Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing but I am the Queen of Darkness.
1 Bloodlight
Chapter 1: Flashes from the Past
Silence. Silence is a skill needed to survive, needed to hunt. No one knows this better than myself. To create sounds was to be discovered; to be discovered was to be destroyed.
Stories of vampires, witches, ghosts, how they make me laugh. I delight I horrifying people wit these tales. Watching their eyes widen in fear as the words sink in. Watching the beliefs they live upon crumble before my very eyes. Seeing the realization of what I truly am hit them as I prey upon their flesh.
Humans offer very little challenge. Their instincts and reflexes have been dulled by decades of pampered living. No challenge but quite entertaining none the less.
I dropped what was left of my most recent victim into the dumpster. I reverted to my human form and quickly exited the alley. Bored I walked to the park. This was one of man's better ideas. A small piece of nature surrounded by vast concrete forests. I lied down on the frost-coated grass and gazed at the moon. The chill was exhilarating against my bare arms. How I longed to be in a real forest. The moonlight was captivating. It held my attention. I didn't notice the boy resting on the park bench.
I turned my head to get a better look at him. He turned quickly obviously embarrassed that I caught him watching me. I laughed. "I didn't realize I had an admirer."
His face flushed for a split second. "Don't be embarrassed." I decided to have a bit of fun. "I know I'm good looking. I guess you couldn't resist."
He blushed again. "No it's not that. I was just wondering how someone could lie on the ground wearing a t shirt in the middle of December."
"Well the cold doesn't bother me much." I sat up and began looking him over. He was quite handsome. A rare beauty lost in a sea of flaws. His eyes reminded me of turquoise gemstones. Gemstones set in the finest gold hair.
Memories flashed back of my brother. Milliardo was so wonderful to me, protecting me from the evils of the world. I remember it was a night similar to this one. I sat in our wheat field gazing at the sky. It was three nights until a blue moon. I waited for Milliardo to come join me in stargazing. I could hear the wheat moving.
"Come brother the stars are beautiful tonight. I waited but his familiar form didn't appear. I stood only to be tackled back to the ground. My eyes flew open to meet with those of a snarling beast.
"Are you afraid child?"
I choked. Sobs racked my body. The mongrel face inched closer. I could smell the stench of blood on its lips. A clawed hand slid across my forehead.
"Don't you feel it? Witless girl you're bleeding. Ah you weren't worth the waiting but a meal is a meal."
Teeth like razor blades sank into my upper arm. I would've screamed but my mind was elsewhere. I was engrossed in the sight of my own blood pooling beneath me. Never would I have imagined something like this could happen to me.
That deranged thing that assaulted me began to lap at the puddle. It rubbed its bloody muzzle against my throat.
"You're no fun. Most girls scream so much that I'm forced to tear their throats out."
Just as it said this a gunshot rang out shredding the silence. My attacker was sent flying to the ground with enough force to make a sickening crack heard.
And there he stood my beloved brother gun barrel still smoking. He was at my side in a matter of seconds lifting and dragging my stumbling body toward our manor.
"Come on Lena you can run faster than this."
I was struggling to keep up with Milliardo. My mind was shrieking in terror but my body was shutting down. My dress was warm and sticky from the blood that had soaked into its fibers. The feeling was horrid.
We were covering ground fairly quickly though it did us little good. That monster wasn't on the ground for even a minute before it was pursuing us once more. Milliardo turned and fired his gun again barely slowing the creature. By some stroke of luck we both made it inside alive.
For the next two days Milliardo tended my wounds and protected me from other raids by the wolf man. Little did we know that this doomed him and damned me.
"Hey miss. Are you all right? You're awfully pale. Are you sick?"
The boy's questions brought me back from my reverie. "Nani?'
"Are you sick. You don't look very well."
"I'm fine. Just thinking about something that's all."
The boy walked over and sat beside me. "You'll catch pneumonia sitting out here like this." He put his jacket around my shoulders.
"You know being too nice to people can also be dangerous to your health. You don't even know who I am."
"Yeah that's true but I think I'll take the risk. I don't think I need to fear you."
I eyed him carefully. There was something different about this boy. Some sort of bravery entwisted with kindness. It was strange. I was sure people like this didn't exist anymore. You hardly ever see kindness these days.
I extended my hand. " Relena Peacecraft."
His hand met mine. " Quatre Winner." His handshake was firm but gentle. "So Relena. Quatre stood and pulled me up. "Want to go some where warmer?"
We ended up sitting in a café a few blocks away from the park. We sat at a small table in the corner sipping fresh tea. At first the conversation consisted of normal small talk but rapidly changed to world government policies. Just as I made my point about the new peace treaty between China and Japan Quatre looked at his watch. A horrified expression crept across his face. "I'm so late. Sorry Relena but I have to leave."
Quatre tossed some money onto the table and tore out of the café. I stood on the sidewalk watching him bolt down the street. I glanced at my own watch. It was only ten o' clock. I decided to follow him.
