Author's Note: Yes, I know, I've taken ages to get this part out, I'm sorry it took so long. Believe me, when you see what you're in store for in the not-too-distance future you'll be thankful this part is quite short. Oh, and I changed the spelling of my name just slightly, do ya see? Onward!
The Slayer
By The 41st Maguanac
~ Body to body
Funky to funky
We know how to rock your party ~
//Am I totally crazy or just plain stupid? This guy could kill me at any moment and I'm dancing with the guy…//
Duo rolled his hips, arching his back slightly as he raised his arms above his head, allowing his torso to gently ripple in time to the music. His tight leather pants clung tightly to his hips, slicked with a little sweat as he allowed the beat to flow right from his fingertips to his toes.
~ Mama said
Don't you play around town
But I just can't control
myself
Picking up that boy tonight ain't gonna put him down til it feels alright ~
//What's wrong with me?// Heero moved opposite the Slayer, keeping time with his movements, matching the sways of his hips like for like. //Why can't I bite him? It wouldn't even be a surprise, people drop dead in here all the time…//
He was close enough to smell Duo's sweet scent across the smoke choked air, his mouth bare inches from his shoulder… so why couldn't he just do it? Why?
~ People stop and stare
Cus looking is fair
Come on over baby let me show you how I care
It's getting hot in here
My biorhythm's funkin
Got my circulation pumping ~
//Don't break eye contact, don't break eye contact. That's what Wufei taught me and I damn well hope it works because otherwise I am vampire chow,// thought Duo as he twisted and darted to keep himself in front of Heero, to keep his indigo gaze locked with Heero's cobalt one.
~ We are body to body
Funk to funky
We know how to rock your party
Body to body
Funky to funky
We know how, we're gonna rock your party ~
Heero had broken into a cold sweat despite the volcanic heat of the room. He didn't know fear, he had never felt fear, but if he had, had might have likened what he was feeling now to it. He had never wanted something like this before… sure, he wanted power, he wanted to be feared, have people look up to him… but he had never wanted something like this. He didn't love, Vampires didn't love. They took the necessary steps to insure that their race survived, and that was it. They did not lust after humans.
//And the Slayer…// he thought, //why this human?//
~ It's physical
Not just spiritual attraction
I hear you coming when I ring the dinner bell
Got my fazer set to stun
Now I'm gonna have some fun ~
Heero might not have been a great dancer, but he had the style and flare to become one. He matched Duo's moves like for like, as though he were Duo's reflection in a mirror. The surface of his skin tingled wherever contact was made, sparks seeming to dance across the skin like static.
His eyes lingered on Duo's sweet lips, watching them, slightly pursed together in silent concentration, as Duo worked to keep Heero's gaze locked with his. They moved together, inseparable, like yin and yang across the dance floor.
~ I've got my people up inside
Baby, wanna ride?
Party's fairly
jumping but we're gonna have to slide
I need a miracle
Turn it up a little higher
The roof is on fire ~
***
Quatre left the club in something of a daze, his smaller hand clutched in Trowa's as the werewolf led him up the street. He cast a regretful glance back at the club as they turned the corner and it disappeared from view.
"You did your best," came Trowa's warm voice.
"I know. I just wanted to tell Wufei before I left, but I couldn't find him anywhere! And Duo was dancing and I didn't wanna disturb him, he looked pretty intense," replied Quatre, his brown still creasing in worry.
"I'm sure that librarian can take care of himself."
"It's me he likes to take care of," said Quatre with a smile. "Wufei's been watching out for me ever since I arrived at this school."
"I know."
Quatre glanced up at Trowa, who continued to look straight ahead, a little smile gracing his lips. "Of course, you would…" he said. "I still can't believe I never knew you were following me."
"I hide well," was Trowa's short reply. "I've had to. Werewolves scare people, and I can't say I blame them. If I wasn't already me, I think I'd be disgusted with myself."
Quatre stopped, bringing Trowa to a halt, who looked back at him, surprised. "You should never be disgusted with yourself, Trowa," he said severely. "You have nothing to be disgusted about. You're a good person."
"You're a better one."
"Stop saying that! How so?"
"Have you ever killed someone, Quatre?"
Quatre didn't reply, he didn't know what to say. Of course, he had aided the last Slayer, and theoretically he knew he had the ability to – locked up in the depths of one of his spell books somewhere – but no, he had never killed.
