Title: Dorothy: Vampire Slayer
Author: GundamNymph
E-mail: gundamnymph@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Pairings: Nope. Not going to tell you. Why? Dude, there are way TOO many.
That, and it'd give away the story. This chapter WILL have a 4xD moment,
though. It will NOT be a continuing couple, for obvious reason. Not so
obvious? READ THE STORY DAMMIT!
Disclaimer: Don't own GundamWing or it's characters. Just everything else,
okay?
!!!WARNINGS!!!: Obviously a vamp fic. Maybe a little swearing here and there. A few yaoi implications (but no pairings). A little gore. Maybe a few couples making out.
Oh, yeah. LOTS of character deaths. A few 'deaths'. A few deaths of 'deaths'. Uh, make sense?
A little challenge to myself as I write ANOTHER vampfic. You can blame it on SetsunaKou. I was looking at the Custom Made Dorothy Catalonia 11" I bought from her, and came up with the story plot in one morning. Hopefully, this will NOT be like my other stories, and I'll actually finish it.
It will focus on Dorothy for a while, but it will not center on her. Hopefully.
MUSIC: Currently listening To 'Creed's' "Wash Away Those Years"
Perfect, but depressing mood. **************************************************************************** ****
~ooOoo~
They used to hide in the shadows, drinking their fill and never getting caught. Hell, no one even knew they existed, except for their victims and a special few. But now, the War's over. No more free food for them. No more death to savor. No more bloody battlefields to live in. No more hiding. The battle lines have been drawn, and as the Death Toll rises, a new War has began. But this time we aren't fighting for peace. We're fighting for our lives and very existence. We're fighting for the human race.
***ooOoo***
"Miss Dorothy?"
Quatre stared at the blond with surprise and horror, as she flew into his office. Surprise she was here. Horrified that she was about to be killed.
The men that held him were clearly not human. Three of them were holding him against a wall, their talon like nails ripping into his arms, making him bleed heavily. One stood before him, fingering a knife, undecided on how he should play with the young master.
The others in the room turned to smile at her, and then made a grab for her.
"NO! Dorothy run!"
But she merely twisted her body, jumping up, and executed a perfect roundhouse kick to the nearest vampire. The second he lost his composure, she waved her arm near his head, and he suddenly lost it. Both body and head fell, turning to rotting ashes. As she took up a cat stance, the others saw a fine silvery wire in her hand.
"I'd rather not, Quatre."
The 'leader' snarled. "Kill her!"
Quatre's eyes bugged out. "NO!"
As the vampires ignored him and advanced on her, he started squirming like a rabid wolf. 'Leader' got pissed at him, and cut his lower throat open.
Dorothy saw this, and went white. Even though it was clear they had hit no arteries, the blood gushing out told her she had minutes. She turned to the circling vampires.
"You have JUST royally PISSED ME OFF!"
Before they could give a smart ass response, the two nearest vampire lost THEIR heads to the wire, as she jumped to kick the other two vampire's heads together. As soon as she landed, she pulled stakes out of the back of her jeans and killed them with a snarl.
Not stopping, she ran at the remaining four with top speed. She replaced the stakes, and pulled a wooden sword, seemingly, from nowhere. (I love hammerspace) 'Leader' lost his arm, while two of his men weren't so lucky. One lost his head, and the other got a stake through the heart. The remaining henchman was smart, and let go of his prey.
Quatre fell, clutching his throat, but his captor was too late, and lost his head before he could run. With a finale spin, Dorothy thrust the weapon through 'Leader'. Before his ashes the ground, she was cradling her friend.
"Quatre?"
It was bad.
He managed to open his eyes at the trembling question. Teary violet blue eyes looked down at him, and it was then he knew he was going to die. He frowned slightly.
"The serum. I didn't tell them.but they knew. I don't.know HOW.but they did. You need to get there before they do."
"Where?"
"Remember where I always wanted to take you?"
"Yes."
"It's north of there. You'll know it when you see it."
