Author's Note: Just a random two (or three) shot. I was once again in a supernatural and action mood. Though lord knows I'm horrible at writing action. Anywho, let's get this over with. Enjoy.

Warnings: Most likely some OOC and bastardization of somebody.

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The pounding sensation of the bass did nothing to affect him as he sat at the bar, a mixture of gin and tonic nestled between his palm. Dark eyes were staring at the mirror that ran the length of the bar, ignoring the bodies that brushed against him to order their own drinks. With his right hand occupied with holding his glass, his left was free to idly run its fingers over the cold metal of the gun that was hanging from a holster on his hip. Dressed in black he blended in quite well with the other patrons, though there was one thing that set him apart from all the rest. He smirked as he took a sip of his drink, his eyes studying himself in the mirror, the only reflection that the glass held.

He laughed to himself, gaining a few suspicious looks that he easily ignored. The bartender came in his direction, his green eyes looking down at him in disapproval. He looked up at the young man, whose hair came forward in a bang to cover one side of his face. This one he had met before, in fact, he was his inside man.

"Hello, Trowa.", he greeted, not even bothering to yell.

He was sure that the young man was able to hear him over the blaring music, which had turned from a pounding bass featured hip hop to a screeching heavy metal ballad. Trowa watched down at him with an air of annoyance, his hands busying themselves with making the dark-haired man in front of him another drink. This one was a rum and coke, which Trowa handed him none too gently.

"I thought I told you that you weren't welcome here anymore?", the young man asked, leaning forward so that human ears could hear him, "You and I are through, Wufei. Do you know how much danger I'm putting myself in?"

Wufei only offered him a smile before he finished his first drink in one swallow. He then lifted the next, taking it at a reasonable pace and enjoying that the vampire in front of him was becoming impatient. When he was done he rested the glass down, before leaning forward on his elbows onto the counter top.

"Why the change of heart, Tro?", he asked, studying the young vampire, "You used to be willing to help me."

"Yeah, well I don't want to anymore."

He would have walked away but Wufei was too fast for him, reaching out and grabbing hold of his wrist which was covered by a leather wrist band. Ebony eyes glared up at Trowa as he removed a knife that was hidden in a sheath under his pant leg. He ran it across the leather, Trowa crying out as the blade cut into his skin. The blade was made of pure silver, so its cut would have to heal at a normal speed.

"So sorry.", Wufei apologized emptily.

The cut had been intentional and Trowa knew it, but he did nothing more than glare, trembling in a mixture of fear and anger. He had first met this slayer a year ago and had managed to work out a deal with Wufei in order to keep his eternal life. He gave Wufei the information he wanted, mostly about the vampires that were higher up on the immortals' social ladder. Who did what and why, and what their next move was. The last vampire that Trowa had informed Wufei on, the young man had promised himself would be his last job. However, it would seem that Wufei was not going to let that happen.

Nimble fingers removed the now useless wristband, revealing the newly acquired symbol on the inside of the vampire's wrists. Wufei's fingers tightened painfully as Trowa tried to pull away. Wufei was aware that he was attracting attention and he was hoping to attract the right attention.

"So, you've found yourself a clan and new protection?", Wufei asked, his face holding a frown, "Hoping I'd get intimidated and back down, Trowa?"

"Let go of me!", the vampire demanded, his voice on the brink of panic.

Trowa's objection stopped short as a gun he had been introduced to before was pointed in his direction, his sensitive ears hearing the faint click of it cocking over the loud music.

"There's only one way out of our partnership, kid.", Wufei told him, pulling Trowa closer, "And I'm pretty sure you'd rather not take the risk of leaving."

"Wufei, please.", Trowa begged, knowing Wufei wouldn't hesitate to kill him, "I just want to live my life without trouble."

"You found trouble the night you attacked me and since I took pity on a vulnerable 'newborn', you owe me big time.", Wufei explained, standing from his stool, "I could have just as easily killed you that night without regret. I can do that now, if you think you're no longer in need of my company. The way I see it, if you're not doing anything for me, then I might as well be rid of you."

