hard member down my throat. It was deliciously addictive, and I wanted more. But I also needed to breathe. I forced him out, as much as I hated to, and threw enough power at him to knock him into the car door.
He smirked. Dammit, he smirked. Then he did the unexpected. He threw off his tank top. He put one of his legs up onto the seat, so he was facing me. I could see his bulge in his shorts. All this power struggling had been turning him on. He stared at me, a look that promised violence and sex. His lust rode the air, and I could smell it. He was a horny little bastard.
"If you're really my master," he said, "then take me." He peeled off his shorts...
Oh my god. I never thought anyone could be that hard. I suppose being a vampire has some advantages. I could see that tight ass of his, and I suddenly wanted to thrust myself into him; I wanted to feel his velvet inside, to feel him shuddering underneath me. I wanted to hear him scream my name. I shook my head. He was invading my mind; I didn't want to screw him silly right now. We had a mission... But, he was so inviting...
~Take me... fuck me to your heart's content...~
~Stop it Heero! Stop it!~
I'm pathetic. I have no self-control. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I thrusted into him mercilessly, taking out my frustrations on him. I didn't want to, I really didn't. But there he was, offering me his body. Fine. If he wanted proof that I was master, then I'll give him proof.
I fucked him. Fucked his ass like there was no tomorrow. For all I knew, that could be true.
I came in a blinding rush, the power coursing through me. I gasped, and thrust into him one last time, then I stilled my movements, just enjoying the feeling of being inside him. I watched his pupils dilate, and then his eyes became entirely midnight blue. He stared at me with those inhuman eyes, watching me watch him. It was kinda erotic. I slumped over on top of him. Something nudged my stomach. He was still rock hard. I don't know how he lasted this long.
Then I felt it. I was inside him, his mind, his soul. I could see everything. I saw his past, I felt his thoughts. I saw where he went yesterday. He was with Relena.
I started thrusting into him again, out of frustration. "Dammit! How could you?" I pounded into him, as hard as I could. I know he felt the pain; I was still in touch with his mind, and I could feel it.
"You haven't seen all of it," he whispered.
I searched for the memory. And I watched it. He and Relena were talking. Just talking. I read their lips. The memory didn't have sound for some reason. The only thing I could hear was my own breath and the slapping sound of my balls against his ass. They were talking... about me. I saw my name being mouthed several times. Heero had asked her... Oh no...
He had left without laying a hand on her. She had given him a hug, but that was just for comfort reasons. She does that sometimes. No, Relena didn't want to steal Heero away. And Heero didn't want her in that way. They both cared about me, in different ways. Heero had gone to her to find out how to please me.
And I had been jealous. I had been a jealous son of a bitch. I immediately stopped pounding into Heero, and pulled myself out. He was bleeding all over. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I am so sorry..." I looked at his body. He was still hard, and he was shaking ever so slightly. I bent down and licked the blood off his ass.
"S'okay," he murmured. He put a hand on my head, petting me gently. I licked away all of the blood, then I went to his hardness. I deepthroated him, going up and down, sucking it as hard as I could. I wanted him to scream.
"Duo!"
He came, his power and spunk flowing into my mouth.[3] I swallowed it all, tasting the energy. It just blew my mind. It flowed through me like electricity, giving me power, but draining me at the same time. It was a totally new experience.
I sat up. He sat up and looked into my eyes, then looked down. My cock had blood lines running down it. Heero went down on me, lapping at the tip and washing me off with his tongue. He cleansed me, making me free of blood.
His mouth was so good; he was sucking it so hard and going up and down so rapidly. It was so wonderful... And once again, I came in a rush of power, the energy running through my body and into Heero's. "I still don't think you're powerful enough to be my master," he said.
"I don't care," I replied. "Love doesn't have a master."
It was amazing. I wasn't tired after climaxing twice. Usually I was exhausted, but this time, I was invigorated with new strength. We drove the rest of the way to the warehouse in silence, but this time, it was a good silence.
We both hopped out of my jeep and walked into the building. It was dark and neither of us could see without at least a little bit of light. Heero found a light switch and flipped it on. The place lighted up immediately, and I had to blink a couple of times to get used to it. The place was as messed up as it was the last time I was here. The blood stains were still here, and a few patches of clothing were lying around. I pulled out a plastic bag out of my pocket. I used my power to levitate them into the bag. I don't wanna touch any bloody clothes.
We walked around, searching for more clues. Anything that might have some significance would be helpful for finding Hilde.
"Come back for more?"
Heero and I whirled around, to see Murdida and three other vampires following her, two on the right and one on the left. They were all wearing black body suits.
"Oh. It's the Leather League."
"Very amusing, son of Shinigami. I will enjoy ripping your head off."
I laughed. I've heard enough death threats that they didn't matter anymore.
"You'd stop laughing if you knew who my compatriots are."
"Yeah? So who are they?"
"Don't you recognize this one?" She pointed at the vampire one her left. Heero hissed.
"Wha...? Heero?" Heero just stared at the vamp, his power growing with every second. I looked back and took a good look at him. The faces flashed. I knew who he was.
"You... You're the one who tried to kill Heero!" Well, technically, he DID kill him, but old habits die hard.
"Correction," Murdida said. "He's the one who tried to kill you."
"Me?"
"Of course. What do we need with a human? You're the one that Master Morbius wants dead. He wants to rule the Shadow Lands, and with your death, Master Morbius can kill Shinigami and take over."
Behind me, Heero's power increased.
Murdida laughed, an annoying high-pitched sound. "Enough talk. Attack!"
