Author's Notes: I only claim responsibility of owning myself. It would be too hard if I owned anyone else, I'm constantly losing me,so it's an all round bad Idea.

The Beginning



It was happening again. He could feel it. A shiver ran down his back and he turned, stake in hand. The boy closed his eyes and fought back tears. "no." The vampire cocked it's head, curious. "I won't kill you again." The vampire laughed, a harsh, grating laugh. "No?" it rasped. "You won't fight me? Why?" Blue eyes narrowed, "I can't ." The vampire grinned, showing off it's sharp canine teeth. "You can, and you will. If you don't you know what will happen." A soft sob escaped the slayer. "I won't." The vampire lowered his eyes, the grin fading. "Quatre. You have to fight. The master is strong. Now that I'm gone, you are all that's left." The slayer looked away as the tears fell. "I know already. I wasn't ready for you to go yet." The vampire sighed and raised a clawed hand to the boy's shoulder. "I know Quatre."



The vampire led Quatre down into the inner sanctum of the undead. Where the Master of all vampires was waiting, holding the one thing the boy would fight for - his watcher's soul. Blue eyes hardened as they entered the last chamber, and found the master idly twirling the crystal that contained the Watcher's soul through his clawed hands. He glanced up, lips curling into a grin and stood, placing the crystal on a pedestal beside his throne. "Welcome Watcher and Slayer. Quite the combination you were. But now," he stopped and looked at the ground, false sympathy in his eyes " just a child, all alone." He bowed slightly, "Come now slayer, it is customary to bow before a duel." Quatre glared and remained standing. The Master's eyes narrowed and he nodded his head in the boy's direction. A gasp escaped the blonde as he was forced to bow. He fought off the curse and stood straight, glaring harder than before. The master's expression had returned to the friendly face he started off with. "Thankyou, kind sir. Now, we duel."




He had barely spoken these words before he was on the pair. Throwing the vampire Watcher away, he struck out with his claws, and missed. The Slayer had disappeared from sight. A slight breath being expelled told the Master where the Slayer was as he swooped in from behind, a stake held out to be slammed through the Master's back. He turned and caught the slim hand as the Slayer changed tactic and punched him. The master's head snapped back and he let go of the boy, stunned. Not waiting for his enemy to regain his senses, Quatre leapt forward and slammed the stake into the vampires back and through the heart. A second later the body crumbled to dust and Quatre pocketed the stake, turning to his former mentor. "We did it." he said quietly, looking into his friends eyes. "No" the vampire disagreed "you did it." Quatre grinned a small smile and walked to the pedestal. "Well, only one thing left huh?" The vampire smiled and waited as Quatre broke the tip of the crystal. A light mist seeped from it and covered the vampire. She smiled as he felt death coming . She was about to thank Quatre when a swirling dust behind the boy caught his attention. A look of horror crossed her features as she tried to warn Quatre. She barely said the boy's name when a cold feeling drew up from it's veins, and realising too late, this wasn't her soul....




Quatre watched as his friend was engulfed in light. A look of horror crossed her face and Quatre ran forward a couple of steps. "What's wrong?" He asked frantically as his former Watcher gasped "Quatre!" before clasping a hand to her throat. Quatre's eyes darted from the crystal to the vampire in the mist. "No" he started forward when a cold, clawed hand circled his throat, clamping down upon his windpipe. "It that all you have Slayer?" The masters voice hissed and he squeezed, breaking Quatre's larynx in one swift movement. The blonde's eyes widened and he gasped, trying to get air in. Failing to do so he looked to his mentor a final time before crashing to the ground, unconscious.




The vampire watched, unable to scream, to do anything to help her younger friend. The master looked to the blonde on the floor before turning to the vampire. "It's a pity. The dream team, all over now." The vampire struggled to do something, anything, to stop the master. Before she could move the master stopped and blinked in confusion. A light mist was beginning to circle him and he glared, his eyes searching for the source. On the floor, lay Quatre, the crystal in his hands, and he had managed to get part of the master's blood on it. The master screamed and lifted the boy by the front of his shirt, desperately trying to get the blood off the crystal. "No...No!!!!" Knowing it was too late he grasped the boys' neck and twisted hard, breaking it instantly. Quatre went limp and the crystal crashed to the floor, still collecting the entire essence of the Master. A final scream and the Master disappeared, trapped within the crystal.




The vampire looked sadly to the still figure on the ground. "Poor boy".



Quatre shot up in bed, his hand flying to his throat as he gasped in air. Chest heaving, he stood slowly and made his way to the window. He hadn't remembered this dream in a long time. It had been three years since his battle with the Master and he had disappeared, not to be heard of since. He still didn't know how he had come out of the last battle alive, let alone how he had won. All he knew, was waking up in the hospital with injuries, supposedly sustained in a car accident. The blonde frowned a little, worried. He hadn't needed to Slay a vampire since that day and that's the way he liked it. Maybe he was just worried about the mission tomorrow he surmised. The five pilots' were supposed to infiltrate a mobile suit production plant, destroy the plans and then total the base. Yes, he nodded, that was it. He was nervous about this mission and that had triggered the dream, that was all there was to it. It wasn't a warning that evil was coming back, it wasn't an omen. He had no idea how wrong he was.