Blood on the Moon
Chapter 4
By: IceQueen
AN: Hello everybody! How are ya'll? I'm doing..... something. Actually I have an unknown object stuck in my eye, but I'm still writing! ^_^ And I'd just really like to say......
::goes into Sim mode and changes::
I am..... Cheerleader Chick! (Even though I'm not a cheerlead, but... details.)
::poses in cheerleading outfit::
Now! For my debut cheer! (Rogue-san's going to kill me...)
Rogue A. Barton's the best! ::waves poms and jumps enthusiastically::
You should read her fics! They're cool! ::does back flip::
Yay! Rogue! ::jumps up, does splits.... and does NOT land on her feet::
Ow.... somebody call 911.... I don't think I can move anymore...
Disclaimer: I don't own GW or SM.
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Hotaru walked out of the dark room once the sun had gone down. She smiled, and hit the button for the answering machine.
"Ms.Tomoe, this is P.I. Heero Yuy calling. I've gotten results back from the lab on DNA samples I found. You might be interested in them."
She made a mental note to stop over at Mr.Yuy's place once she was done hunting. Another message played.
"Hotaru, this is your editor. Pick up the phone. I got your chapter. Wonderful material. Your agent, myself, and you, of course, have a meeting scheduled for Thursday at 7:00PM. Just thought you'd like to know."
That was the end of that message. There were no remaining messages after that.
Sighing she went to get dressed.
Coming out of her room yet again, Hotaru was found wearing a light, white dress. It hugged her form nicely, but left things to the imagination. It was beautiful and gauzy, and made her look like one of the legendary Fae. Well, she would've anyway, had she not chosen to wear combat boots with the dress, and a light spring jacket that was bright pink.
Smiling and whistling to herself, she left the apartment, locking the door behind her.
Hotaru thought for a moment, then opted to take the stairwell, remembering all too well her last elevator ride. Hotaru looked from the top of the stairwell down, through the rectangular middle that the stairs created.
With a sudden surge of recklessness she swung herself over the railing and did a free fall the entire way down, coming to an abrupt stop when the cement at the bottom finally met her feet. Hotaru shook her head from the dizziness and continued walking.
Coming out onto the street, bursting from the doorway like a child from its mother's womb, she took in the sights, sounds, and smells that the city had to offer her. Everything smelled beautiful and rich... like humans. Hotaru turned left and walked toward her favorite hunting ground.
Wisconsin Avenue was full of people. People shopping, people eating, people drinking, people playing games, people on dates. It never failed to put a bit of awe into her. Her, the six-hundred year old vampire, who had seen and done practically everything.
Hotaru brushed by the dozens of humans, all swarming to get to their destinations, and ducked into an alley. Despite the brightness of her clothes she blended easily with the shadows that covered the alleyway. She surveyed the crowd, looking for the perfect one. One who was beautiful, and so undeniably human that they couldn't possibly accept what would happen to them, but repress it to the deepest, darkest crevices of their mind.
Finally she saw him. Young, blonde, little. One who couldn't possibly put up much of a fight. And he was heading straight towards her. Hotaru waited, like a snake in tall grasses would, waiting for a little field mouse to just walk right into her. Her little field mouse lived up to his expectations. As he walked by she put a hand over his mouth, and one arm wrapped around his waist.
With inhuman strength she pulled him to her. The smell of fear permeated the air, making it sharper, more tangent. Hotaru felt her fangs pull out, and quickly she sunk her teeth into the tan human flesh, which folded so easily under her own teeth. The human struggled futilely, kicking his legs, and waving his arms around wildly, trying to detatch her arm.
The red fluid of life flowed into her, and Hotaru felt like she were drinking out of the Holy Grail. It poured down her throat, a sticky mass, and pooled in her stomach, setting it on fire. From there it spread into her limbs, rejuvenating her, like bathing in the Fountain of Youth would.
