Disclaimer: I forgot to add one, so here it is now. I do not own Gundam Wing, just the plot line of this fic and a few original characters.

Author's Note: Yes I know. I haven't updated in months, but it's not my fault. Really, it isn't! I moved out of state and then I moved back. And during the two months of living in the accursed place, my internet was taking away from me for having a MySpace account. My dad swore I'd be easily tricked by internet predators. Anywho, some drama happened and I shipped it out of there. Now I'm back, I have the internet again and I give you a long awaited update. At least I didn't just quit on this fic. I apologize again and please don't hurt me!

Warnings: The usual out of characterness and a lime between a demon and our favorite vampire. Duo is to me what Lestat is to Ann Rice. I just love writing about him. Moving on, this chapter isn't as long as the last three. I apologize for that, but there's alot more explainations. I warn any and all Relena-bashers that there is some mentioning of 1+R/1xR. So if you're squeamish about it, (as I was), I apologize again and you may contact me personally to scream at me if you want. Yes, well, that is all. You may now read the chapter.

xoxoxox

Duo's eyes opened as his body seemed to sense the sun was now gone from the sky. He had been dreaming of his past; his father and lover, as well as the unwanted edition to their little family. Well, at least unwanted on his part. He had in his right mind to feel outraged that even after all these years, the two remained together. Not once did Trowa come searching for him. Dorothy and even Heero were guilty as well. When he had been banished, he had truly been gotten rid of for good.

"He never deserved you."

At the voice, Duo's eyes turned to look at the demon that sat beside him, his body still unable to move. His riga mortis would wear off soon enough. Treize stared down at him intently, his eyes raking over the still body that lay in front of him. Duo wasn't stupid to not know why he was staring so hard.

Treize was soon shifting from where he sat in the armchair to Duo's side on the bed, the vampire's violet-eyed warning going unseen. The demon was too enraptured with the eternally youthful body. His hand reached out to carefully part Duo's shirt again, his lips smirking as his fingers began to trace the small area of pale skin he had revealed.

"He should have never had the chance to have you." Treize was adding on to his earlier words.

His eyes glanced up to Duo's face, which was stoic, and his free hand reached up to stroke the vampire's cheek. He could marvel in this creature's beauty for hours if he chose to. There were times when he had found himself staring into a mirror, just to gaze in wonder at the face he had stolen. Times when he would run his hands over the borrowed body, as his memories reminded him how it had felt to have said body. It had been a night he had vowed never to forget, and he had seen to that. So when he entered Duo's body, other than physically, he had a lovely memory to reminisce over.

As Duo lay dormant in the recesses of his mind, Treize had busied himself with Duo's own memories. What he found had angered him at first. The ancient Nightwalker that had birthed Duo's immortality from his blood had then so easily cast him away. He could not understand how anyone or anything could turn away from such a beautiful creature. Duo's beauty demanded attention, it deserved it, and for it to be ignored outright was unimaginable.

"La mia piccola morte."

Treize froze, blue eyes wide in shock, as Duo's hand shot up and encircled his neck. The fingers closed over it tightly, threatening to crush the man's throat and Duo snarled up at him, his fangs gleaming. Treize hadn't notice that he had long regained his ability to move, and the braided vampire had used that to his advantage. Treize had no right to even think of those words.

"That should never have fallen from your tongue." The vampire whispered heatedly, sharp eyes narrowed on the demon.

Treize's shock had melted into amusement, and his choked laughter confused the Nightwalker, who merely clenched his hand tighter. Treize only lifted his hand to take hold of Duo's wrist and pry the vampire's hand from his neck. Duo growled as he realized that Treize's strength surpassed his own. He was rather enjoying the fact that he was choking the man.

"Shinigami no utsukushii kao." Treize crooned, his fingers brushing the face that was now twisting with obvious anger.

He was laughing as he stopped Duo's other hand, that had been reaching out for him, those deadly and sharp nails aimed to mar his face. Duo struggled to be released, the demon's mocking laughter enraging him further. How dare he use any of those words? Those words from his past that was for him alone; meant only to be spoken by the two who had first said them.

"How dare you!" Duo was ranting, his eyes sharpening fiercely.

