Duo Maxwell: Vampire Hunter
author: Anti-Social Lemming
date: 9.09.01-11.10.01
archived: Fanfiction.net
notes: PG13 for language, maybe violence (probably, not to sure though), maybe m/m relation ships (not too sure). Also, a fusion between Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter by Laurell K. Hamilton and Gundam Wing. No money is being made by this [really bad piece of writing]... please r/r!!!
1 Chapter Two
"Duo?" I looked up to see Trowa staring at me. He was only about a foot away from me. And I couldn't even reach over and touch him. Sad.
"Uh.. yeah?"
"Are you alright?" He almost sounded concerned.
"I..uh. can't exactly get past the circle now."
Relena and he just stared at me.
"What?!"
"Yeah, I know. It sucks. I can't get past the circle, you can't get in the circle, and so, we're just sorta stuck where we are." I snuck a look over my shoulder. Heero. Stuck with Heero. Dead Heero. Damn.
After a short pause, I asked, "Can you hand me my stuff?" When in doubt, do business, that's my motto. Trowa hefted my dark blue bag filled with various zombie and vamp tools.
He held it to the circle, not touching the circle. I grabbed it, also not touching the circle. From the depths of the bag, I plucked out gloves, stuck them on, then grabbed my trusty ruler. I began to measure the bite radii.They were all different. At least four different vampires had bitten Heero. What the hell? Vamps never hunt together. They're almost always solitary. But if they're rogue.. Oh crap. If they were rogue, then that would mean that they're basically crazy. Disobey the laws of common sense. Go out and be wild. In other words, be really, really dangerous. How fun.
"Hey, Tro. Did you know that the victim was bitten by four different vampires?" My tone of voice was carefully casual. When I turned to glance at the man, he had out his trusty notebook, and was writing it down.
"Which means?" His voice was also careful.
"Which means, that either vampires decided that they wanted to go and get drunk on a human together, they went rogue, or something here is really screwy."
"And.?"
"I seriously doubt that vamps would just randomly choose to pick a human and drink his blood for the fun of it, then leave it in the middle of a perfectly respectable neighborhood. So, I surmise, they either went rogue, or something here is really screwy."
"If they went rogue, what exactly would that mean?"
I sighed. "Okay. Generally, vampires have a whole heirachy thing going. They've got the vamps, the master vamps, and the Master of the City. The lower obey the higher, the higher protect the lower. Now, if they went rogue, they would just. go crazy. they wouldn't go by the same set of rules the other vampires did, and they probably wouldn't mind leaving a body here." I gestured at the houses and lawn. "But the thing is, if they did go rogue, that would mean that there is one master vampire that is commanding the other three. If they were all crazy, they'd all be killed by each other. If only on was, they'd work under him as long as he was powerful enough to keep them in line. This vampire, however, would not only have to be rogue, he'd also have to be super strong. psychically I mean. In order to make a blood circle this precise- as in no one in but me, and only the second time- the guy would have to be damn powerful. To garauntee that no one saw it would be even harder." I swallowed. "And to be able to catch Heero." My voice trailed off.
"What's so special about." He paused, eyes darting towards Heero, "him?"
Whoops. I don't think I should have said that. "Oh. Well. I don't know. He's just so." I gestured helplessly with my hands. Seeing Trowa's blank look, I sighed. "Never mind."
Hearing a sound to my left, I remembered about Relena. Ugh. I turned to face her when something dark came up at me and..
I stifled a groan. My head was pounding, and damn did it hurt. My left hand rose to touch my head, but was stopped with a small clinking noise. The clinking noise that only chains made. Oh joy. Carefully, I tested my arms and legs. Yep, all of them were bound in the same way. A smooth metal surface covered my arms from about half way down from the elbows to my wrists, and halfway down my knees to my ankles.
I tried cracking one eye open, but a blinding light made me instantly close it again. I just had to see what was going on. Carefully, I opened my eyes tiny bit. My eyes adjusted pretty quickly. Yippee yay. Here's the hard part. I opened them all the way. To keep the full brightness out of my face, I turned it to the side.
