Author's Note: It's official; it's a three-shot fic. I don't want to stretch it any longer than that. I'm trying to work on writing multiple chapter fics that have only two or three parts. I write too many extra-long ones; I have to work on that.
Disclaimer: You know that I don't own them, just this little plot I flung them into.
Warnings: OOC, bastardization, yaoi hints, harsh language.
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Blue eyes, tinted with blood red, looked down at the prominent vein on the inside of his arm. He was panting heavily as he watched down at it, his arm tied off with a small rubber hose so that it would stand out. He was debating whether it was worth it or not; the needle with the cooling liquid held in nervous fingers of his left hand.
He made a sound of distress as he struggled with himself. He had promised that he would be over this, he didn't need it anymore. But, if he didn't use this, then he'd want something else; something much worse. His right hand clenched and unclenched as he rocked back and forth, his breaths shaky as he tried to pull himself together.
He could already feel the pull of hunger, tearing away at his insides, he had to distract his mind; this new body was addicted to much worse than before.
With a distressed groan, he clenched his fist and readied the needle to pierce through pale skin, knowing that this was the only way to keep him off of the streets tonight. However, he never got any further than that.
The door to the apartment slammed open, and widened blue eyes looked up to whoever had made an appearance. He was relieved to see that it was someone he recognized, but his relief was short-lived when he realized just who it was.
Ebony eyes glared back at him, and he shrunk away, before his eyes were wandering to the body slung over the slayer's shoulder. His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened at the scent of blood, and a red tongue peeked out to lick at his lips. It was a young one, too. He'd taste so much sweeter.
"Heero, where the fuck have you been!"
Wufei's bellowed words snapped him out of his dazed stupor, and his eyes returned to normal as he looked up meekly to the ebony-haired man. He saw Wufei's eyes travel to look at his arm, and he couldn't help the trembling that took his body. He had been warned once before.
He was gasping as Wufei took hold of his wrist tightly, the hand with the needle going limp and dropping it to the floor. Then colbat eyes were looking back into burning obsidian, and Heero wanted to shrink away in fear. He was held in place, however, by a unnaturally strong mortal.
"What did I tell you about doing this shit?", the slayer's voice was low and unforgiving.
"I-"
"You have some fucking nerve to try and shoot up in my god damned apartment!"
He winced as Wufei's hand released him and suddenly rose, his eyes clenching shut and waiting for the slayer's hit. It never came, but his arm did regain feeling as the rubber hose was snatched from around it.
"Get your ass up.", Wufei ordered, making his way to his bedroom, "I'm going to need you."
Heero only nodded, his eyes looking to the carelessly discarded needle, before he was stumbling after Wufei. He entered the bedroom to find the ebony-eyed man resting his cargo down on the bed. Heero's stomach tightened at the sight of the golden-haired boy, and he had to look away so as to calm himself.
He had been clean for three nights straight now, he couldn't mess up now. He had nearly missed Wufei calling his name, that is, until it was shouted.
"HEERO!"
He jumped at the thunderous sound, and stared wide-eyed at his current keeper.
"I said bring me some hot water and my text.", Wufei ordered him, looking back to the unconscious teenager on his bed, "And I need you to do that now!"
Heero nodded and easily hurried off, heading to the kitchen to put water to boil before heading back to the living room. The bookshelf was riddled with old volumes and dusty scrolls, which the slayer had forbade the young vamp from reading. It made Heero curious as to why the man wouldn't let him read it. It wasn't like there was anything in there worth something to Heero.
"Which text?", he softly called out, afraid to raise his voice too high.
"Second shelf, right hand side, third to last book."
The order was followed and Heero was pulling free the small, but heavy book just as the kettle started screaming. Knowing that Wufei was easily annoyed, he rushed back to the kitchen to turn off the stove. The hot water was transferred into a large ceramic bowl and then Heero was heading back to the sole bedroom of the apartment.
Carefully maneuvering around the slayer, Heero rested the bowl down on the night stand before he placed the book down next to it.
"Towel."
The order was followed with ease, and Heero left and returned from the kitchen in an instant, a bit shocked that he had managed to use his talent of speed without knowing it. He would have been proud of himself, if it weren't for the twin onyx orbs that glared back at him dangerously. He only bowed his head in submission, and held out the dishtowel for Wufei to take.
