[Written in 2001 most likely]

[Edited 8/22/15]

"Operation Massacre"

Chapter One

Darkness surrounded the silent nightclub as he moved through the crowd of vampires. Techno music that had been booming a few moments ago was now only a few decimals, hardly audible by anyone. Cold blue eyes scanned the crowd, approval set in his smiling face.

Luzcrezia Noin smiled as the pureblood passed her, Millardo Peacecraft reserving a small wink for her. She was the second in command and his lover.

Duo Maxwell observed this display of power with dispassionate eyes. Millardo Peacecraft was no leader, he only exercised power when necessary. "He doesn't deserve to be called leader. All he's done is oppressed our many clans instead of leading them into the future. Something needs to be done."

"Where are we going again?" Quatre asked, eyeing Catherine skeptically. Rolling her eyes, Catherine dismissed his question, taking it as a sign of nervousness. He should be excited to meet our leader, not scared. Perhaps he's not cut out for our lifestyle. I might have misjudged him. "Quatre, do you want to meet him another time?'

"No, no, I want to do this. I have to do this if I want to be a part of your life. I want to be with you forever, Cath." Catherine parked the car then turned to Quatre with softened eyes. "You don't know what forever means, I do." Laying a hand upon her, Quatre smiled, understanding her protest. "I love you, Cath. I would never ask for something which I did not want."

"Oh, Quatre."

"Come on, we have an appointment to make, don't we?"

Everything was going according to plan, Quatre thought as he walked to the club entrance. Coughing, he whispered into the microphone attached to his chest, "Nearly in. Attack force on standby?"

"Roger that, Sandrock. Heavyarms over and out." Catherine glanced at Quatre, concerned. Perhaps he was catching a cold, I'd smell a disease a mile away. Buggs let her pass but held out a hand as Quatre stepped forward. Relax, Buggs, he's with me. I will take full responsibility for him. No worries, she spoke in their Slavic language. Nodding, Catherine grabbed Quatre's hand and smiled. "Welcome to my world, Quatre."

"We're in," he whispered into the microphone and himself. Operation Infiltration had begun. Catherine passed the entryway into the nightclub and froze upon seeing the doyen and Shinigami.

Quatre slammed his knee into Catherine's stomach, pulling out his pistol at the same time. Quatre knelt next to Catherine, and brushed her hair softly. "I didn't have a choice, Cath. Your people were going to stage an attack on humans tomorrow. If I wanted to help out, I had to trick you into leading me here. I'm sorry, Catherine, but I didn't have a choice." Tears trickled down Quatre's face. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, pulling the trigger and trying to ignore the blood that seeped onto his knees.

"Sandrock?"

"Yeah," he whispered weakly then, "Yes?"

"I'm sorry to put this much strain on you, but your comrades need help. Apparently, they managed to destroy most of the vampires in the club, but the doyen wasn't there, Sandrock." Cursing, Quatre hurried into the club.

Duo observed the vampire hunters with curious interest. They had been armed with all the right weapons, and the battle had only taken an hour. None seem weary at all. A blond headed human joined him, demanding why they hadn't killed the doyen. "He wasn't here, Quatre, or else we would have had a harder time defeating the vampires."

"Hardly suitable for a warrior such as myself," Wufei muttered under his breath. "Shut up, Wufei!" Quatre yelled, spite claiming him for a moment. "Quatre, their doyen wasn't here. Don't torment yourself for making a mistake. After all, we're only human."

"Heero," Quatre said, staring at him. "Besides, you shouldn't take your frustration out on others," Trowa added, tearing off a strip of his shirt to cover his wounds. "Trowa, you're hurt," Quatre said, concerned for the well-being on his friend. "It's nothing a soldier like me can't handle," Trowa answered, tying off the cloth gaze quickly. "I can't understand it, Heero. I swear the doyen was here, dammit."

To Be Continued...