And so the fight began.
The vampire that had killed Heero lunged for my neck. I rolled out of the way, smacking into the wall in the process. I looked up to see him flying towards me, his fangs bared. I pulled out a knife and leaped forward, slashing open his stomach. He fell behind me, and I turned around and smirked. Bad idea.
He did a triple backwards flip like Trowa would, and landed behind me. Before I could turn around, he shot a power blast in my direction, knocking me through the wall, wood splinters going everywhere. Fortunately, the wall was thin and poorly constructed.
I was numb for a moment, then I could feel the cuts and bruises on my body. I was trying desperately to breathe, and the beating of my heart was the only thing I could hear for a while.
I looked up toward the hole I had made in the wall, and the vampire was standing, silhouetted in the soft light. His fangs were bared and shiny. It was like a scene from a horror movie.
I pulled out my gun and fired. Each shot formed a ripple around him. It was like throwing stones in a pond. None of the bullets hit him. In fact, I think he actually disintegrated them.
"You are no match for me. I don't know why the others thought it was so hard to kill you."
I smirked. "You obviously haven't heard of my past exploits." I got up and jumped onto the roof. I didn't know I could do that. He came after me, floating up like a ghost.
As he floated to my level, I put my hands together in front of me, palm out. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Everything that I had learned in the Shadow Lands had better work in this world. It would suck if it didn't. Hell, I'd be dead if this didn't work, so I wouldn't have time to complain.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
I let out a war cry while the power pulsed through my body, focusing into my hands, and shooting out at the vamp. He put a hand out to block it. It stopped at his hand, the energy wave diffracting everywhere. I pulled more energy into me, shooting forth. I drew in the power from within, and I let loose the darkness beneath; I never knew I had it.
The power blast went right through him and into his insides, leaving a hollow corpse. The blue energy dissipated and I kneeled down on the roof, catching my breath. During that blast, I had touched something deep inside me. It was something I didn't want to feel it again; it was frightening.
I hopped down from the roof and ran inside. I came in at just the right time. Heero was on the floor, not moving. The other two vamps were on top of him, tearing at his clothes.
"NO!" I threw two fireballs [4] at them, channeling my power through my hands. The fireballs knocked the vamps off of Heero, but I didn't have enough power to knock them into the wall. They leaped back and were standing next to Murdida.
"Aww... is the widdle heir angry?" She taunted in a sing-song voice. The other two vamps laughed.
I ignored them and ran over to Heero's unconscious body. He had deep gashes on his chest, and his shirt was ripped to shreds. His shorts were torn in the front, like one of them had stuck their hand inside and ripped the cloth from behind, trying to get to him. His face was pained, and he looked like the devil had raped him.
I turned my anger towards the two that had done this. I glared at them, my fists clenched with rage. This time, there was no turning back. I reached down into the depths of my power. I touched the darkness, and let it engulf me.
There was definitely no turning back from this. I could feel my senses being heightened. It was like being in the Zero System, only better. And I could control this. I think.
I put my right hand out in front of me, my palm facing one of the vamps. I stared at him, as if I could shoot lasers from my eyes and melt him. I felt the power coalesce, shaping a wondrous weapon of destruction. It didn't take a visible form; the power was just there, riding the air and making it thick with vengeance.
"No one touches Heero, except me!"
And I let the power fly. It hit the vampire standing on the right. He didn't even make a noise of surprise; he just froze for a moment, and then fell flat on his face. He was just a corpse again. I merely looked at the other vamp and he started bleeding from all his orifices. He went down on one knee, coughing up blood. "No..." he gurgled before I sent one last bit of power, exploding his heart within him. He fell forward, his eyes leaking out blood and a white fluid.
Murdida took a step back. I could hear her thoughts clearing, as if they were my own. ~I didn't expect him to be this powerful. I must get out of here and warn Master Morbius.~
"Leaving so soon? Why not join the your friends?" I was arrogant now that I had defeated two vamps with a simple gaze. But I had underestimated Murdida's own power. She scowled before she threw me into another wall. It didn't break this time, and I felt the crack of a rib as she tackled me.
"Not so hot now, are you?" she sneered as she put her hand over my face. I felt a line of power slip through my defenses, wrapping around my mind like a spider web. "Stop!" I screamed. I knew what she was doing. She was linking us.
Before she could fully mark me, she suddenly flew to the side, hitting some empty crates. Heero was in front of me, staring at her. Without turning his head, he asked, "Are you okay?"
I nodded, and we both turned to Murdida. She glared at us, then disappeared. Heero and I looked over to the entrance where she had first entered.
"I will have you feeding out of my hand. Or else you will die, by my hand." She left, her red hair trailing after her into the night.
"Uh..." I groaned before I collapsed into Heero's arms.
"Master?"
"I thought I wasn't strong enough to be your master."
"I regained consciousness while you were killing those other two vampires. I didn't know you were that powerful."
"Neither did I." And that power must have drained me more than I had originally thought, because I passed out in his warm embrace.
Back to: Part 6
[1]: We're going to assume that all the G-boys know what an empath is. If you don't know, e-mail me and I'll explain.
[2]: To phase: In this fic, phasing means moving so fast that if someone was watching you, it would look like you were blinking in and out of their vision. Kinda like in animes where there's an attack scene and you only see one frame flash at a time.
[3]: Spunk is slang for cum... Just in case you didn't know...
[4]: It's not really a fireball, just a powerball that glows blue... Like Ryu's Hadoken in Street Fighter.
Anyway, feel free to e-mail me your rants and raves, just don't cuss me out, okay?
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