Said slayer took it and dipped it into the hot water, before he started to wipe at the stranger's neck, cleaning away dried blood from the porcelain-like skin. Heero's eyes flashed red, but his hunger was suppressed by the sound of Wufei's voice.
"Go make me a drink."
He nodded and rushed out of the room, but not before he heard Wufei swearing. He peeked back to find the slayer flinging the bloodied towel to the floor in obvious upset.
"It's a puncture wound. They fucking got him, the bastards."
He didn't wait to listen for more, he instead went to the wet bar that Wufei had set up in a corner of the living room. As he set to work fixing the man's usual gin and tonic, Heero swore the smell of blood was wafting from the bedroom to tease him. His eyes bled red as his stomach growled angrily at him, one hand lowering to clutch at it in a pleading manner.
He couldn't lose the fight now, he had been doing so well so far. His eyes looked about desperately for something to distract him, and they landed on the needle that was nestled on top of the carpet. His breath quickened as he realized that he didn't have to fight his hunger by himself, his heart hammering in excitement.
That drug had been his friend through the last few mortal years before he had been changed, and it had been his support now as he stood as a vampire. Blood had called out for him, but he had faithfully returned to his first mistress. Murder for sustenance didn't sit well with him, and Tina always helped him look the other way. She was always looking out for him.
Before he knew what he was doing, his feet were carrying him toward the forgotten syringe. As his arm reached out for it, he was jerked to a halt, and spun to face a glowering face. It made him want to shrink away in terror, but he was caught in a pretty strong grip by a very angry slayer.
"Not in my fucking house!", Wufei growled, his boot clad foot crashing down on the fragile instrument.
Heero watched in complete shock, a small sound of loss erupting from his throat as he watched his precious drug destroyed in front of him. A strong grip under his chin turned his head away so that he was looking back into the stern face of Chang Wufei. He wasn't sure, but he thought that beneath the mask of anger, and hidden in dark windows, Heero could see the smallest ounce of concern.
"Just because it won't kill you anymore, doesn't make it right!", Wufei snapped, pushing Heero away, "It'll still fuck you up as much as it did before!"
He watched the slightly taller man storm off, snatching up his drink first, and Heero dared to open his mouth in his defense.
"But. . . I'm hungry."
His voice caught in his throat as Wufei spun to face him again, icy glare freezing him in his place.
"It helps me-"
"Then why don't you feed?", Wufei asked him, the slightest hint that he was taunting Heero evident in his tone.
He knew damn well that Heero wouldn't feed, not since Wufei threatened to drive a silver stake through his heart if he dared lay a finger on a mortal. That, and the slayer knew damn well that Heero couldn't drive himself to murder someone. Not after the first one, he'd promised himself he'd never do it again.
"I can't. . .", his voice was smaller than usual, and Heero had to wonder how Wufei managed to intimidate him this much.
He heard the dark-eyed man snort, before he watched Wufei stomp off to the kitchen.
"Picked up something from the clinic downtown. Don't thank me.", Wufei's voice traveled back.
When he returned, he was holding a plastic fluid bag, which he flung in Heero's direction. Blue eyes widened as his fingers caught it and before he knew it, he was tearing into it. His body seem to hum in content, his nerves singing in pleasure as the liquid fell past his lips. Blood dribbled messily down his chin and Heero didn't stop drinking until the last drop was pulled from the bag.
When he was done, hazy and blood-tinted eyes stared to Wufei, who grimaced in disgust at Heero's display. It was a wonder why he put up with this kid. Then again, Trowa wasn't exactly his turf anymore, now that the young vamp went and got himself a master. Heero, on the other hand, he was orphaned. Wufei had every right to him, until the vampire actually turned someone else or left for a master just as Trowa had. The first option would automatically bring the young vamp's downfall. There was no way Wufei would allow Heero to spawn a clan of his own. The second the slayer could deal with, since it left many opportunities to some inside information that he was willing to work for.
He could always think about things like that later, he had a boy to save in his bedroom. Taking a sip from his drink, he motioned to Heero's stained face and shirt, the vampire slowly looking over himself in his post-feeding haze.
"You should clean yourself up.", Wufei told him as he turned for his bedroom again, "Drip anything on my carpet and I'll stake your ass. Now hurry up and get moving, I need you in here."