I quickly scaled the fire escape of a nearby building. The rooftops would be safer and much faster. I began running easily catching up. I matched his pace step for step until arriving at an apartment building. I watched as Quatre entered.
I didn't know what he was so worried about. After all it wasn't very late. I jumped to the fire escape of his building. Trying to find his apartment wasn't easy but I soon noticed him entering one. I crept up to the window intent on discovering his motives for running so fast.
Quatre shut the door to his living room praying he wasn't caught. He made it halfway across the floor before being intercepted by an angry man.
"Where exactly have you been Quatre?"
I could easily sense the fear Quatre was conveying. He stared at the floor not daring to look at the man. "I.I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be late. I just."
He was cut off abruptly. The man punched him in the face sending Quatre sprawling to the floor.
The hair on the back of my neck bristled. How dare he lay a hand on Quatre. I was tempted to rip the window from its place and dismember that man where he stood. But what would Quatre think of me then? I watched as he advanced toward Quatre. Quatre threw his arm up in defense. "I'm sorry father please."
His father! I could feel my lips curl back in a snarl. That bastard. How could he treat his own son in such a way? He grabbed Quatre by the shirt dragging him from the floor. He threw Quatre into the wall.
"Go to your room now! And I swear if this ever happens again I'll kill you myself."
I followed Quatre by way of the windows to his room. My eyes trailed him as he slid into bed. He gingerly raised his hand to touch the bruise already forming on his face. He didn't cry out or even whimper. No Quatre was too strong for that.
I stayed outside his window until I was sure he had fallen asleep. I crawled to their living room window. His father lied passed out on the couch. A bottle of vodka spilled on the floor by his hand. I sneered. I saw this man once and already I despised him.
My mind was racing. I needed something to distract my self before I lost it. I dug through my pockets finding a fifty-dollar bill. That was all the money my earlier victim had on him.
I walked to the nearest convenience store and spent my money on groceries even though I had no desire to eat any of them. I headed back to my own apartment on the other side of town and proceeded to restock my kitchen. I can consume human food but let me just say it isn't as healthy or as satisfying as human meat.
I awoke to a rumbling stomach but didn't quite feel like hunting. The events of last night still crept through my mind. I dressed and exited the building. The wind was sharp against my face. Today my arms were covered. Quatre's concerned words must have affected my clothing decisions. My gaze fell to the ground as I turned in the direction of the park.
My fists clenched burying nails into soft flesh. "I will help him."
1 Bloodlight
Chapter 1: Flashes from the Past
Silence. Silence is a skill needed to survive, needed to hunt. No one knows this better than myself. To create sounds was to be discovered; to be discovered was to be destroyed.
Stories of vampires, witches, ghosts, how they make me laugh. I delight I horrifying people wit these tales. Watching their eyes widen in fear as the words sink in. Watching the beliefs they live upon crumble before my very eyes. Seeing the realization of what I truly am hit them as I prey upon their flesh.
Humans offer very little challenge. Their instincts and reflexes have been dulled by decades of pampered living. No challenge but quite entertaining none the less.
I dropped what was left of my most recent victim into the dumpster. I reverted to my human form and quickly exited the alley. Bored I walked to the park. This was one of man's better ideas. A small piece of nature surrounded by vast concrete forests. I lied down on the frost-coated grass and gazed at the moon. The chill was exhilarating against my bare arms. How I longed to be in a real forest. The moonlight was captivating. It held my attention. I didn't notice the boy resting on the park bench.
I turned my head to get a better look at him. He turned quickly obviously embarrassed that I caught him watching me. I laughed. "I didn't realize I had an admirer."
His face flushed for a split second. "Don't be embarrassed." I decided to have a bit of fun. "I know I'm good looking. I guess you couldn't resist."
He blushed again. "No it's not that. I was just wondering how someone could lie on the ground wearing a t shirt in the middle of December."
"Well the cold doesn't bother me much." I sat up and began looking him over. He was quite handsome. A rare beauty lost in a sea of flaws. His eyes reminded me of turquoise gemstones. Gemstones set in the finest gold hair.
Memories flashed back of my brother. Milliardo was so wonderful to me, protecting me from the evils of the world. I remember it was a night similar to this one. I sat in our wheat field gazing at the sky. It was three nights until a blue moon. I waited for Milliardo to come join me in stargazing. I could hear the wheat moving.
"Come brother the stars are beautiful tonight. I waited but his familiar form didn't appear. I stood only to be tackled back to the ground. My eyes flew open to meet with those of a snarling beast.
"Are you afraid child?"
I choked. Sobs racked my body. The mongrel face inched closer. I could smell the stench of blood on its lips. A clawed hand slid across my forehead.
"Don't you feel it? Witless girl you're bleeding. Ah you weren't worth the waiting but a meal is a meal."
