Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gundam Wing characters. I only own those poor victims that serve as sustenance for the vamps in this fic.
Warning: This fic will contain yaoi and huge amounts of OOCness. So if you no like then no read. Capiche? Good.
Author's Note: I can't give you any definite details right now. I just wanted to try and see if I can do a vamp fic with some sort of plot. Haven't figured out the plot yet, but we'll see. Italics in quotation mean that it's someone talking on the other line of the phone. That is all. Go read.
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Chang Wufei looked down at his wristwatch as he walked down Queens Boulevard to the nearest subway entrance. He had been working late tonight, thanks to the sudden new shipment of tea leaves that had been delivered at the last minute. He would have left the boxes there and enter them into to stock tomorrow, but his uncle insisted that it be done tonight. He also insisted that Wufei come in early to open the shop, since his uncle claimed to be having sudden bouts of dizziness. Wufei could only roll his eyes as he continued to walk down the street. His uncle was famous for having sudden sicknesses when he was actually more fit than most eighty three year old men.
At the sudden sight of a snow flake Wufei sighed, pulling his jacket tighter around him. He hated the winter season. He found that he wasn't made for the cold. However, he did have to admit, it was a nice view from his apartment when the city was covered in snow. Though, he also found that he could just as easily move to a Caribbean island, or a warmer state. As he reached the stairs to the subway, his phone happened to ring and he stopped to pull it free from his coat pocket.
"Hello?"
"Wufei, did you leave the store yet?"
"Yes, uncle." Wufei said with a sigh. "Don't worry. I entered the shipment into the stock books, I emptied the cash register, put the money in the safe, stocked the shelves, set the alarms and I locked the door behind me."
"Thank you very much, Wufei." His uncle said over the phone. "I'm happy you chose to open the store tomorrow. I would do it, but it's just that these old bones are acting up again. I may not even show up until the afternoon."
Wufei groaned, raising his hand to massage his temple. His uncle couldn't even keep his stories straight. First, he was experiencing dizziness and now it was arthritis.
"Uncle, I have to go, I'm about to go into the subway."
"Okay, okay, have a safe trip home."
"Thank you, uncle. Good night."
Hanging up the phone, Wufei felt himself become suddenly weary. Tomorrow would not be his day. He would be in that shop all day again. He knew his uncle had said he'd be there in the afternoon, but he was pretty sure that meant the man would show up when it was five minutes to closing. Just as he always did. Deciding he didn't want to think about it anymore, Wufei started his way into the subway. He needed to get home as soon as possible if he even wanted some sleep tonight. That meant skipping both dinner and reading a chapter of his book. Though he could do without it, it wouldn't be the first time he had to skip them.
As he entered the subway, he reached into his pocket to pull out his Metrocard, heading over to the machines to check his balance. He was pretty sure that he had enough to get him home, but he still had to refill it in order to get to work and back tomorrow. He was unaware of the three men that stood behind the toll booth, their eyes watching him as he busied himself. The tallest of the three watched intently as Wufei continued to go on with his business, nearly oblivious to his surroundings. He gave a smile, his head nodding in the Chinese boy's direction. His two buddies smiled as well, knowing just exactly what their friend had in mind. With a quick glance around to make sure the coast was clear, the three started towards him.
Wufei, now finished with refilling his Metrocard, turned around to head towards the turnstiles. He was stopped however, jumping in surprise as he came face to face with a man. He was pushed back against the machine, now trapped between it and the man that leaned forward, his arms on either side of Wufei.
"Can I help you?" Wufei asked in a small voice, noticing the other two beside him.
The three of them chuckled simultaneously, the one hovering over Wufei taking to leaning on one arm, as the other hand reached into his pocket.
"Yeah, I was hoping you can help us out." He started, his green eyes boring into Wufei's. "You see my buddies and I are a little short on cash and we were wondering if you'd be willing to lend us a few dollars."
"I don't have any money."
The guy sighed, pulling out a switchblade knife, the metal gleaming in the light of the subway station. Wufei silently gasped, his eyes widening as the man toyed with it dangerously close to his neck.
"You see, we'd really like it if you'd cooperate." The man pointed out. "Otherwise my friends and I would have to find ways of convincing you."
"I don't have any money." Wufei said again. "Honestly, I just put the last of it on a Metrocard."
With a click of his tongue, the guy stood up straight, moving so that he was standing beside Wufei with an arm around the young man's shoulder.
"Aw, you see that's too bad." He said in a low voice, his buddies giggling beside them. "That means we'll just have to take whatever you can give."
As the grip on him tightened, Wufei tried his best to slowly slip free, but the arm around his shoulder went to being wrapped around his waist.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're kind of pretty for a boy?"