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Duo sat on the the soft leather couch in his den, awaiting the arrival of his latest client. It was an old acquaintance of his; the two having known each other since Duo was a newborn. They were always on peaceful grounds. However, tonight the braided vampire didn't know where they would stand. Things had gone wrong and now the transaction was incomplete. All due to that fucking slayer who had to stick his nose in everything.
Trowa, who sat comfortably on his lip, shifted a bit at the feeling of Duo's anger seeping through. The violet-eyed master apologized in soft murmurs, resting a kiss to Trowa's temple to try and calm him. He had nearly been traumatized tonight, and had nearly lost his life. Wufei wouldn't have hesitated to kill him if Duo hadn't complied to speak with him.
As Trowa stilled in his arms after a few quiet whispers of affection, Duo smiled softly before guiding the banged vamp's head to rest on his shoulder. He had found Trowa spying on him one night, and though he could have easily killed the young one, he had spared him. After finding out that Trowa was forced to work for a slayer, especially Chang Wufei, he had decided to take the fledgling under his wing. He had to say that his feelings for the green-eyed vampire had progressed with time, and now he felt an attachment to Trowa that would cause him agony should his young one ever be taken from him.
The door opened and violet eyes rose to look at their intruder, his face taking a frown as his long time acquaintance stood in the doorway. He was glaring and obviously upset, which caused Trowa to curl up in his lap defensively. He merely tightened his hold around him, before he was motioning with a nod that the vampire enter the room.
In the blink of an eye, the ginger-haired vampire was seated beside Duo, his blue eyes staring back at the braided creature. It traveled to Trowa for a short moment, his face taking a frown as the green-eyed young one hid his face in his master's neck, before he was returning to Duo again. His head motioned for the door and Duo merely nodded in understanding.
His hand took to stroking Trowa's auburn-colored hair, before he was gently lifting the young vamp's head to look down at worried green eyes.
"Leave us for a moment, Trowa.", Duo gently ordered, his lips resting a light kiss to soft lips, "We won't be long."
Biting his lip in uncertainty, Trowa nodded in understanding before he was slowly rising from Duo's lap. As he made his way to the door, he chanced a last look back at his master's guest, before he was rushing out of the room. That vampire seemed more than dangerous, and he wanted to distance himself from him as much as he could.
With Trowa gone, Duo turned back to his client, who was giving him an icy glare. He knew that he was unhappy, and now he had to explain everything that had gone on to cause him to become as such.
"I understand, Treize, that you are unhappy.", he started, but didn't have a chance to continue.
"Try absolutely furious.", the man hissed out, and Duo only sighed before he was standing from the couch.
Treize watched him walk the length of the room, before he was turning to face him again, his hands steepled against his lips, obviously trying to find a way to soothe him.
"What can I say?", Duo asked, with a shake of his head, "I can take the blame, but I do not hold most of it. You were the one that insisted I hold him for one more night."
"And yet, he is not in your possession."
Duo gave a low chuckle, which caused Treize to frown further, and he turned to pace the den completely.
"The boy was taken.", Duo told him, though he knew that the vampire already knew this, "He had been come after by a man sent by his father. We tried to get him to you, but my men were killed and the boy was taken. There was not much I could do."
"You should have never let it happen."
Duo spun to glare at the forked-brow vampire, who sat calmly and yet menacingly on the leather couch, wanting to hit the man a few times. This wasn't his fault at all. Treize had payed the money the night before and had even stopped by earlier this evening to start the change, but he had insisted that he leave the boy in Duo's stead. The braided vampire never asked for the responsibility, it had been thrust upon him. His end of the bargain was through when he had received payment, it was Treize's own fault for leaving him behind.
"You should have kept him!", Duo growled back, his fist clenching by his sides.
"You can't even handle a measly slayer.", Treize taunted, watching Duo's eyes sharpen in anger, "It's a wonder how you managed to gain the title of leader to this pitiful clan; you're not even worth it."
He was shocked to find his face turned violently to the side, as Duo's fist had impacted with his left cheek. It was understandable that he didn't see it coming, since Duo's speed was as fast as his, but he still shouldn't have been so surprised. He hadn't expected Duo to be so easily angered.
"Insult me or my clan again and I won't hesitate to maim you!", Duo hissed with a sneer, "Now getting back to business, this is as much as your fault, if you think that it's mine! Neither you nor I would expect Mr. Winner to want to back out of the trade. Nor did we expect him to hire help; a slayer no doubt. For fuck's sake, he hired a damned Chang descendant. How the hell did you expect me to manage that?"