Teeth like razor blades sank into my upper arm. I would've screamed but my mind was elsewhere. I was engrossed in the sight of my own blood pooling beneath me. Never would I have imagined something like this could happen to me.
That deranged thing that assaulted me began to lap at the puddle. It rubbed its bloody muzzle against my throat.
"You're no fun. Most girls scream so much that I'm forced to tear their throats out."
Just as it said this a gunshot rang out shredding the silence. My attacker was sent flying to the ground with enough force to make a sickening crack heard.
And there he stood my beloved brother gun barrel still smoking. He was at my side in a matter of seconds lifting and dragging my stumbling body toward our manor.
"Come on Lena you can run faster than this."
I was struggling to keep up with Milliardo. My mind was shrieking in terror but my body was shutting down. My dress was warm and sticky from the blood that had soaked into its fibers. The feeling was horrid.
We were covering ground fairly quickly though it did us little good. That monster wasn't on the ground for even a minute before it was pursuing us once more. Milliardo turned and fired his gun again barely slowing the creature. By some stroke of luck we both made it inside alive.
For the next two days Milliardo tended my wounds and protected me from other raids by the wolf man. Little did we know that this doomed him and damned me.
"Hey miss. Are you all right? You're awfully pale. Are you sick?"
The boy's questions brought me back from my reverie. "Nani?'
"Are you sick. You don't look very well."
"I'm fine. Just thinking about something that's all."
The boy walked over and sat beside me. "You'll catch pneumonia sitting out here like this." He put his jacket around my shoulders.
"You know being too nice to people can also be dangerous to your health. You don't even know who I am."
"Yeah that's true but I think I'll take the risk. I don't think I need to fear you."
I eyed him carefully. There was something different about this boy. Some sort of bravery entwisted with kindness. It was strange. I was sure people like this didn't exist anymore. You hardly ever see kindness these days.
I extended my hand. " Relena Peacecraft."
His hand met mine. " Quatre Winner." His handshake was firm but gentle. "So Relena. Quatre stood and pulled me up. "Want to go some where warmer?"
We ended up sitting in a café a few blocks away from the park. We sat at a small table in the corner sipping fresh tea. At first the conversation consisted of normal small talk but rapidly changed to world government policies. Just as I made my point about the new peace treaty between China and Japan Quatre looked at his watch. A horrified expression crept across his face. "I'm so late. Sorry Relena but I have to leave."
Quatre tossed some money onto the table and tore out of the café. I stood on the sidewalk watching him bolt down the street. I glanced at my own watch. It was only ten o' clock. I decided to follow him.
I quickly scaled the fire escape of a nearby building. The rooftops would be safer and much faster. I began running easily catching up. I matched his pace step for step until arriving at an apartment building. I watched as Quatre entered.
I didn't know what he was so worried about. After all it wasn't very late. I jumped to the fire escape of his building. Trying to find his apartment wasn't easy but I soon noticed him entering one. I crept up to the window intent on discovering his motives for running so fast.
Quatre shut the door to his living room praying he wasn't caught. He made it halfway across the floor before being intercepted by an angry man.
"Where exactly have you been Quatre?"
I could easily sense the fear Quatre was conveying. He stared at the floor not daring to look at the man. "I.I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be late. I just."
He was cut off abruptly. The man punched him in the face sending Quatre sprawling to the floor.
The hair on the back of my neck bristled. How dare he lay a hand on Quatre. I was tempted to rip the window from its place and dismember that man where he stood. But what would Quatre think of me then? I watched as he advanced toward Quatre. Quatre threw his arm up in defense. "I'm sorry father please."
His father! I could feel my lips curl back in a snarl. That bastard. How could he treat his own son in such a way? He grabbed Quatre by the shirt dragging him from the floor. He threw Quatre into the wall.
"Go to your room now! And I swear if this ever happens again I'll kill you myself."
I followed Quatre by way of the windows to his room. My eyes trailed him as he slid into bed. He gingerly raised his hand to touch the bruise already forming on his face. He didn't cry out or even whimper. No Quatre was too strong for that.
I stayed outside his window until I was sure he had fallen asleep. I crawled to their living room window. His father lied passed out on the couch. A bottle of vodka spilled on the floor by his hand. I sneered. I saw this man once and already I despised him.
My mind was racing. I needed something to distract my self before I lost it. I dug through my pockets finding a fifty-dollar bill. That was all the money my earlier victim had on him.
I walked to the nearest convenience store and spent my money on groceries even though I had no desire to eat any of them. I headed back to my own apartment on the other side of town and proceeded to restock my kitchen. I can consume human food but let me just say it isn't as healthy or as satisfying as human meat.
I awoke to a rumbling stomach but didn't quite feel like hunting. The events of last night still crept through my mind. I dressed and exited the building. The wind was sharp against my face. Today my arms were covered. Quatre's concerned words must have affected my clothing decisions. My gaze fell to the ground as I turned in the direction of the park.
My fists clenched burying nails into soft flesh. "I will help him."