"No wait." Wufei begged, pulling away. "Look, I don't want trouble."
"Neither do we." One of the buddies told him, now behind him. "If you keep quiet like a good little boy, you won't have any."
"No, please just let me go." Wufei pleaded, finding himself now caught between them.
They circled in on him, each giving him a smile that sent goose bumps rising across his skin. This was not how he had expected this night to go. His eyes watched as the leader reached out for him, his hand automatically slapping it away. That little feat caused him to get his hands pulled behind his back and he didn't hesitate to try and fight himself free. Two pair of hands was now working on his jacket, one unfastening it while the other checked its pockets. His cell was found and he heard the last of the three giggle with glee, watching as the man pocketed it. His jacket was now open and he gave a short prayer as a plan came into his head. With the smallest of the three occupied with his phone; that left the ogre behind him and the leader of the group.
As said leader moved closer, his knee raised connecting with the man's groin so that he doubled over. Wufei then flung his head back, feeling it connect painfully with the larger man's nose. He was released and he took his opportunity to run. He easily pushed his way past the guy with his phone, heading for the turnstiles and crawling under them.
"Get him!"
The shouted words, urged him to move faster and he scrambled up from the floor once he cleared the turnstiles. His feet urged him to the stairs that headed to the train platforms. He quickly ran down them, silently begging a train to pull into the station at this moment. As he ran free of the stairs and further down the platform, he cried out as he was grabbed from behind.
"Let me go!" He cried, his body writhing so that he could be set free.
He only heard laughter as his mouth was covered, the three men dragging him off to the benches. He struggled harder as he was pushed down on his knees, hands bending him forward until his chest was against the bench's seat. His arms were pulled tightly behind his back and the very cold metal of a blade was pressed against his neck. His muffled cries stopped and his struggling waned. He was hit by the sudden realization that escape was inevitable and he was most likely going to be killed and left here for the morning rush to find him.
"That's right." The leader murmured as Wufei stilled. "Just keep still like a good little boy. We'll be quick."
"Let him go." A voice rang out from behind them.
The three thugs turned to face this new comer, a young man dressed entirely in black. His hair was unusually long, the chestnut locks held neatly in a braid. His eyes were shielded by sunglasses, which were unnecessary for the night. He walked closer, a hand decorated in fingerless gloves and black nail polish removing the frames from where they perched on his nose, revealing violet eyes. The three men stood to face him, their shoulders squaring in a form of a challenge. Wufei watched as the tension grew with wide-eyed silence. He had no idea what could happen now. This guy had happened to come across his little scenario and had decided to help. The only thing that Wufei was worried about was that the man wouldn't be able to defend himself. There were three of these assholes after all and only one of him.
"You got a problem, buddy?" The leader asked, his green eyes glaring. "What you see here don't concern you. So, why don't you take you're tough guy persona and get out of here?"
The braided man gave a chuckle, his glasses being folded away into the inside lining of his black overcoat. His eyes then looked to Wufei, who only stiffened under the gaze.
"Is he serious?" He asked the boy with a laugh.
Wufei could only shrug, not exactly sure if he could or even should answer the question. The man looked back to the three guys in front of him, shrugging his shoulders as well, a hand rising to beckon them.
"I can take you." He said with confidence, the three men snarling.
They looked back and forth between the three of them, each trying to figure out whether this guy was joking. The braided man only sighed in annoyance, stepping forward and grabbing the smallest of the three.
"You, shorty; come on and hit me."
Said shorty looked back to his boss with black beady eyes.
"Should I hit him, Joe?" He asked, the man nodding to him.
"Give it to him, Ricky."
"Yeah, come on, Ricky." The man taunted with a grin. "Why don't you give it to me?"
With a shrug he turned back to the man, his hands rising into fists as the braided man continued to taunt him. With a grunt he swung for the man's face, watching as his punch was easily avoided. What happened next he hadn't expected. A very heavy fist had connected with his stomach and it made him double over in pain. He barely had time to catch a hold of his senses; he only felt the sudden blow to his chest, hearing the unmistakable cracking of bone. He groaned as his lung was punctured, his black eyes looking up to find a smiling face.
"Sleep tight, Ricky."
At those words the man fell to the ground, black eyes looking up blankly at Wufei who cried out in shock as he frantically backed away. The two that were left watched wide-eyed at the body of their fallen comrade, before the larger of the two gave a loud roar, his body dragging towards the black-clad man. He only gave a smile, white teeth gleaming in the fluorescent lights as the ogre now stood in front of him.
"You want a piece of me, too?" He asked, his eyes looking up at the large shaved head.