Trowa stared at the slayer with disbelieving eyes, not exactly sure why no one had thought to try and help him. However, the other vamps that crowded the club knew who the Asian man was and thought it best to mind their own business. Too many vampires had lost their eternal lives because of him and even though they despised the mortal with a passion, they found it best to keep clear of his wrath. Wufei was growing impatient and jerked the young vampire to grab his attention.

"Make a choice, Trowa."

Knowing that the only choice he could make was to help the slayer, Trowa nodded. The gun was lowered and his wrist was released, Wufei replacing both his gun and knife in their proper places. He watched as Trowa gently licked at his wound, green eyes staring at the slayer with distaste.

"Do you want to talk here or go someplace private?"

Trowa pretended to ponder Wufei's question, looking behind the mortal man at the small group of vamps that sat in a private booth. His newly found master smiled at him, his fangs gleaming in the dim lighting, assuring Trowa that it was alright. The older vampire sat dressed in the same black as everyone else, a rope like braid hanging over his shoulder. Trowa motioned to the back door with a slight move of his head and his master answered with a single nod. It was okay, he could let the slayer get his way.

"Come on.", Trowa finally said, walking out from behind the bar, "I can't talk in here. Let's go outside."

Wufei allowed himself to be led off, but not before he was looking to where Trowa's eyes had strayed. He ended up staring at a vampire whose very aura announced that he was a clan leader. The braided vamp raised his glass in greeting and Wufei only snarled. Something was telling him that this particular creature was going to play a much larger part than Trowa's new master.

He was led out of a fire-escape, the two ending up outside in an alleyway. Trowa closed the door behind them once they were outside, having made sure that no one had followed them. He then turned to Wufei, who stood staring at him and waiting for the young man to tell him any and everything.

"What did you want, Wufei?", Trowa questioned, his arms crossing over his chest, "You usually don't show up without a reason for seeking me."

Wufei studied the young vampire for a moment, who was only dressed in a pair of black jeans and a sleeveless turtleneck of the same color. He buried his hands into the pocket of his overcoat, shrinking away from the cold of the winter night. He had no idea how Trowa could stand it, then again being undead probably helped. He let the thought go, he had business to attend to. He pulled his right hand free of its pocket, now holding a collar in his hand. He flung it to the ground and it landed in the gray slush at Trowa's boot clad feet, the vampire unconsciously taking a step back. The movement did not go unnoticed and Wufei smirked, replacing his hand into his pocket.

"You've seen a collar like this before, have you?", he questioned, drawing Trowa's attention to him.

He narrowed his eyes onto the creature, but Trowa remained silent as the slayer waited for his answer.

"Your silence tells me that you do.", Wufei observed, stepping closer, "You know about the Underground slave trade?"

The two were now face to face, Wufei making sure that he kept eye contact with the vampire. Trowa himself was unable to pull away from the man's gaze, and he was sure that he wouldn't be able to lie with Wufei staring at him. Swallowing nervously, he decided to give it a try any way.

"I don't know what you're talking about.", he offered, Wufei merely snorting.

"Yes, you do.", he reminded the green-eyed vamp, "You spent an entire month in the Underground. You know what vampires do there and I'm pretty sure you ran into some slavery. Humans traded to vampires with the highest bid. Vampires usually buy them so that they can feed off of them. Others use them as servants or even for their own pleasure."

"Wufei-"

"Don't stand here and lie to me, Trowa.", Wufei cut him off, his tone deadly, "I don't like liars. Very unfortunate things happen to those who lie to me."

His hand pulled free from his pocket once more, this time holding a photograph. He looked down at the smiling teenager, a handsome blond-haired, blue-eyed boy who had to be no older than fifteen. He held it out for Trowa and the vampire hesitated in reaching for it. He finally took it, vampiric eyes studying the picture intensely. Wufei watched him as he did, noticing the look of recognition that flashed briefly over Trowa's face before it was hidden. The vampire was soon holding the picture out for Wufei, shaking his head in an answer to the question that Wufei hadn't asked.