He smiled slightly for her benefit.
"And here, I was worried they'd hurt you. Heh, heh." His little chuckle cost him, making his breathing hitch, before coughing harshly. His mind was spinning, the air in his lungs feeling cold. It made him feel sick to his stomach, and even though spots were popping up in his vision, he fought to stay conscience. A slim hand was painfully holding his throat together.
The young woman's face before him blured, as she shook her head in denial. That this wasn't happening. "Don't be brave, Quatre. Not for me."
He frowned as he felt a shaking hand on his face. "You don't still believe you're a horrible person, do you? I forgave you years ago, Dorothy."
A lone bloody finger traced his cheeks, nose and lips. "But I haven't forgiven myself, Quatre. I don't think I can do that."
Another kind smile. "You will. Dorothy, you didn't believe it then, and you won't believe it now, but I will stand by what I said. You have a kind, pure heart. More so than me."
Her tears began to fall. "No."
"You were right, when you said I was too weak to be a Gundam Pilot. I know you said it then just to bring me down. To be cruel. But it's true. You would have made a better pilot than me. You're stronger, and you're kinder."
"NO! Quatre, no. Please don't die thinking like this! You WERE a Gundam Pilot, and if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have won the war. I couldn't have done what you did. No one could have."
He tried to protest, though weakly, and found a finger on his lips, stilling him. It was odd. Here he was, bleeding what little heat he had left, and SHE was the one with cold fingers.
"It wasn't just about being the better person OR pilot, Quatre. You brought the others together, made them work together, helped them become friends. Because of you, Heero and Duo are now the best of friends. Duo and Hilde are together because of you. Wufei joined you only at your persistence. You helped them to stay strong. You kept them alive. You're like that. You freely forgive, and it gives people strength to go on, to make them feel as if they have a new chance." She choked back a sob, as he became paler. She was frantic, trying her hardest to make him understand. "It was you, Quatre, that helped them to survive the war.and in the end, it was that that enabled them to end the war."
His eyes were closed.
"Qua-tre? Quatre!?" Her voice was breaking, and she didn't give a damn.
Slowly, those eyes opened, and his face lit up as he tried to smile. A lone tear fell. "Thank you, Dorothy."
As his eyes closed again, she closed her own in relief and despair.
"Keep.fighting. We .we will win." It was below a whisper, but she heard it, somehow.
She clutched him tighter to her, and he could hear her strong heartbeat, as his own failed.
Hearing him struggle, she leaned down, and kissed him. His lips were still warm, damp with her tears, and his blood. As she pulled back slightly, she uttered her goodbye.
"No, Quatre. Thank YOU."
She sniffled as he stopped breathing, and became a dead weight. She let the sobs come, knowing that the second she left this office to report her failure, she would have to put her mask back on.
***ooOoo***
"Lady?"
The brunette looked up from her paper work, and turned on the speaker.
"Yes?"
"Dorothy's back."
"Send her in!" She barked at the new recruit. He had lost half his family. She sat back, and wearily rubbed her eyes. So many. So many dead, or walking around as foul demons.
The door creaked open, and she sat up straighter, sending a sharp look to Sally, before looking at Dorothy. Her eyes widened and she turned gray.
"Oh GOD no."
Sally had a similar reaction, and ended up on the floor.
The slim figure of a girl in her late teens stood in the doorway. She was covered in enough blood to pass for Carrie in that infamous prom scene. Knee length blond hair was matted with it, her once purple halter top was a now a brown red, and her dark jeans were even darker now. That wasn't what horrified them. It was the cold mask that the girl had on. It was very clear what had happened.
She managed a weak, "Report" before wilting in her chair.
"I failed. Quatre Rebarba Winner, head of Winner Corporations and Ally to Preventers, is dead. Rashid, Corinth, Nearah and Terry of the Maquanac' Core; Susan and Cynthia Winner; Tera Baxter and numerous Winner Personal are all dead. Eight guards had to be put down. I estimated twenty-two vampire. It was a definite hit."
