Yuki: Well another chapter, I just wanna say that I love you all my lovely reviewers. You love me! You really love me!!!!!!
Quatre: Your still mean and I don't wanna be in your story anymore….
Yuki: Yea well, life sux and then u die so deal with it.
ON WITH THE STORY!!
Quatre could barely make out the figures of his friends as they bustled around his room, hurrying to get his fever down.
"T-Trowa…" he moaned reaching out to one of the blurry figures. He needed to know that his friend was there, that he would be ok and the raven haired teen was never coming back.
"Ssshhhh. It's o.k Quat, we aren't going to leave you." Trowa cooed when he saw the look on Quatre's face. 'He looks so terrified. I wonder what has gotten into him lately…' he thought to himself as his gentle friend tossed fitfully in a NyQuill induced sleep.
"TROWA?" Quatre called as a bitter wind blew around him. Shivering slightly, he pulled his robe tightly around his body and padded in his bare feet into the darkness. After an eternity of walking, he flopped back onto the ground and he felt hot tears roll down his cheeks.
"Why won't anyone come to help me?" he sobbed and scrunched his face in his hands.
"Because they loathe and despise you. They hate your very existence …" hissed a voice from the darkness. Startled, Quatre sat up and looked all around him, trying to find the source of the cold voice.
"W-Who's there!? Show yourself!!" he cried shrilly, amazed at how frightened his voice sounded as it echoed in the nothingness.
"You will see me again soon, my delicious virgin. And when I get a hold of you, none of your friends will be able to hear your pitiful cries as I make you mine both body and soul!!!" cackled the voice and as Quatre's mind struggled to keep a tiny bit of rational thought, the raven-haired teen materialized from the darkness.
"BEHOLD, THE MARK OF GERARD! You WILL be mine for all eternity!!!" he crowed in triumph as Quatre screamed when the two marks on his neck began to burn horribly.
Quatre bolted straight up in his bed and groggily looked around his room. His heart was beating a mile a minute and his neck was still stinging slightly. Looking around wildly he suddenly felt a pair of hands grab his wrists.
"Quatre?! Calm down, it's me Trowa!" called a voice beside him when he desperately fought back, twisting and kicking as he tried to free himself from whoever was trying to hold him down. Quatre turned sharply to the voice and wondered why he couldn't make out Trowa's face clearly.
Realizing his cheeks were wet and his tears were flowing free he collapsed into his friend's strong arms sobbing like a child.
"Quatre, what is wrong?! Tell me how I can help you!" cried Trowa as the blond sobbed and hiccupped in his arms, obviously terrified.
"M-make him l-leave me alone, T-trowa!" Quatre cried through his sobs.
"Who, Quat? Who!?" he demanded grabbing the smaller teen by the shoulders to look at him straight in his eyes.
"The vampire…" he whispered in a strangled voice and it was then that Trowa saw the two marks on his neck. The angry and red wounds that were a stark contrast to the pale skin of his friend.
"Quatre, what are those marks on your neck?" he asked through clenched teeth. Quatre let out a frightened yelp and tried to cover the wounds with his hands.
"H-he marked me, I can't fight him anymore Trowa, he will destroy me!!" he cried and tried to back away from his fellow pilot. Only succeeding in getting more tangled in his sheets, Quatre stiffened slightly as Trowa grabbed him and pulled him back into his arms in a fierce hug.
"Quatre, I will make whoever is hurting you pay dearly. This will stop. I give you my word!" he whispered and Quatre could feel the tears begin again, only these were of relief.
Yuki: Okie-dokie then, what do yall' think? Let me know if I should fix anything or what. Criticism welcomed but flames will be laughed at, so don't even bother.