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Letainajup, I hope you find this one, it is based (sorta) on Vampire Wars. That proves even more how good it is.
This is the prologue, got it PROLOGUE that means the story is NOT like this the entire time.
The Beginning
1602, London, England
Moonlight streamed through the open door of the Yuy mansion. Heero Yuy pulled on his black coat and stood in the doorway. His blue eyes flashed as a light breeze blew his dark brown hair; he was on a mission for his queen. Reports of French spies near the channel had come to his attention and he was setting out to find these spies and bring them to the Tower. He walked down to the stables and led out his stallion, Wing. He jumped on his horse and road down the road at a gallop.
Heero slowed Wing down as they neared an inn; French drinking songs could be heard coming from the building. He tied Wing to a tree and pulled out his sword, a gift for his services for the queen as a hunter, the youngest one since the rein of the queen's father. He opened the door and shouted. All activity stopped. In the center of the room sat a group of drunk French men, one with his arms wrapped around a very distressed looking waitress, another in a drunken sleep, the rest staring at the hunter. The only other customer in the room sat in a corner, hidden in the shadows. Heero's eyes strayed to the figure in the corner and he briefly saw the glimmer of teeth in the firelight. He strode over to the men and pulled the girl out of the one's lap. She backed up and ran to the kitchen. Heero placed his sword at the neck of the drunk and ordered the others out side, then followed them out, pushing the drunk with the tip of his sword. Outside, he tied their hands together and
walked back into the inn, ignoring the drunken insults being shouted at his back. "I need a cart and horses to take those men to the Tower sir," he said to the innkeeper. Heero produced two gold coins, "I will pay for it." The fat man's eyes lit up at the sight of the coins, "yes sir, of coarse. I'll go fetch it from outback." Heero handed the coins to the man and followed him through the kitchen. The stranger in the shadows followed him with its eyes and smiled again, it's long teeth reflecting in the firelight.
After herding the drunks into the cart, Heero set off for the Tower. He reached it by sunrise the next day and handed the spies over to the guards there. Heero sighed as he fell into the bed in his room at the Tower. It had been a hard ride and he was exhausted. As he drifted of the sleep, he remembered the stranger at the inn and that he forgot to question him.
As the sunset, a figure dressed in all black stood below a window at the Tower. Her blue eyes shone with an unearthly light; she was a messenger for her master. Her one purpose was to turn this boy, Heero Yuy, into a vampire. Then she would turn to ash and return to Hell. She had no name; she was just the figure of the young man's dreams. The sun fell below the horizon, the sun refracting off her blonde hair, and she licked her lips, her mission was almost fulfilled.
Heero woke as the bell tolled, it was sunset. He got out of bed and pulled on his black pants and green shirt, then his cloak. He reached out to open the door and a gust of wind blew through the room. Two arms wrapped around his body as the wind blew, holding the door shut. Heero froze, a hand covered his mouth so he couldn't yell and another held his arms behind his back in a powerful grip. "Heero Yuy," a voice hissed, "I am here to repay you for your crimes against my master, Zechs." His eyes widened, that was the name of the bastard he sent to hell for murdering his family. The woman behind him breathed on his neck and felt him go tense. She opened her mouth and leaned close. Heero felt two sharp teeth sink into his neck and his blood leave his body. He let out a bloodcurdling scream, which was muffled by the hand over his mouth. He fell to the floor and faintly heard pounding on the door as the figure sucked his blood out of his body. The woman sat up and wiped her
mouth, then removed an ornate dagger from her belt. She slit her wrist and held it to his mouth. The blood dripped down his throat and brought the boy back to life. He sucked on her wrist and the blood flowed faster. He stopped and fell back to the floor, asleep. She bent over the boy and gently kissed his lips and he slightly stirred. She sat up and smiled, her mission was complete. She stared down at the sleeping boy as her body turned to dust and the door burst open. Two guards stumbled into the room as Heero sat up, his eyes flashing. He stood up, staring at the guards and advanced on them, smiling and revealing his fangs. The guards backed up, but were caught by him and he broke their necks, leaving the room through the window, entering the embrace of the night.