Treize's laughter only grew louder as Duo's fighting increased, but being that he had been gathering strength for a few hundred years and that this was his domain, he easily overpowered the vampire. Duo cried out in frustration as his arms were soon pinned to the bed, Treize's weight laid out over him as he tried to thrash, and thus prevented him from doing so.

"Come now, little vampire." Treize taunted him, Duo calming for the moment to glare up at him. "Are those words forbidden for me to say?"

"Those words are my own!" Duo hissed, wanting to lash out. "I will hear them from no one!"

"No one but your master." Treize reminded him. "As well as his Oriental toy that he discarded you for."

The reminder hurt, but Duo hid the flinch that nearly happened from the words. Treize had no right, no matter what Trowa had done, to use such painful memories against him.

"He was stupid." Treize told the vampire, noting that Duo was calming some. "Had it been me who was your master, I would have treasured you."

Duo merely scoffed, but watched all the same as Treize took to studying him again, those blue eyes tracing the length of his body.

"If it was I who had you. . ."

Treize's words trailed off, as the demon eagerly drank in the sight of the beautiful creature beneath him. All he could have done with the young Nightwalker; shown him, taught him, let him feel.

"Do you not have me now?" Duo asked him, jerking him from his obsessive staring.

He looked at Duo for a moment in suspicion, the Nightwalker's words confusing him for the moment. It would seem that Duo had a change of attitude, though Treize wasn't sure. Duo's body was still tight with anger, though his face showed an expression of sudden . . . desire. He smiled then, knowing what Duo meant to do. Who was he to refuse? It was what he wanted to begin with.

He leaned forward, pressing even closer to the body beneath his, with his eyes studying violet orbs that had been lit with the fire of rage. It still burned behind the obvious look of lust, and Treize was satisfied that Duo's anger hadn't gone out. Even if it was directed toward him, he did love when the vampire was in such a mood. It made his blood sing, his heart race. . .

Boldly he pressed his hips into Duo's, the vampire gasping at the feel of the man's obvious arousal, and Treize laughed. Yes, it made him this excited as well. His lips found Duo's, and even though the vampire tensed at the action, he didn't pull away. Treize wouldn't have cared either way, he had waited centuries to have another taste of Duo and now that he had it, he would let nothing stop him.

He carefully guided Duo's hands above his head, restraining them in one hand, so that the other could lower to the chestnut colored locks. They were free from the creature's usual braid and he had always wanted to run his fingers through them. He let himself indulge in doing so, his lips working to get the vampire to give in.

Gently his tongue brushed against the soft lips, trying to coax them to part, but the vampire was being stubborn. As much as he had shown lust, he was not truly interested in being intimate. However, Treize would have his way.

Duo stiffened at the scent of blood, wanting to pull away from the kiss, but unable to. Treize's hand fisted his hair and shoved his head closer as the vampire began to move, determined to keep him where he was. Duo's eyes clenched shut as he fought against the need that now clawed within him. He had wanted things to stay in his control, but Treize was trying to turn the tables.

His body was trembling now as he fought to keep his lips closed, even as he felt the slick warm blood now caressing them, slowly dripping down his chin as he tried his best to refuse it. He sagged in relief as Treize pulled away, his violet eyes slowly opening to look up at the demon. He regretted his action as he watched Treize's lips coated with blood, the man smiling down at him in triumph. He was so sure that he had already won.

"Don't fight it, Duo." Treize told him, his hand reaching out to caress a pale cheek.

He let his hand trace to the young man's chin, his thumb easily wiping the trail of blood that had slowly fell, and then he brought it to Duo's already blood stained lips. Gently he spread it, watching as Duo's chest rose and fell with panting breaths. It was proof that Duo was losing this fight.

"Give in." He coaxed him, watching as Duo unconsciously licked his lips.

He smiled as Duo's eyes sharpened at the taste of blood, his pupils narrowing to mere slits, violet eyes brightening. The vampire's tongue was soon licking at his finger, Treize smiling at the delicious little moan the Nightwalker let loose. He continued to watch as his thumb disappeared between soft, pink lips, Duo's eyes heavily lidded with want. Treize had him right where he wanted him; the vampire had played right into his hands.

