Disclaimer: Please note that I do not own the Gundam Wing characters. However, the literature is mine. This story was originally written for a different fandom but I have decided to rewrite it for the GW fandom. I hope you can enjoy the story for what it is and I definitely welcome any constructive criticism you may have.

Main Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 13x5

Rated: M

Warning: AU, Dark, Vampire, Romance, Lemon

LUXEVAR

By Solo's Cry (soloscry)

+| chapter three |+

Within city limits, one sacrificed the ability to clearly see the majestic vision of a starlit sky.

Every speck of galactic illumination was swallowed by the ugly lamplights of the damp deranged streets of the homeless. The sounds of Mother Nature herself became inferior to the coarse vibrations of speeding cars and progressive construction at work.

Trowa softly shut the dark door of his freshly waxed car, the sounds of its security echoing eerily against the concrete walls of the underground parking lot.

The city was a foul ruin of a perfectly healthy scope of land.

The ground under his polished black shoes rumbled from the club music blasting above his head in the upper level. Drunken men and women stumbled past him as he moved to ascend the wide steps towards the sinister circle of illegal distribution of drugs and the unfathomable unadulterated sex under the influence.

He was hit with a cold burst of thickly laced smoke and unidentifiable aromas the moment he breached the last step to the top.

Humans of this era in themselves were foul and indecent. It came to no surprise to him… seeing the world crumble before his eyes.

Trowa filtered through the noise, his ears threatening to burst from the sense-intensified burns of the bass thundering from a nearby speaker that was twice his size.

It was a wonder how humans still had the ability to hear.

He pushed passed the sweaty bodies, stepping over a few happy men who were taking advantage of naked unconscious females on the floor.

Trowa Barton could really care less as long as the victim wasn't Quatre Winner. And speaking of the brat…

Trowa narrowed his eyes with a hiss, "Where the fuck is he?" He could feel his teeth begin to throb at his state of annoyance, the blunt edges sharpening.

A hand tapped on his shoulder as a woman smiled at him, "Are you looking for the boy you were with two days ago?"

Trowa looked down at the scantily clad barmaid, "What?"

Her smile widened, she pointed to the main entrance of the club as she shouted over the music, "If you are looking for the boy you were with two days ago… he went outside with a few of his friends!"

The boy he was with two days ago?

Trowa nodded and started towards the entrance without another word.

Quatre was the only one who approached him here and, to Trowa's dismay, the mere approach had alerted Daniel of the boy's nightly errands.

Thus, leaving Trowa stuck with the situation at hand-

Sounds of moaning immediately caught his attention as he pushed his way out of the thick metal doors of club Luxevar. With a dull look entering his already soulless eyes, Trowa glanced towards the source and raised an eyebrow.

-babysitting the damned, spoiled, disobedient brat who couldn't keep his pants on in front of an exposed cock served with a large side-order of cash-

Trowa frowned as he stepped towards the scene, his steps slow and unhurried.

-Or in this unique case… three.

If Trowa had any doubt that Quatre had some sort of supernatural abilities, it would have been swiped from his grasp the moment his head tilted to analyze the inhuman position the boy currently rendered.

No human, at least none Trowa has laid eyes on, could possibly bend that way.

With a shudder, he stopped behind the oblivious males heavily panting as they frantically rubbed against the semi-trapped, rich prostitute spread against the wall.

After a few moments of being unnoticed, Trowa crossed his arms, "I could have killed every last one of you by now."

Two of the three boys turned.

Trowa raised an eyebrow at the glowing pairs of eyes now watching him with identical smirks plastered on their pasty faces.

Vampires? Out in the fucking open?

A feeling of true annoyance shot through his gut as Trowa felt the wave of newborn power flow past him.

Worthless amateurs with not a single century to back them up.

Deeming them harmless, Trowa shifted his eyes downward to the boy he was supposed to be keeping out of trouble.

Now that he was actually aware of the situation, it appears that Quatre wasn't actually present. Mentally, that is.