Treize merely rolled his eyes, as he flexed his jaw, making sure that it wasn't broken. It had been a very powerful hit, stronger than any other vampire could do, proving just why Duo was now a clan leader. He smiled in secret, a bit proud of the younger vampire; he had grown up quite well.
"I don't care who you think is to blame, and I don't care for whatever excuses you can give me.", he began, not even bothering to answer Duo's question, "All I care about is getting my boy back. If I don't, I just might have to take your new found pet as recompense."
Treize smirked as he heard a gasp sound behind the door, having known full well that the young Trowa had been hiding behind the door. He didn't really want him, but the more he thought about it, it was the more it looked like a good idea. He had been looking for centuries for the right person to take as his immortal companion, and with his chosen angel now gone, he'd have to settle for the next best thing. The thought of taken Duo's newly found treasure had its appeal.
"Like hell you'll take him from me!", Duo barked, ready to attack once again, "I'll find your blasted mortal, just as long as you never lay a hand on Trowa!"
Treize shrugged as he stood from the couch, heading for the door, but stopping next to Duo on his way out.
"You had better do so before sunrise.", Treize said with a smile of satisfaction, "If you fail to get him back before then, I'll just have no choice but to pry you little lover from your cold, undead fingers."
"What does it matter if you get him before sunrise or not, he'll change all the same.", Duo's voice was riddled with his fury, which he was trying his best to contain. He didn't like being threatened, especially when it included his green-eyed beauty.
"Oh, but I want nothing more than to watch death touch that innocent face.", Treize murmured softly, his voice a deep caress of desire, "I want to be there when he wakes for the first time, consumed by darkness and damned for eternity to this immortal hell. Then will I make him mine; not a moment sooner nor a moment after. You find me my boy or I'll be sure to grant yours the death we only dream of."
A low laugh rumbled in Treize's chest as he watched Duo's body tremble in anger, and he merely nodded a good bye before walking to the door. He left the room, his head turning to where Trowa stood watching him with frightened sharp-green eyes, and he gave the young vampire a smile which he was sure sent chills down his back. Then with a small bow of his head, he was gone, leaving the banged vampire alone in the hallway.
Trowa slumped to the ground, his chest heaving as Treize's words ran through his mind over and over again. He was sure that Duo would protect him from that monster. He was sure that his master would never let anything happen to him. He was aware when two black-panted legs appeared in front of him, and he traveled up the body to meet stony violet eyes. It caused him to shift back, a bit unsure of what was wrong with the braided clan leader.
"Find me that boy, Trowa.", Duo ordered, his command a cold and detached tone, "Take me to the slayer."
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The sound of voices was muddled at the moment, sounding as if they were far away. He had to wonder how long he had been in deep unconsciousness. The last he remembered was being approached by a man after band practice, and after the man had asked him to confirm his name, he went out cold.
There were other things he could somewhat recall, but it was all a blur.
He was shivering as a cold hand brushed against the skin of his neck, pulling down the collar to his school uniform, before leaving abruptly.
"Didn't I say not to touch him!"
Quatre frowned as he was regaining more of his senses, not catching the small and uncertain reply to whoever that man was. It made him wonder if these were the same people who had approached him. There was only one way he would know where he was and who his captors were, but he was hesitant. Once he woke up, he'd have to face reality and whatever was waiting for him.
He'd have to suck it up and deal with it, he guessed.
Aquamarine eyes opened slowly opened, catching to blurry shapes before he was crying out in pain. His eyes stung with the intensity of the light that shone and he clenched them shut again to block it out. His outburst had caught the attention of the two others and he heard the angry one swear.
The second he could tell was close to him, most likely hovering; he felt oddly connected in some way to whoever he was.
"Are you alright?", a low and somewhat nasal voice asked him.
He could only shake his head, and when he went to speak, the other man had answered for him.
"Does it fucking look like he's okay, Heero? Damn it, he's changing already! And it's no where near sunrise!"
He heard Heero slowly shift away from him, was a bit confused as to why he could hear the fabric of this person's clothes rustle so loudly, and could practically smell the timidness and fear from this Heero.
"Well, it does take time."
"Heero, shut up.", the other sighed, moving forward, "Take off the damn lights."