The demon hissed in pain at the shock of teeth biting into his finger, but he didn't pull away. He watched as Duo greedily suckled his thumb, trying his best to draw as much blood as he could from the small bite. As Duo bit him again, obviously impatient with the small amount of blood flow, Treize pulled away. The vampire whined at the loss, his eyes looking up at the demon in a pleading manner.

Treize only brought his thumb to his own lips, spreading the blood across them, before he was leaning over Duo yet again. The youthful body was pressing up against his desperately, Duo trying his best to free his hands from their restraining hold, but to no avail. Treize would give in only when he wanted to.

Treize looked down at Duo's face, enjoying as the vampire squirmed beneath him and simply waited. It would come soon enough; in fact, it came sooner than he had expected.

"Please!" The Nightwalker was begging him, his voice quivering.

Treize lowered his lips to Duo's with a laugh, his tongue plunging in to that sweet mouth without hesitation. Duo's muffled moan was music to his ears as he slowly and yet forcefully stroked the inside of Duo's mouth. Duo's own tongue soon enough made its way into the demon's mouth, searching for the blood that made his body tremble.

With a freshly placed cut to Treize's tongue, Duo sighed as the warm fluid flowed into his mouth. Treize took the opportunity of Duo's being distracted to easily remove the vampire's shirt, his hand smoothly running over the pale chest. He laughed at Duo's cry of surprise, as his fingers easily toyed with his left nipple, eager to bring pleasure to the smaller body beneath his.

His lips pulled away from Duo's so that he could kiss and nip his way to Duo's neck, tasting every inch of skin he could. To think that this beautiful vampire was now his. Trowa had stupidly thrown him away, and though Treize had been angry with the other vampire at first, he was now grateful. This breathtaking creature would never have been his if Trowa had kept him. Duo was his now.

"Mine!" He growled possessively, his body thrusting against Duo's, as his hands removed the rest of his clothing.

His own clothing he cast away with a mere thought and without warning, he was buried inside the Nightwalker's body, Duo crying out at the rough entrance. Treize began to move, not wanting to wait and he lifted himself to watch down at his beautiful vampire. His free hand was tangled in chestnut locks once again, and he pulled, watching as Duo's neck arched almost painfully as the young man screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Blue eyes narrowed on the vein of Duo's neck, watching in fascination as it pulsed and wanting nothing more than to sink his own teeth in it. It had been centuries since he had tasted him in such a way, it would be delightful to do so again.

"Delinos."

The gasped word had him moaning, Treize's eyes closing in pure ecstasy as he thrust into the willing body, feeling as his mind and body strengthened. Yes, that was what he wanted to hear. Those sweet lips had to say his name once more.

"Again!" He commanded, looking down at the panting vampire.

"Delinos." It was a moan, a beautiful sound to the demon's ears.

Yes!" He groaned, his hips pumping faster as his power steadily grew. "Again!"

"Delinos!" Duo was screaming, his body arching as he was taken.

The room they were in seemed to soon be drowned in a strong aura that in no doubt was seeping from the demon. They continued to move against each other, Duo's cries now nothing more than incoherent babbling. Both demon and vampire were close, so very close. Treize easily took to stroking Duo, eager to hear his name cried out at the peak of his passion.

"Say it!" He demanded.

"Del-" It stopped short as Duo body grew taught, his eyes clenching closed in his release.

Treize had been waiting for it, but it never came. He had wanted to spend himself with Duo screaming his true name, but his end came with another's name falling from cruel lips.

"Trowa!"

He was unable to stop himself, and Treize emptied himself into Duo's tight passage, his body jerking with the force of his orgasm. He stilled, leaning over Duo, his eyes watching down at the spent vampire, who offered him a smile. It was a smile that revealed it was Duo's intention to scream his master's name. The smile turned into laughter; cold and cruel.

The demon felt as if he should pull away, but he was unable to, even when he released Duo and those hands reached for him. His face was taken hold of, with Duo's hands mockingly caressing him. He realized that this was Duo's act of vengeance. The vampire had done well in hurting him this way; using Treize's desire against him. The demon mentally scolded himself for being so stupid. Duo had managed to bruise him in a way that would take some time to heal.

