Well lets see, this is my new story Midnight love and I hope that you like.
I am really not sure about it yet so all reviews are welcomed flames or
praises and anything in-between. Oh yeah and I promise that I will not
forget about my other story.
Disclaimer: don't own…wish I did, everything belongs to some other very lucky person. Oh yeah, and if you have not read Laurel K. Hamilton's Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series I suggest that you do…they are amazing books.
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Heero Yuy drove down the deserted rode, sighing loudly as he saw the sun began to peek out over the horizon
Gotta stop working so late, or early for that matter. he though chuckling at his terrible joke, as he watched the sun appear fully over the horizon. He was a professional animator, though in the vampire world he was known as the executioner by some, and the Perfect soldier by those not of the vampire world. He rarely dealt with vampires when he did not have to, they were always more trouble then they were worth, and he had enough experience with them to last a lifetime.
Finally he pulled into his apartment complex, and stumbled inside tired from a long night of paperwork and dealing with customers who wanted to bring loved ones back into the world of the living…or well sort of. Once inside he placed his bag of "goodies" on the single table and lay down in bed, not even bothering to change.
Several hours later, Heero was woken up by the incessant ringing of the Phone,
I hope whoever is on the phone has a death wish he though as he picked up the phone.
//hello// he said, trying to banish the tiredness from his voice.
/um this is Trowa/ came the voice Trowa, he thought, now why does that name sound familiar
// Is there anything particular that you want// he said, his voice coming out harsher than he had wished.
/Um actually, Quatre wanted me to call you and ask if you would like to come out with us tonight, he said this was your day off./ Now Heero remembered, Trowa was his best friend Quatre's boyfriend.
//Is there any particular reason that you want to go out tonight?//
/Well Quatre and I are engaged, and he wanted you to celebrate with us, that is if you can come/
//What time?// he asked against his better judgment.
Heero sighed as he pulled up to Quatre's house later that night, dressed in tight leather pants and a plain loose shirt that revealed the silver cross hanging from his neck. His long shirt hiding his gun loaded with silver bullets, ready if worse came to worse.
"Ah Heero!" Quatre said, running out, and embracing his friend, "So did Trowa tell you the good news?" Heero nodded,
"I am very happy for you Quatre, you deserve to be happy," he said.
Quatre had not had a very good life, his father had abused him from the time he was little, and when he turned fourteen his father had started raping him. When Quatre's mother had figured out what was going on his father had killed her, then tried to kill Quatre. Lucky for him, however, someone had rescued him, what Quatre had not figured out till later was that his mysterious savior was a vampire. Since then he had been fascinated with the undead and had gone on more than a few of Heero's expeditions, not to hunt them, but to learn about them. "So where are we going?" he finally asked. A mischievous smile crossed his friend's face,
"You'll see," Quatre said climbing into the drivers seat of Heero's jet black Porsche with the license plate reading "SLAYER." Heero sighed and handed his friend the keys, then climbed into the black seat of his car, letting Trowa have the front seat.
Before they even got to the destination Heero knew where they were going, I should have guessed it he thought, knowing Quatre would do something like this. The blood red Neon sign of their destination read "Guilty pleasures" it was the worlds only known vampire strip club. They slowly stepped from the car, and walked up the steps that led to the door where they were met by a vampire with dark black hair that was pulled into an incredibly tight ponytail.
"I am Wufei," he said, his black slanted eyes shimmering a strange color from the neon of the sign. Heero suddenly recognized the vampire standing in front of them, he was the vampire that had saved Quatre's life so many years ago, though he was careful not to say anything. Wufei must have realized that he recognized him, and he flashed him a fanged smile,
"And what brings the executioner to us" he said his voice a low whisper that seemed to dance across the night, then he turned and gave Quatre a long look, his ebony eyes taking on a strange light. "If you will follow me, I will show you inside, though I must insist that you remove your necklace and gun," he said meeting Heero's glare. The second their eyes met Heero felt a soothing sensation creep over his skin like a lovers caress drawing him into a looming abyss. His hands clenched his nails digging into his skin, the momentary pain brought him back to his senses, and he quickly brought out the gun, the removed the silver cross. Without the silver chain around his neck, he felt naked, and he knew that he was also somewhat more vulnerable without it Damn he thought.
When they got inside Heero quickly chose them a seat near the back, wincing as the various scars across his body began to ache. Suddenly the lights dimmed a little more and a ginger haired vampire whom Heero recognized as one of the more powerful vampires in the city, Treiz Kushrenada.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I promise you a show that you won't soon forget, so without further ado I would like to introduce Duo" with those words whispers began to circulate through the people. Suddenly a pulsing beat seemed flow from out of no where and a lone figure appeared on the stage, his body moving as if he was a part of the music that he was dancing to. Then he slowly made his way off of the stage where women and man alike began shoving money down his pants and any other place they could find. Finally he came to their table and stopped short when he say Heero, though the pause was only momentary and any normal human would not have seen it…Heero did.
"Hay baby" he whispered, his voice coming out in a seductive purr, he came so close that Heero picked up the smell of roses that he guessed came from the shampoo that he used in his hair. Duo practically sat in his lap his mouth coming to cover the smoothness of Heero's neck
"What the hell do you think…" he gasped as he felt warm lips work their way over his neck then down to his chest…then the touch was gone. He looked up, but the braided boy had already disappeared in the crowd of people. It was so strange, why did it feel so familiar to feel him touch me like that…its like I have known him all my life, yet I know I have never seen him before. he sighed and let the night go by smoothly
"What the hell is wrong with me?" he whispered to himself trying to forget about the sudden ache that the braided vampire had awakened inside him.
