A Night Of Blood
Authors Notes: Chapter FOUR! It's about, oh, 1/4 done now. They still have to, like, reincounter the vamps, y'know. Cuz if they didnt then it would be all wussy and boring. ^_^ 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 4








I awoke to have sunlight streaming into my eyes from a large window overlooking a parking lot below. The walls were plain white, and when I first cracked my eyelids open, everything seemed too bright. I lifted my hand to shield my eyes, and pain rang through my entire body when I moved my neck. I looked up to see the bright blue eyes of my cheerful blonde friend. Besides a few minor cuts and bruises, it seemed he had come out relatively unscathed after the incident.


"Hey Q-Man," I coughed, trying to get the croakiness out of my throat.


"Are you alright, Duo?" he asked tentatively.


"I'm super. What about you?" I chuckled hoarsely.


"I'm glad to see you survived the blood transfusion." He joked. "You lost a lot, you know. From that neck wound." He said solemnly, his smile flickering.


"Ah, so it wasn't a dream," I sighed, reaching my hand up to touch my neck. I felt the bandage wrapped around it instead.


"Or rather, a nightmare," He replied.


Just then the door to my hospital room opened and in stepped Heero and Trowa. Heero had a bandage around his waist, which was probably for the broken ribs, along with a small cut across his forehead, but he was otherwise unharmed. Trowa had a cast around his broken arm, but surprisingly he wasn't very but or bruised. I eyed them for a moment before speaking.


"Duo…" Heero said, eyeing my wound.


"It could have been worse. It could have been a helluva lot worse, Heero." I pointed out. "They were waaay stronger than us and they totally outnumbered us."


"I'm glad you're ok," He said hesitantly.


"Aww! Thanks Hee-Chan!" That was so sweet of him, and it must of taken a bit of nerve. From most people, that compliment would have rolled right over my shoulders but it was special with Heero. It was a very un-Heero-like thing to say, and I wanted to show my appreciation.


I leapt out of bed, after some difficulty with the rail, and ran strait into Heero's arms. I hugged him gently, being careful of his injured ribs. Heero looked puzzled first, then a bit embarrassed, but slowly he returned the hug. I smiled, my face buried in his chest. Hey wait a minute, why did I have to get the crap kicked outta me before he showed any sort of concern? Oh well. I ignored the persistent voice in my head and just enjoyed Heero while I had him.


Finally I let him go, and I could see Quatre smiling out of the corner of my eye. Often Quatre and I had talked about our guy troubles and I guess he was glad for me just then. Just then, a rather plump looking nurse bustled in with a cart. When she saw me up and about, her eyes almost bugged out of her head.


"Little boy! Get in bed, you're not well! You won't get better if you're frolicking about!" She protested in a nasal voice, with a slight German accent. I groaned, but when I saw Heero glare at me, I reluctantly climbed back into bed. This was going to be hell, I could just tell.


"Now, I have brought you some food. Eat up, little boy, if you want to be healthy and able to go home." She set a tray down on my lap, and bustled away, whistling a tuneless song. I examined the meal and grumbled.


"Aw man! I hate hospital food!" I inspected the grotesque gruel before me. The only thing that looked remotely appetizing was the Jell-O. I picked up my plastic spoon and prodded at it for a while, before Heero made me eat it, insisting that I needed to eat if I wanted to recover and get home.


"Yeah, like eating Jell-O is going to make me feel all better," I complained, but I ate it anyways. The other pilots came in and visited me several times during that day. Wufei read to me in Chinese and walked me through a meditation, Quatre made me some tea, Heero sat by my side and bought me a book from the lobby, and Trowa even came in once, just to talk.


I read the book from Heero for a while that night before drifting into a restless sleep, filled with vivid scenes from the party last night. I awoke several times, shaking uncontrollably. Heero was there once for me, and sat there awkwardly trying to calm me down. He even let me sit in his lap for a while, while he read from the book he bought me. That was the most thoughtful thing I can ever remember him doing for me.


But I awoke again after he had left. I was cold, I realised, because I had kicked off all of the blankets. The room was dark. The dim yellow light from the lights in the parking lot below was the only luminosity in the room. I glanced at my watch. It was 2:20am. Suddenly, I could swear I saw the face of the vamp boy from the party pressing his ghastly white face against my window, his eyes wide and mocking. I utter a low curse, but I didn't scream. And as fast as he had come he was gone, and I was left trembling and cold, trying to go to sleep, his image haunting my dreams.


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Author: Ok, so I've resorted to begging. It's sad, I know. But I really need to know what you think! Because If you all think it SUCKS, then I shouldn't continue posting, should I? But on the other hand, Maaaaaaaaaybe someone has somthing nice to say? Maybe?

Duo: Yep. This is pretty sad.
Heero: I'll put her out of her misery.
Author: Nonono! Thats okey, Hee-Chan! Miserys good! Heehehe...>_<