Letainajup, I hope you find this one, it is based (sorta) on Vampire Wars. That proves even more how good it is.
This is the prologue, got it PROLOGUE that means the story is NOT like this the entire time.
The Beginning
1602, London, England
Moonlight streamed through the open door of the Yuy mansion. Heero Yuy pulled on his black coat and stood in the doorway. His blue eyes flashed as a light breeze blew his dark brown hair; he was on a mission for his queen. Reports of French spies near the channel had come to his attention and he was setting out to find these spies and bring them to the Tower. He walked down to the stables and led out his stallion, Wing. He jumped on his horse and road down the road at a gallop.
Heero slowed Wing down as they neared an inn; French drinking songs could be heard coming from the building. He tied Wing to a tree and pulled out his sword, a gift for his services for the queen as a hunter, the youngest one since the rein of the queen's father. He opened the door and shouted. All activity stopped. In the center of the room sat a group of drunk French men, one with his arms wrapped around a very distressed looking waitress, another in a drunken sleep, the rest staring at the hunter. The only other customer in the room sat in a corner, hidden in the shadows. Heero's eyes strayed to the figure in the corner and he briefly saw the glimmer of teeth in the firelight. He strode over to the men and pulled the girl out of the one's lap. She backed up and ran to the kitchen. Heero placed his sword at the neck of the drunk and ordered the others out side, then followed them out, pushing the drunk with the tip of his sword. Outside, he tied their hands together and
walked back into the inn, ignoring the drunken insults being shouted at his back. "I need a cart and horses to take those men to the Tower sir," he said to the innkeeper. Heero produced two gold coins, "I will pay for it." The fat man's eyes lit up at the sight of the coins, "yes sir, of coarse. I'll go fetch it from outback." Heero handed the coins to the man and followed him through the kitchen. The stranger in the shadows followed him with its eyes and smiled again, it's long teeth reflecting in the firelight.
After herding the drunks into the cart, Heero set off for the Tower. He reached it by sunrise the next day and handed the spies over to the guards there. Heero sighed as he fell into the bed in his room at the Tower. It had been a hard ride and he was exhausted. As he drifted of the sleep, he remembered the stranger at the inn and that he forgot to question him.
As the sunset, a figure dressed in all black stood below a window at the Tower. Her blue eyes shone with an unearthly light; she was a messenger for her master. Her one purpose was to turn this boy, Heero Yuy, into a vampire. Then she would turn to ash and return to Hell. She had no name; she was just the figure of the young man's dreams. The sun fell below the horizon, the sun refracting off her blonde hair, and she licked her lips, her mission was almost fulfilled.
Heero woke as the bell tolled, it was sunset. He got out of bed and pulled on his black pants and green shirt, then his cloak. He reached out to open the door and a gust of wind blew through the room. Two arms wrapped around his body as the wind blew, holding the door shut. Heero froze, a hand covered his mouth so he couldn't yell and another held his arms behind his back in a powerful grip. "Heero Yuy," a voice hissed, "I am here to repay you for your crimes against my master, Zechs." His eyes widened, that was the name of the bastard he sent to hell for murdering his family. The woman behind him breathed on his neck and felt him go tense. She opened her mouth and leaned close. Heero felt two sharp teeth sink into his neck and his blood leave his body. He let out a bloodcurdling scream, which was muffled by the hand over his mouth. He fell to the floor and faintly heard pounding on the door as the figure sucked his blood out of his body. The woman sat up and wiped her
mouth, then removed an ornate dagger from her belt. She slit her wrist and held it to his mouth. The blood dripped down his throat and brought the boy back to life. He sucked on her wrist and the blood flowed faster. He stopped and fell back to the floor, asleep. She bent over the boy and gently kissed his lips and he slightly stirred. She sat up and smiled, her mission was complete. She stared down at the sleeping boy as her body turned to dust and the door burst open. Two guards stumbled into the room as Heero sat up, his eyes flashing. He stood up, staring at the guards and advanced on them, smiling and revealing his fangs. The guards backed up, but were caught by him and he broke their necks, leaving the room through the window, entering the embrace of the night.