Senza Deus
By AlantisB
Disclaimer: I don't own Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles at all! Don't sue me! I also don't own Gundam Wing, ::sniffles::
A/N: New idea alert! I'm just testing out this story idea, it is of course, a teaser. I want to see how many responses I get to this. Oh, and if your wondering about the title, its Latin for "Without God". I got it from some fanfiction story I read :;smiles sheepishly:: I just don't remember where. Please tell me if I took that from your story! Thanks! Now Enjoy it and remember, FEEDBACK!
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"In my opinion you can take the world in two ways;
You can see it as the depressing place it is and cry,
or you can see it as the depressing way it is
and make fun of it."
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He gazed over at his charge.
It was midnight and all was quiet and peaceful in the town of New Orleans. It was the Marti Gras and loud music was pumping out into the streets where thousands of mortals danced to the music, the beat making even the old adults into their late 80's dance to the enticing musical sound. Tourists and a few natives to New Orleans smoked a little grass as they became high on the calming, drugging effect it had on them. Everyone was smoking at least one joint tonight even at the risk of police finding them, they didn't care because it was one big party. Bottles of liquor were passed out at every time someone finished one off, neighbors were giving strangers beer and allowing them to feast on the food that was brought out because today was Fat Tuesday.
To him it seemed like one huge excuse to get loaded and have fun in a huge city party. But that was just him, really! Actually his charge was thinking along the lines he was but he didn't think of it as it was wrong, in a sense his charge desperately wished to join the party that the mortals were having but it wouldn't be right or fair. Besides, his charge looked too young to be in this drinking party, they wouldn't let him join in. But that was fine with him, he knew his charge tended to get a little out of control and thus would cause a big ruckus among the humans even if they were drunk out of their minds.
He looked up at the stars that shined down onto the tiny planet he was currently on. They sparkled as if amused and watching a great performance being acted out to them for their enjoyment. The moon was full casting a haunting light over his charge that looked so young. But he knew that his charge was in fact, thousands of years old! Age seemed not to dim the beautiful creature that his charge really was, his thick wavy chestnut hair seemed more luscious and it reached his charge's knees. His charge could pass for a normal human except for one thing, his eyes. Those beautiful haunting violet eyes stared straight into your soul and captured you under a hypnotizing gaze as the ancient wisdom showed clearly in those depths, it could make a grown man shiver at the sight.
Mostly his charge ignored it or used it to his advantage in some cases, but he didn't go over board with it. He was in reality, a very compassionate person and didn't want to see anyone suffer because of him. It was this reason his charge was now hunting an escaped convict that was charged with the crime of committing murder to the first degree. His charge was very strict on himself and only hunted the most evil of mortals for the blood he needed to survive. He admired him for that, it took a lot of strength not to beat yourself up from guilt every time you killed someone.
After all people, he should know the most because he had killed during his lifetime. He came from an ancient tribe that had been around in Egypt long before the Egyptian clan took over his land and tried to rule it with its two new rulers named Enil and Ashka. He was a general in the most blood-filled of battles during the times that the Egyptian clan tried to take over the country. His men were the strongest in the army and he was considered as the High Priest General of the tribe and fought with honor by eating his enemies when he killed them after a battle. Back in those days, to honor the dead you ate the bodies in a ceremony that gave you the knowledge of your enemies by eating the heart. People used to think that the heart was where your soul was located and that you would gain power by consuming the organ. But now a days, people considered the brain as the central organ.
He remembered he was only sixteen when he became the High Priest General which caused many a people to hate him for it. He wouldn't lie to himself, he knew he had many enemies out for his blood but it was out of his hands when the chief decided to attack the Egyptians to steal back their land. It was in that battle that he met his demise. He was at the head of the army attacking viciously at the enemy by hacking them away with his sword. He remembered turning around when he sensed movement only to be enpaled by a sword of the enemy. He had gasped in shock as blood pored out of his mouth and he gazed at his attacker in hatred as the eastern boy with black eyes and hair tied back too tight smirked and mouthed "weakling" to him as he slipped into the darkness and fell to the ground.