"Does it hurt?" Duo asked him in a gentle voice, but Treize was able to hear that it was intended to sting.

And it did, the words were sharp and cut deep.

"Let that be your way of knowing, that those words are never to be spoken again." Duo coldly warned him, before he was easily pushing the demon's stolen body off of him.

He climbed out of the bed, not bothering to redress himself as he began to leave the room. Why should he bother? There was no one else there beside the two of them.

"Go and feed, Treize." He simply told the demon before he disappeared. "My body is hungry."

Treize glared at the retreating back, knowing it would do no good to go after Duo in hopes of gaining his own revenge. No, he would have to hurt Duo as tactfully as the vampire had hurt him. His eyes were soon looking to the portrait that had to have been recently put up, eyes burning at the vampire it portrayed. His lips were then smiling as he continued to stare at it.

"Even after you turned your back on him, you still hold him." Treize spoke aloud, climbing from the bed to stand in front of the painting.

His hand caressed the canvas, before his nails were soon ripping into it, destroying the portrait slowly. He pulled back to watch the now shredded picture, wanting nothing more than to see the vampire's actual body ripped to ribbons. He'd do just that tonight.

"When I am through with you, Duo will be as good as mine."

xoxoxox

Violet eyes snapped open and greeted the darkness of the cellar he had hid himself in. Now out in the real world, he was Duo Maxwell, the vampire. He smiled as he stood from the ground he had been lying on and slowly climbed the stairs, pushing open the metal doors to stare out at the night sky.

Immediately, he sensed the strong mortal life, the one of the boy he had been searching for. His nose easily caught the distinct and yet faint smell of fear. The boy knew he was coming for him.

He froze as he recognized an odd sort of presence that accompanied the magic of the Spellbinder. A smile took his face as he realized just what it was. Duo's own master had taken claim to his young human, which would mean that any sense of trouble would have the Nightwalker coming to his aid.

He laughed at his unbelievable luck. He would get his wish tonight. The blood of that precious mortal, as well as the satisfaction of ridding himself of the one thing that stood between him and the vampire that was now his.

Tonight the earth would stain red, to mark that he would soon be free. His laughter echoed throughout the night sky as he took off in search of his quarry.

xoxoxox

Quatre jumped out of his trance, startling the older witch that sat with him, his blue eyes widening in dread as his body was soon covered in a cold sweat. Something was wrong, or rather, was soon going to be and he had no idea what it was. The only thing he could think of was Wufei and how his young friend was in danger.

"Quatre?"

He looked to Sally as she called his name and the witch gasped, reaching out for her young apprentice and taking hold of his hands.

"Goddess, Quatre." She whispered, desperately wanting to calm him. "You're shaking. What is it?"

He didn't know what it was, or else he would have told her. He only had some idea that it concerned Wufei. How could he explain to her that he was now more worried about finding his friend than this demon that would threaten all of mankind if he were to be released?

Another cold shock ran down his spine and his body began to violently shake, which caused Sally to tighten her hold on him. This was nothing he had experienced before and he hoped that he never had to feel this again. What seemed to be a cold, heavy stone, settled in his stomach and he was suddenly nauseous, doubling over at the feeling.

"Quatre, what is it?" Sally was desperately asking. "You must tell me."

She could not explain what was happening to the younger witch, for she did not know what it was. She only wished that she could help him. She wanted to help him, but had no idea how. This was beyond her reach. Quatre would have to deal with this on his own it would seem.

The hair on the back of her neck rose as the air in the room seemed to grow tense and she stiffened as Quatre's trembling turned into sharp jerks, the blond whimpering with each one. She gasped in pure shock as a burst of energy and power shook the room, and she stumbled away from the witch in front of her.

She had always known that Quatre was no ordinary witch and now in front of her was the proof. Aquamarine eyes looked up at her pleadingly, the boy's pupils having seemed to disappear. He wanted her to help him, but she had no idea how. The room trembled again, as Quatre fell against the desk which held the map they had been going over, his body jerking painfully again.