Une felt like sobbing. Anyone but Quatre. Sweet, gentle, sacrificing Quatre.slaughtered like a lamb. She should have listened to Heero before he vanished. Now they were all going to suffer. And the vampires were getting stronger. Last time there were only two people who had to be put down after they were turned into zombies.
"When I arrived I was attacked by the guards. After eliminating them, I continued on to find all present dead. It is possible Quatre knew this might happen, and had a stronghold secured for his staff. I suggest you send in the Sweepers to check the building for it, and any possible survivors."
Une nodded, and motioned for her to continue.
"When I reached Winner's office, they already had him, and were starting to assault him. I took all of them down, but not before the Leader had slit his throat."
"How long?" Came the dreaded question.
"Only a few minutes. Permission to speak off record?"
"Granted." Une braced herself, eyes riveted to the picture of Trieze on her desk.
"He.he understood his part in the war before he died."
Une let out a sigh that sounded more like a sob. The pilot of 04 had always doubted his right as a Gundam Pilot.
"His last words."
Brown eyes and cloudy blue eyes focused on her.
".were: Keep Fighting. We will win."
Une and Sally both let a tear fall, before righting their masks, and putting them back on.
"And the serum?"
"They never got it out of him, but they KNEW."
Une stood up so fast she nearly fell over. "WHAT?!"
"Winn.QUATRE didn't know how they found out. We need to get it before they do, Lady. Permission to gather a team and retrieve it?"
"Permission granted. Now get your ass moving NOW!"
Dorothy nodded, and turned to leave.
"Wait."
She turned back to see a recovering Sally, and a concerned Une.
"Are you going to be all right?"
"No until those bastards are dead."
"*sigh* Understood. Take Noin with you. you'll need her."
Dorothy nodded, and left.
~ooOoo~
A/N: I killed Quatre! I actually killed him! *shocked* I think that's the first time I managed to write a characters death! More Angst, Death, Horror, Gore and YES, actual romance ahead.
A bit messy because I'm too tired and sore to reread and edit ten times.
You want a nifty custom made plushie (like my Trowa) or 11" doll of your fave anime character? E-mail and I'll send you the link to SetsunaKou's Website. Pricey, but AMAZING!
!!!WARNINGS!!!: Obviously a vamp fic. Maybe a little swearing here and there. A few yaoi implications (but no pairings). A little gore. Maybe a few couples making out.
Oh, yeah. LOTS of character deaths. A few 'deaths'. A few deaths of 'deaths'. Uh, make sense?
A little challenge to myself as I write ANOTHER vampfic. You can blame it on SetsunaKou. I was looking at the Custom Made Dorothy Catalonia 11" I bought from her, and came up with the story plot in one morning. Hopefully, this will NOT be like my other stories, and I'll actually finish it.
It will focus on Dorothy for a while, but it will not center on her. Hopefully.
MUSIC: Currently listening To 'Creed's' "Wash Away Those Years"
Perfect, but depressing mood. **************************************************************************** ****
~ooOoo~
They used to hide in the shadows, drinking their fill and never getting caught. Hell, no one even knew they existed, except for their victims and a special few. But now, the War's over. No more free food for them. No more death to savor. No more bloody battlefields to live in. No more hiding. The battle lines have been drawn, and as the Death Toll rises, a new War has began. But this time we aren't fighting for peace. We're fighting for our lives and very existence. We're fighting for the human race.
***ooOoo***
"Miss Dorothy?"
Quatre stared at the blond with surprise and horror, as she flew into his office. Surprise she was here. Horrified that she was about to be killed.
The men that held him were clearly not human. Three of them were holding him against a wall, their talon like nails ripping into his arms, making him bleed heavily. One stood before him, fingering a knife, undecided on how he should play with the young master.
The others in the room turned to smile at her, and then made a grab for her.
"NO! Dorothy run!"