But he knew the guilt, it was for that reason for his sins that he was sent to guard a newborn babe of his enemies, the Egyptians. At first, he was disgusted and wanted to kill the baby on sight but when the little child opened his eyes from sleep it cooed and stared at him with those large, violet orbs. When people are very young, their brains have yet to put up defenses to block out images of things they aren't suppose to see which explained why his charge saw him. His little charge smiled up at him with a toothless grin and held up his chubby arms to be picked up. He was confused and moved closer to gaze at the child. He was told that if he tried hard enough he could touch something solid. So against his instincts, he gently lifted the baby into his arms and watched as the babe yawn cutely and blinking up at him sleepily before snuggling closer and started to suck his little thumb as he drifted off to sleep.
The ice around his heart melted a little as he cradled the little child against him. After a few minutes he set the child down gentle and pulled the covers up to its chin and sighed. He knew this child was his enemy, at least he was his enemy when he was alive but now he understood that the child had done nothing to him. He was an innocent and perhaps he could even learn to like the little baby if it didn't annoy him too much. He had no idea what Odin-sama had up his sleeve making him a guardian of his enemy but it had to be for a good reason.
Now he knew why he his charge was so special.
When his charge had turned fifteen he became a high priest of the temple of death. Egyptians back then, worshiped the God of Death and not the Sun God named Amon-Ra. It was a wonderful ceremony of his priest hood and he had attended although no one saw him. Presents were given to his charge as homage for his coming-of-age. One present was a big chest that the boy had opened right away. Red silk blankets were all tucked under the small black, panther cub - which looked up at its new master with large yellow eyes. His charge had picked up the small cub and cradled it to his chest. For some reason he couldn't understand, the cub hadn't struggled at all and in fact, purred in his master's embrace. He had named the cub "Bast" for the cat goddess, Bastet; that was sometimes considered the keeper of the dead since cats were the guardians of underworld gates.
The last give he was given were his priest robes that were white baggy pants that tightened at his ankles and a loose white shirt that showed off his chest and no sleeves were on the shirt at all. The open chest would show off his amulet - which would symbolize his priesthood. All in all, it was pretty nice.
During the next year he saw his charge become the priest he was meant to be while raising the cub at the same time. But he remembered he had sensed danger near the priest whenever he visited at night to the pale looking King and Queen as he told them all the things that had happened over the course of a week. He thought for sure that his charge was in no danger for Enil and Ashka were very good rulers and listened intently as he told them what had happened. He had never suspected...
He looked over at his charge that was closing in on his victim. The boy came up to the man and seduced him with charming looks and leering gestures. His charge smiled seductively as he gently pulled the man into the alley before he grinned wickedly and put his hand over his victim's mouth so the man wouldn't be heard screaming as he sank his pearly white fangs into the man's unsuspecting neck. The man sighed and he watched as bliss came over the man as his spirit slowly detached from the body into the spirit realm from the death of blood loss.
His charge finished drinking and bit his finger to drip a little of his special blood to cover up the wound on the neck he created. He then flicked his wrist as a knife slipped out of his sleeve and he slashed the man's throat to make it looked like he was mugged. He wiped his knife on the man's shirt before he slipped the knife back into his sleeve and headed out into the warm street lamps to party.
Heero sighed as he watched his charge start to have fun as an ache formed in his chest. His charge was vampire child of Ashka, the Queen of the Damned; that had named her fledgling "The God of Death". His chilling blue eyes hardened as he thought of it because being the lucky guy he is; he was the guardian angel of the vampire Maximillion Dueo.
His death.
His redemption.
His Duo.
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Hmm, I'm undecided if I should continue this or leave it as a one shot! Please tell me if you're interested about me continuing this!
-AlantisB