Wufei only looked down at the picture once more, a feeling of remorse passing through him. The boy's parents had come in need of the slayers help. The boy had been missing for two months now and the police seemed to be getting no where. Of course, they couldn't do much with the parents withholding pertinent details. It would seem that Mr. Winner, the boy's wealthy and industrious father, had received his wealth through the help of the Underground. That meant the man had willingly put his family in danger for selfish gain. When Mr. Winner refused to pay, his vampiric loan shark decided to take his payment. It would seem that his son, Quatre Winner, was as valuable as the amount which was owed.

However, it was only assumed that the boy had been taken by vampires, but Wufei wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't the case. He had taken cases like this too many times and it usually turned out that the young man or woman had willingly left with the vampires accused of taking them. Then again, there were many usurers in the Underground and they were cruel enough to make a child pay for a parent's sins. He didn't like the idea that this poor boy now suffered for his father's selfishness. If he had been put through the slave trade there was no saying as to what had become of him. Wufei didn't want to take the case, but gave in when he saw the opportunity to get new information about the vampiric community.

He looked to Trowa once more, who had his arms wrapped about himself as if he were cold. Wufei knew that wasn't the case, the cold was nothing to the young vampire. However, Wufei interpreted it as Trowa feeling quite vulnerable. His new master was still inside and here he stood alone with a slayer, no one there to protect him. He'd take the opportunity to successfully intimidate the creature further, it was the only way he'd get the answers that he wanted.

"So tell me, Trowa.", he began, slowly circling the creature, "You have no idea who he is?"

The vampire shook his head again and Wufei laughed, reaching for Trowa and turning him to face him. The young vampire gasped in pain, as Wufei's grip tightened, wide green eyes looking to the slayer. He whimpered as the man reached into his coat and pulled free a small vial, knowing what was inside.

"I'll ask you again.", Wufei said, after pulling free the cork with his teeth and discarding it carelessly, "Where is he?"

"I don't know.", Trowa repeated stubbornly.

He cried out in objection as Wufei held the vial over his captured arm, struggling to pull himself free. Wufei was no ordinary human, otherwise the young vampire would have long pulled himself free. Being a slayer did gift Wufei with a strength that matched those he fought, so Trowa was pretty much screwed.

"Wufei, wait!", he cried out, stopping Wufei from tipping his hand, "I saw him a week ago in the Underground. He was held on special reserve for an anonymous buyer, a rich vampire leader. I swear that's all I know."

Wufei hmphed in a pleased manner, throwing the vial to the ground and loosening his grip on Trowa. The young vamp was still shaking like a leaf and Wufei let him go, watching as he stepped back. He felt no remorse, Trowa had brought it upon himself.

"Your new master.", he began, as casually as if nothing had happened, "He treating you well?"

Trowa nodded, a little suspicious of the line of questioning. Wufei shrugged, a hand rising to scratch the back of his head in a carefree manner.

"Are you fucking him?"

The blush on Trowa's face answered his question and he laughed heartily as he pulled free his gun, the vampire cringing away. Who knew that a vampire could blush?

"That would explain the body guards.", were his words before he turned behind him, firing and hitting a vampire that was lunging for him.

The creature burst into a mass of fire and ash with a loud screech, Trowa frozen to the spot at the sight. Wufei ignored him, in fact even if he didn't want to, he was much too busy. Three vampires slithered out of the shadows, they're sharp eyes focused in on the slayer. Wufei cocked his gun, his face set in an expression of indifference as his body tensed, ready to fight.

"You move one fucking inch and you'll regret it.", Wufei warned the youngest vampire over his shoulder.

Then he was charging forward, his gun raised and firing before Trowa could even respond to him. The first bullet hit its mark, a stunned vampire bursting into ash and flame as he was shot in the chest. The other two looked to their comrade in astonishment, before their faces were fit with rage.

The second turned to meet Wufei, easily dodging the next barrage of bullets and managing to knock the slayer to the ground. Wufei swore as his gun went skidding across the pavement, far from his reach. The vampire was soon hovering over him triumphantly, his female companion joining him.

