Hey, all! It's me! Only a small disclaimer here, I don't own the Gundam boys or their mecha, and The Vampires Lestat, Armand, Louis, Marius, and any others I may mention belong to Anne Rice. Memnoch, too.
-The Water Warrior
Carry On Dancing
The moonlight
Shines down interstellar beams
And the groove tonight
Is something more than you've ever seen
The stars and planets taking shape
A stolen kiss has come too late
In the moonlight
Carry on, keep romancing
Carry on, carry on dancing
In the moonlight
Carry on, keep romancing,
Carry on, carry on dancing
You're never safe till you see the dawn,
And if the clock strikes past midnight
The hope is gone
To move under…
The moonlight
Carry on, keep romancing
Carry on, carry on dancing
In the moonlight
Carry on, keep romancing
Carry on, carry on dancing
Move.
Closer.
Passion.
Stronger.
There's a magic only two can tell,
In the dark night,
Ultraviolet is a wicked spell
The stars and planets taking shape,
a stolen kiss has come too late
In the moonlight
Carry on, keep romancing
Carry on, carry on dancing
In the moonlight
Carry on, keep romancing
Carry on, carry on dancing
Moving on… Moving on all night…
Duo Maxwell, whom some called Shinigami, awoke in the middle of the night, gasping and sweating. He had had that same dream many times before. The details were fleeting, slipping from his mind like water slips through the fingers. All the same, he remembered the sensations, the feelings, and Eternity, opening before him like an infinite rose. And Him, And Her. One blond and smirking, the other with hair so dark, Wufei's may as well have been white. But what did this mean? Honestly, the God of Death didn't know. Grumbling to himself, Duo grabbed his sheets and rolled over, eager to return to sleep.
Suddenly, there was a soft noise from the windowsill. Duo spat an oath and leaped out of his bed. Instantly, he grabbed the nearest pistol and cocked it, taking aim at the barely lit window. A shadowy figure was there, crouching in the moonlight. Then it wasn't. Duo's soldier's instincts failed him for the first time ever. He looked around frantically. Where was he?! Somehow, Duo knew that the intruder was male.
Then, a voice, soft and low, whispered into his ear. "Hello, my Duo,"
Duo cried out in surprise, wheeling himself around. A young man in his mid-twenties (it seemed) was staring at him. It wasn't an oppressive gaze, but it unnerved the young pilot nonetheless.
"Moi, je suis Lestat de Lioncourt. Et tu, Dieu de la Mort, tu es la mienne." French?! With his American background, (and none of it from Louisiana) Duo knew nothing of the French Language. Yet he understood the words spoken by this stranger perfectly, almost as if they had been psychically spoken.
I am Lestat de Lioncourt. And you, God of Death, are mine. Duo struggled to get away from the young man who was dressed in velvet so blue, it was very nearly black. Lestat grinned at him impishly, baring white, pointed canine teeth… No, not teeth, fangs. Cursing wildly, Duo stumbled backwards. What in the name of all that was holy…
"Unholy," Lestat corrected him.
"Huh? What the…"
Lestat appeared amused. "It surprises you that I can read your thoughts?" Duo noted in passing that the name Lioncourt fit Lestat perfectly. His perfectly chiseled face (with skin far too pale to be human) was framed by a wealth of blond hair, like spun gold. Something about this man was very alluring, and it began to override Duo's apprehension.
"No," he found himself whispering, "No, it doesn't surprise me at all."
Lestat closed the distance between Duo and himself in half an instant. "Bishounen yo," he whispered sensually. Beautiful boy. In his hard, white fingers, this strange creature lifted Duo's chestnut braid to his face, gently stroking the immaculate tresses. Duo shivered slightly, but found himself quite unable to move. This was, like, totally unreal. The best he could manage was a slight turn of his head and a whimper.
The beautiful blond being gazed longingly at Duo's neck. "Don't tempt me like that. I want it, and you will yield to me." Lestat gasped in wonderment. "Oh, and how you resemble Marius' Amadeo…The hair. That's what it is… and your angelic face!"
Duo shivered again. In an attempt to regain some glimmer of spunk, he muttered, "If anything, I'm an angel of Death!"
"And that's why I want you, Duo Maxwell. Eternal night can be yours, if you feel the need to embrace it."
Feel the need. Sure. Right now, that was all Duo felt. One thing remained, however. He turned around and looked Lestat full in the face. "Can I still fight for peace between the Colonies and Earth?" This had become of the utmost importance to him of late, and he wouldn't just give it up.
"You can have whatever your heart desires, Duo. Forever."
Unbidden, tears stood in the young pilot's eyes. With a life like his, no one had ever offered him anything so enticing. "For real?" he whispered hoarsely.
