Disclaimer: ok, I dont own gundam wing, or the white wolf RPG (which is what a lot of the charas forms are from) so please dont sue me, Im just a humble writer
well, Im sick with the flu, and I dont really wanna sit in bed a wallow, so this seemed like a good time to get this idea off my chest, I WILL finish Spring Break sometime, but my digi-muse is away on vacation
Duo- I miss Ken.... it's harder to bug you without him
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The night was cloudy, and not one star brightened the inky heavens. Time seemed to drag by in hours for seconds for the 5 pilots ensconced in their newest hideout. Their respective doctors and scientiests had made the decision that it would be easier for them to fight as a whole unit, if they knew one another as best as possible. That was the catalyst that send five 15 year old soldiers living in the center of L2, the lowest income bracket of all the colonies, and thusly, the easiest to make a living in. Little did they know, that their secrets, the skeletons in their closest, would be much harder to conceal.
It was on this night, that the first of those dreaded skeletons decided to make it's appearance. Duo Maxwell, the braided, violet eyed American youth sat on his bed in the room he shared with one, Heero Yuy. Dinner had long since been over, and the soldier was feeling hungry, but not for food, but for the one thing he did not have access to anymore. His roomate was downstairs, speaking with the others, all oblivious to the soul-wrenching pain their comrade was experiencing. A small mirror lay on the small beside table, a constant torment and reminder for the American. His blood boiled, and he pressed one strong hand to his chest, wishing away the bloodlust that had so claimed his soul. "I have to..." he gasped, grabbing his long black trenchcoat from it's place, draped over a nearby chair. He moved with an animalistic grace, nearly inhuman, as he swept down the stairs, past the backs of his friends, and out the frontdoor.
'Tonight is the last time...' Duo thought to himself as he walked down the street, an iron grip over the panic that swept his heart. An old said promise, so oft repeated, but never realized. He did not have the strength to end it all, the eternal torment that had gripped him, and held him captive for nearly a year. Not old, like many would think, not one of the nightwalkers that had lived centuries, but merely a fledgling, new to the ways he had been initiated into.
Crouched low in the shadows hid a slight figure, matted hair and torn clothing. To anyother, she would have been nearly invisible, but to the hungry vampire, she was the perfect target to releave the aching bloodlust. With speed and grace not bestowed on the living, Duo had approached the homeless girl. Bending the terrified girl's neck to the side, he breathed softly in the scent. She was not old, not much than ten or fifteen herself. Pushing back the thread of humanity that nagged constantly at his mind, he sank his razor sharp fangs into her neck, and drank deeply of her essence. She screamed, before falling dead, her last sights, of the graceful, yet deadly young man that had brough her fateful end, in a flash of white-hot pleasure. For the bite was not pain, it was pleasue in it's purest form.
Duo wiped the sweet copper blood from his lips and dropped a delicate kiss on the girl's cold forehead. "I can't have you ghouled my dear..." he whispered quietly, and began the short walk back to the shabby house.
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ok, I know it was short, but hey, im working on it. I need some ideas ppl, so if any of you know the white wolf rpg games, please, I need some ideas for the what the other pilots are. they don't have to be vampire archtypes, Im thinking of making a few shifter, bete and the like.
oh! and one more thing, a ghoul is basically, after you drink from a mortal, if they are left alive, they lose their soul, and are basically your slave, they lose all sence of self, and live to serve you. that will last until the vampire decides to embrace (change) them completely. think along the lines of Wrenfield from the original Dracula.
well, Im sick with the flu, and I dont really wanna sit in bed a wallow, so this seemed like a good time to get this idea off my chest, I WILL finish Spring Break sometime, but my digi-muse is away on vacation
Duo- I miss Ken.... it's harder to bug you without him
---===*===---
The night was cloudy, and not one star brightened the inky heavens. Time seemed to drag by in hours for seconds for the 5 pilots ensconced in their newest hideout. Their respective doctors and scientiests had made the decision that it would be easier for them to fight as a whole unit, if they knew one another as best as possible. That was the catalyst that send five 15 year old soldiers living in the center of L2, the lowest income bracket of all the colonies, and thusly, the easiest to make a living in. Little did they know, that their secrets, the skeletons in their closest, would be much harder to conceal.
It was on this night, that the first of those dreaded skeletons decided to make it's appearance. Duo Maxwell, the braided, violet eyed American youth sat on his bed in the room he shared with one, Heero Yuy. Dinner had long since been over, and the soldier was feeling hungry, but not for food, but for the one thing he did not have access to anymore. His roomate was downstairs, speaking with the others, all oblivious to the soul-wrenching pain their comrade was experiencing. A small mirror lay on the small beside table, a constant torment and reminder for the American. His blood boiled, and he pressed one strong hand to his chest, wishing away the bloodlust that had so claimed his soul. "I have to..." he gasped, grabbing his long black trenchcoat from it's place, draped over a nearby chair. He moved with an animalistic grace, nearly inhuman, as he swept down the stairs, past the backs of his friends, and out the frontdoor.
'Tonight is the last time...' Duo thought to himself as he walked down the street, an iron grip over the panic that swept his heart. An old said promise, so oft repeated, but never realized. He did not have the strength to end it all, the eternal torment that had gripped him, and held him captive for nearly a year. Not old, like many would think, not one of the nightwalkers that had lived centuries, but merely a fledgling, new to the ways he had been initiated into.
Crouched low in the shadows hid a slight figure, matted hair and torn clothing. To anyother, she would have been nearly invisible, but to the hungry vampire, she was the perfect target to releave the aching bloodlust. With speed and grace not bestowed on the living, Duo had approached the homeless girl. Bending the terrified girl's neck to the side, he breathed softly in the scent. She was not old, not much than ten or fifteen herself. Pushing back the thread of humanity that nagged constantly at his mind, he sank his razor sharp fangs into her neck, and drank deeply of her essence. She screamed, before falling dead, her last sights, of the graceful, yet deadly young man that had brough her fateful end, in a flash of white-hot pleasure. For the bite was not pain, it was pleasue in it's purest form.
Duo wiped the sweet copper blood from his lips and dropped a delicate kiss on the girl's cold forehead. "I can't have you ghouled my dear..." he whispered quietly, and began the short walk back to the shabby house.
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ok, I know it was short, but hey, im working on it. I need some ideas ppl, so if any of you know the white wolf rpg games, please, I need some ideas for the what the other pilots are. they don't have to be vampire archtypes, Im thinking of making a few shifter, bete and the like.
oh! and one more thing, a ghoul is basically, after you drink from a mortal, if they are left alive, they lose their soul, and are basically your slave, they lose all sence of self, and live to serve you. that will last until the vampire decides to embrace (change) them completely. think along the lines of Wrenfield from the original Dracula.