Pairings: 2x1/1x2, 4x3, 6x13

Warnings: biting, blood, gore, vampires, dead body parts, monsters, citrus, AU

Comments: Just a bit of musing turned story

Author's comments: Ok well, this is the sequel to "Vampire Conspiracy," something that I hope was long awaited. *blinks* I hope you enjoy this second version or uh….thingy. ^^ It doesn't have as much romance as the first one did. And it takes place five years after.

Crimson Targets Bloodred Nights 1

Five years. Just five long years. It shouldn't have been so bad, he was still young. Yet he could still remember the torture of that day, of the monsters that plagued his dreams, day or night. The creatures that chased them, wanted them, desired their blood. He could have, would have been all the more happy if he could just forget that night. It was then that he and the other three males had separated. Once friends with big plans for the future, turned enemies. Wufei had vowed after his return to the real world that he would kill them. He would destroy every bloodsucker there was so that there were none left standing. A hand trailed back unconsciously, touching the mark at the back of his neck between the black turtleneck he wore. Two very faint teeth mark that he was certain he would never be able to erase. They had said it was so he could live without fear of another vampire taking him. But he had the feeling that there was more to it, like he was being marked, watched.

"Sir, we found another one." Wufei shook his head snapping himself from his dark thoughts as he looked over to the girl standing near the alleyway. Lately the vampire race was becoming more persistent, more hungry. He wasn't all that sure why, but he knew he had to stop them. More humans were being killed everyday. And with this last one, that made ten in just one day. Ten dead bodies. Ten lives never to be returned. Those monsters.

Wufei walked over, his ponytail had grown a good deal since that time and now rested somewhere between his shoulder blades. His features were hard, and though his body was still strangely slim, he'd grown stronger, far stronger than he'd ever been. His hardened black eyes looked up as he stopped before the girl. He was only maybe a few inches taller than her; that was something that hadn't changed much. The girl turned and pointed her flashlight into the darkened alley. Wufei took the flashlight from her, walking over towards the body and kneeling down beside it.

As he had expected, the body had been drained of most its blood, the skin falling in on itself. Lifeless eyes that were to be always frozen with fear. This one was a female. He noticed a few maggots crawling along the body, sliding into deadened nostrils then out of ears and such places or just sinking into the skin itself. He'd actually given them a name now, VM or vampire maggots. A shame to have to die like this. Wufei stood to his feet and turned around calling out to the girl. "Get the fire crew here and have them burn this body."

He started out of the alleyway, then froze as he felt a presence suddenly behind him. Turning around, he stared at the body as it stood up. It was just like that night. "Shit…just what we needed." He glared at the beast, continuing to walk backwards out of the alleyway. He knew their weakness now. They couldn't stand fire or sunlight. Problem was, it was still the middle of the night. If he was right, the fire crew wouldn't arrive for another five minutes. Just his luck, the body hadn't been here for as long as he'd though. In fact, it'd been here longer. "Stand back!" he told the others of his group as he stood his place, drawing his gun and pointing it towards creature. He pulled the trigger quickly, a shot ringing out silently and hitting into the heart of the creature, exploding on impact. The beast screeched in pain, body bursting into flames as it fell over onto the ground, quickly turning to dust.

The night stood quiet then as everyone stared at the flaming particles. Without a second thought, Wufei turned around, putting his gun in the holster and walking off, just at the fire crew arrived. It had taken a lot of work in those five years to get people to help in making his organization. People thought he was crazy. He'd spent nights in his apartment, getting acquainted with the nice liquor from the corner store. He lived alone now. Meiran had left him the day he had returned. She accused him of having cheated on her because of his long absence. And of course she wouldn't believe the true story. That very night she had packed her bags and left. Oddly, he was a little more a peace without constantly being nagged. That didn't mean he didn't miss her.

Those first couple of days were hell. He had no real work anymore, and his dream of owning a business with the others was dead forever. He'd be shocked if he ever saw them again. But as the week turned into months, people started coming to his door. First one then another. All had spoken about the ad he'd put in the paper, about being a vampire hunter. All had seen, or had someone that had encountered the night creatures. And they all turned to him for help. He'd agreed to help them. In five years, he'd become far more successful than he'd thought. His speed was faster, his strength, his senses, his aim. All was better. He refused to admit it was the doing of being even the slightest bit of the vampire race and instead said it was from his training. He always wore a turtleneck of some sort, to always hide the mark he'd been given.

His need for blood was also becoming an issue. It was becoming harder and harder to ignore it. The only person who knew what he was, was Sally Po. She wasn't all that thrilled about it, but since she worked at the hospital, she volunteered to donate any blood to him that he needed. Of course he declined. It wasn't that he needed blood, just that wanting feel to it. He still questioned why she trusted him so much, considering. She did work together with another woman, by the name of Noin. And if he wasn't going insane, Noin had been watching him quite suspiciously lately.