"Sally." The boy whimpered, looking to her again. "The door."

Her eyes widened as she realized what this entire episode meant. Quatre had found the door and the string of magic that had been placed to protect it was doing as it was meant to. Quatre was fighting it and doing a damn good job. She was sure if it had been her, she would have been dead by now.

She moved closer to the table, stumbling a bit as her mind was overpowered for a moment by the magic escaping from Quatre. It confirmed her suspicions; she would most definately have been dead had she been in his place. She fought the urge to collapse and was soon leaning against the desk, panting as she fought to keep herself conscious.

She looked to her apprentice who was now screaming in agony, his muscles jerking in a way that had to be nothing but painful. He couldn't give up yet, the door had to be revealed and he was the only one who could show it to her.

"Where is it, Quatre?" She begged him, taking hold of a convulsing hand. "Show it to me!"

With a long scream of intense suffering tearing itself from Quatre's throat, Sally watched as his hand slammed down on an area of the map, ripping into the paper as his finger locked into a fist. Sally cried out as she was flung back to the floor with one last burst of energy escaping from Quatre.

In moments things stilled again, and she quietly groaned in pain, slowly lifting herself from the floor. When she was standing, she looked to her desk, only to find that Quatre was no longer there.

"Quatre!" The panic in her voice was easy to hear.

She found that he had merely dropped to the floor as she ran over and was soon kneeling by his side, not sure if she should breathe in relief just yet. Trembling fingers slowly reached out for the boy's neck, pressing against his pulse and waiting for some sign that the young man had lived. She found it in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and she couldn't help the sob of relief that came with it.

Her apprentice, her little witch, had nearly died. She could easily blame herself for all that had happened to him, she had after all asked for his help, and he had so willingly agreed to do so. Sally couldn't stop the sobs that wracked her body as she leaned onto the blond witch, who now lay unconscious on her floor. She couldn't help but think that he could have died, but she was sure her sobbing was at the grateful knowledge that he was still here.

"I'm so sorry." She sniffled, taking to lifting Quatre's head and resting it in her lap.

Slowly, her sobbing died down to quiet sniffling, as her fingers gently combed through golden locks, feeling horrible every time the young witch's body jerked in the aftershock of what he had just gone through. It took nearly an hour for his body to calm again and it was only then that his teacher reached for his clenched hand, the one that held the ripped piece of the map.

Carefully, she uncurled his fingers and extracted the paper from it, unfurling it as best as she could. Her eyes, now red from her crying, looked over the piece of paper and she frowned as she realized where it was.

"God and Goddess help us." She murmured, lowering her hand. "He's chosen Holy ground."

She looked down again at the crumbled area that mapped the location of St. Patrick's cathedral and decided she had best get a move on it. It would take some time to convince the head of this church to speak with her, especially when it came to matters such as this. Either way, this was something she had to do. If she was going to make sure that this demon never got to his door, she would have to put up with a few blockheaded Catholics.

There was screaming just outside her door and her head turned in its direction at the sound of the commotion. No sooner did she stand from her place by Quatre's side, did the doors burst open and she was greeted by the sight of a snarling vampire, his cobalt eyes frantically searching the room.

"Where is he!" He boomed, Sally calmly looking him over.

She had never seen this vampire before, but he held a feel of familiarity to him. She would ponder it another time, for now she had to try and calm him down.

"Where is Quatre!"

Oh, so that was who he was here for. Her eyebrow rose as she wondered just why this vampire was taking such an interest in her apprentice, but she stopped herself from asking any questions. Sally already knew why he was here and just what caused him such concern. This young vampire had already set his sights on her apprentice to take as his own. He was either stupid and ignoring the oath, or was too young to even know of it.

She looked behind him to where her other witches were watching on warily, a bit shaken at his appearance but unharmed. Sally decided that it was the former assumption, since he had chosen not to lay a hand on any of them. She was aware that he was growing impatient and she circled to the front of her desk, before easily moving closer to the vampire that now glared at her.

"Peace, Nightwalker." She gently begged of him, closing the door as she did so. "He is safe."

She was startled only a moment when any icy grip took hold of her arm, and she was soon staring into worried cobalt eyes.