If the hazy, fogged-over eyes was of any indication.

One of the first abilities a vampire acquires after a minimal of five months time after turning… was hypnosis.

And from the lousy way the technique is attached… These kids probably only just figured it out.

Cool electricity prickled his skin as a wave of calm swept over his senses. Trowa smirked, his eyes glancing down at the blood-drenched collars of his inferiors, "I assume you have no idea how unforgivable your crime has become."

The two of them didn't move, their smirks remaining like a pair of mannequins on display. The third continuing to thrust as if there wasn't a seventeenth-century vampire standing behind him… and with a fifth-century one rapidly approaching due East.

"You are in the limits of the Master of this City. You feed from his prey… and now… you take from his son what only a man of warrant and unquestionable power may take. The indecency you've performed out in plain eyesight has endangered us all and has infuriated the last person you would want to anger."

Trowa briefly wondered if the boys were perhaps mute. Or deaf. Either way, their ignorance was starting to piss him off. With no more than an outward flick of his wrist, Trowa sent the boy currently mounted to his charge flying, slamming the filthy newborn unceremoniously against the alley wall before crashing into the garbage cans lined up underneath.

With the sounds of panting and thrusting gone, Trowa smiled, "I suggest all three of you settle down before the Master arrives. You will need all the energy you can get."

"Too late for that, Barton."

Trowa felt the air around him intensify, the dense energy solidifying, "Daniel."

"Leave them and take Quatre back."

Trowa turned, his eyes shooting towards the tall man standing leisurely at the end of the alley. An unseeing wind fluttering the long black trench coat the man had slipped on, his eyes glowing with a tinge of malice.

The boys had faltered slightly from the change of atmosphere, but did nothing to save themselves and merely stood there stupidly as if trying to process their current situation.

It's a shame that they're lifeless corpses will be chilling under the streetlights long before they ever reached a conclusion.

Trowa turned back to face Quatre's motionless body and nodded, "Understood."

With Quatre safely cradled in his arms, Trowa re-entered the club and descended until he reached his precious car underground.

Tossing the boy into the passenger seat with little care, Trowa slipped into the driver's seat.

The trance-induced boy did not readjust himself from his awkward sprawl, sitting there staring blankly at the dashboard as the engine revved, a blast of techno-classics blowing through his hair.

With a brief glance at his charge, Trowa shifted gears and stepped on the gas, maneuvering the car out of the parking lot and back up into the slightly busy streets of the supposedly-sleeping city. The alleyway of the Luxevar entrance was already empty.

It was unusual for Daniel to personally deal with young vampires, he would normally give the task to someone in the Order.

However…

Trowa reached over and slapped Quatre hard on the cheek, sending the boy's head to collide sharply into the side of the passenger door and effectively snapping him out of the trance, "Ow!"

His ears ringing from the impact and pounding from the loud music, Quatre sat up straight, his eyes shooting towards Trowa in surprise, "You!" His hand shot to his cheek, "That hurt!"

"Quit whining, it'll only bruise and swell up like a blowfish."

Quatre's eyes narrowed, "How attractive."

"If it's to your taste, I have no comment."

Quatre looked around, his mind groggy, "What am I doing here?"

Trowa pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket, throwing it at Quatre's face, "Your friends left you this."

Quatre stiffened, letting the projectile bounce off his cheek. Oh shit… He turned, "You aren't going to tell Daniel, are you?"

"What? Suddenly afraid?"

Defiance, "No!"

"Well you won't mind if I report to Daniel then." Not that I have any control over what Daniel wants to see through me anyway.

"That's not fair!"

Trowa snorted, "You are more trouble than you're worth."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"It means, you're an ungrateful brat who needs a good old-fashioned whipping to get you back in line."

"Whipping?"

"Unfamiliar with the term?" Trowa smirked, his eyes shifting to Quatre, "I'll make sure to fully acquaint you to it soon enough."

The look in Quatre's eyes melted, "Can you please not tell Daniel? Please?"

"Why did you do it when he said not to?"