"Sir!" He shook his head quickly, blinking his eyes from his thoughts as he turned around, looking towards the girl that was calling out to him. "Sir!" She stopped in front of him, panting quietly as she tried to catch her breath. The young girl went by the name of Hilde. Her last name was too much of a hassle to try to remember. She was a young one, new to the organization, but constantly on his heels for some annoying reason he could never figure out. Still, she would be a good addiction to the group once she'd finished training.

"What?" He cursed himself for sounding a little harsh, but at times he couldn't help it.

"We have a report of vampire activities at some abandoned warehouse about two blocks from here!"

He nodded to this, turning and starting off, remembering seeing that building before, and two very suspicious figures walking towards it. "Ok. I'll go check it out. Prepare the troops for my call." He pointed to his ear a bit then continued on, walking off through the darkness of the night.

So…bloody…. The scent was strong in his nose as Heero sniffed the air. He looked around, cold eyes shining with hunger as he tried to register where the smell was coming from. He could feel his more animalistic side trying to come out and fought against it. He was so hungry. He pushed it down reluctantly, deciding to look around to figure out where he was. It was a city. The city was dark but the scent of blood was rich. He could see why now, his eyes widening. Everywhere he looked, human bodies were littered, dead, lifeless, just overflowing with blood. He trembled falling to his knees and holding his head, his eyes dilated. It was too much, he didn't want to see it. Heero stuck a tongue out, licking at his lips, his eyes landing on the blood just beneath him. It was starting to rise now, swerving around his ankles, glistering up at him with its bright red texture. He clenched his hands in his hair tugging slightly. He had to resist the urge. But….

Heero lifted his eyes away from the blood, then froze as he saw a pair of legs. His body stilled as he stared, slowly managing to pull himself up to his feet, away from the river of blood. His shock didn't leave him as he came face to face with himself. Except there were differences. The other was darker, even his aura. Blood smeared everywhere on him, even his hair. There was hunger, but of a different kind. Something Heero couldn't read. Dawning shined on Heero as he realized it was suddenly daylight. They were standing in the light of day…but it didn't hurt.

He frowned a bit and blinked his eyes for a brief second, then opened them again to see nothing. His other self was gone, and he was plunged into darkness again. The scent of blood was stronger than before and he noticed his was neck deep in something. As he was dipped down in the liquid, some slipped between his lips and he realized it was blood. He was going to lose control, he had to-

"Heero! Wake up!" Heero opened his eyes swiftly, a hand moving to rest over his chest, something he wished he hadn't done. There was no pulse. Of course not, he wasn't part of the living world anymore. That thought sent a shiver through his body as he tugged the blankets more around him, looking up to see that the person who had awoken him was Quatre. He glared at the other one, even more suspicious as to why the other was there. Yes, it was true they still lived in the mansion, but he couldn't help his curiosity. Quatre was with Trowa, and he with Duo. And even though they didn't live there anymore, Zechs and Treize were together. The only one who was missing originally from the group was Wufei. "You must have been having a nightmare," the other said, not even affected by the glare.

"Hn." Heero just kept watching him, the other sitting down on the side of his bed, facing him. What was he doing here? What did he want?

"I heard you tossing and turning and figured you were having a nightmare, so I came to wake you." There was a glint of something in Quatre's eyes that caused Heero to tense even more. Even though he didn't look all that strong, Quatre had still been around longer than he had, and was by far stronger than him. Even though there was something he had that Quatre didn't have, and could never have. And this was what separated him from normal vampires and kept him safe. "I see your master is gone. Is he neglecting his pet's need to feed?"

Heero winced mentally at that. Even in five years, he hadn't grown comfortable to be owned by someone else. "That's none of your business." The glare was a bit more heated now and he slid back on the bed some, sliding away from the other. Normally Heero still slept at night, so Duo was the one who went out to get their meal, and bring it back. Heero never drank for the body though. And Duo realized this later when he noticed Heero's failing strength. So they had a silent agreement that Heero would drink from Duo, and Duo would drink from the body. It worked out well enough. But now, something was happening between him and Duo, and he wasn't sure what. Something was trying to pull them apart.

Heero jumped slightly as he felt a hand slide underneath the sheets to brush along his bare leg. His glare returned to Quatre, the other's eyes shining with his mischief as he moved his hand higher up to between his thighs. "I think someone is lonely," the blond said leaning in and pressing his lips to Heero's. Heero stayed still, his mind trying quickly to decide his approach. Returning the kiss was out of the question, he didn't like the boy in that way. Fighting him wouldn't do any good as the other was stronger. And using his power on the other was also bad, because despite the blonde's evil intents, Trowa still loved him, and Heero refused to take away his best friend's only real reason to live.