Disclaimer: don't own…wish I did, everything belongs to some other very lucky person. Oh yeah, and if you have not read Laurel K. Hamilton's Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series I suggest that you do…they are amazing books.
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Heero Yuy drove down the deserted rode, sighing loudly as he saw the sun began to peek out over the horizon
Gotta stop working so late, or early for that matter. he though chuckling at his terrible joke, as he watched the sun appear fully over the horizon. He was a professional animator, though in the vampire world he was known as the executioner by some, and the Perfect soldier by those not of the vampire world. He rarely dealt with vampires when he did not have to, they were always more trouble then they were worth, and he had enough experience with them to last a lifetime.
Finally he pulled into his apartment complex, and stumbled inside tired from a long night of paperwork and dealing with customers who wanted to bring loved ones back into the world of the living…or well sort of. Once inside he placed his bag of "goodies" on the single table and lay down in bed, not even bothering to change.
Several hours later, Heero was woken up by the incessant ringing of the Phone,
I hope whoever is on the phone has a death wish he though as he picked up the phone.
//hello// he said, trying to banish the tiredness from his voice.
/um this is Trowa/ came the voice Trowa, he thought, now why does that name sound familiar
// Is there anything particular that you want// he said, his voice coming out harsher than he had wished.
/Um actually, Quatre wanted me to call you and ask if you would like to come out with us tonight, he said this was your day off./ Now Heero remembered, Trowa was his best friend Quatre's boyfriend.
//Is there any particular reason that you want to go out tonight?//
/Well Quatre and I are engaged, and he wanted you to celebrate with us, that is if you can come/
//What time?// he asked against his better judgment.
Heero sighed as he pulled up to Quatre's house later that night, dressed in tight leather pants and a plain loose shirt that revealed the silver cross hanging from his neck. His long shirt hiding his gun loaded with silver bullets, ready if worse came to worse.
"Ah Heero!" Quatre said, running out, and embracing his friend, "So did Trowa tell you the good news?" Heero nodded,
"I am very happy for you Quatre, you deserve to be happy," he said.
Quatre had not had a very good life, his father had abused him from the time he was little, and when he turned fourteen his father had started raping him. When Quatre's mother had figured out what was going on his father had killed her, then tried to kill Quatre. Lucky for him, however, someone had rescued him, what Quatre had not figured out till later was that his mysterious savior was a vampire. Since then he had been fascinated with the undead and had gone on more than a few of Heero's expeditions, not to hunt them, but to learn about them. "So where are we going?" he finally asked. A mischievous smile crossed his friend's face,
"You'll see," Quatre said climbing into the drivers seat of Heero's jet black Porsche with the license plate reading "SLAYER." Heero sighed and handed his friend the keys, then climbed into the black seat of his car, letting Trowa have the front seat.
Before they even got to the destination Heero knew where they were going, I should have guessed it he thought, knowing Quatre would do something like this. The blood red Neon sign of their destination read "Guilty pleasures" it was the worlds only known vampire strip club. They slowly stepped from the car, and walked up the steps that led to the door where they were met by a vampire with dark black hair that was pulled into an incredibly tight ponytail.
"I am Wufei," he said, his black slanted eyes shimmering a strange color from the neon of the sign. Heero suddenly recognized the vampire standing in front of them, he was the vampire that had saved Quatre's life so many years ago, though he was careful not to say anything. Wufei must have realized that he recognized him, and he flashed him a fanged smile,
"And what brings the executioner to us" he said his voice a low whisper that seemed to dance across the night, then he turned and gave Quatre a long look, his ebony eyes taking on a strange light. "If you will follow me, I will show you inside, though I must insist that you remove your necklace and gun," he said meeting Heero's glare. The second their eyes met Heero felt a soothing sensation creep over his skin like a lovers caress drawing him into a looming abyss. His hands clenched his nails digging into his skin, the momentary pain brought him back to his senses, and he quickly brought out the gun, the removed the silver cross. Without the silver chain around his neck, he felt naked, and he knew that he was also somewhat more vulnerable without it Damn he thought.
When they got inside Heero quickly chose them a seat near the back, wincing as the various scars across his body began to ache. Suddenly the lights dimmed a little more and a ginger haired vampire whom Heero recognized as one of the more powerful vampires in the city, Treiz Kushrenada.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I promise you a show that you won't soon forget, so without further ado I would like to introduce Duo" with those words whispers began to circulate through the people. Suddenly a pulsing beat seemed flow from out of no where and a lone figure appeared on the stage, his body moving as if he was a part of the music that he was dancing to. Then he slowly made his way off of the stage where women and man alike began shoving money down his pants and any other place they could find. Finally he came to their table and stopped short when he say Heero, though the pause was only momentary and any normal human would not have seen it…Heero did.
"Hay baby" he whispered, his voice coming out in a seductive purr, he came so close that Heero picked up the smell of roses that he guessed came from the shampoo that he used in his hair. Duo practically sat in his lap his mouth coming to cover the smoothness of Heero's neck
"What the hell do you think…" he gasped as he felt warm lips work their way over his neck then down to his chest…then the touch was gone. He looked up, but the braided boy had already disappeared in the crowd of people. It was so strange, why did it feel so familiar to feel him touch me like that…its like I have known him all my life, yet I know I have never seen him before. he sighed and let the night go by smoothly
"What the hell is wrong with me?" he whispered to himself trying to forget about the sudden ache that the braided vampire had awakened inside him.