Vampyres
Sutoomu
Thank you, to my reviewers tyleet88, shadowdreamer Lady Fate, bloodredblack, Trixters' Muse, Aryam, kjady, shevaleon, numbre, Shinigami Requiem, and Kirhana. Thanks for sticking with it until chapter nine already.
Here is Wufei's test. I hope everyone likes it. I think it's got some good humor...but that's me, and I can't trust my opinion, heheh.
"C'mon, let's get this testing thing over with," Wufei huffed at Zechs.
"Relax, Dragon," Zechs laughed as they entered the room. "Treize, we're here."
"Hello, Zechs," Treize nodded, coming into view. "Wufei."
"I'm going to go and get the blood, you stay here and talk with Treize. I'll be back in a minute," Zechs kissed Wufei's forehead like he was assuring a little child and then left. Wufei glared after him.
"Old man," he finally muttered.
"Zechs can be quite overwhelming sometimes, can't he?" Treize mentioned. Wufei looked warily at Treize, and didn't reply. Treize chuckled after a moment. "Well, you're not very friendly, are you?"
"I can barely handle the friends I have," Wufei snorted. "Why get more?"
"Friends are always useful in tight situations," Treize said.
"I can hold my own," Wufei said stubbornly. "And what the hell is this testing? I know you tested Quatre, and he seemed to be exhausted from the ordeal."
"That shouldn't happen with you," Treize smiled. "Zechs' blood is combined with a special mixture we created. When you drink it, it will activate and your aura will appear, letting us see how powerful you are. The stronger your aura, the more power you have. Quatre's power was incredible, but only because of the Soul Spirit inside him. With you, it should just be a simple testing."
"So all I have to do is drink blood, right?" Wufei asked. "Zech's blood."
"Correct."
"Your kind is so twisted," Wufei muttered.
"Thank you," Zechs' voice came from behind Wufei. "I like our kind, too."
"Stop turning around my words!"
"Shut up, love, and drink this," Zechs handed a goblet to Wufei.
Wufei looked at it, a sudden thought in his mind. "Do you ever use normal cups?"
"We think the goblet glass is more...Vampyric," Zechs said.
"It may be more Vampyric, but it's also somewhat archaic and it always makes me think I'm among royalty."
"You are," Zechs said, and Wufei blinked. "Well, royalty in the Vampyre world. Now, drink, Dragon, so we can go to bed and play."
Wufei rolled his eyes but tilted the glass back. He had drank Zechs' blood before, and he didn't really have a problem with it, as long as it was only Zechs', so he didn't hesitate. And he definitely didn't hesitate once the thick blood touched his tongue, swallowing quickly, enjoying every single burst of taste the blood sent through his tastebuds. Zechs' blood had never tasted this good before. Yes, it was damn good and the best thing Wufei'd ever tasted, but this blood...this cup of Zech's blood was different. It was like wildfire, spreading through him without reluctance, burning its way through his veins in an addictive manner. He wanted it to last forever. This feeling of highness, of elation, was enveloping him, consuming him, and he didn't protest as it took over him. He could feel it coursing through his veins, adding onto his own power, strengthening him, lifting him. He felt like he could fly from the feeling that was swallowing him whole. This was the greatest feeling he had ever experienced!
If that room had a mind and an awareness, it would have been feeling an incredible sense of deja vu right now. This time, it was Zechs, instead of Trowa, and Treize watching Wufei, instead of Quatre, as the power of the blood stirred within his soul. They watched as Wufei's eyes turned into the deep silver with the oval pupil, and his nails and teeth lengthened into fangs and claws. The hairtie on his pony snapped and let loose his raven locks to flutter around his face, buffeted by an unseen and felt wind. His skin began to be covered in black diamond shaped tattoos which gradually filled in in a collection of red, gold, silver, green, blue, violet and many other colors...wait, that had never happened before. If the room were alive, it would have gotten either very interested or very worried right now.
Wufei stood with a smile on his face, his eyes closed. His clothes and hair whipped gently around him, and his aura gradually flickered to life on his skin, dancing of scarlet flames.