As a large, meaty fist rose above his head the man sighed, his head shaking. He caught the large fist before it could come crashing down on his skull, the obese gangster in front of him giving a noise of surprise. As violet eyes glared up at his attacker, his grip tightened on the man's hand, the loud cracking sound echoing in the empty subway. The man gave a scream of pain as his friend objected loudly, though did nothing to help him.
"What are you doing?" The green-eyed man asked, watching his buddy cry out in pain. "Ed, fight back! Knock his lights out!"
Gritting his teeth, Ed tried to take his friend's advice, curling his free hand to strike out at his silent offender. But he instead got his already captured arm, twisted far enough that it broke, causing him to scream out again. His brown eyes looked up to the man's face, who gave a small chuckle before his foot rose to kick the man square in his chest. Wufei gasped as Ed went flying, the large man landing onto the electrified tracks. He turned away as the large body began to twitch, the loud electric popping and crackling covering the screams until they died away. He then turned black eyes up to his rescuer, who was now staring at the last remaining gangster with a malicious gleam and an amused smirk.
Said thug stood still in complete shock and fear, his right hand holding out the knife as it trembled. He watched the man step forward and he backed away, his left hand reaching for his back pocket. He pulled out a gun, pointing both it and the knife in the stranger's direction.
"Stay back!" He yelled, pointing the gun with each word. "Stay back or I swear I'll shoot!"
The words were ignored, the stranger stepping forward to close the distance between himself and Joe.
"I highly doubt that you'll be that stu-"
His words were cut off as the gun went off, the bullet hitting him in the middle of his chest. He was aware of Wufei's cry and he looked to the boy before he looked down to his now bleeding chest.
"Or maybe you are that stupid." He muttered, letting his fingers feel at the hole in his shirt.
He raised his head to look at the now smiling Joe, before he straightened himself to glare as the man started laughing. His hands rose to the hole in his shirt, tearing it so that it revealed where the bullet pierced his chest. Joe's laughter died as the bullet clattered to the tiled floor, the man kicking it to the side. He then watched as the small hole began to quickly close, healing until it was as if he had never shot the man at all. His eyes then rose to the man's face, meeting violet eyes that grew fiercer.
"What the fuck are you?" He asked, the weapons clattering to the floor.
He slowly backed away, his eyes never leaving those that drew closer, unaware that he was headed for the edge of the platform.
"I'm your worst nightmare." The man informed him through clenched teeth.
Wufei, who had been watching intently in silence, didn't know when his rescuer had crossed to the other side of the platform. He only heard Joe began to scream before it was cut short, his eyes widening as the darkly dressed man was burying his teeth into the thug's neck. This could not be happening; at least if it was happening then it had to be some sort of dream. There was the unmistakable sound of an approaching train and the stranger pulled away from the now very dead body of Wufei's attacker. As the train pulled into the station he let the body go, watching as it was dragged under the train, joining the large and now mutilated body of his partner Ed.
As the train stopped, Wufei forced himself to stand on shaky legs, the man turning to face him. In the blink of an eye he was in front of him, helping Wufei to stand up straight as the boy nearly toppled over.
Wufei couldn't speak, he couldn't even think. He could only stare wide-eyed at his savior and follow obediently as he was pulled toward the opening doors of the F-train.
"Is this your train?" The man asked him, replacing his sunglasses.
Wufei could only nod dumbly, before his eyes looked down at the man's exposed chest.
"I'm fine." The man assured him, gently pushing him onto the train. "I'll live."
As the man began to laugh at what seemed to be a private joke, Wufei slowly shook his head, his body slightly trembling from the excitement.
"What are you?" He asked in a low voice, the man giving him a smile.
It was a smile that sent a chill over Wufei's body and it was followed by a sultry laugh that ran a shiver down his spine. Along with a very strong heat to Wufei's cheeks and groin.
"I have the feeling that if I tell you, you wouldn't believe me." The man began as the bell signaled the closing of the doors. "Let's just say that I'm a passerby that lend you a hand."
The doors slid closed and Wufei continued to stare at the man, who slightly lowered his glasses to give the boy a wink. With that he was gone and Wufei was searching the platform past the train's windows as it began to pull off. As the train was pulled into the tunnel, Wufei slowly made his way to a seat, his eyes staring off into space as his mind ran over what had just happened. Three men were just killed in front of him and the last of the three had died by what method? His savior had sunk his teeth into his neck and…
"Oh my gods, I'm going crazy." Wufei said with a shake of his head. "I can't believe I'm actually contemplating this. They don't exist."
Though he couldn't help but wonder if he had truly encountered one tonight. He shook his head again to clear the thoughts from it but he found he couldn't stop himself from thinking about it. There was only one question that ran through his mind the entire trip home. Was there really a vampire in New York City?
T.B.C.
I have no idea where this is going, but if you think I can go somewhere with this tell me so. I'll try my best.