The male bent to grab the slayer by his coat, roughly dragging him up from the ground and sending Wufei flying before he could react. He was headed for a wall, but instead a high heeled boot kicked him back to where he had started, the female vampire having moved fast enough to get there before him.

Though he was in pain, Wufei managed a smile as he was sent flying back to the male vampire. His hand pulled free his knife, before he was burying it into the shocked vampire he collided into. As he become nothing more than dust, Wufei straightened himself, dusting off his clothes in a perturbed manner.

Then his eyes were looking to the vampiress, who stood her ground but was looking more and more unsure of herself. She was alone now and was hesitant. Wufei only scoffed, turning away to properly fix his coat and replaced his knife.

"Go on, go warn your Master.", he told her in a dismissive way.

She slowly backed away, still unsure if to believe what she was hearing. Wufei turned to her, waving her away to shoo her off.

"Go now.", he told her, making his way to his discarded gun.

She took that as her chance and turned to run off, leaving the slayer and Trowa behind at a normal speed. Wufei lifted his gun, before he made his way to where Trowa had obediently stayed. The young vampire stared back at him with a mixture of fear and disbelief.

"Are you really going to let her go?", he asked.

"Of course not.", Wufei answered with a laugh.

He lifted his gun then, aiming without even looking and fired. Trowa jumped at the gunshot and looked to find the female vampire bursting into flames down the alleyway. He turned back to Wufei then, who only held a smile that the young vampire couldn't decipher.

"Wufei, please-"

"Ooh, begging.", Wufei interrupted with an amused giggle, "I like it when your kind begs."

Trowa never finished, much too scared to even bother. He wasn't sure what was going to happen and he looked away from the uncomfortable stare that Wufei was giving him. He had wanted to beg for mercy, but the slayer had made it quite clear that it would be useless.

Then again, perhaps he could always try. He hadn't wanted to become a vampire, but now that he had immortal life, he didn't want to lose it. Especially not at the hands of the bastard in front of him. Wufei was cold and cruel, but there had to be something.

Hands that were still trembling reached out and hooked his fingers around the holsters at Wufei's waist. Green eyes looked up cautiously to the slayer, whose smile had left and was replaced with a stoic mask. Slowly, he pulled Wufei closer, one hand slipping under Wufei's shirt to slowly caress the man's muscled stomach and chest. He jumped as Wufei grabbed his wrist, wrenching his hand out from his shirt painfully, his glare burning down at Trowa.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?", the slayer demanded, pushing Trowa away.

"I'll do anything it takes.", Trowa promised, reaching for Wufei again, "Just as long as you won't kill me."

Wufei slapped his hands away with a scoff, pulling out his gun and aiming it at the vampire. Trowa instantly backed away, his eyes widening at the sight of it. He would have ran, if he didn't think he'd end up with a silver bullet in his back.

"You've hit a new low.", Wufei told him walking closer.

He grabbed Trowa by his collar, pulling the vampire closer to him so that their faces were mere inches apart.

"Maybe if you were still human, but as it is, I don't fuck your kind.", he whispered, before turning Trowa around, "Now let's go cause some trouble."

Trowa stiffened as he was grabbed by the back of his neck, feeling the barrel of the gun press against the back of his skull. A whimper escaped from his lips and he went to turn back to Wufei but the sound of the gun cocking stopped him in his tracks.

"Wufei-"

"Shut the fuck up and walk.", the slayer demanded.

Trowa did as was bid and the two headed back to the back entrance of the club. The young vampire had no idea what was going to happen now, but he was sure that it wasn't going to be pretty. He only hoped that he came out of this alive.

He was roughly pushed inside when the door was opened and Trowa found both him and Wufei the center of the party as they entered the main room again. Wufei only pushed him forward and Trowa nearly cried out at the loud sound of the man's gun going off by his ear.

