Wow! I am surprised that I got any reviews on this, and all of them
praised *falls over and faints* I was absolutely sure that no one would
like this one. Well since I decided to be nice here is the next chapter
and I hope that you continue to enjoy my story.
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Heero finally made it home that night, absolutely exhausted…probably since he had not gotten a decent amount of sleep in what he knew to probably be years Oh well, he thought making his way into the bathroom and taking a nice looong shower. As he stood there letting the water wash down his strong body his thoughts traveled to the mysterious braided vampire. That was really strange, it felt like I have known him…and the strangest part about it was that I could not tell anything about him, not how long he had been dead, how powerful he was…and I did not even see him move away from me. He sighed again
"Only the really powerful vampires could hide themselves as well as he did" he whispered to himself before stepping from the warm shower to the cold, slick tiles of his bathroom.
The next day at about 4:15 he managed to make his way into his office, only to find a young woman sitting there. She was about average height with light brown hair that was done into tight buns on either side of her face, her tight blue business suit doing justice to her thin body.
"Hello," she greeted as he stepped through the door, "My name is Lady Une, your boss Rashiid said that you would speak to me." Sighing inwardly, and making himself promise not to wave death threats against his boss, (It would be bad for business) he sat down behind his desk, and faced the other woman.
"What brings you here?" he questioned, already knowing that he was going to have a throbbing headache by the end of the day.
"You know of the club Guilty Pleasures?" she said. Of coarse I know what it is…I was just there last night, and plus anyone who does not know what it is just plain damn stupid.
"Yes," he said, keeping his voice carefully neutral.
"Well," She started "One of the main strippers there has just suddenly disappeared, we have not found anything on how or when. He just disappeared, he is a vampire and he can not stay out during the day…so no one can figure out where he is unless he is dead."
"What is his name?" Heero questioned, trying to get over this as fast as he possibly could.
"Milliardo" she replied simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Milliardo…I have heard of him,
"Wasn't he one of the victims of the vampire murders three years ago?" he asked, truly becoming curious. Several years ago, there had been a series of three vampire murders, with only one surviving out of the four attacks.
"Actually yes, I am surprised you knew that, it was supposed to be kept quiet."
"Well I am technically aloud access to information like that," he said, as if it were the most unimportant thing in the world. She just nodded, letting that particular piece of information drop.
"Please, any help you could give us in locating him would be a wonderful help, and we are willing to pay you very well for any information." Heero nodded, "If you would speak to my master tonight at Guilty Pleasures?" He sighted, then nodded
"I can make no promised, but I will try." With that, he showed her to the door,
"Now if you will excuse me, I have other customer to attend to."
The next customer of the day, was a middle aged man named Christopher Andrews who wanted to raise he daughter that had been murdered three years ago from the dead. He had already been here several times, today he was just going to make the final payment and work out a time.
"It would be convenient if we could do this tonight…before I lose my nerve." The man said, and Heero sighed and nodded.
"I will meet you at 9:00 tonight at the cemetery." He sighed Wow, I get to raise the dead, go to a vampire Strip club, and meet with a master vampire…I definitely have a very interesting job
That night he slipped out of his apartment at 8:15, so that he would have plenty of time to get to the cemetery and set everything up for the ceremony for raising the dead. When he got there, he set a crate that held one chicken that was frantically flapping its wings as if it knew what was going to happen to it. He then he brought a machete knife that he used just for this, and finally a small jar of ointment that smelled strongly of cinnamon and other herbs. He looked up as a set of headlights flashed across the cemetery, and seconds later Andrews stepped out of the car. Heero nodded slightly to him,
"Are you ready?" he questioned. Andrews took a deep breath, then nodded.
Heero reached into the crate, grabbed the chicken around the neck, and in a swift stroke of the machete slit its throat. Blood pored out of the now dead chicken's neck, Heero not wasting any time began to walk a slow circle around the grave, letting the blood leave a crimson trail. Once the circle was complete, he lay the carcass of the chicken inside it with the machete lying beside it; he then smeared some of the blood from the circle, on the writing of the tombstone. The girls name was Claire, and the blood that he smeared over the name made it look as if it were glowing, once the blood was smeared over the tombstone he quickly added the ointment before standing slowly up.
"Claire, Claire wake up. Claire come and join us." He chanted repeatedly, like a mantra. Suddenly the ground beneath their feet began to quake, then a hand appeared. It seemed to grasp for air before the other hand joined it, raised to the cool night air. Finally the entire body of a young girl with ghastly white skin and long blond hair that looked silvery from three years in the grave appeared. She looked confused, as if she was not sure what she could be doing alive, and to tell the truth she probably would not understand the concept of being alive…well partly…for a few more hours. One thing off my list for tonight, one then left to go, and to tell truth, I would rather raise a hundred more corpses from their graves tonight then go back to that damned strip club.
Not bothering to change from the black leather pants, and tight T- shirt Heero made his way to Guilty Pleasures, pulling his car into the parking lot to the building across the street. He slowly got out of the car, and walked towards the building, the blood red neon sign playing with the shadows. Wufei was once again standing at the top of the stairs, his black slanted eyes studying his every move.
"I am sorry to say that our master can not meet you tonight…problems have arisen, thought he does insist that you stay tonight and enjoy a free drink, and show." Heero sighed, knowing that it would be an insult if he refused the offer, and that would not be a wise thing to do until he knew more about this so called "Master".