"Where is he, Spellbinder?" The vampire asked her. "Show him to me."

She found it best to agree and simply nodded before leading the brown-haired Nightwalker to the desk. The moment that Quatre was in sight, the vampire swooped down and took him in his arms, Sally aware of the protective and yet possessive hold.

"What happened to him?" He gently demanded, his eyes glancing up at her.

"Your name first, Nightwalker." She bargained, curious to know just who he was.

"Heero Yuy." He offered her.

"I am Sally" She greeted, before asking. "And your Master's name?"

"Trowa Barton."

She stilled at the name, her shock obviously written on her face, as Heero had took to studying her.

"You know him?" He asked her, lifting Quatre from the floor.

"Only too well." Sally mumbled, shaking off her self-induced trance. "Come, rest him down. We must talk."

Heero looked down at the young witch in his arms. He had been hunting when he suddenly felt the mortal's distress and had followed that distinct feeling that was Quatre all the way here. He could not explain how he had suddenly known that the young witch was in trouble, but he would not stand for it. He had rushed to his rescue, forcing his way past wards and witches to get to his witch.

He paused as he realized that he had so easily laid claim to the young witch, and he was sure that if Trowa was here, the vampire would be smiling at him in triumph. The female witch, who he gathered was the leader of this coven, gently pulled him from his thoughts with the call of his name and began leading him to a couch where he could rest Quatre down.

Sally wanted to talk with him and he found it best that he stay and listen to what it was she had to say.

xoxoxox

Trowa had woken that night to find that Quatre and Wufei were both gone. He had asked Wesley if he had any idea as to where they had gone, but the old man had informed him that he did not. Then the butler had announced that Heero had left as well. That news wasn't surprising. He was sure that his child had gone after the Spellbinder, as Heero was showing his want for the young man more and more.

At the moment, he sat in the den, watching as Dorothy and Relena softly conversed at the small dining table over tea. He had no idea why Dorothy had insisted it, when she knew that they could not drink it. However, he let her have her way. He could remember the years they had spent with each other and Dorothy had always made a show of pretending to dine as if they were mortal. He could never figure as to why she did so, but then again, he also never had the heart to.

He continued to watch the two vampiresses as they chattered away, smiling as he realized just how much Dorothy had grown attached to Relena. He was guilty to admit that he himself had never liked the girl much, especially before she had become a vampire. He had been quite wary of her the moment that Heero had laid eyes on her.

Heero had found her during a play in England back in the nineteenth century. Trowa had watched as their eyes met across the room and had known that Heero had set his sights on her from that moment on. He had let him be at first, watching as Heero took to the fashion of courting her, (for the sake of her father), as if he meant to marry her. He had bared witness to Heero sneaking away to her in the dark of night; following and watching his young one enjoy another.

He had hated her, had wanted to do away with her, but for some odd reason had done nothing to bring an end to them. He was cold to her when Heero brought her to their house, he was indifferent to anything she did to try and get his approval. He despised her and wanted nothing more than to have Heero grow tired of her. That never happened, and he knew the exact moment Heero had decided to turn her.

Trowa had tried to talk some sense into his fledging, but that was when Heero's anger had started. The young vampire had yelled, screamed, argued that she would be his first child; his happiness. Relena would be the one he would love for eternity when Trowa would find another to replace him, just as he had replaced Duo. He had been stunned to silence then at the words, shocked that Heero would use that against him, and hurt that his fledgling thought such a thing.

Bruised, he let the young vampire be. He regretted not fighting it. Heero had gone through with it, and Relena was added to their small family. Things were fine for at least a week and then Trowa was burdened with a rejected newborn. Heero would not even look in her direction, nor acknowledge her as his own. He knew of this sort of thing, but had never thought it truly possible. He did have doubts that he would do the same the night he turned Heero, but he had ended up loving his fledgling as much as his first.

He had only assumed it would be the same with Heero and his first child, but the vampire had easily pushed her away. Where he had once adored her, he now scorned her and Trowa found himself doing all such things that was rightfully Heero's duty. He had approached his fledgling when it had become too much, demanded that Heero take responsibility for his actions, but Heero had refused.