The dancing bodies stopped as a vampire crumbled in front of their eyes and then they were staring back at Wufei, who was glowering out into the crowd. The tension was building and Trowa had no idea what to do. His own eyes were looking for his master, who he couldn't exactly see from where he was standing. Hopefully, he'd do something; and soon.

He couldn't help his scared shout as another shot rang out and then there was chaos. As another of their kind was murdered, the vampires began to panic, and soon there were people trying to flee the slayer. Wufei only smirked, pushing Trowa forward and shooting to his heart's content.

No one was spared and no one dared try and attack. Wufei knew they would have definately tried, but he had figured it out. Trowa was now a valuable item to a very powerful vampire. Holding him hostage gave him an advantage. If he was attacked, he could harm the young vamp without a second thought, and no vampire wanted to have that blame on their shoulders.

The club was now emptying, the music having ended and Wufei moved across the dance floor, shooting any of the stray vampires left. He stopped in the center, his ebony eyes glaring up at where the vampire from earlier sat, surrounded by an air of nonchalance. His gun was reloaded before he shoved Trowa forward, the vampire whimpering as the gun was rested against his head once again, and waited.

The vampires that gathered around their leader growled in warning, but said leader only raised his hand to stop them before they attacked. Violet eyes smiled down at Wufei and with a wave of his hand, he dismissed the rest, all of whom left reluctantly. Once they were gone, he offered Wufei a grin, relaxing even further into the cushioned seat of the booth.

"What do you want, slayer?", he asked, his arms crossing over his chest.

Wufei stepped further, Trowa still his shield, and then forced the young vampire to his knees. Trowa obeyed, his body trembling as he looked up at his master with pleading eyes. Wufei caught the tensing of muscles as the older vampire looked down at Trowa, he obviously didn't like to see his newest toy at another's mercy.

"Your name for starters.", Wufei finally answered him.

"Only if you give me yours.", the vampire haggled.

Wufei shrugged, replacing his gun in his holster. He could tell that they were now alone and Trowa was far more afraid of moving to even think about trying. That and his reflexes were fast enough if anything happened.

"Haven't you ever heard of Chang Wufei?", he asked, one hand resting atop Trowa's head.

He enjoyed the glare that Duo sent his way as he began petting the auburn hair, his hand moving lower to rest atop Trowa's shoulder.

"Who hasn't?", the vampire asked, taking to standing, "So, Mr. Chang, what has made you feel the need to grace me with your presence?"

"Uh, uh, uh.", Wufei taunted with a wave of his finger, "Your name first and then we talk."

"My apologies.", the vampire said, climbing down from the booth, "Duo Maxwell. Now, as I asked, why are you here?"

Wufei didn't change his posture as the vamp walked closer, but he did watch him warily. He knew that this Duo Maxwell was one powerful son of a bitch and even though he himself had superhuman strength, a fight with him would be one hell of a struggle.

"I'm looking for a boy."

"Well, Trowa's mine, so find another."

Wufei laughed at the words, Duo now a few steps away from them.

"You can keep him.", Wufei told him, "He's not my type."

"Then release him.", Duo demanded softly, violet eyes looking down gently at the younger vamp.

"Only if I have your word that you'll cooperate.", Wufei pushed, his hands tightening on Trowa's shoulder.

"That's only if you agree to leave and never show your face here again.", Duo countered.

Wufei stopped to think about it. He knew he'd have to show his face here again, he and Trowa had a partnership of sorts that he wasn't ready to give up just yet. Then again, the vamp had now found himself a clan and that meant Trowa wouldn't be a free vampire anymore. His roaming days were over and that meant Wufei had lost his help. He mentally shrugged. He didn't need Trowa, another newborn had tried to attack him and he agreed to the same proposition as Trowa had. Speaking of which, he had to go in search of Heero when he was through here.

"Fine.", he agreed, lifting Trowa and pushing him forward.

The younger vampire didn't hesitate and he ran to his master, who welcomed him back with open arms. With Trowa secure in his hold, Duo looked to Wufei whose hand was reaching into his pocket. He ignored him for the moment to look over the vampire in his arms, aware that Trowa was still shaking. Then again, his life had been threatened tonight, he had reason to be scared.