He heard the click of the switch and then the bed shifted, telling him that he was no longer the only body on the bed. Slowly, and carefully, he opened his eyes. The room wasn't in total darkness, in fact, there was light pouring in from the street lamp outside. He looked about at his surroundings, the room sparse, before they settled on a dark-haired man.
This was definitely not the one who had taken him from before, so he had no reason to be alarmed. Then again, he wasn't sure if he should be at ease, since he didn't exactly know who he was or why the man had brought him here. He studied the frowning face for a while longer, before he was looking about again.
In a corner near what had to be a closet door, he found Heero. Blue eyes looked back at him a bit in wonder, and Quatre found that Heero wasn't a man at all. He was only a year or two older than him it would seem. He did have to wonder why Heero was here with this mysterious stranger. A man whose very aura seemed to exude danger, but all focused and directed on something in particular.
In the back of his mind, he was finding this sloe-eyed man to be a threat and he could only hope that he wouldn't turn out to be.
Wufei studied Quatre a moment longer. It took the boy nearly three hours to wake, as it was now midnight, and Heero had been gone for two of those three. He had sent him on a short search for any information that he was able to gather, which surprisingly enough, he had managed to get.
"Where am I?", the teen croaked out, his throat parched.
"You're at my place.", the man next to him answered, "I've been looking for you, Quatre. Your father sent me to find you."
Quatre's eyes had widened at the man knowing his name, but then narrowed at the mention of his father. Oddly enough, things didn't seem so strange anymore.
"Oh.", was all he said, his blue-green eyes shifting to Heero again, "You two were hired? Who are you exactly?"
"I'm Wufei.", the Asian man introduced, "Just a helping hand for your dad."
"Well, what are your specialties?", he questioned further, oddly drawn to the cowering figure in the corner. Why was Heero halfway across the room?
Wufei didn't answer, he only studied Quatre as the teenager continued to stare at Heero. He looked to the young vamp himself, whose eyes were looking everywhere but Quatre's and he sighed as he realized that Quatre was indeed turning.
With his sire no where in sight, he would become attached to the first vampire that came his way. Unfortunately, that vampire was Heero, but Wufei knew to stop this quickly.
Quatre let out a small cry as a hand smacked onto his forehead, turning to look at Wufei for an explanation. He realized there was a small piece of paper attached to his face, and before he could reach for it, it dissolved into thin air.
"Don't mind him.", Wufei said, jabbing a thumb behind him in Heero's direction, "He's just a vampire trying to fight against his nature."
He was then pointing at himself as Quatre raised a skeptical brow.
"I'm the slayer that has enslaved him to my service by pain of death.", then he was gently jabbing Quatre in the chest, "And you, my friend, are a newly bitten bastard that I have to stop from changing or to kill if I fail to do so."
Widened aquamarine eyes stared up at Wufei in disbelief, but the Asian slayer only offered him a smile, one that seemed entirely too smug.
"Now with the introduction on the way, the ward in place to slow down the transformation, and my intentions made clear, I believe we should move this little party to the living room."
Wufei stood from the bed and then turned to Heero, who seemed relieved that Quatre was no longer staring him down.
"Heero, be a dear and draw some tea. I'll get my things together."
The chocolate-haired creature eagerly left the room, leaving Quatre alone with the dark-haired man, who turned back to him with a look that was a mixture of concern and aggravation. Then he was turning away from the bed, and heading to the dresser, where he grabbed something up before flinging it in Quatre's direction.
Haphazardly catching it, Quatre slowly sat up with his eyes narrowed on his father's most recent handy man. What the hell kind of mixed up shit did he get drawn into now? And why did he have the feeling he had his father to blame?
"Put those on and join us outside.", Wufei told him, as he left the room, "We don't have all night."
Quatre only scoffed, before he was looking down to the pair of sunglasses that had been thrown at him. He couldn't truly be turning into a vampire. Wufei had to be pulling his leg, right?
His hand raised to feel at his neck, and he gasped as he brushed over the obvious puncture wounds in his skin. The long sigh that left his lips was shaky and his right hand clenched the sunglasses in a grip that threatened to break them.
Could nothing ever go right for him?
"Not with a dip-shit fuck of man that I have for a father.", he muttered, climbing off of the bed, "I always have to pay the damn consequences for his dumb mistakes."
With the sunglasses settled comfortably in front of his eyes, Quatre exited the room and made his way down the hall. He entered the living, still squinting at the light, but glad that he had been given the shades.