Trowa continued, "I have. I know what it's like to have the blood of someone else running over my hands, my face, down my arms, soaking into my clothes. It's scary Quatre, you… you have no idea. I wouldn't expect you to. It takes me with it, carries me, like I'm being swept along by the tide. 'It' comes to me, and if anything was to happen to you I…"
The blonde raised a hand, silencing Trowa's mouth with his fingertips. "Nothing's going to happen to me Trowa. Not with you protecting me. I'm not afraid of you. In the short time I've known you, you've taught me not to be afraid of myself – to feel pride in myself. You should too."
"And what are you?" asked Trowa softly.
"I'm a witch," replied Quatre. "Not a wizard, not a mage, not a necromancer or a sorcerer. I'm a witch, like my mother and her mother before her."
"But I thought…"
"No, it doesn't work that way. It never has, the world of magick does not abide by any rules. It's just always been far more likely for children to gain certain skills from a parent. A woman is more likely to inherit magick from her mother, and the same goes for a son from his father, but it doesn't always work that way. The books and words I use are witchcraft. Pure, dark witchcraft."
They had started walking again, and Trowa mulled this over for a couple of minutes as they walked. //So he's a witch… he seems so beautiful and kind, I would never have suspected// he thought. He delved into his pocket, taking out the little black book as they arrived at the entrance to his block of apartments.
"Here," he said, passing it to Quatre. "This is yours, I know. I have it out on my library card, but the librarian knows who I am… I'm sorry I kept it, I just wanted something."
Quatre took it from Trowa's hands, running his fingers across the smooth leather. "But, you can't read it… can you?"
"No," agreed Trowa, "But it… it smelt of you. I know that sounds strange, but I liked it."
"I heard werewolves have an incredible sense of smell," murmured Quatre as he flicked open a couple of pages.
"They do, you have no idea," replied Trowa. "It's more like a colour than the way you'd think of a smell. I could track a man for miles just by following the coloured trail of his scent he left behind."
"Do I have a colour?"
"Yes."
"What's it like?"
Trowa closed his eyes, the colours fogging his mind again as he tried to think of a way to describe it. "It's different depending on who you are… but to me, it's like a lavender, purple, sweet smelling. It's like being in a dream, hazy." He opened his eyes again and flushed under Quatre's gaze, "Like I said, it's kind of strange."
"I think it's beautiful," replied Quatre earnestly, pocketing his little black book. "Could you follow me for miles?"
"To the ends of the Earth."
***
"Would you stop following me?!!" Wufei turned and glared at the pursuing police officer, "I already told you, I don't want your help, so leave me alone!!"
"I'm not following you, it just so happens that our paths keep crossing," replied Treize, smirking, having followed Wufei all over the nightspot.
"Well, you don't fool me for a moment," spat the librarian, his sooty black eyes glinting dangerously, "I thought stalking was a crime in this city," he added snidely.
"Yes, but following suspicious characters is all in the job description for an officer of the law."
Wufei snarled, "Officer of the law my backside. I know what you're after, and it sure as Hell isn't a free library card. You disgust me. I had no idea law enforcement in this city was so corrupted."
"If you know what I want, why don't you just face up to the fact that you want it too, and stop running away from me?" asked Treize, peering at Wufei over the top of his shades.
Wufei's jaw dropped, "You… you… damn HENTAI!" he yelled, though almost no one heard him over the blaring music, "What makes you think I'd want you anywhere near me? I wouldn't touch you with a bargepole!"
"Well, it's not quite a bargepole, but I'm flattered that you'd think so," replied Treize, grinning at his own sharpness of wit.
"Pervert!" Wufei spat. "That's it, I'm getting the Hell out of here, before you infect me with anymore of your weirdness," he said, peering over the sea of heads, trying to find Quatre.
"You won't find him," said Treize, knowing who Wufei was looking for. "He left a while ago with a 'suspicious character' of his own."
"He LEFT?? Why that little…" Wufei growled from deep in his throat. //What if he gets himself into trouble? Stupid, idiotic little…// "That's it, I'm getting out of this Hellhole," said Wufei, "Get out of my way, or I'll have you peeing through a bag before you can say 'nutcracker'."
"Don't worry, I like the spirited ones," replied Treize. "Still, if you must leave, let me leave you with a parting gift," he said, grabbing Wufei and crushing him against his body, pressing a deep burning kiss against his lips.
Wufei fought him vigorously, though his mind felt clouded with warm passionate emotions. He longed to succumb, but he clung by his nails to reality, and finally managed to push Treize away, bringing his hand to his lips to try and still the tingling. "Stay away from me!!" he bellowed, flinging himself into the crowd and forcing his way through, leaving Treize behind him, smiling pleasantly.
"Game on."
***
To Be Continued.