The overall name of this fic is called Vampire Heart. It's a fusion for a book called Vampire Heart but I've cut it down so the three different parts will be put up separately.

Disclaimer: The book was written by J.B.Calchman and the GW characters are own by Bandai ECT. So I don't own either the book or characters used. Sucks sometimes doesn't it?

Warnings: Vampires, Lemon (maybe), bit angst, Yaoi, Death?

Notes: This might get confusing but hopefully I'll be able to guide you through it all.

Pairings: 1x2 2xH

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PART ONE – Kiss Of The Vampire

Prologue – The Funeral

Oakport, Maine

The Churchyard was perched on the top of a cliff. A line of black spruce trees was all that prevented it from slipping into the ocean. Deep below the water swirled and a mist rose, like steam, seeping into the crags of the dark rocks as it made its ascent.

Three fresh gravestones were waiting; three coffins already lay waiting to be covered. It was in the last of the light that four figures approached them. The preacher led the way, his robes skimming the damp ground as he took his position. The others followed: a women whose ill-assorted clothes might have come from a dressing-up box; a tall man whose thick blond hair was like a flame against his dark coat; and last a child, a boy, struggling to keep up, tumbling forward towards the graves.

There was another person in that churchyard hidden among the spruces at the cliff-edge. His prussian eyes strained to watch the funeral procession. The preacher began to speak, but there was no hope of hearing the words. The man's mouth opened and closed, but his words seemed to make no dent in the air. The others huddled together as if gaining strength from each other. The watcher had an overwhelming desire to turn and run but he knew that it was out of the question. No matter what he had to get the child and only the child was important.

A sudden shot of pain bore through him and he lurched back. His veins felt overloaded with blood and he lay still until the burning left him.

Relieved, he clawed his way back to his feet. His hand brushing the bandage on his neck. He drew his hand away and saw the very tips of his fingers were scarlet.

Turning back to the funeral he watched as the man threw a handful of earth in to each open grave. The women hurried forward to help her husband in cleaning his hands leaving the boy standing there alone in the centre of the churchyard trembling. The watcher moved silently from the edge of the trees. Was this it?

Quickly he calculated the distance between them. He could do it. And the circle will be complete.

But what if he failed? What if he was seen? The others might be scared, but that wouldn't stop them and the circle would begin all over again and the child would be lost to him forever. He recoiled, with a pain far worse than that from the blood wound. He couldn't do this. Not yet. New plans were needed.

As it began to rain the preacher led them back into the church. As the rain grew heavier they started to run. As the heavy door slammed shut a bolt of lightning sliced through the air. Thunder followed.

Alone in the churchyard, the watcher stepped out from his hiding-place. Lumps of earth clung to his boots. He realised how foolish he had been to think he could have captured the boy here. He could move only slowly now, as once he had through the ocean, the undertow tugging at his legs. The thunder and lighting crashed around him as he stood before the three graves. The others' footprints had already been washed away.

He watched the water worming it's way into the newly carved marble and shuddered as he read the inscriptions.

Odin Lowe, 1957 - 2002. Beloved husband of Charlotte and father of Heero and Quatre.

Charlotte Yuy Lowe, 1959 – 2002. …

Heero Lowe, 1985 – 2002. Son of Odin and Charlotte. 'In their death they were not divided'…

The tears that had begun to form froze with the shock of reading his own name. His finger traced the carved letters on the icy marble. Heero Lowe. He still couldn't believe what had happened.

As another flash of lightning struck, the pain within him seemed to respond, pushing through his veins and towards the wound. And the warm rivers of blood gushed from his neck to his shoulder and down to join the sea of mud below.

TBC…

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