"Maxwell." A smooth, cultured voice rolled over me. Hot damn. This could not be-
"Yes, I am the person you humans know as Trieze Khushrenada." He sounded amused. Okay. What did I know of Khushrenada? He was one of the RPIT team sponsors. I think. Oh wait. Nah, that wasn't him. Or maybe that was. Nope. I don't remember.
"Yeah. So?" I sounded bored almost, casual. Great.
"I am here to make a prepostition."
"Good for you." My mind was racing. Who the hell was Trieze Khushrenada?!
"I am the man you saw today at the crime scene. You bumped into me."
"Alright." There was a silence. Trieze's deep blue eyes were piercing into me. I know it sounds cliché or whatever the word is, but I could almost feel the glare.
"So." I broke the silence. I can't stand having long silences with nothing to do except lie there in chains. Not that it happens very often. Really. It had happened only once before, and I was only half consious at the time.
"Indeed." Trieze wasn't helping much.
Another long silence. I couldn't stand it. The pressure of the room was pressing down on me.
"So. You've got a preposition?" I had to say something. Granted, it wasn't the best thing to say, but my mind was at a blank.
"You killed the previous Master of the City." It wasn't a question.
"And if I did?" It wasn't a yes, or a no. Great. And it would tell me what he wanted.
"With an accomplice, you went through a tunnel which led to her daytime retreat. After realizing that she was awake and waiting with four of her vampires, you and your partner had tried to use a machine gun to," he pursed his lips, "mow the vampires down. You killed two of them, rather messily if I might add, and your partner shot another with an expanding tip bullet. With no head and chest, it to was incapitated." Shit, how did he know all this? I'd know if he was one of them, and I also knew that no one else was awake except for the vamps, me, and Heero. My mind was racing furiously. His face was compeletly smooth, void of any emotions and was just telling the tale as though he were asking me the weather.
"Your companion distracted the last remaining vampire and Master. Using a long knife dropped by one of the vampires, you sliced off the Master's head. You also stabbed it into her heart and thus killed her. It was all very well done, albeit a bit rough at points."
By this time, I was fighting to keep my mouth from gaping with amazement. There was no way that he could be guessing, it was far too specific. That was exactly what happened. He didn't mention the desperation in us, but it was basically sound.
"Yeah, so?" I asked, voice croaking a bit.
"You will kill the Master of the City for me."
"Whoa, whoa." I tried to make my hands move, but the chains got in the way. "This doesn't sound anything like a preposition to me. It sounds like a demand."
"You did not allow me to finish. Either you do as I ask, or you will die." Trieze smiled, showing a little bit of fang. Which meant he was a vampire. Trust me, I've learned how to recognize vampy fangs. And the way he displayed them wasn't the same as a newbie fang flasher, but as a strategic move to help me 'decide' what I was going to do. Then, he addded, "And perhaps some other people as well."
The choices, the choices. What shall I choose. To kill or be killed? hm...
"Let me tell you a little story, Trieze." I gave the name a little mocking emphasis. It didn't seen to faze the man very much. "Once upon a time, there was once a little animator who was kidnapped by a vampire who wanted him to kill the Master of the City. Annoyed, the little animator went with what the vampire said, then killed him. That way, the little animator didn't have to risk his life killing the head honcho, and didn't have to die. The end."
"Ah yes. A very nice little tale." He smirked. "Here is one of my own. There was once an animator who had a choice of killing the Master or dying. He attempted to kill the vampire who relayed the message, but the vampire's loyal followers took him captive. After a few days of nonstop torture, the animator decided to help him. The end."
I swallowed.
"You will be given twenty four hours to decided. At the end of the time, you will go to Betrayed Souls and tell the manager your decision." Betrayed Souls was a club in the Blood Square, the vampire district.
"And if I'm not there?"
"Simply put, we will make sure that you are there." He turned my head, not even bothered by my frantic movements. He bit his wrist, held it over my head, then something dropped onto my temple. He then twisted my head the other way and did the same thing. When it hit my skin, I felt like it was burning. Like the blood was burning through my head.
I was gasping in pain. It hurts!! It hurts.... The pain seemed to double, then triple until I was screaming. "Stop it!! STOP IT!!!"