She couldn't stop. He was too near, too warm, too full of life begging to be taken.
With a gasp she shoved the boy away, who collapsed on the ground. She turned and fled at top speed away from that dirty alley, with her latest victim in it.
Gasping, and tired, Hotaru leaned against a building. She guessed she'd ran around thirty city blocks already. A couple passed her, dressed in some designer label, and shot her a dirty look. They probably thought she was some little punk, running around with dark fantasies in her head.
Shaking her head, Hotaru snapped back into reality and began the trek to Heero's apartment. She hoped he had something good to say.
Hotaru walked quite a few blocks before coming to the now-familiar apartment building. Without a second thought she opened the door, and stepped inside, only to be met with an angry guard.
"Who're you?" He barked out.
"Ms.Tomoe. I'm here to see Mr.Yuy." She answered in a silky smooth voice.
"You're not on the list. I can't let you up."
Hotaru looked at him straight in the eye, and said in a hypnotic voice, "You will let me up."
Her eyes burned him, saw into his core, fried his circuits. So he nodded his head, and let her inside the building.
Stupid human, Hotaru thought to herself, What did he think he was doing? Getting in my way? Nuh-uh. No deal.
She walked up the hallways, and up the three flights of stairs, before arriving at the door. Poising her hand, she knocked carefully. Always carefully. You didn't want to break the door.
***********
Heero Yuy sighed and plopped on the couch. The results had come back from the lab today, and he'd called Hotaru.
He hadn't wanted to. Didn't intend to. It's like his hand had a will of its own and picked up the phone for him.
He got her answering machine.
Heero had to remind himself that she'd said she wouldn't be available until sundown.
Sundown came and went, and he had to restrain himself to call the girl again.
Suddenly he heard a knock at his door, a delicate little knock, indicating care. Before Heero knew what he was doing he shot up to answer it.
**********
AN: That's all for now! Conversation's in the next chapter! It'll be fun! And we're back to the blood theme! ^_^ Bye bye!
Chapter 4
By: IceQueen
AN: Hello everybody! How are ya'll? I'm doing..... something. Actually I have an unknown object stuck in my eye, but I'm still writing! ^_^ And I'd just really like to say......
::goes into Sim mode and changes::
I am..... Cheerleader Chick! (Even though I'm not a cheerlead, but... details.)
::poses in cheerleading outfit::
Now! For my debut cheer! (Rogue-san's going to kill me...)
Rogue A. Barton's the best! ::waves poms and jumps enthusiastically::
You should read her fics! They're cool! ::does back flip::
Yay! Rogue! ::jumps up, does splits.... and does NOT land on her feet::
Ow.... somebody call 911.... I don't think I can move anymore...
Disclaimer: I don't own GW or SM.
*************
Hotaru walked out of the dark room once the sun had gone down. She smiled, and hit the button for the answering machine.
"Ms.Tomoe, this is P.I. Heero Yuy calling. I've gotten results back from the lab on DNA samples I found. You might be interested in them."
She made a mental note to stop over at Mr.Yuy's place once she was done hunting. Another message played.
"Hotaru, this is your editor. Pick up the phone. I got your chapter. Wonderful material. Your agent, myself, and you, of course, have a meeting scheduled for Thursday at 7:00PM. Just thought you'd like to know."
That was the end of that message. There were no remaining messages after that.
Sighing she went to get dressed.
Coming out of her room yet again, Hotaru was found wearing a light, white dress. It hugged her form nicely, but left things to the imagination. It was beautiful and gauzy, and made her look like one of the legendary Fae. Well, she would've anyway, had she not chosen to wear combat boots with the dress, and a light spring jacket that was bright pink.
Smiling and whistling to herself, she left the apartment, locking the door behind her.
Hotaru thought for a moment, then opted to take the stairwell, remembering all too well her last elevator ride. Hotaru looked from the top of the stairwell down, through the rectangular middle that the stairs created.