Green eyes focused on Dorothy as Trowa was pulled momentarily from his thoughts. He smiled as he watched her tease Relena, who had tried to drink the tea but ended up spitting it back into her cup. Dorothy had come to the girl's rescue and had taken Relena under her wing. Not before she gave Heero a good earful and a fitting punishment. Having borrowed Trowa's idea of locking Duo away when the vampire had misbehaved, Dorothy had done the same to Heero before leaving for her new home in Austria with Relena in tow.

The young vampiress had been reluctant to leave her Master, but had been easily convinced that it was the right choice. During the years, she had always tried to get him to accept her again, but Heero had down right refused, turning his back to her every time. Trowa would have thought that Relena would not have prospered without him, but she had done just fine. Dorothy had taken especially good care of her. Then again, he hadn't expected anything other than that.

He stiffened suddenly at an uncomfortable feeling that brushed his senses, causing him to stand from his seat. Dorothy was standing as well, her eyes focused on Trowa who was too busy staring out the window into the distance. Relena's whimper of uncertainty drew his attention to the two immortal women, and Trowa tried his best to relax, so as to calm the youngest of them.

"What is it, Trowa?" Dorothy was asking him.

He could tell that she felt it as well, but could not decipher what it was. Trowa himself was trying to recognize it, as it felt familiar. As it brushed his senses again, accompanied by a sense that young Wufei was in danger, his eyes widened in realization.

"It is him." He announced, Dorothy gasping.

Relena stared up at her Mistress, who now stood with shimmering eyes, never having thought to see the older vampire this affected by anything. What could bring her lady so close to tears?

"La mia piccola morte." She heard Trowa whisper.

She would have turned her attention to him, but the tear that rolled down Dorothy's cheek kept her eyes planted on her.

"My little devil." Her Mistress murmured with a smile, Relena catching the affection said with those words.

The two female vampires watched as Trowa bounded off, throwing open the balcony doors of the den and disappearing into the night. Relena watched the window in wide-eyed amazement, before she was turning to Dorothy for an explanation. It would seem it would have to wait, because as she looked to her Mistress, she found that she was gone. With a sigh, Relena stood from her chair, ready to search out Wesley. Perhaps he had some idea of who this "little devil" was?

xoxoxox

The sound of a car screeching to a halt made the few cops that stood outside the precinct look to the street in curiosity. To their surprise it was a police car; a detective's car to be precise. They watched as Detective Marquise climbed out of the car, his siren still blaring, to let out the passenger in the back.

No questions were asked as the detective made his way inside, an obviously frightened looking teen behind him. A couple of cops chuckled as they passed, the rest shaking their head. It was probably some punk that had done a miner crime and now Zechs was going to scare him into never attempting it again.

Little did they know it had nothing to do with that. Inside the precinct, Zechs hadn't stopped until they had reached his office, and he had Wufei seated on the sole couch. The boy looked so scared and he was shaking, those ebony eyes still wide with obvious fright.

"Wufei-"

"Not here." Wufei interrupted him, his voice starting low but steadily rising. "It's not safe here, Zechs. Please, let's go somewhere else."

Zechs was confused to no end. He had no chance to figure it out, since Wufei was standing and ready to leave.

"I can't stay here." The boy was rambling. "You have to take me somewhere else."

Zechs moved to stop him, turning the dark-haired teen to face him and cringing inside at Wufei's terrified look.

"Wufei, I can't let you leave." Zechs tried to explain, Wufei shaking his head in disbelief. "I had no choice but to bring you in."

"No!" The boy objected, pushing Zechs away from him. "He'll find me here!"

Zechs grabbed for him again as Wufei turned to leave, and found himself fighting to calm the boy down. He was sure that someone was bound to come in here soon, as Wufei was now screaming, begging that he be taken elsewhere. As he expected, someone did come in and much to his dismay, it was the one person he rather it not be.

Une had been the first to react as shouting came from Zechs' office. She had been aware when the two entered the precinct, but had kept her distance. She would allow Zechs the freedom to deal with Wufei as he pleased. She was only happy that he had taken her advice and brought him in. However, the screams that where coming from his office had warned her that something wasn't right and she had rushed in. Just in time it would seem, as the boy was fighting against Zechs, who seemed to be having a difficult time holding on to him.

