MJ: Started just in time for Halloween '07, I bring you this bone-chilling fanfic...
chaos: She's is currently wearing her Vampire-Queen outfit from a couple days ago at a party...
MJ: It's a cool outfit! Plus, it is helping me get inspired for this story...
chaos: Yes, but...did you HAVE to make me your victim today?
MJ: It was either you, or the plot bunny we've loving named Dark Ace.
chaos: O-kay, then...
Dislcaimer: I don't own Storm Hawks.
Prologue: The Changing
"Well, this doesn't look too good." Aerrow muttered as he looked out at the terra they had just crash-landed on. Every building looked like it was about to collapse in on itself, no signs of life anywhere - even the plants were dead. This wasn't just a ghost town...the entire TERRA was deserted, but for what reason, the Storm Hawks did not know.
"The place just looks freaky, Aerrow...There's got to be somebody here somewhere." Piper stated, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
"Yeah, you're right...There's got to be at least one person on this terra...Let's split up; we can cover more ground that way. Take a communicator with you. If you get into trouble or find something, contact us." Aerrow finished, the others nodding in agreement, though Stork muttered something about "certain doom." Little did they know, a pair of scarlet eyes was watching them from the shadows...
/Aerrow, how're thing's on your side?/ Finn's voice came through the communicator, kinda scratchy from the weak signal.
"Nothing...Not even a piece of grass is alive over here..." Aerrow replied, noticing all too late that somebody was behind him until he was grabbed and thrown against a wall. "What the hell?! Let go of me!!"
/AERROW!!!/ came the voices of Piper, Finn, Junko, and Stork, Radarr squawking as he had stayed with Stork. No reply, except for the pained scream coming from Aerrow's line before it suddenly stopped...
Whoever, or whatever, was attacking Aerrow had crushed the communcator with it's foot, scarlet eyes staring right into leaf-green ones.
"Nobody can hear us now..." the thing said; you could tell it was female, but the voice was laced with venom. Before Aerrow could say anything, his head was jerked to the side and the collar of his uniform moved out of the way, revealing the flesh beneath. Aerrow's eyes widened and he gasped when four, sharp fangs sunk into his neck; he froze as he felt the blood being drained from his body.
'Didn't think I'd...die like this...' he thought as he blacked out...
Aerrow woke up suddenly, breathing heavily and feeling sweat trail down his face. The sudden action caught the others in the room's attention.
"Aerrow!!" Piper exclaimed, she and all the Storm Hawks moving to his side. "What happened?! We heard the scream through the communicator, then nothing but static came from you!" she finished.
"I...don't remember...I guess I just ran into something and in the darkness thought it was a person...Sorry if I worried you all." Aerrow replied, not wanting to tell them what had really happened. After a few more questions, they left their captain's room. Aerrow immediately went over to the mirror in his room and checked the spot where he had felt the fangs before. Sure enough, there were four puncture marks on his neck, and if he looked closer, his skin was paler than usual.
'What was...no, it couldn't have been...' he didn't finish that train of thought, thinking it must be a trick of the light or something. The clouds blew out of the way, revealing the silvery moon that hung in the sky. As moonlight filtered into the room, Aerrow froze in horror when he saw his reflection once again: like before, the puncture wounds were there, his skin was paler, but now his ears were slightly pointed, his fingernails were more claw like, and he had fangs. His fears were proven to be justified: he HAD been turned into a vampire. A small chuckle from the corner of his room caught his attention.
"Like the new look? It'll only come out at night...You can hide it with a cloaking crystal, too." came the same voice that he heard before he was bitten. Looking over, he saw a young, brown-haired woman with crimson eyes standing there; her skin was so pale, it was almost completely white. He suddenly felt very weird, and while he was trying to figure it out, he vaguely heard the girl's words.
"Feeling the bloodlust, Aerrow? Don't worry; I'll take care of you." And with that, the two were enveloped by the shadows...
MJ: So, my fellow creatures of the night, what do you think? Please, review, and perhaps I won't come at night and feast on your blood...
chaos: She won't anyway; it's just the costume getting to her brain, that's all.
MJ: Says you, chaos...says you...