With a sudden surge of recklessness she swung herself over the railing and did a free fall the entire way down, coming to an abrupt stop when the cement at the bottom finally met her feet. Hotaru shook her head from the dizziness and continued walking.
Coming out onto the street, bursting from the doorway like a child from its mother's womb, she took in the sights, sounds, and smells that the city had to offer her. Everything smelled beautiful and rich... like humans. Hotaru turned left and walked toward her favorite hunting ground.
Wisconsin Avenue was full of people. People shopping, people eating, people drinking, people playing games, people on dates. It never failed to put a bit of awe into her. Her, the six-hundred year old vampire, who had seen and done practically everything.
Hotaru brushed by the dozens of humans, all swarming to get to their destinations, and ducked into an alley. Despite the brightness of her clothes she blended easily with the shadows that covered the alleyway. She surveyed the crowd, looking for the perfect one. One who was beautiful, and so undeniably human that they couldn't possibly accept what would happen to them, but repress it to the deepest, darkest crevices of their mind.
Finally she saw him. Young, blonde, little. One who couldn't possibly put up much of a fight. And he was heading straight towards her. Hotaru waited, like a snake in tall grasses would, waiting for a little field mouse to just walk right into her. Her little field mouse lived up to his expectations. As he walked by she put a hand over his mouth, and one arm wrapped around his waist.
With inhuman strength she pulled him to her. The smell of fear permeated the air, making it sharper, more tangent. Hotaru felt her fangs pull out, and quickly she sunk her teeth into the tan human flesh, which folded so easily under her own teeth. The human struggled futilely, kicking his legs, and waving his arms around wildly, trying to detatch her arm.
The red fluid of life flowed into her, and Hotaru felt like she were drinking out of the Holy Grail. It poured down her throat, a sticky mass, and pooled in her stomach, setting it on fire. From there it spread into her limbs, rejuvenating her, like bathing in the Fountain of Youth would.
She couldn't stop. He was too near, too warm, too full of life begging to be taken.
With a gasp she shoved the boy away, who collapsed on the ground. She turned and fled at top speed away from that dirty alley, with her latest victim in it.
Gasping, and tired, Hotaru leaned against a building. She guessed she'd ran around thirty city blocks already. A couple passed her, dressed in some designer label, and shot her a dirty look. They probably thought she was some little punk, running around with dark fantasies in her head.
Shaking her head, Hotaru snapped back into reality and began the trek to Heero's apartment. She hoped he had something good to say.
Hotaru walked quite a few blocks before coming to the now-familiar apartment building. Without a second thought she opened the door, and stepped inside, only to be met with an angry guard.
"Who're you?" He barked out.
"Ms.Tomoe. I'm here to see Mr.Yuy." She answered in a silky smooth voice.
"You're not on the list. I can't let you up."
Hotaru looked at him straight in the eye, and said in a hypnotic voice, "You will let me up."
Her eyes burned him, saw into his core, fried his circuits. So he nodded his head, and let her inside the building.
Stupid human, Hotaru thought to herself, What did he think he was doing? Getting in my way? Nuh-uh. No deal.
She walked up the hallways, and up the three flights of stairs, before arriving at the door. Poising her hand, she knocked carefully. Always carefully. You didn't want to break the door.
***********
Heero Yuy sighed and plopped on the couch. The results had come back from the lab today, and he'd called Hotaru.
He hadn't wanted to. Didn't intend to. It's like his hand had a will of its own and picked up the phone for him.
He got her answering machine.
Heero had to remind himself that she'd said she wouldn't be available until sundown.
Sundown came and went, and he had to restrain himself to call the girl again.
Suddenly he heard a knock at his door, a delicate little knock, indicating care. Before Heero knew what he was doing he shot up to answer it.
**********
AN: That's all for now! Conversation's in the next chapter! It'll be fun! And we're back to the blood theme! ^_^ Bye bye!