CHAPTER 2
Alone With The Demon
Well, some reviewers thought the fic was a bit rushed so I'm gonna try and add more details so the story moves a bit slower. Also there will be mild Yaoi in this chapter but Quatre is saved before anything can actually happen…….
Quatre: You mean I don't have to be ravished in this chapter?
Yuki: No. I'm thinking about havin Trowa check up on you and scare off the blood sucker.
Quatre: Yay Trowa!!
Yuki: But he shall have you soon…..
Quatre: What did you say?!
Yuki: Uh…. ON WITH THE CHAPTER!!!
Quatre winced as he sat up. His head was killing him and for the life of him he couldn't remember where he was. Drowsily he looked around and discovered he was in his bedroom!
"H-how did I end up here? The last thing I remember is…." He mumbled and stiffened as the memory of the encounter with the mysterious teen resurfaced. He could still feel the way his tongue felt as it ran down his neck and he shuddered violently at the memory. He must have been so drained from the loss of blood that he let his feet do the thinking as they carried his body from the park and he ended up in his room.
Standing carefully, he walked toward the bathroom but stopped abruptly when he saw his reflection in his full mirror. His hair stuck out in different directions and his normally clean and ironed shirt was hanging on his body by two of the six buttons. His collar was torn open and he saw upon closer inspection it had dried blood on it and he was missing all the top buttons.
" I'm glad no one is awake yet to see me like this. I know Trowa would have a heart attack if he saw me now….." he chuckled wryly.
Quietly so he wouldn't wake the other pilots, Quatre hurried to the bathroom and shed his torn and stained clothes. He stepped into the shower and sighed as the hot water hit his body and he felt the water run over him from head to toe. He let his mind wander and suddenly the teen's face sprang from his memories. Despite being in a super hot shower, Quatre shivered at the memory of his hands passing over his body. Touching places that only someone with his permission should touch….. Grabbing his coconut scented body wash and blue loofa, he roughly scrubbed his body where the teen had touched trying to get the scent of blood off his skin.
Suddenly a sharp pain on his neck made him stop and gingerly pass his fingers over it and he felt two deep wounds where he had been bitten against his will. They had already scabbed over but his vigorous scrubbing had torn them off and he was bleeding slightly. Sighing he let his hands fall to his sides and he knew that the drops of water that were running down his face weren't only from the shower.Softly padding down the steps, Quatre bumped into the one person he desperately wanted to avoid.
"Quatre are you ok? You seem a bit paler than usual." Trowa asked in his soft voice. He brushed his hand against Quatre's forehead and frowned when he saw his friend stagger back quickly from the touch.
"I-I'm alright, Trowa. I just slept poorly last night." he said quickly, and with a quick smile hurried down the stairs. Trowa returned the frown to his face as Heero walked up behind him.
"Something is wrong with Quatre." he said as they watched their friend walk quickly down the stairs. Looking at each other, the two pilots nodded and followed the other boy. Turning the corner into the kitchen that was thankfully still empty Quatre let the breath he was holding go and sat at the table. He looked around to see if there was anyone around and unbuttoned the top two buttons on his collar.Taking a padded bandage from the first aid kit he peeled off the backing and placed it over the twin marks in his neck. He quickly buttoned them up again as Trowa and Heero walked into the room.
"Quatre, are you sure you're feeling o.k?" Trowa asked again as he sat next to the blond boy. Heero opted to just lean against the counter and watch the scene unfold, his face as emotionless as ever. Quatre fidgeted under all the attention and laughed bitterly.
"Honestly, Trowa. It was just a bad dream that kept me up. I guess I should stop watching those scary DVD's with Duo…." Accepting this excuse, the other pilots stood and began to get their breakfasts but Quatre had lost his appetite and excused himself.
Two nights later, Quatre began to think that the whole ting had indeed been a dream because there still was no sign of the teen and his marks were now two tiny bumps. Laughing at himself for getting so carried away with a silly dream, he began to get ready for bed when the same feeling buzzed in his head again.
"N-no…" he moaned as he began to loose feeling his entire body. His window blew open with a slight bang and in stepped the raven haired reason for his fear. With a smirk, the teen let his eyes wander over Quatre's body and noticed that he was in the middle of putting on his pj's.
"I don't think you will be needing that tonight my little virgin." He chuckled and began to walk toward him. Swiftly taking his hand, the teen led Quatre to his bed and roughly pushed him down on his back to the sheets. Leaning over his captive prey he licked his lips and let his hands roam freely over Quatre's paralyzed body.
"Your paled skin makes you look even more beautiful." He mumbled hungrily when he swiftly pressed his cold lips to Quatre's. Pushing them open with his tongue the teen continued to ravish his body with his hands, dragging his sharp nails up and down his chest. Letting his mouth slide to Quatre's jaw he mercilessly ground his hips and growing desire against Quatre's legs until he had wriggled his way between them.
Running his tongue once more down Quatre's neck, he braced himself for the sharp sting when they froze at the soft knock that was at his door.
"Quatre, is everything ok?" called a voice from the other side of the heavy door.
"TROWA! TROWA! TROWA!" Quatre screamed in his mind but all he heard pass his lips was a soft groan. Cursing under his breath, the teen vanished as the door opened slowly and Trowa poked his head in. Rushing to the bedside when he saw Quatre sprawled on the sheets, his breath coming in erratic gasps Towa put his hand to his forehead.
"You're on fire! Duo, get me some cold water and a rag quick. Quatre has a high fever!" he called and finally feeling safe, Quatre let sleep overtake him when he felt the deliciousness of the cold rag on his forehead.
Yuki: So what do you all think of my chappie? (T.T) looks at Quatre who has a look of pure shock and horror on his face
Quatre:(Oo) Y-you are such a HORRIBLE PERSON!!!! runs away screaming
Yuki: Yea...Reviews and consructive criticizm welcome! (.)