"Did he hurt you?", he questioned, lifting Trowa's face to look at him.

The green-eyed vamp shook his head before burying his face into his master's shoulder, his arms clinging desperately to the elder of them. With a quick nuzzle of Trowa's hair, Duo turned his attention back to Wufei, who seemed to have grown bored.

"State your business slayer.", he ordered.

Wufei pulled out the photograph again, holding it up for Duo to see. The braided vampire studied it before his eyes were rising to narrow in on Wufei, with a smirk taking his lips.

"That's a very pretty picture.", the vampire jeered.

His teasing worked, because Wufei growled in annoyance. He wasn't here to play games, he just wanted information and who better to ask than a clan leader? Someone who helped to keep the Underground slave trade running.

"Where is he?", he asked, already guessing that Duo had most definitely seen him.

"You're very clever, Mr. Chang.", Duo began, partly pulling away from Trowa, "May I ask what makes you think that he's been through the slave trade?"

"His father practically sold him and now he regrets it."

"So, now you're hired help?", Duo asked, enjoying Wufei's growing temper.

"Don't fuck with me, Maxwell!", Wufei growled out, holding the picture up again, "Where the fuck is he?"

Wufei eyes were drawn by the movement in the V.I.P. section on the second floor and he glowered as he saw that they were no longer alone. A muscular vampire laughed down at him, his arm pushing Quatre Winner forward. Blank blue-green eyes stared down at them and Wufei knew he was drugged. So, Duo had been the anonymous rich vampire and Trowa had been trying to protect him.

"He's already been bought.", Duo worded, grabbing Wufei's attention, "So, if you were interested in buying him, I'm afraid you won't be able to."

Bought? Duo hadn't bought him? Wufei, though confused, pushed it aside. That wasn't important at the moment. What was important was that he got Quatre out of here safe and sound, and maybe kill a few more vampires while he was at it. Without warning he was pulling his gun free, aiming upstairs for the vampire keeping guard of the boy, but he was stopped.

He grunted in pain as a fist connected with his stomach, and he was flung back. He crashed into one of the stereo speakers, the gun dropping from his hand as he made impact, and skidding in a random direction. He didn't have time to right himself as he was grabbed up, lifted so that his feet were dangling above the floor.

Violet eyes, now turned blood red, glared up at him. He wasted no time in fighting back, his hand pulling free his knife and swinging. He was dropped as he wanted to happen, Duo backing away effortlessly to avoid the blade. It was aimed for his face, and silver would have damaged it so that it would scar. It would seem that Duo was as vain as every other vampire he had come across.

There was movement from the upstairs section again, and he chanced looking up to see Quatre being toted off. He wasn't going to let the boy go that easily. He had enough vampires to deal with, he didn't need one more. He was aware of Duo charging for him and he raised his knife to defend himself, managing a successful hit and cutting into Duo's side.

The clan leader fell to one knee, his hands clutching his now bleeding side, as angry eyes glowered up at Wufei. He wanted to finish him off, but Quatre was being taken. He'd have to do it another time. He quickly searched for his gun, grabbing it up and looking back to the elder vampire, who now had Trowa by his side.

"I'll finish you later.", he promised, before nodding in Trowa's direction, "And I'll be seeing you again real soon, buddy."

Duo merely snarled at his promise, and Wufei ignored it as he ran off after the captured boy. He should have known that things would have played out this way. He had thought that he would come in, get Trowa to cooperate, find Quatre and then head home for a few nighttime hours of training. As it was, training would have to be postponed and Quatre wasn't going to be so easy to get.

He made it out of the club's main entrance and onto the street just in time to see the blond teenager being loaded into a car. With a frustrated growl, he aimed his gun and fired. The big guy that had been handling Quatre before easily burst into flames as he was hit. There were panicked cries from inside the car and Wufei swore as the doors slammed closed, the car screeching off down that street.

"You're not getting away that easily.", he muttered out loud, his gun going back to its holster.

