A Night Of Blood
Authors Notes: Third Chapter! Also way to short, but what can ya do. I'm definetely gonna go back and revise all this stuff later. IMPORTANT I'm looking for an editor who likes this kind of fics to help me (duh) edit it, and contribute ideas and stuff. If interested, contact me at elemental_alpha@hotmail.com, and fill out the subject as FANFICTION.NET (yes, in capitals). Thank ya! 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. ^_~


A Night Of Blood - Part 3






"O-Oh my God!" I stuttered. There, right in front of me was a beautiful red-head, holding a boy my age in an almost tender embrace. They would have looked like lovers, if there weren't two twin punctured holes dripping dark red blood on his neck and wrist. The boy was pale, and he looked almost dead. I would have thought so, if I hadn't heard a small moan escape his parched lips.


"Wh-Wha--Leave him alone!" I managed, running over to rip that beautiful feasting vampire off the poor oblivious boy. Then I felt the larger boy behind me grab me by the braid. Oops. Forgot about him.


"Aaaaahhh!! You fucking bastard!" I yelped.


That hurt. That really hurt. Nobody pulls my hair! I punched furiously at him with all my strength, but it didn't even seem to phase him. He grinned, in a way that would almost have been sexy, if he weren't trying to suck my blood. Were all vampires disturbingly beautiful? Then, wrapping a thick muscular arm around my waist, he pulled me to the ground. With one strong hand, he pushed my head back, bearing my neck. I was struggling the entire time, but to no avail. He leaned in towards me, and I felt his teeth graze my throat in an almost sexual way.


"Get the hell of me!" I hollered at him, regaining my senses. But I was so tightly pinned that it felt like a load of bricks were on my chest. I couldn't move an inch. The vampire lowered his head again for another nip. This time, I managed to free a leg and knee him in the balls. I put all of my strength into it.


"Gaarrrh!!" He cried out, but it didn't break his hold on me in the slightest. "You're an uncooperative little brat," He sneered. He gave me a brutal punch across the cheek and I felt my head slam and against the ground as it snapped back. It was throbbing now. I had to escape! "I would've like to do this without using my powers, but I think it's time to teach you a little lesson on submission." He growled. He lowered his face close to mine and for a moment I thought he was going to rip open my throat with the long teeth which had emerged, or punch me again.


I was surprised when I felt a pair of cold lips press themselves to my mouth. It was a deep forceful kiss, and I couldn't break away because my head was pressed against the ground. I found myself looking into those strange, mystical eyes again. Somehow the clear blue eyes seemed to make sense. Slowly, as I stared into the cobalt pools, all of the protesting voices in my head began to clear. It was so evident now. All he wanted was a taste. Then he would let me go. I felt a stupid smile spreading across my face, and the vampire leaned in for another kiss. I submitted, not eagerly, but I let him take what he wanted. I could feel my limbs weakening, as I relaxed underneath him.


"Yes…That's it, little one. Just do as I want and you'll be ok. This won't hurt you. I just need you; I need your blood."


He was nipping slowly at my neck. It didn't hurt. He wasn't trying to hurt me, that's what he said; he just needed to feed. I felt those vicious teeth puncture something in my neck and I could feel a hot liquid trickling down my neck. It would be ok. Those beautiful eyes told me so.


Suddenly the vampire's head snapped forward, and he cried out in pain. My trance was broken and I looked up to see Heero, fist poised, ready to strike again. The vampire arose and hauled me to my feet. I saw a quick flash of concern on Heero's face as he glanced at my evident neck wound. He threw himself at the vampire, punching and kicking his hardest. It was hurting the vamp all right, but not nearly enough. The other creature was so much stronger. It snarled as it swung an impossibly hard punch to Heero's stomach, sending him flying into the side of the house.


I knew I heard a distinct snap, and I knew at least one of his ribs was broken, but he got up and pursued the vampire just the same. I was too dizzy to move. I wanted to help, but my limbs felt sluggish, and I fell to my knees. It was then that Heero noticed me again. He ran over to me, snaking one arm around my back, hauling me to my feet. He led me as fast as he could back into the house. The vampire did not pursue us. He only stood there laughing.


"Not so easily. I will have you, Duo. We will meet again." He chuckled, his face twisted into a sneer as we fled back inside the heated party.


Inside, the room was spinning strangely, and the flashing lights and pounding music wasn't helping. Somewhere in the back of the room I heard a scream, and I could hear a girl sobbing somewhere nearby. But I couldn't see a thing to help anyone, it was all spinning to fast. This party had gone bad, fast. Among the many party guests, many of them must have been vampires. As we walked through, trying to part the crowd, a flash of light illuminated a faint looking girl leaning obliviously on the shoulder of a taller male vamp. I made a small noise in my throat, and Heero must have heard because he hurried up his pace. They were all vampires! Where were Quatre and Trowa?


Finally we came across them, in the corner of the room. There were three of them moving in on Quatre and Trowa. Heero lowered me to the ground, as he picked up a wooden chair and smashed in brutally against the head of the first vamp. The pieces of the chair shattered against it's head, scattering across the floor. Heero looked momentarily confused, before he picked up a remnant of a chair leg, ramming it swiftly into the chest of the female vamp. She look surprised for a moment, before she turned to ashes, scattering across the floor. Trowa quickly took up Heero's example and grabbed a piece of the chair. The other vampires look shocked for a moment before they went back into action. The blond vamp swung his fist at Trowa, who ducked, and tried to stake the vampire in the heart. The vampire was fast though, faster than Trowa and it caught his wrist inches from it's chest, ripping the stake from his hand.


"Quatre! Help get Duo out!" Heero cried, a note of panic in his voice. "They're too strong!"


I heard a sickening crack as the vamp twisted Trowa's arm at an angle that was definitely unnatural.


"Shit."


He uttered an understated curse, but kept struggling bravely. Heero moved in behind the blond vamp and drove the stake in with excellent precision. It maintained it's grip on Trowa's arm right 'till the end, when it dusted, the Trowa toppled to the ground. He was no doubt in severe pain because of his broken arm, but not once did I hear him complain. He pushed himself to his feet and followed Heero to the front door.


I felt Quatre hoist me to the ground, and he led me through the crowd. My feet felt like lead, and it was becoming increasingly hard to walk. I hated being so useless. Heero swung open the door, and we made our way down the long driveway as fast as we could. I could see some shadows in the distance on the lawn that were no doubt vampires, but they stayed away from us, which was damn lucky. I didn't care why, at the time.


Finally when we reached the end of the drive, Heero hotwired a truck as fast as was possible. Although he was undoubtedly quicker than average at such a task, it felt like forever, especially when I brought a pale shaking hand to my neck and was surprised to see it coated with my own blood. I remember Quatre hauling me in; I was leaning against his shoulder. He was telling me that it would be okay. And then I passed out.





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