Heero came walking out of the kitchenette, two mugs of steaming tea in hand, and colbat eyes carefully avoiding Quatre's hidden gaze. The blond teenager tried to ignore it, and sat himself down on the couch, thanking the vampire as he was handed a mug.
He took a sip, and was surprised at the nausea that took his stomach at the taste of it. He wanted to spit it back out, but he figured that would be insulting to Heero. The vampire was only doing as he had been ordered, so it would be rude to refuse the tea.
With effort, he swallowed the mouthful, though he didn't try for another. He smiled in thanks to Heero, who finally had a sort of amused look on his face.
"Losing your appetite?", the brown-locked creature asked, "Don't worry, it's normal. You're changing after all, the nourishment you need isn't in food anymore."
"That means no more chocolate, huh?", he asked, resting the mug down on the coffee table, "That sucks."
"You'll get used to it.", Heero said with a shrug, his face falling grim, "Though it may take a while to get used to other things."
Quatre could only look away as he knew exactly what Heero was talking about. The though of having to drink blood on a daily basis to survive was disturbing. It would have been easier if he had been ignorant to vampires and their ways, but the fact was he knew too much. Or at least, he knew about as much as the next person.
The two were distracted from their melancholy thoughts at the sounds of boots stomping back in their direction. Quatre jumped at the loud sound of the bag Wufei dropped on the floor, aware of the sound of metal clanging. He didn't miss Heero's wince or the fact that the young vampire shied away from the area a bit.
"Cozy?", Wufei asked, his tone sarcastic.
Quatre only glared up at him, not sure if it was the slowly growing vampiric side of him that didn't like the slayer, or the fact that the man was a complete jerk.
A book was slammed down on the coffee table, before Wufei threw himself onto the small love seat on the opposite side of the table.
Quatre waited until the man seemed comfortable before he decided to start asking questions. When Wufei finally stopped shifting and was strewn on the couch with his hands tucked behind his head, he decided to open his mouth; but was still cut off from asking any questions.
"Now, shall we get down to business?", Wufei asked, looking to Quatre before his eyes traveled to Heero, "You want to turn the pages?"
Heero obediently stepped forward and opened the book, turning the page that Wufei had left off of before Quatre had started to wake. The slayer had been reading the book before, and what he had found hadn't rest that well with the slayer. With the page found, he went to back away, but Wufei stopped him with a stern glare.
The slayer was then sitting up and pointing to the empty spot beside him, telling Heero without words that he wasn't going anywhere. Carefully, he stepped forward before slowly seating himself beside the slayer. When Wufei was satisfied at Heero's submission, he turned to Quatre, who he knew was glaring his disapproval. He didn't give the slightest bit of a fuck of what the blond teen thought. This business relationship that he and Heero had was no one's business but their own.
"Here's the deal, blondie.", he began, watching Quatre stiffen at the name, "Your father made a big no-no and now poor little 'ole you is paying the price. You see, Daddy had his sights set too big and he decided to become partners with some very big clients. Now when papa decided to back out of things, he messed up big time, and to punish him the big mean vampires decided to steal you away.
"You've been missing for two months, Quatre. And from what my little spy here has told me from what he was able to dig up, you were on auction in the slave trade for half of that time and in possession of a very important vamp for another month before you were sold, yet again, to another fucker. Said fucker bit you before I could find you and I now have to make sure that you don't change into a bloodsucking bastard. That way I can return you to Daddy and get my well deserved paycheck."
He only smiled at the look of complete distaste on the young man's face, and Wufei leaned back comfortably in the love seat, as where Heero was sitting stiffly.
"Now that you know the how and why, why don't you provide me with the who. I already know one vampire, your seller, I need to know who bought you. Can you tell me, Quatre?"
Quatre stopped to think for a moment. He had been missing for two months? How the hell was that possible? He was sure that he couldn't possibly have been unaware for so long.
"Two months?", he asked, completely ignoring the slayer's question for the moment, "Have I really been gone for that long?"
"Really and truly.", Wufei confirmed, his boot clad feet resting on the coffee table between them.
"Wow.", the boy breathed out in disbelief, before he gave a laugh, "I don't remember a thing. What the hell could have happened to me?"
Wufei's face fell to a frown at the words. He didn't rememeber anything? Then that meant that tonight wasn't the only time Quatre had been drugged, his entire stay in the Underground had been a drug trip for him. That meant he obviously couldn't answer Wufei's question, let alone give him any other information pertaining to his captor and owner.