"Red...?" Treize blinked, his eyes wide.
"...Treize...," Zechs ventured. "Is that supposed to happen?" he asked, referring to the myriad of color covering Wufei's skin.
"..no, not really," Treize replied after a moment's thought.
Wufei's smile suddenly vanished and a frown appeared on his brow, his eyes darting back and forth from beneath half lidded eyes now. He suddenly convulsed and arched his back as a pair of thick wings forced their way through the skin on Wufei's back. He gasped and fell to his knees, then let out a cry of extreme pain as blood poured from the wounds in his shoulder blades. The wings finished their tearing entrance and hung limply around Wufei's body like a partway cocoon. The wings were thick and also shimmered a variety of rainbow colors like the shiny tattoos on his skin.
"...oh, god, no," Zechs cried, then ran forward to Wufei. He was slightly delayed getting directly to him from his aura, but, as his Blood Mate, he managed it. Once he joined Wufei on the ground the chinese boy's aura vanished, and Treize approached. The chinese boy's scream of pain had ended when the wings stopped and settled but he still gritted his teeth and was shuddering, blood staining his back. "'Fei, love, are you alright?"
"...no!" Wufei gasped, opening his eyes and looking at Zechs' wildly.
Zechs took a quick look at Wufei's back and his face paled. "...Treize, get Sally. Now!"
Treize nodded and was gone in an instant, the air rushing to fill in the space he just vacated. A moment later he reappeared, along with Sally Po, the Vampyre doctor. Sally's eyes hardened as she saw Wufei and she rushed forward. In a moment Wufei was lying on his stomach, with Sally working on stopping the blood flow. Another moment later, Quatre came flying into the room, holding his chest. His 'soul spirit' must have told him Wufei was in pain. Trowa was faithfully behind him, and then in stumbled Duo with Heero.
Duo took one look at Wufei and the blood and cursed. "Oh shit...man, what happened to him?" Duo made to kneel beside Wufei, then decided not to as he would only get in Sally's way.
"Wufei? Wufei, are you okay?" Quatre did decide to kneel beside Wufei, at his side so Wufei could see him.
"Hell no!" Wufei snapped, then winced as Sally poured some sort of medical liquid on the split skin of his back. His teeth were clenched and his eyes shut as the liquid burned the revealed flesh about the scaly wings. Once it subsided, Wufei breathed again and scowled. He inhaled sharply. "What the hell is on my back!?" he yelled, letting all his breath go in one strong demand.
Heads turned and eyes met before everyone looked nervously at the large dragon wings on Wufei's back and then to the angry man's face. Treize, finally, dared to speak. "A pair of dragon wings," he said bluntly. Treize might have expected immunity from Wufei's anger since he was the leader of the Vamypres and strongest. But Wufei gave no one immunity.
"And why the fucking hell is there dragon wings on my back?" Wufei yelled at Treize. More gazes met uncertainly, and Wufei quickly got impatient. "Damnit, answer me!"
"It appears," Treize began. "That your aura is not a simple Vampyre aura. It was red."
"Red?" Heero blinked. "Isn't that the color of the Dragonclan vampire auras?"
"Yes," Treize nodded. "Which means, Wufei, that you already had the blood of a vampire in your veins before Zechs Bonded you. It is a very small amount, not nearly enough to have made you ever crave blood or shown any vampire traits, but it is enough to explain where your temper comes from. Dragonclan vampires are known to be quite fiesty. I should have seen it coming, I suppose...," Treize paused for a moment, deep in musing thought, then continued. "With the addition of Zechs' Vampyre blood, your Dragonclan blood was fully awakened. You have the strength of two of the greatest vampire clans of the world. A very good Blood Mate, Zechs. With no drawbacks or complications."
"Shut up, you old fool!" Wufei growled at Treize, who simply stared with a small smile at the angered Dragonclan Vampyre. "I have dragon wings on my back. That's a fucking complication! This is not good! Is the strength of your damn blood all you ever think of? Ow, hey!" Wufei turned his angry annoyance on Sally, who had just tied off the last bandage around his shoulder blades, now with wings attached.