The sound of an approaching motorcycle caught his ear and the slayer was moving to the center of the street. The gun was pulled free once again and aimed, the dark-eyed man waiting with very little patience. He got the desired results as the motorcycle closed in, the driver screeching to a halt at the sight of him.

Wufei wasted no time as the man stopped to gawk and was moving around the side of the bike, gun still pointed.

"Get off."

The driver didn't hesitate and he stood in a hurry, removing the helmet and offering it to the madman. Wufei only snorted, climbing onto his back and putting his weapon away. Revving up the bike, he was then shooting off down the street, no word of thanks to the biker he left stranded.

He was lucky to catch up with the runaway car, and lucky that there was no traffic this late at night besides a car every five minutes or so. His eyes narrowed onto the black vehicle, his hands gripping tightly to the handlebars and his jaw set in determination. There was no way he was going to let this one slip away. Hell, the boy's old man was paying him too much for him to screw this up.

He was snapped from his musings as a bullet grazed his shoulder and he grunted in pain, swearing under his breath. He couldn't believe he had spaced out and missed catching that. He was able to avoid the next one that was aimed for him, the bike swerving to the right.

Ebony eyes zeroed in as a vampire was taking aim again and he only smiled, his right hand letting go of the handle bar and reaching for his gun. Instead of the vampire that was now constantly shooting at him, Wufei smirked once again, his gun aiming for the silhouette of the driver. He fired and rewarded himself a victorious laugh as the car began to swerve off of the street.

It crashed, and Wufei swore, knowing that there was a chance that Quatre had been hurt. He pulled up beside the now wrecked vehicle and shut of the bike's engine. A quick glance showed him that Quatre was alright, a little battered, but still alive. The last vamp left was groaning in pain, as the passenger's side where he was seated had caved in, and was now crushing him. Being immortal, he wouldn't die, but it had to have hurt.

Wufei slinked closer, his hands reloading his gun as he did so. With it fully loaded, he cocked it, and held it up at the shattered window, the vampire's red eyes widening in obvious fright.

"Let me ease the pain.", Wufei offered.

He fired before the vampire could object, and watched in disinterest as he burst in flames, his body crumbling when the fire died out. Then ebony eyes were looking to Quatre, and he sighed as he realized that he had just put himself in a lot of trouble. Either way, there wasn't much he could do now, and he had to return the teenager to his rightful place in order to get paid.

That was push enough, and he took hold of the back door to open it, leaning over to stare down at the unconscious form. He could see what would be so appealing to those damned bloodsuckers. The boy was a looker, he'd give him that, and he looked as innocent as any other virgin. Wufei knew the fetish of taking innocence that was shared amongst the night time crowd, and boy's and girl's like this were a very common target.

"Hell.", Wufei muttered, as he moved to begin pulling the boy out of the car, "If I were into pedophilia, I'd do you."

He grabbed hold of Quatre by his shirt, and began dragging him out of the car, but his eyes narrowed as they ran over the boy's body. His hand took hold of Quatre's face none too gently and turned his head so that he could observe the left side of the boy's neck.

"Fuck!", he swore, his free hand punching the back of the car seat, "They already got you."

The puncture wounds on Quatre's neck were fairly new, meaning he was most likely bitten earlier that night. It wasn't too late; he could most likely be saved. He was hefted into Wufei's arms, and the slayer stared down at the unconscious blond, his face fitted in a frown; a mixture of pity, anger, and disgust.

Annoyance was there as well, as now he couldn't take the boy straight home; he'd have to make a detour. With Quatre being carried in his arms, Wufei decided to walk home. It wasn't that far, and he was hoping that he would catch sight of Heero on the way there as well. He was going to need the young vamp's help, as things had just gotten a bit complicated.

T.B.C.

Yes, I know, I have stories to continue, but I needed something new to get me out of writer's block. Tell me what you think and I'll try and post the next chapter asap and a chapter of one of my other fics as well. This will only have one more chapter, and if not one more than two, because I know I won't stretch it out longer than that. Well, read, review, constructively criticize; it's all up to you. Thank you.