But she merely twisted her body, jumping up, and executed a perfect roundhouse kick to the nearest vampire. The second he lost his composure, she waved her arm near his head, and he suddenly lost it. Both body and head fell, turning to rotting ashes. As she took up a cat stance, the others saw a fine silvery wire in her hand.
"I'd rather not, Quatre."
The 'leader' snarled. "Kill her!"
Quatre's eyes bugged out. "NO!"
As the vampires ignored him and advanced on her, he started squirming like a rabid wolf. 'Leader' got pissed at him, and cut his lower throat open.
Dorothy saw this, and went white. Even though it was clear they had hit no arteries, the blood gushing out told her she had minutes. She turned to the circling vampires.
"You have JUST royally PISSED ME OFF!"
Before they could give a smart ass response, the two nearest vampire lost THEIR heads to the wire, as she jumped to kick the other two vampire's heads together. As soon as she landed, she pulled stakes out of the back of her jeans and killed them with a snarl.
Not stopping, she ran at the remaining four with top speed. She replaced the stakes, and pulled a wooden sword, seemingly, from nowhere. (I love hammerspace) 'Leader' lost his arm, while two of his men weren't so lucky. One lost his head, and the other got a stake through the heart. The remaining henchman was smart, and let go of his prey.
Quatre fell, clutching his throat, but his captor was too late, and lost his head before he could run. With a finale spin, Dorothy thrust the weapon through 'Leader'. Before his ashes the ground, she was cradling her friend.
"Quatre?"
It was bad.
He managed to open his eyes at the trembling question. Teary violet blue eyes looked down at him, and it was then he knew he was going to die. He frowned slightly.
"The serum. I didn't tell them.but they knew. I don't.know HOW.but they did. You need to get there before they do."
"Where?"
"Remember where I always wanted to take you?"
"Yes."
"It's north of there. You'll know it when you see it."
He smiled slightly for her benefit.
"And here, I was worried they'd hurt you. Heh, heh." His little chuckle cost him, making his breathing hitch, before coughing harshly. His mind was spinning, the air in his lungs feeling cold. It made him feel sick to his stomach, and even though spots were popping up in his vision, he fought to stay conscience. A slim hand was painfully holding his throat together.
The young woman's face before him blured, as she shook her head in denial. That this wasn't happening. "Don't be brave, Quatre. Not for me."
He frowned as he felt a shaking hand on his face. "You don't still believe you're a horrible person, do you? I forgave you years ago, Dorothy."
A lone bloody finger traced his cheeks, nose and lips. "But I haven't forgiven myself, Quatre. I don't think I can do that."
Another kind smile. "You will. Dorothy, you didn't believe it then, and you won't believe it now, but I will stand by what I said. You have a kind, pure heart. More so than me."
Her tears began to fall. "No."
"You were right, when you said I was too weak to be a Gundam Pilot. I know you said it then just to bring me down. To be cruel. But it's true. You would have made a better pilot than me. You're stronger, and you're kinder."
"NO! Quatre, no. Please don't die thinking like this! You WERE a Gundam Pilot, and if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have won the war. I couldn't have done what you did. No one could have."
He tried to protest, though weakly, and found a finger on his lips, stilling him. It was odd. Here he was, bleeding what little heat he had left, and SHE was the one with cold fingers.
"It wasn't just about being the better person OR pilot, Quatre. You brought the others together, made them work together, helped them become friends. Because of you, Heero and Duo are now the best of friends. Duo and Hilde are together because of you. Wufei joined you only at your persistence. You helped them to stay strong. You kept them alive. You're like that. You freely forgive, and it gives people strength to go on, to make them feel as if they have a new chance." She choked back a sob, as he became paler. She was frantic, trying her hardest to make him understand. "It was you, Quatre, that helped them to survive the war.and in the end, it was that that enabled them to end the war."
His eyes were closed.
"Qua-tre? Quatre!?" Her voice was breaking, and she didn't give a damn.
Slowly, those eyes opened, and his face lit up as he tried to smile. A lone tear fell. "Thank you, Dorothy."