"You'll be fine," she said. "Your Dragonclan blood will heal the wing wounds by tonight."
Wufei sat up slowly, cautiously, then looked over his shoulder at the massive scaled wings. He frowned. "What am I supposed to do with these damn things?" he demanded of Sally.
Sally sighed and looked skywards for a moment. "All I know about Dragonclan wings is that they heal themselves quickly. I'm just a doctor, not a student of foreign clans. Ask Treize. He'll know more than me. Now, I do have to get back to my ward. I was in the middle of an important check up. Treize." She walked over and stood by the Vampyre, who touched her arm, vanished from existence, then popped back into existence minus Sally.
"Hey, how do you do that?" Duo asked, his eyes alight with curiousity.
"Nevermind that, baka!" Wufei interrupted Duo's quest for knowledge. "What do I do with these?" Wufei asked, flaring his wings out to attract everyone's notice to them.
"Hey, you can move them!" Duo crowed. It was odd now to think that he had been concerned for his friend's life not five minutes ago. Wufei, however, had sat up and seemed his usual grouchy self, so Duo had to deduce that the grouch was perfectly fine.
"Of course I can move them!" Wufei said. "They're attached to my muscles! Actually, I think they have their own muscles." Thoughtfully, Wufei looked at his wings and spread them out experimentally. "Hm…"
"Well, that was a very interesting moment of drama," Zechs mused thoughtfully. Most of the concern had gone out from his eyes as Wufei became grumpy again, since he assumed it meant his love was alright. He tilted his head slightly to one side and observed the thick wings. "Well, this will be an interesting challenge in bed."
"I don't think I'll be laying on my back anytime soon for you, old man," Wufei flexed his shoulders, wincing at the soreness of them. The strong pain had gone now, but his entire back was sore now. "I ache like a son of a bitch. Bed…" Wufei shuddered.
Zechs face fell, and he looked at Wufei pitifully. "No bed at all? You deny me my playtime?"
Wufei twitched at Zechs puppy dog look and inhaled deeply, sighing. "Well…maybe we can figure something out…if I go on top…"
"Shall we go experiment?" Zechs asked, his eyes suddenly bright and alive. "I was never too much of a scholar in my early years, but I'm as curious as any other man."
"Vampyre," Duo corrected.
"If I give you your playtime, will you give me my rest?" Wufei asked, demanding with a scowl.
"I'll let you sleep for a lifetime," Zechs declared, then paused. "Well, at least a few hours. I need my exercise."
"Horny old man," Wufei grumbled as Zechs set an arm around his waist and led him away. The other two couples stood for a few moments, Treize thoughtfully observing the door where they had just left.
Finally, Quatre spoke. "Well, this is slightly ironic, isn't it?"
"Isn't what?" Duo blinked.
"Well, I'm inhabited by a Soul Spirit, and now Wufei's two Vampyres in one, and we're both supposedly strong and good for the bloodlines, except for the part where I can't kill-though I don't mind that part…next thing you know, Duo will end up being the literal god of death." Quatre smiled as Duo's eyes brightened at the reference to his old nickname.
"Well, I don't think that'd be too bad," Duo grinned. "Might be cool."
Heero frowned. "Why would something happen to Duo?"
"I don't know," Quatre shrugged. "I just thought it was kind of ironic. This place seems filled with it." He paused, then linked arms with Trowa. "Come on, Trowa. The tea will be cold by now. You're going to try it, aren't you? For me?" Trowa's usually impassive face scrunched up in a face of disgust, but he made no protest as Quatre led him out.
"How cute," Duo smiled slyly. "Quat already has Trowa trained. How efficient."
"Trained?" Heero raised an eyebrow.
"Never you mind, Heero, darling," Duo said sweetly, patting Heero's arm. "Just never you mind." Heero frowned as Duo led him out of the room, snickering.
Was that good? I haven't written anything more than this, but I have the idea for thr next chapter just waiting in my head to be organized. So let's hope I write fast and good.
Note: more about the dragon wings will be revealed in later chapters. Wufei's a scholar. He's going to research these things on his back.
See you next chap, and please review!
Storm