The next instant, I wasn't there anymore.
author: Anti-Social Lemming
date: 9.09.01-11.10.01
archived: Fanfiction.net
notes: PG13 for language, maybe violence (probably, not to sure though), maybe m/m relation ships (not too sure). Also, a fusion between Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter by Laurell K. Hamilton and Gundam Wing. No money is being made by this [really bad piece of writing]... please r/r!!!
1 Chapter Two
"Duo?" I looked up to see Trowa staring at me. He was only about a foot away from me. And I couldn't even reach over and touch him. Sad.
"Uh.. yeah?"
"Are you alright?" He almost sounded concerned.
"I..uh. can't exactly get past the circle now."
Relena and he just stared at me.
"What?!"
"Yeah, I know. It sucks. I can't get past the circle, you can't get in the circle, and so, we're just sorta stuck where we are." I snuck a look over my shoulder. Heero. Stuck with Heero. Dead Heero. Damn.
After a short pause, I asked, "Can you hand me my stuff?" When in doubt, do business, that's my motto. Trowa hefted my dark blue bag filled with various zombie and vamp tools.
He held it to the circle, not touching the circle. I grabbed it, also not touching the circle. From the depths of the bag, I plucked out gloves, stuck them on, then grabbed my trusty ruler. I began to measure the bite radii.They were all different. At least four different vampires had bitten Heero. What the hell? Vamps never hunt together. They're almost always solitary. But if they're rogue.. Oh crap. If they were rogue, then that would mean that they're basically crazy. Disobey the laws of common sense. Go out and be wild. In other words, be really, really dangerous. How fun.
"Hey, Tro. Did you know that the victim was bitten by four different vampires?" My tone of voice was carefully casual. When I turned to glance at the man, he had out his trusty notebook, and was writing it down.
"Which means?" His voice was also careful.
"Which means, that either vampires decided that they wanted to go and get drunk on a human together, they went rogue, or something here is really screwy."
"And.?"
"I seriously doubt that vamps would just randomly choose to pick a human and drink his blood for the fun of it, then leave it in the middle of a perfectly respectable neighborhood. So, I surmise, they either went rogue, or something here is really screwy."
"If they went rogue, what exactly would that mean?"
I sighed. "Okay. Generally, vampires have a whole heirachy thing going. They've got the vamps, the master vamps, and the Master of the City. The lower obey the higher, the higher protect the lower. Now, if they went rogue, they would just. go crazy. they wouldn't go by the same set of rules the other vampires did, and they probably wouldn't mind leaving a body here." I gestured at the houses and lawn. "But the thing is, if they did go rogue, that would mean that there is one master vampire that is commanding the other three. If they were all crazy, they'd all be killed by each other. If only on was, they'd work under him as long as he was powerful enough to keep them in line. This vampire, however, would not only have to be rogue, he'd also have to be super strong. psychically I mean. In order to make a blood circle this precise- as in no one in but me, and only the second time- the guy would have to be damn powerful. To garauntee that no one saw it would be even harder." I swallowed. "And to be able to catch Heero." My voice trailed off.
"What's so special about." He paused, eyes darting towards Heero, "him?"
Whoops. I don't think I should have said that. "Oh. Well. I don't know. He's just so." I gestured helplessly with my hands. Seeing Trowa's blank look, I sighed. "Never mind."
Hearing a sound to my left, I remembered about Relena. Ugh. I turned to face her when something dark came up at me and..
I stifled a groan. My head was pounding, and damn did it hurt. My left hand rose to touch my head, but was stopped with a small clinking noise. The clinking noise that only chains made. Oh joy. Carefully, I tested my arms and legs. Yep, all of them were bound in the same way. A smooth metal surface covered my arms from about half way down from the elbows to my wrists, and halfway down my knees to my ankles.
I tried cracking one eye open, but a blinding light made me instantly close it again. I just had to see what was going on. Carefully, I opened my eyes tiny bit. My eyes adjusted pretty quickly. Yippee yay. Here's the hard part. I opened them all the way. To keep the full brightness out of my face, I turned it to the side.
