Authors Notes: Okay, you thought Prophecy was finished didn't you? Well it is in one sense. But, it was originally written in a type of... well... lets just say I am working on a multi universal fic, which Prophecy comes under. This is the very first Universal fic, which is a little confusing at first. If I make no sense to you and you still wish me to explain, well, write a review and I will email you with the plan I have. Not in detail, just the basic idea of what I mean. Anyways, On with the fic.

Oh yeah, you didn't believe me when I said I'd fix Duo's hair??

What dreams may come....




"Twiip" The sound of a crossbow being fired alerted the Master to the Slayer's attack. He grinned and caught the bolt, before bounding to the exhausted Slayer. He knew one arm was broken as well as several ribs, and he grabbed hold of the injured appendage and smiled as the blonde boy screamed in pain. The Master wrapped his arms around the boy and held him still. "No" the boy was breathing heavily, and the master could feel the blood pounding through his veins. He drooled slightly and licked the boy's neck and to his delight, the boy shivered in fear.

He looked up and saw his protégé, a former friend of the Slayer and turned to him. "Trowa, you may have the honour" the vampire grinned and slid behind the boy. The smell of the blood was driving him wild. The Slayer gasped as Trowa ran a hand down his chest before holding the boy still. "I'm so sorry" a clear voice whispered and Trowa frowned as a memory tried to surface. Stubbornly, he pushed it down and pulled the boy's body against his own.

The Slayer was too tired and hurt to fight back and his head fell against the vampire's chest. Trowa frowned at the sensation he felt when that happened, and tilted the blonde head to the side. He smiled again as he thought of the blood pounding through the boys veins and he licked the child's' neck, much as the Master had. As his fangs slid into the pale skin he heard the last words murmured by the Slayer, "Trowa, Forgive me."

The words were forgotten as the blood began to drain from the boy and Trowa was in heaven. He'd never had blood that tasted as sweet as the Slayer's and he sucked it down eagerly, refusing to stop even as the Slayer collapsed in his arms. Only when he realised there was no more blood coming to him did he stop and pull away from the boy. He let the body fall to the floor and looked into the pale face. The boy's last words came back to him, "forgive me...". "No..." Trowa thought, remembering the blonde boy, his angel. The one he'd just killed.

He dropped to his knees and pulled the boy close to him, hoping against hope it wasn't too late. He took in the torn throat and the bruises surrounding the neck, There was no way, even with Heero's healing powers that The Slayer would have lived. A wet sensation dripped down his cheek and he lifted one clawed hand and wiped it away. "A tear. If only, all the tears I cried for you," He gently lowered the boy to the ground before facing the Master with a growl. "You made me kill him." The Master growled back before answering, "you, my boy, are a Vampire, he was a Slayer, that's what we do." The master turned away when he heard another twiip. He turned back, expecting a bolt flying at him. Not seeing it he frowned and then gasped as pain tore at his back, and over his shoulder stood Trowa, with the boy's stake, "You took my Angel, I'll take you." The Master growled at the boy before crumbling to dust and dropping to the cold ground. Trowa glared at the dust a moment before going back to the boy. He buried his face in the boy's neck and spoke "I'm sorry too Quatre, I forgive you."