"Cross my heart," Lestat's ice blue eyes bored into Duo's violet ones. With a slow exhalation of breath, Lestat's mouth closed over Duo's neck. Duo gasped as two tiny pinpricks of pain registered in his senses, followed by a sharp, painful tug on his blood vessels and heart. It came in waves, this pain, ebbing and flowing, pulling and releasing, dragging his lifeblood away… and dragging him along with it. Duo recognized the sensation of blood loss. He'd felt it before… but never like this. His vision swam, and all faded into the incomprehensible.
It seemed like he was floating. Almost as if he weighed nothing at all, Duo rose into the chorus of angels and spirits that welcomed him into the sky. Mom…a translucent figure, just Duo's height, opened her arms to him. … and Solo! The young thief gave his friend a knowing smirk. The spirits of Sister Helen and Father Maxwell waved as well. Duo smiled. He was finally home.
A rough jerk brought the young pilot back to reality. There was something buzzing in his senses, something hot, near. So close he smelled it. Blood.
Drink, Duo Maxwell. Join me in eternity.
His eyes opened of their own accord. Lestat's wrist was gashed and bleeding in front of him. The crimson fluid bubbled lazily down the vampire's pale arm. In one motion, far quicker than he'd ever deemed possible, Duo had clamped his mouth over Lestat's wound and was sucking, licking, drinking immortality into himself. It was like a deep animalistic instinct. Drink. Change. Survive. And on a deeper level, this permitted him to be Shinigami forever. He pulled harder on the lifeblood of his creator, silently thanking him.
Thank you…
Thank you…
Blood. Warm, smooth, thick, blood. This was easily the best sensation ever, Duo realized. This thirst, this hunger, this gratification… All of it overwhelming. Lestat's past, present, future… all of it locked into his memory. Magnus, Lestat's vampire creator, Gabrielle, his mother, made into a creature of the night to save her from a deadly disease… Lestat's own fledglings, Louis de Point-du-Lac, and Claudia, the exquisite child vampire, a grown woman trapped in the eternal body of a six-year-old.
Duo heard, sensed, felt all of Lestat's being. In this blood union, he knew all. Akasha, the self-proclaimed Isis, who became the Queen of the Damned. Enkil, her Osiris. Maharet and Mekare, the red haired twins. Marius and Pandora, the Roman vampires… all of their telepathic voices came to him in a rush.
A new one…?
Lestat dares to make another?!
The… God of Death…
…Yes, Duo whispered to them. The God of Death is back from Hell!
-The Water Warrior
Carry On Dancing
The moonlight
Shines down interstellar beams
And the groove tonight
Is something more than you've ever seen
The stars and planets taking shape
A stolen kiss has come too late
In the moonlight
Carry on, keep romancing
Carry on, carry on dancing
In the moonlight
Carry on, keep romancing,
Carry on, carry on dancing
You're never safe till you see the dawn,
And if the clock strikes past midnight
The hope is gone
To move under…
The moonlight
Carry on, keep romancing
Carry on, carry on dancing
In the moonlight
Carry on, keep romancing
Carry on, carry on dancing
Move.
Closer.
Passion.
Stronger.
There's a magic only two can tell,
In the dark night,
Ultraviolet is a wicked spell
The stars and planets taking shape,
a stolen kiss has come too late
In the moonlight
Carry on, keep romancing
Carry on, carry on dancing
In the moonlight
Carry on, keep romancing
Carry on, carry on dancing
Moving on… Moving on all night…
Duo Maxwell, whom some called Shinigami, awoke in the middle of the night, gasping and sweating. He had had that same dream many times before. The details were fleeting, slipping from his mind like water slips through the fingers. All the same, he remembered the sensations, the feelings, and Eternity, opening before him like an infinite rose. And Him, And Her. One blond and smirking, the other with hair so dark, Wufei's may as well have been white. But what did this mean? Honestly, the God of Death didn't know. Grumbling to himself, Duo grabbed his sheets and rolled over, eager to return to sleep.
Suddenly, there was a soft noise from the windowsill. Duo spat an oath and leaped out of his bed. Instantly, he grabbed the nearest pistol and cocked it, taking aim at the barely lit window. A shadowy figure was there, crouching in the moonlight. Then it wasn't. Duo's soldier's instincts failed him for the first time ever. He looked around frantically. Where was he?! Somehow, Duo knew that the intruder was male.
Then, a voice, soft and low, whispered into his ear. "Hello, my Duo,"
Duo cried out in surprise, wheeling himself around. A young man in his mid-twenties (it seemed) was staring at him. It wasn't an oppressive gaze, but it unnerved the young pilot nonetheless.