She rushed over, eager to put an end to it and helped Zechs to subdue him. In no time, the boy was cuffed and Une glared up at Zechs who stared down at the boy in guilt.

"Get a grip, Marquise!" She snapped at him, the detective turning his attention to her. "When I get back from taking him to a cell, you have some fucking explaining to do."

Though he was cuffed, the boy still fought, trying his best not to be led anywhere. As he was dragged from the room, he looked to Zechs, who only stood and watched.

"Please, Zechs!" The boy was near tears, and Zechs felt his stomach drop at the sheer horror on the boy's voice. "Take me somewhere safe! Don't let him get me! Please!"

As the boy was dragged away, his pleading growing fainter, Zechs felt his knees weaken and he dropped down onto the couch. He was suddenly feeling ill, and not to mention, guilty. Wufei seemed so scared, so sure that he was in danger, and Zechs wanted nothing more than to believe him. He couldn't however, and the thought made his stomach twist with nausea again.

"What the hell happened?"

At Noin's voice, Zechs looked up to find the blue-haired woman at his door, her face fitted with a frown of confusion. He merely shook his head, not exactly sure that he wanted to speak to her at the moment. No, he had to speak to Wufei, try to get him to understand.

He stood from the couch and brushed past Noin without a word to her, making his way downstairs to where they held the cells. Noin could only watch him as he walked away, huffing in exasperation as she was left clueless. This was going to be one hell of a night. She could feel it in her gut.

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Down in the cell area, Zechs searched for whatever cell Wufei was being contained in. He found Une walking in his direction and he met her, grabbing her by the shoulders.

"Where is he?" He asked her.

"Zechs-"

She had been ready to argue with him, but Zechs' hold on her shoulders had tightened threateningly, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Just tell me!" He demanded, not having the patience to deal with her at the present moment.

"Calm the fuck down, Marquise!" Une ordered him, pushing him away. "He's in cell thirteen."

He stormed off before she had a chance to tell him anything else.

"Don't you dare do anything stupid!" She called after him, watching as he disappeared around the corner.

Zechs made it to Wufei's cell fast enough and at the sight of him, Wufei was at the bars, his eyes begging up at the detective, who wanted nothing more than to open the door. He had the urge to hold onto the teenaged boy and assure him that everything would be alright, that there was nothing he should be afraid of.

"Wufei-"

"Zechs, I'm scared." The boy said outright, interrupting whatever is was the detective was going to say.

Zechs reached out to take hold of one of the bars, and he wasn't too surprised when Wufei's hand closed over his, squeezing desperately. The boy's other hand reached through the bars to grab hold of his jacket, clinging just as hard to it as he did the man's hand. It had Zechs moving closer, his own arm reaching through the bars to wrap around Wufei's shoulder, bringing the boy close to him as much as their barrier allowed them to be.

"It'll be alright." Zechs tried to calm him. "We'll find the guy who did it. I promise you, you'll be out of here soon."

Wufei did feel himself a bit at ease as the detective tried his best to embrace him, and he let his eyes close as his breathing slowed just a tad, but his heart was still racing. In fact, it was now beating faster. He was closing in.

"Promise me that you won't let him get me." Wufei mumbled, trying his best to pull himself closer to Zechs' body.

Zechs had no idea who this person was that Wufei spoke of, but he promised him all the same, knowing that Wufei needed him to, and knowing that he himself wanted to.

"I promise." He whispered into ebony locks, which had loosened during their tussle in his office. "No one will take you from me."

He didn't even catch the last few of his own words, and lucky for him, Wufei didn't either.

"Good." Wufei sighed, looking up to Zechs with those fear-filled eyes. "Because he's here."

T.B.C.

Yes, I know but I'm working on the next chapter. Honestly, I am! I'm really sorry about the long wait and I tried my best to make this chapter good enough to make up for it. Please tell me what you think, you can even yell at me for taking so long. I'll try to get up the next chapter as soon as I can. Just put up with me for a while longer.