AN: I do not own any of the GW characters, although, I did have a boyfriend once that looked like Heero. Think how interesting those stories of intimacy were lol! Enjoy!

Also, I would like to add I have been on a little bit of a hiatus because of work and school, I haven't put out any new fan fiction and I would like to apologize for that. I hope you enjoy this one, I am not really sure where it's going to end up but I hope it's worth it. Do not be afraid to review! Good or bad, I will take any reviews given.

Warning: Very dark, torturous, sadistic, masochistic, religious bashing, romance, action, revengeful, and whatever I may think of next! Hehe!

Pairings: 1x2x1 mainly. Others will be made throughout the story.

WHAT LINGERS IN THE SHADOWS

CHAPTER 1

PROMISES OF DEATH

Heero's P.O.V

I cannot believe I fell into this trap set by mere humans. I can hear their laughter yet I am incapable of movement. My body feels like lead… so heavy and lethargic. How did I get into this mess?

These men called themselves "Vampire Hunters". Do they honestly know what they are dealing with? My people are far more dangerous, far more powerful. I am one with the earth, wind, fire, and sea. I am Carpathian.

"Boss, are you positive that the injection renders him useless?" I hear the pathetic excuse of a human say. I can hear the uneasiness in his voice as I stare at him, promising death with my unwavering, glare.

"I am sure of it." I can hear the sneer in the man's voice though, I cannot see it. They laugh as the one entranced by my stair held the stake, the weapon that will, soon, be the cause of my death.

I know my end was going to come, but I did not expect it in such a cruel manner. There is so much blood in this coffin with me… my blood, the life giving essence of our people. Although we may not be vampires… we hold qualities of similarity. These humans attacked me in my own home… I did not react fast enough and they had the upper hand almost instantly. I tried to fight, tried to release myself from the excruciating pain… but to no avail.

"Boss, when we gunna kill him" Came an excited, almost psychotic, voice from my left. I slowly turn my head. The man next to me was smoking a cigar…the same cigar that was burning my skin no more than a couple hours ago. On his hip, was the silver knife that sliced into my body like butter, not too many hours prior. Some of the cuts were deep, others shallow.

He started burning me once again; my body was wracking and burning with the pain. I could smell my flesh being burned by the cigar… I could smell the scent of death… it was useless… I was going to die… Just as the thought entered my mind, the stake came down on me and the human by the name of George, started hammering it into my chest. I did not scream, I did not try to escape… there was no point in trying, I was utterly hopeless.

"That's it George, slam it home!" I hear insane laughter and pleasure in the leader's voice as the man, George, hammers the stake into me. I will never be able to forget the sound of my muscles giving-way to the object: forget the sound of the hammer hitting the top of the stake at a steady pace. The dumb-ass missed my heart; I could not move… I was now pinned to the coffin by the stake. At this point, what little blood that may have been left so that I may live, was pouring out of my body like an untamed river. All I could do was pray to god, if were their man, to kill me now and end the pain. I could not forgive this god for allowing the men to do this, to allow one of his specimens to be tortured in such a way, just for some psychotic humans' amusement.

"How does it feel to be treated like a pig on a pike…?" The boss sneers.

With all the energy I could call forth, I stared right into his eyes, promising his death. My Prussian blue, eyes slightly start to glow. His cohort-in-crime rushes hastily forward, and covered his boss's ash gray, eyes.

"Are you crazy?? Do not let him stair into your eyes, he can kill you just with a stair! He has power of which you do not fully comprehend! He can get into your psyche and control your mind, actions, and behavior! He could have easily of made you kill yourself with that blade strapped to your chest-holster! Think, and remember, the information that has been bestowed on us, by the president of our group, before doing stupid shit like that man!"

Just as the boss hears this he spits into my face, knowing that I could not retaliate to the action. "You think to control me you parasite?" The boss leans over me and snuffs his cigarette out on my arm. I refused to scream, at this point, I could no longer depict the different sights of pain. Everything was just pure agony and torture. I shall not give them the pleasure of hearing my screams or give them a reason to indulge any longer in their torture. I would not contribute to their entertainment.

As my vision began to fade, I remember seeing the sneers on the men's face. My vision began to fade as the wooden lid, of the coffin, slowly blocked my vision of the three. I promised to myself when I get out of this, if I get out of this… I would hunt down the three men that caused me my pain and kill them with my own hands.

I could hear the loud bang of them nailing the coffin lid on. I could no longer keep myself conscious and "Ome Oh Kuruso" was the last thought in my mind then, my world went black.