Authors Notes: Second Chapter! Yay! I know, I know. The chapters are too short. Ah, shaddup, I'm doin' my best! Hehe! Well, I gotta go to bed, it's almost time for breakfast! ^_~ Enjoy!
Rating: Pg-13 (It may become R in the chapters to come)
Starring: Duo Maxwell, along with the other Gundam Pilots
Pairings: 2+1, 4+3
Other: Yes, you heard right. This story contains shounen ai/male-male/homosexual relationships. Although these encounters are not the focus of the story, they happen. And if that frightens, appals or disturbs you, you need not read any further. This story also contains blood sucking, occasional (or more than occasional) fighting/violent scenes and mild cursing. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: You've heard it before, so I won't bore you with the details again. Gundam Wing is not mine, and sadly enough, probably never will be, otherwise it would be re-released and be chock-full of shounen-ai scenes. That is all. ^_~
Suddenly I felt a pair of cold hands brush across the back of my neck. I jumped and whirled around to see Quatre, grinning in triumph, with Trowa by his side. "Happy Halloween, Duo!" He exclaimed breathlessly, running a hand through his tousled-looking blonde hair.
"Hey, you too, Q-Man," I replied.
He sounded really excited. I gave him a quick glance. He was dressed up as a hockey player, minus the helmet. That was odd in a way, because I half expected him to dress up as something cute. Ah well, stranger things have happened. Heck, Heero was going to a party! I wasn't sure what Trowa was supposed to be, but the long black cape was an admirably evil touch.
"Happy Halloween, Tro," I grinned, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder. He looked at me with a small smile on his face. Quatre can do wonders, I tell ya. Him and Trowa were openly together, and ever since, Trowa seemed to have lightened up a bit. Why couldn't Heero do that too? I'd have to get some tips from Quatre on how to reverse the human-statue syndrome, I chuckled inwardly.
"Wait, where's Wufei?" I wondered. A look of discontent flashed momentarily across Quatre's face.
"He refused to go. You know Wufei, 'party's are for the weak' and 'Injustice! I will not dress up! It's undignified!'" Quatre said, imitating Wufei. I sniggered.
"Ya, that's out Wu-man. Fair enough. But he's coming with us next time, no matter what." I assured Quatre.
"Well, if everyone's ready, lets go!" He exclaimed.
It wasn't that far to walk from the school, just a couple of blocks. The four of us made our way down the street. The sun was now low on the horizon, barely visible besides the dim yellow light. The streetlights were beginning to come on now. I scuffed my shoes on the sidewalk as I kicked at the dead leaves scattered across the path. It was actually a really nice night; there was only a slight chill to the air.
Finally, we arrived at the elaborate gates of a particularly wealthy looking house. The sign bore the appropriate street number, so we began the long walk up the driveway.
"Woah, what a front yard," I speculated absently as I looked around; and what a yard indeed. There were abundant, no doubt manicured flower arrangements and several very groomed looking bushes to be seen. The vast extent of the yard was amazing, and it was all contained by a large brick wall.
Finally, we reached the front doors, where Quatre eagerly rang the doorbell. A petit, pale girl with short, raven black hair answered the door. She was dressed in a black feathery gown of some sort, and she looked pretty damn good.
"Won't you come in?" She invited us with mock malevolence in her voice. Her full dark lips parted in a toothy smile.
"Why thank you," Quatre spoke up, with characteristic good manners. I flashed her an appreciative smile that I hope Heero didn't see, as we stepped passed her into the party. The evidently luxurious living room was dressed up for the party with black and orange decorations here and there. The lights were dimmed quite low, and dark figures that were the guests were weaving in and out, dancing and having a good time. I could literally feel the thumping bass of the music through the floor. There was also a table laid out with refreshments and appetizers. Amara really hadn't skimped on the party budget. I grinned.
"Care to dance?" Quatre asked Trowa, a smile spreading across his cherubic features. The taller boy only smiled, and took his hand as the moved further into the dark room. I looked around enviously for Heero, who was standing near the side of the room looking rather uncomfortable.
"Heero, wanna dance with me?" I offered, flashing him my most charming smile. I'd leave it to him to decide whether or not to take it seriously.
"I don't dance," he replied flatly.
"What?" I cried, incredulously. "Why not?" He looked puzzled for a moment before he responded.
"I guess because, I--I don't know how." An embarrassed look flashed across his face before it returned to that unreadable face that I knew all too well.
"I can teach you." I replied cheerfully. "Besides, it's too dark for anyone to see you anyways!" He looked extremely hesitant, but he stood up from his position leaning on the wall. I offered my hand, and he took it, following me off deeper into the party. I could barely see and it was becoming increasingly harder for me to weave in and out of the obstacles surrounding me, which were guests.
Suddenly, a rather large, burly guest slammed right into me. It was like a head on collision with a semi. I felt the wind being knocked out of me, and I lost my firm grip on Heero's hand as I fell to the ground. The rude guy who had knocked me over picked me up by the front of my shirt and pushed me up against the wall. My breath was coming irregularly now, as my diaphragm tried desperately to get back in sync with the rest of me. I looked around for Heero, but he was nowhere in sight. The black haired guy leaned in close, and spoke in a harsh voice inches from my face. I could see his eyes mere inches from mine. They were strange eyes, a brilliant blue, sort of like Heero's. They were hansom eyes, but they had a dead look to them.
"My my, looks like I found me a pretty one," He chuckled, maintaining an impossibly secure grip on my throat. I couldn't move, and I couldn't talk. Or make any sound at all, for that matter. I squeezed my eyes shut and kicked randomly at the figure pinning me.
"I don't think so, pretty boy. I think your gonna come outside with me, and keep quiet like a good boy." He said this quietly, but forcefully, and squeezed a powerful hand around my throat for emphasis as he steered me through the crowd to the back door. My eyes were searching desperately for Heero now. Where the hell was he?
"Hee--" I began to speak but a thick cold hand clamped over my mouth, as I felt myself being shoved face first onto the ground out the door into the back porch of the house. The air outside was cooler, and the yard was dark. I began to cough feverishly now that the hand was no longer around my poor throat. Slowly, I stood up brushing off the knees of my pants. I turned to face my challenger. I was surprised now that I could get a better look at him, because he was hansom in an unusual way. He was extraordinarily pale, which was probably what made his eyes look so eerie.
"What the hell do you want?" I snarled, assuming a fighting stance. He didn't seem very phased. I looked around. Why was there nobody here who could help me? Then I noticed them. All around the backyard in various positions were vampires. I mean, they had to be vampires, 'cuz they were drinking the blood of oblivious victims; guests from the party…
