Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters and concepts.

Warnings: AU, languages, homosexuality, 1x2, 3x4, 13x5x whatever Zechs number is XD, gores, OOC although I'll try to keep them in character as best I can when I mean to, and bad grammar. Err……Unprompted bits of anything else.

War of the Dead

Chapter 1

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For years and years the so dubbed creatures of myths was actually existed side by side along with the human. Although not all of them existed but myths are often facts that are woven with dreams to create. There are no real records of them so to determine between facts and fictions is quite impossible. However many things in life that thought not possible by the standard of human mind are possible.

After the War of the Dead ensued, all existed records of any was destroyed. Humanity was plunged into a veil of darkness and ceased to exist. The time before the war ironically now became the myth.

The origin of the war is unknown to the remaining human but known to the two races that used every acre of this earth as the battle ground, the Necromancer and the Vampire. The responsibility of the war placed squarely on the shoulder of one man by both sides, Valkarie the Dark One. That was the name he called himself as he cast aside his former self. He was the most powerful, cursed or blessed, depend on different perspectives, with the never seen before Dark Gift, the most fearsome Necromancer. A fearsome and infamous God to the necromancers; a Necro born of a whore, who got lucky to the vampires; God or not, both shared the same opinion that his power was most dreadful. He was skillful enough to sip-foamed the power of other necromancers to prevent from ever exhausting himself, and was powerful enough that the vampires are his. The necromancers were so far and between so, Valkarie set out to create more to secure his power base. Whether maid, woman, or crone if they still able to carry a babe to term they can consider their life forfeited. The vampires, once arrogant race, now serve under the necromancer. Needless to say they were less then happy with the arrangement, with Valkarie set out to create his own kingdom, they raced against him, and turning everything they can touch.

The world was a dark, dark place. At last, vampire managed to somehow kill Valkarie and brought his horrid reign to an end. And if the prelude events were only shadow then the War was true darkness. To prevent what happened to them from ever happen again, the vampire set out to wipe the necromancer out and the War begin…

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Heero Yuy, Wing of the Fallen, was the most fearsome vampire of all, his ruthlessness known far and wide. Other Fallen ones groveled at his feet and the Necros ran for their life. All doubts about him from anything were quashed like a pathetic bug when he bath in the blood of the vampires and necromancers after he dropped from the sky in their battle field. He kills indiscriminately, any dare to stand before him pay in blood.

With a laugh that pained the ear, he ripped through the necromancers before him like a savage to its meal. He fed ferociously from torn throats and ripped it out with his mouth after he done. After dropping the carcass in his hand he turned to the remaining child. Even with its whole body trembling in fear the child stared defiantly at him. With less time than a blink of an eye, he crushed it against him and fed on its blood. The taste of fear lanced through his body, quickening his blood, bought back from the dead only one emotion to him, excitement, it was the excitement of the kill. Before drain leisurely, sure that the dim power of the child would never able to ensnare him, drained it until the small heart that drummed in frantic fear before weakly beats.

Then just before the fragile heart stop all together, cold power from the grave exploded within the small body. Heero wasn't sure whether he screamed or the child did. He felt another emotion returned to him, fear. Terror gripped him as he helplessly fought against the power that was drawing him in and held him in its dark abyss forever. When his rotting soul was bared to the mind of child, for a fleeting moment he felt over whelming sadness for him welled. Heero tasted humiliation and can't remember the last time he felt it, he futilely push himself away from the flowing blood. Without knowing, the child bit Heero blood and drank in his power. Heero's eyes widen, as he felt the child willingly sink its small self into his darkness, he was able to feel surprise again.

They locked together in an infinite loop. Dark powers drew them in, displaced, mingled, and at last mixed. The last conscious thought of Heero was this is the first time he noticed the child's eyes was… the color of purple dusk.

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tbc.