"Moi, je suis Lestat de Lioncourt. Et tu, Dieu de la Mort, tu es la mienne." French?! With his American background, (and none of it from Louisiana) Duo knew nothing of the French Language. Yet he understood the words spoken by this stranger perfectly, almost as if they had been psychically spoken.
I am Lestat de Lioncourt. And you, God of Death, are mine. Duo struggled to get away from the young man who was dressed in velvet so blue, it was very nearly black. Lestat grinned at him impishly, baring white, pointed canine teeth… No, not teeth, fangs. Cursing wildly, Duo stumbled backwards. What in the name of all that was holy…
"Unholy," Lestat corrected him.
"Huh? What the…"
Lestat appeared amused. "It surprises you that I can read your thoughts?" Duo noted in passing that the name Lioncourt fit Lestat perfectly. His perfectly chiseled face (with skin far too pale to be human) was framed by a wealth of blond hair, like spun gold. Something about this man was very alluring, and it began to override Duo's apprehension.
"No," he found himself whispering, "No, it doesn't surprise me at all."
Lestat closed the distance between Duo and himself in half an instant. "Bishounen yo," he whispered sensually. Beautiful boy. In his hard, white fingers, this strange creature lifted Duo's chestnut braid to his face, gently stroking the immaculate tresses. Duo shivered slightly, but found himself quite unable to move. This was, like, totally unreal. The best he could manage was a slight turn of his head and a whimper.
The beautiful blond being gazed longingly at Duo's neck. "Don't tempt me like that. I want it, and you will yield to me." Lestat gasped in wonderment. "Oh, and how you resemble Marius' Amadeo…The hair. That's what it is… and your angelic face!"
Duo shivered again. In an attempt to regain some glimmer of spunk, he muttered, "If anything, I'm an angel of Death!"
"And that's why I want you, Duo Maxwell. Eternal night can be yours, if you feel the need to embrace it."
Feel the need. Sure. Right now, that was all Duo felt. One thing remained, however. He turned around and looked Lestat full in the face. "Can I still fight for peace between the Colonies and Earth?" This had become of the utmost importance to him of late, and he wouldn't just give it up.
"You can have whatever your heart desires, Duo. Forever."
Unbidden, tears stood in the young pilot's eyes. With a life like his, no one had ever offered him anything so enticing. "For real?" he whispered hoarsely.
"Cross my heart," Lestat's ice blue eyes bored into Duo's violet ones. With a slow exhalation of breath, Lestat's mouth closed over Duo's neck. Duo gasped as two tiny pinpricks of pain registered in his senses, followed by a sharp, painful tug on his blood vessels and heart. It came in waves, this pain, ebbing and flowing, pulling and releasing, dragging his lifeblood away… and dragging him along with it. Duo recognized the sensation of blood loss. He'd felt it before… but never like this. His vision swam, and all faded into the incomprehensible.
It seemed like he was floating. Almost as if he weighed nothing at all, Duo rose into the chorus of angels and spirits that welcomed him into the sky. Mom…a translucent figure, just Duo's height, opened her arms to him. … and Solo! The young thief gave his friend a knowing smirk. The spirits of Sister Helen and Father Maxwell waved as well. Duo smiled. He was finally home.
A rough jerk brought the young pilot back to reality. There was something buzzing in his senses, something hot, near. So close he smelled it. Blood.
Drink, Duo Maxwell. Join me in eternity.
His eyes opened of their own accord. Lestat's wrist was gashed and bleeding in front of him. The crimson fluid bubbled lazily down the vampire's pale arm. In one motion, far quicker than he'd ever deemed possible, Duo had clamped his mouth over Lestat's wound and was sucking, licking, drinking immortality into himself. It was like a deep animalistic instinct. Drink. Change. Survive. And on a deeper level, this permitted him to be Shinigami forever. He pulled harder on the lifeblood of his creator, silently thanking him.
Thank you…
Thank you…
Blood. Warm, smooth, thick, blood. This was easily the best sensation ever, Duo realized. This thirst, this hunger, this gratification… All of it overwhelming. Lestat's past, present, future… all of it locked into his memory. Magnus, Lestat's vampire creator, Gabrielle, his mother, made into a creature of the night to save her from a deadly disease… Lestat's own fledglings, Louis de Point-du-Lac, and Claudia, the exquisite child vampire, a grown woman trapped in the eternal body of a six-year-old.
Duo heard, sensed, felt all of Lestat's being. In this blood union, he knew all. Akasha, the self-proclaimed Isis, who became the Queen of the Damned. Enkil, her Osiris. Maharet and Mekare, the red haired twins. Marius and Pandora, the Roman vampires… all of their telepathic voices came to him in a rush.
A new one…?
Lestat dares to make another?!
The… God of Death…
…Yes, Duo whispered to them. The God of Death is back from Hell!