"I need the money."

"Find a real job."

"There isn't a job that pays enough."

Trowa paused, "How much do you need?"

"$10,000 by the end of this month."

"That's it?"

Keita bristled, "What do you mean that's it?!"

Trowa shrugged, "$10,000 is child's play. I could easily give you that amount right now."

"I'm not some charity case."

"Somehow, I expected that retort." Trowa smirked, "I'll offer you a job, by the end of this month, the money is yours."

"And how will I know you aren't bullshitting me?"

"We'll sign a contract. Daniel will be our witness."

Quatre finally turned, his eyes fully settling on the handsome boy beside him, "What's the job?"

Of all people Heero had expected to see here. Trowa Barton was the last.

And yet, it was Trowa Barton that he saw.

Perhaps it was always the smart ones who eventually turn to this kind of lifestyle.

Heero leaned against the metal railing, his eyes trailing down to view the dance floor on the lower level of club Luxevar.

Thriving at the center of the city sat this wild, unmonitored circle. It reeked of suspicious activity… and a possible hideout of the kind he sought to kill.

It looked like any normal clubbing spot, drunken men and women, the happy bartenders, the molested barmaids…

It was typical.

The humping action occurring certainly did not deserve to be called dancing.

A tap on his shoulder brought his attention behind him. Heero turned, his grim face showing surprise, "Daniel!"

A companionable arm slung around his shoulder, Daniel smiled, "It has been a while, Heero."

They moved to sit down at one of the more secluded areas of the club, "So why did you want to meet here?"

Noticing a smudge of blood on the side of Daniel's jaw, Heero questioned, "Are you still a bounty?"

Daniel smiled, his eyes glinting, "A bounty will always be a bounty. No matter what happens."

Heero nodded, "So it's true." He crossed his arms, "There are vampires in this city."

"There are vampires in every city, Heero. You just have to know what to look for." Daniel trained his eyes onto Heero, laying a strong hand on his shoulder, "And I'm here to show you."

Heero paused, a wave of uneasiness washing over him, "Why are you doing this? I thought you didn't want to share the trade…"

"That was when you were younger. Now you're old enough to truly understand what you're up against."

Now that Heero thought about it… Daniel didn't look like he aged a single year since eight years ago…

Daniel took in Heero's silence and continued, "Do you remember why you asked me to become a bounty?"

"Yes." Heero's eyes narrowed as he remembered, "Yes. I do."

Daniel smiled, "I am about to leave this city but there are too many vampires lurking about. I want to leave at least one trustworthy bounty here. So will you accept?"

Heero swallowed passed the warning signs flashing through his mind, "I accept." It was time he kept that promise anyways.

The corridors of the ancient building were quiet after hours. The small lamps lined up against the walls the only relief from the pitch black of the night.

Owls could be heard a small distance away from the windows in the nearby forest…

Treize leaned against the wall beside Wufei's door, his mind shifting from one thought to another.

The air was unnaturally cold and crisp as if he was surrounded by ghosts, their chilly fingers clutching at his forearms… their lost voices whispering against the back of his ear, their distress and longing fluttering across his body.

The door finally creaked open after an eternity of waiting.

Quickly turning to face the door, Treize looked at the pair of Onyx eyes peaking out. Relief spread through him, "Wufei... are you alright?"

Wufei quietly opened the door further, stepping out, "I'm fine. Just really tired."

Treize pulled Wufei into his arms, "You scared me, you know that?" He laid a soft kiss on the cold forehead, "Tell me what you've been doing, Wufei."

Wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist, Wufei burrowed his face into the crook of Treize's warm neck, nuzzling the skin with his nose affectionately, "What I've always wanted to do."

"And that is?"

Wufei leaned back, placing a kiss on the tip of Treize's chin, "To become the person you'll love unconditionally... and without regret."

+| End Chapter Three |+

Note: This is a completed work that is simply being revised for the Gundam Wing fandom. I will be updating this rapidly so the entire story should be up within the next few days.

Thank you very much for reading!