Title: Underworld
Author: Mage-Alia
Category: Gundam Wing/ Underworld crossover
Rating: Somewhere around M 15+ for Violence…
Summary: Heero is Selene and Duo is Michael. Heero is a vampire caught in the war between races, he's the perfect soldier until Duo comes onto the scene and changes everything he thought he'd ever known as they both get caught up in a conspiracy that has been around almost as long as the war itself.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or underworld and if I were to say that I did I'd be in deep shit most likely… so I try to avoid that… heh
Chapter 1: Heero the Death Dealer.
The rain pounded mercilessly down on the dark streets of London in a never ending symphony, broken only by the crack of thunder as lightning crashed through the clouds, illumination the figure crouched easily on the rail of an ancient stone balcony that lay within the protection of the looming bell tower. Messy brown hair obscured prussian blue eyes as they scaned the oblivious people in the street below, searching for their target.
The war had all but ground to a halt in the blink of an eye…
Rain dripped through chocolate colored bangs and down the tanned skin of his face. Even after centuries spent hidden from the sun his flesh still kept it's healthy living color.
Zechs
The most feared and ruthless leader ever to rule the Lycan clan
had finally been killed. The Lycan horde scattered to the winds
in a single evening of flame and retribution…
The view finder of the camera flickered with an audiable click as it took the image of the tall dark haired woman who strode down the street, a shabby looking unremarkable man following at her shoulder.
Victory…
It seemed…
Was in our grasp
The very birthright of the vampires
Dark lips parted in anticipation as his blue eyes flickered toward the woman on the balcony across the street. The black leather she wore only exaggerated the paleness of her skin. Brown hair fell around her face in rat tails as she nodded. Above them, thunder boomed.
Nearly six centuries have passed since that night
Yet the ancient blood feud proved unwilling to follow Zechs to the grave.
Though Lycans where fewer in number,
The war itself had become more perilous.
For the moon no longer held her sway…
Older, more powerful Lycans where now able to change at will.
The weapons had evolved but our orders remained the same…
Hunt them down and kill them off
One by one
Closing his eyes he turned his face to the sky, letting the rain wash over him in a rare moment of peace as the other vampire slung the camera over her shoulder via the strap.
Our most successful campaign.
Perhaps, to successful…
For those like me, the Death Dealers,
It signaled the end of an era
Like the weapons of the previous century
We to had become obsolete…
Looking back to the female vampire he watched as she slipped off the rail and plummeted toward the ground. Streching in a single fluid, cat like movement he stood on the rail and stared out at the gray landscape.
A pity really, because I lived for it…
Finally he took a step off the railing and pushed under the relentless rain dropped alarmingly fast toward the ashvault and concrete below. His long, much loved black trench coat flying up around his frame, revealing tight leather pants that fit like spandex, combat boots practically belted to his legs and powerful lean muscles under his black tank top. Almost casually he landed on his feet and swaggered off toward the subway entrance, no one in the crowd even noticed his passing.
Heh! Okay I couldn't help but put the spandex crack in there, it wouldn't be Heero without some mention of spandex… Anyway how do you like it? Good? Bad? I've been meaning to get around to doing this for a while now and I just dug it up out of my pile of crap today so I thought you readers would like a look at it.
Tell me what you think!
Cya