Despite his earlier words, Heero tried to pull back from the other, only to end up being followed in the kiss. He made a sound of protest, sliding his hands from underneath the blankets and placing them on Quatre's chest, pushing the other hard, but Quatre didn't budge. Heero was just about to go against using his powers and do it anyway, when a voice stopped him.

"Quatre, what the FUCK are you doing to my pet?!" Quatre pulled back quickly, Heero taking this time to get a quick breath before his eyes landed on his master. Duo was holding the body of an unconscious girl, something he let fall to the ground as he started more into the room. Heero had never seen the other so angry before, oddly he found it enticing, though the word "pet" still ranged in his ears. He hated that word. Mate would have been far better than being called a pet. And considering he had power enough to destroy the world, being called someone's pet felt like an insult to him. But he would go for it for a little while.

"He was lonely, and you left him alone, so I came to remedy this. Besides, you should share. It's not polite to keep good things to yourself." Quatre didn't seem the least bit concerned over this. For some reason, the two had been at it lately, constantly challenging each other. Come to think of it, a lot of weird things had been happening lately. And the weird dreams, this wasn't the first time he'd had them. But each time there was a little more revealed.

Heero watched the two older vampires in their little glare contest, the tension in the room getting heated. The girl on the floor shifted slightly and started to moving, getting to her feet. This was enough to cool the temperature in the room as Duo continued glaring icicles at Quatre. "Just get the fuck out of my room before I kill you. You're making me lose my appetite." For a second Quatre just stood there before he smiled at him and walked off, shouldering pass Duo towards the door. Just before he left, he looked at Heero, giving him a look that made the other shiver as he finally left. If it was one thing he learned about Quatre, it was the boy always got what he wanted.

Duo watched after him, then turned closing the door. He wasn't too happy. Heero could tell. And the outcome of that could be good or bad. Slowly Duo turned around, his eyes coming to land on the girl on the floor. The girl looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock, tears coursing down her cheeks before she screamed and backed away being trapped in the corner. The scream didn't seem to affect Duo as he stepped closing , kneeling and pushing the girl harshly against the wall. He used a hand and placed it on her throat, squeezing it and cutting off the air before he leaned down and buried his teeth in the skin of her neck, starting to drink from her.

Heero swallowed slightly and closed his eyes, refusing to watch. He never watched, he didn't like to see it. But the scent of the blood still filled his senses. Eventually, he found himself opening his eyes again and staring. After so many nights of the same dream, of seeing the blood, smelling it, tasting it, he knew he was falling apart. The dreams had only been there the past week but the fact that it bothered him so much was an issue. He couldn't help it, he found himself crawling over to the end of the bed and kneeling there watching his master at work.

The light in the girl's eyes finally died out but Duo continued to drink from her. The scent was stronger now and Heero panted slightly, licking his fangs and watching, seeing the blood smear over Duo's lips, wanting to taste the blood, to drink it. His eyes widened slightly and he lifted his arm up biting into it to try to stop his desires. He bit so hard though that blood started to course down his arm. But he didn't noticed it, as he continued to watch Duo. That is, until the other stopped suddenly and lifted his face up, sniffing at the air.

Duo turned his predatory eyes on Heero, the kindness gone, taking over by his animalistic needs for blood. Heero couldn't help the slight shiver he felt, that look always turned him on for some reason. He noticed finally that the cause for the other's pause in feeding was him. The blood was starting to drip onto the bed now but he continued to stare at Duo, waiting for him to come to him.

Duo did just that, climbing up Heero's body and claiming his mouth in a rough kiss, sharing the blood he'd just drunken from the girl. Heero drunk at it hungrily. He always did feel this weird hunger with just the scent of blood. But now his master was feeding him. It was only then during this time that he called him master. He slid his tongue out, sliding it over Duo's lips in a hungry haste, drinking what he could and yet just remembering that he couldn't drank too much. His master would stop him anyway if he tried. Though Heero has his powers, Duo was still the stronger of the two. Especially since Heero refused to use his powers against him, no matter what.

As the two went at it, a pair of blues eyes watched from the darkness of the hallway before they faded out.

TBC…

Ok! Here's the sequel! ^^ I've probably said this at the beginning somewhere but who knows. Um…*blinks* Should I work on the lemon from the previous fic or work on the second part to this one? ^^ This one's probably more like a little teaser so you can get an idea of where everyone lies in the story, or the one's I've spoken of. I'll do a little more from Trowa's pov and even get into detail of where Zechs and Treize have fun off too ^^ As well as something with lil ole Wufei. As you see, Quatre's not what he used ta be. ^^ Neither are the others. And Wufei's got a strong disagreement with the vampires.