"How long do I have?"
The teen's next question pulled both Heero and the slayer's attention to him.
"Until sunrise.", Wufei answered with a lazy shrug, "After that I'll have to take care of you and make sure I help control the vampire population. Too many of them running around as it is."
"Were you always this much of a bastard?", Quatre snapped, his anger shown on his face.
"Born and bred.", Wufei laughed, sitting up straight before reaching for the book.
He turned the pages and read a few lines before he raised ebony eyes to the glare hidden behind the borrowed shades.
"It says here that there's a way to stop it, but it requires that we find the one who has made his mark."
"Your sire.", Heero clarified, speaking for the first time in a long while.
"Yes, your sire.", Wufei confirmed with a roll of his eyes, "We have to find him first and then we can get you back to normal."
Wufei stood from his seat, lifting the duffel bag he had dropped to the floor earlier and resting it atop the table. He un-zipped it and pulled free a metal stake, the sight of which had Heero's colbat as widening and his muscles tensing to flee. Quatre looked at it curiously, noting that it looked more than just plain metal, and that his own body seemed ready to run at the sight of it.
"If we fail to do that, this here will have to be rammed into your itty bitty heart and make sure you never become a pain in my ass like the rest of the undead population."
"You selfish bastard!", Quatre hissed.
"No, please stop. You're making me blush."
Wufei turned to Heero then, whose eyes couldn't leave the stake, and smiled down at the newborn he had managed to scare stiff.
"Heero, you'll help us out won't you?", the dark-haired man asked, though he knew that the vampire had no other choice, "Besides, you know your way around the Underground by now, right?"
With a slow nod, Heero forced his eyes to look away from the weapon that Wufei was brandishing somewhat carelessly, and yet, dangerously. Earlier, he had been sent out to find out what he could about the young mortal, and now he would be sent out again. Hopefully, he'd find something that would satisfy Wufei.
"Good boy."
He pulled away from the patronizing pat to his head, and stood from the couch to head for the door.
"Don't be too long.", Wufei called after him as he left the apartment.
With Heero gone, and knowing that it would be a while before he returned, Wufei turned back to Quatre. It was obvious that the boy didn't like him very much, but anyone who met him never did, so he didn't really give a fuck. Replacing the stake in his duffel bag, he slung it over his shoulder before nodding his head in the direction of the door.
"While Heero goes snooping, we're going to do a little searching of our own.", he announced, heading for the door, "We'll start from where you were last seen and then try to figure out more after that."
Quatre only snorted, not bothering to stand from his seat. There was no way that he was going to do anything that asshole wanted, even if he did want to stop this transformation from happening. He winced as a sharp pain shot through his head, and soon he was doubled over as his hand clutched at his head in pain. A scream tore from his throat as it intensified and he fell to the carpeted floor, curling up in a ball.
He heard Wufei heading back for him, and his tear-streaked eyes looked up at the impassive faced slayer. Did Wufei know what was going on?
"Feel that?", the slayer questioned, crouching down to tap at Quatre's forehead, "That's what will happen whenever you don't follow my direct order. That piece of paper I slapped on you, it's a spell. Not only does it slow down the change, but it gives a you one hell of a headache if you disobey me. Now, if you want it to stop, you're going to get your scrawny ass up off of the floor and do as I say."
Quatre sighed in relief as the pain subsided, and he watched as Wufei stood again, his hand reaching out to help him up. He only pushed it away, struggling to lift himself up on shaky limbs; he didn't want this asshole's help. Though it took him a few moments, he managed to steady himself, and then he was glaring at Wufei, the sunglasses having fallen off of his face. The light was bothering him, but he would put up with it.
"Let's get going.", Wufei said, turning and leading the way, "Sunrise is only six hours away."
Quatre followed, though his glare rested on Wufei's back the entire time. He was beginning to debate if he even wanted this bastard's help. Then again, he supposed it was better to deal with him now than when he was a vampire. Who knew how much more of a dick he'd be then?
T.B.C.
Well, that's the end of this chapter. I'm going to make the next one the last one. It will probably be longer than the first two, I hope you don't mind. Well, tell me what you thought of this installment. The good, the bad, the ugly, the constructive criticism; all is welcome. Until next time, people.
