IN DARKEST NIGHT
I don't own Gundam Wing so please don't sue me for what little money I have in my bank account.
A Chance Meeting
Quatre hummed a little song to himself as he walked home from the Preventor Building where he worked. It was true he had a car with a driver to take him anywhere he wished, but he chose to walk today. It had been raining for the past few days so he opted to take the long way through the park to enjoy the faint sunshine of the late afternoon.
"I wonder if Wufei will be cooking tonight…" he thought to himself as he passed by a grove of Sakura trees in full bloom. A faint scuffing noise behind him suddenly caught his attention.
"Beautiful aren't they?" said the older teen when Quatre turned around sharply. The other man was tall and had shiny ebony hair that was tied back into a loose ponytail. He had on all black, shirt, pants, and even had on a leather jacket even though it wasn't particularly cold.
"Do you know the real reason the blossoms are such a beautiful color?" he asked as he turned to face Quatre.
At once he felt a chill go down his spine. All of his red flags went up in his mind as he realized that something about this man was not right.
"N-no. I'm afraid I don't." he stammered as he felt his muscles tense when the teen began to step toward him.
"The story is that long ago a young woman was murdered in this very park and her body was buried right under this tree. Every spring, the sakura are such a lovely shade of pale crimson because the tree is feeding off the blood of the unfortunate girl." He whispered as he came to a stop right in front of him.
Quatre couldn't tear his eyes away from the strangers blood red ones. He felt a low buzzing in his ears and his mind began to feel sluggish. His body began to relax and he didn't notice when the other teen led him deep into the grove of trees.
"W-what are you doing t-to me…." Quatre murmured, his tongue feeling thick and heavy.
Standing behind him, the other teen seemed to sniff the air surrounding Quatre with relish.
"Mmmm, the scent of purity and innocence…." He purred. Quatre felt goosebumps spread throughout his body as the teen bent his head and licked the side of his neck. He whimpered softl as he felt him pull the neck of his shirt down roughly and gently kiss the part he had just licked.
"Nothing tastes better with virgin blood than fear." He whispered in Quatre's ear as he ran his left hand down his body. Suddenly, Quatre saw that the teen's teeth were now long and jagged and his eyes were now cold and empty.
"P-please…..don't…"he sobbed as the teen turned his head to the side to give himself better access to the large vein that flowed just below his pale skin.
The teen ignored his weak plea and swiftly embedded his sharp fangs into the soft skin of his neck thoroughly enjoying the strangled gasp that escaped from his victim's sweet lips.
Quatre's mind exploded into a million pieces as the sharp pain in his neck was followed with a floating sensation. He felt all the blood in his body flow toward the man at his neck and he began to feel lightheaded.
Just as he was about to loose consciousness, the teen broke away and let Quatre slump to the ground. Gasping, he wiped the small trickle of blood that dripped from his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I won't finish you off just yet my sweet virgin." the teen said coyly as he smirked at Quatre who looked up at him with eyes glazed over. Kneeling and putting his lips near his ear he whispered softly
"Your blood is so sweet that I've decided to keep you around so that I will always have beautifully delicious blood to feed on. If you tell any living soul, I will kill you myself!" with a flash, he was gone and Quatre was left with his threat and the promise of another meeting echoing in his ears.