As his eyes closed again, she closed her own in relief and despair.
"Keep.fighting. We .we will win." It was below a whisper, but she heard it, somehow.
She clutched him tighter to her, and he could hear her strong heartbeat, as his own failed.
Hearing him struggle, she leaned down, and kissed him. His lips were still warm, damp with her tears, and his blood. As she pulled back slightly, she uttered her goodbye.
"No, Quatre. Thank YOU."
She sniffled as he stopped breathing, and became a dead weight. She let the sobs come, knowing that the second she left this office to report her failure, she would have to put her mask back on.
***ooOoo***
"Lady?"
The brunette looked up from her paper work, and turned on the speaker.
"Yes?"
"Dorothy's back."
"Send her in!" She barked at the new recruit. He had lost half his family. She sat back, and wearily rubbed her eyes. So many. So many dead, or walking around as foul demons.
The door creaked open, and she sat up straighter, sending a sharp look to Sally, before looking at Dorothy. Her eyes widened and she turned gray.
"Oh GOD no."
Sally had a similar reaction, and ended up on the floor.
The slim figure of a girl in her late teens stood in the doorway. She was covered in enough blood to pass for Carrie in that infamous prom scene. Knee length blond hair was matted with it, her once purple halter top was a now a brown red, and her dark jeans were even darker now. That wasn't what horrified them. It was the cold mask that the girl had on. It was very clear what had happened.
She managed a weak, "Report" before wilting in her chair.
"I failed. Quatre Rebarba Winner, head of Winner Corporations and Ally to Preventers, is dead. Rashid, Corinth, Nearah and Terry of the Maquanac' Core; Susan and Cynthia Winner; Tera Baxter and numerous Winner Personal are all dead. Eight guards had to be put down. I estimated twenty-two vampire. It was a definite hit."
Une felt like sobbing. Anyone but Quatre. Sweet, gentle, sacrificing Quatre.slaughtered like a lamb. She should have listened to Heero before he vanished. Now they were all going to suffer. And the vampires were getting stronger. Last time there were only two people who had to be put down after they were turned into zombies.
"When I arrived I was attacked by the guards. After eliminating them, I continued on to find all present dead. It is possible Quatre knew this might happen, and had a stronghold secured for his staff. I suggest you send in the Sweepers to check the building for it, and any possible survivors."
Une nodded, and motioned for her to continue.
"When I reached Winner's office, they already had him, and were starting to assault him. I took all of them down, but not before the Leader had slit his throat."
"How long?" Came the dreaded question.
"Only a few minutes. Permission to speak off record?"
"Granted." Une braced herself, eyes riveted to the picture of Trieze on her desk.
"He.he understood his part in the war before he died."
Une let out a sigh that sounded more like a sob. The pilot of 04 had always doubted his right as a Gundam Pilot.
"His last words."
Brown eyes and cloudy blue eyes focused on her.
".were: Keep Fighting. We will win."
Une and Sally both let a tear fall, before righting their masks, and putting them back on.
"And the serum?"
"They never got it out of him, but they KNEW."
Une stood up so fast she nearly fell over. "WHAT?!"
"Winn.QUATRE didn't know how they found out. We need to get it before they do, Lady. Permission to gather a team and retrieve it?"
"Permission granted. Now get your ass moving NOW!"
Dorothy nodded, and turned to leave.
"Wait."
She turned back to see a recovering Sally, and a concerned Une.
"Are you going to be all right?"
"No until those bastards are dead."
"*sigh* Understood. Take Noin with you. you'll need her."
Dorothy nodded, and left.
~ooOoo~
A/N: I killed Quatre! I actually killed him! *shocked* I think that's the first time I managed to write a characters death! More Angst, Death, Horror, Gore and YES, actual romance ahead.
A bit messy because I'm too tired and sore to reread and edit ten times.
You want a nifty custom made plushie (like my Trowa) or 11" doll of your fave anime character? E-mail and I'll send you the link to SetsunaKou's Website. Pricey, but AMAZING!