"Maxwell." A smooth, cultured voice rolled over me. Hot damn. This could not be-
"Yes, I am the person you humans know as Trieze Khushrenada." He sounded amused. Okay. What did I know of Khushrenada? He was one of the RPIT team sponsors. I think. Oh wait. Nah, that wasn't him. Or maybe that was. Nope. I don't remember.
"Yeah. So?" I sounded bored almost, casual. Great.
"I am here to make a prepostition."
"Good for you." My mind was racing. Who the hell was Trieze Khushrenada?!
"I am the man you saw today at the crime scene. You bumped into me."
"Alright." There was a silence. Trieze's deep blue eyes were piercing into me. I know it sounds cliché or whatever the word is, but I could almost feel the glare.
"So." I broke the silence. I can't stand having long silences with nothing to do except lie there in chains. Not that it happens very often. Really. It had happened only once before, and I was only half consious at the time.
"Indeed." Trieze wasn't helping much.
Another long silence. I couldn't stand it. The pressure of the room was pressing down on me.
"So. You've got a preposition?" I had to say something. Granted, it wasn't the best thing to say, but my mind was at a blank.
"You killed the previous Master of the City." It wasn't a question.
"And if I did?" It wasn't a yes, or a no. Great. And it would tell me what he wanted.
"With an accomplice, you went through a tunnel which led to her daytime retreat. After realizing that she was awake and waiting with four of her vampires, you and your partner had tried to use a machine gun to," he pursed his lips, "mow the vampires down. You killed two of them, rather messily if I might add, and your partner shot another with an expanding tip bullet. With no head and chest, it to was incapitated." Shit, how did he know all this? I'd know if he was one of them, and I also knew that no one else was awake except for the vamps, me, and Heero. My mind was racing furiously. His face was compeletly smooth, void of any emotions and was just telling the tale as though he were asking me the weather.
"Your companion distracted the last remaining vampire and Master. Using a long knife dropped by one of the vampires, you sliced off the Master's head. You also stabbed it into her heart and thus killed her. It was all very well done, albeit a bit rough at points."
By this time, I was fighting to keep my mouth from gaping with amazement. There was no way that he could be guessing, it was far too specific. That was exactly what happened. He didn't mention the desperation in us, but it was basically sound.
"Yeah, so?" I asked, voice croaking a bit.
"You will kill the Master of the City for me."
"Whoa, whoa." I tried to make my hands move, but the chains got in the way. "This doesn't sound anything like a preposition to me. It sounds like a demand."
"You did not allow me to finish. Either you do as I ask, or you will die." Trieze smiled, showing a little bit of fang. Which meant he was a vampire. Trust me, I've learned how to recognize vampy fangs. And the way he displayed them wasn't the same as a newbie fang flasher, but as a strategic move to help me 'decide' what I was going to do. Then, he addded, "And perhaps some other people as well."
The choices, the choices. What shall I choose. To kill or be killed? hm...
"Let me tell you a little story, Trieze." I gave the name a little mocking emphasis. It didn't seen to faze the man very much. "Once upon a time, there was once a little animator who was kidnapped by a vampire who wanted him to kill the Master of the City. Annoyed, the little animator went with what the vampire said, then killed him. That way, the little animator didn't have to risk his life killing the head honcho, and didn't have to die. The end."
"Ah yes. A very nice little tale." He smirked. "Here is one of my own. There was once an animator who had a choice of killing the Master or dying. He attempted to kill the vampire who relayed the message, but the vampire's loyal followers took him captive. After a few days of nonstop torture, the animator decided to help him. The end."
I swallowed.
"You will be given twenty four hours to decided. At the end of the time, you will go to Betrayed Souls and tell the manager your decision." Betrayed Souls was a club in the Blood Square, the vampire district.
"And if I'm not there?"
"Simply put, we will make sure that you are there." He turned my head, not even bothered by my frantic movements. He bit his wrist, held it over my head, then something dropped onto my temple. He then twisted my head the other way and did the same thing. When it hit my skin, I felt like it was burning. Like the blood was burning through my head.
I was gasping in pain. It hurts!! It hurts.... The pain seemed to double, then triple until I was screaming. "Stop it!! STOP IT!!!"
The next instant, I wasn't there anymore.