Stepping inside Heero again gave up his cross and a knife that he had decided to take with him (His gun was in the car for emergencies). The girls that took his things flashed him a fanged smile, then placed a slip of paper in his hands so that he could redeem his things when he decided to leave. He once again took up one of the back tables that had a single blood red candle in its center casting shadowy lights across the room, mingling with the shadows from other candles. The room in itself smelled strongly of fear, anticipation, and blood, a combination that he definitely did not like much. The same man from the other night came out, this time wearing a blood red leather body suit that revealed more than Heero really wanted to see.
"Ladies and gentlemen," came his soft voice that seemed to caress the room as if it was completely in his control and maybe that is not that far from the truth. "I hope that you enjoy our show tonight, and I must warn you that this one is definitely something special." When he said that it seemed as if he was looking directly at Heero. The Japanese boy shivered as if the room had suddenly gone down ten degrees in temperature.
The first person on the stage was a tall muscular man with short- cropped black hair, he began to slowly move to the music. Heero watched closely, and he knew that they were pulling an illusion, and sure enough, he saw a young girl with honey blond hair glide up next to the other man. The Illusion vanished and the girl appeared in plane sight, and Heero knew that besides the vampires he was the only one that had any idea as to what happened, to anyone else the girl would have just appeared. The two moved in perfect synchronization their bodies moving and trembling to a pounding beat that seemed almost as if their beating hearts created it. As that song finally came to an end, it was replaced almost immediately by another slower song. The Two moved around the crowd, which was dead silent, as if they were in some sort of trance. People began once again cheering them on moments later, placing money into what clothes had remained on their bodies, When the woman finally got to his table the music had come to an end. She sat down across from him and smiled,
"You are sexy for someone that has the blood of my friends on his hands," she purred, leaning over and exposing more cleavage than he wanted to see in a lifetime. It was not that he considered himself gay, because he was not sure…he never really cared too much about dating around.
"Please go away," he hissed menacingly. The girl flinched as he brought his glare to her, carefully not meeting her eyes.
"But…" she said poutily.
"Go," he practically yelled at her, I really do not want to put up with this tonight…I don't even want to be in this fucking place. The girl carefully stood up and walked to the stage, when she got there she stood and face the audience, her right hand moving to clutch at the man she had danced with.
"Come here," She said, her voice sounding like silvery bells. Before her realized what he was doing, he was already to his feet. He closed his eyes, trying to block out her sweet voice.
"No," he said quietly, then more forcefully, "No!" She stood there in shock at his resistance, then looked at the man standing slightly behind her. This time there was more of a ring to her voice, and he found that he was moving towards the stage, even as his mind fought to stop the movement. He finally made it to the stage, and she released his mind, leaving him standing there breathless.
"I want a taste of you," she whispered so that only he could hear. He tried to back away, but he found that he could not move. He gasped as he felt warm lips come against his neck, then the sharpness of teeth poised over his skin. Heero closed his eyes, waiting for the sting that came along with being bittern, but it never came.
Standing almost on top of the blond girl was the braided vampire that had danced the first time he had been here. The boy had beautiful violet eyes, and he quickly found himself drowning in them, but it was not as if he was being entranced…he somehow knew that the other boy would not do that to him. The male vampire came to him,
"Our orders were for one of us to take blood from you," he whispered, his voice sounded like chimes tinkling in the wind on a summer day. "If we do not do as we are told then our master will punish us, and none of us want that to happen. Please let me take your blood, I swear I would not hurt you as Releena planned. I would do only as little as necessary…just keep in mind that you will not be leaving here till one of us has your blood." Heero winced, this was not a good situation, he once again looked at the braided vampire, and strangely, he knew that he could trust him.
"Yes," he said quietly, "But only you." The other boy nodded, and placed his lips against Heero's neck, placing gently kisses along his collar and lower neck. Then the vampire gently squeezed his should in warning, then bit down. At first all Heero registered was a sharp stinging pain, then the pain turned to pleasure as a blinding white light seemed to explode behind his eyes. Then all sensation left him as he collapsed unconscious to the ground.
When Heero woke, he found himself lying on a soft bed with a cool wet rag resting against his forehead.
"Where am I?" he choked out as he saw someone moving towards him. There was a soft chuckle,
"In one of the back rooms of Guilty Pleasures," came the gently voice. When Heero's vision finally cleared, he saw the braided vampire standing over him.
"Who are you?" Heero questioned.
"My name's Duo, and you are Heero, the executioner." Heero nodded at that, then brought his hand to his neck where he felt two puncture wounds. "I am sorry about that, but trust me you should be grateful that I did it and not Releena or one of the others, who knows what they would have done to you." Heero nodded his thanks, then slowly sat up,
"I should be going, thank you for you help…Duo," and with that Heero disappeared, leaving the vampire staring longingly after him,
"Anything for you…my angel."
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So what do y'all think so far, I am still not to sure about this. Please I need reviews, if I don't get at least five reviews I wont post the next chapter. =^.^=
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Heero finally made it home that night, absolutely exhausted…probably since he had not gotten a decent amount of sleep in what he knew to probably be years Oh well, he thought making his way into the bathroom and taking a nice looong shower. As he stood there letting the water wash down his strong body his thoughts traveled to the mysterious braided vampire. That was really strange, it felt like I have known him…and the strangest part about it was that I could not tell anything about him, not how long he had been dead, how powerful he was…and I did not even see him move away from me. He sighed again
"Only the really powerful vampires could hide themselves as well as he did" he whispered to himself before stepping from the warm shower to the cold, slick tiles of his bathroom.
The next day at about 4:15 he managed to make his way into his office, only to find a young woman sitting there. She was about average height with light brown hair that was done into tight buns on either side of her face, her tight blue business suit doing justice to her thin body.
"Hello," she greeted as he stepped through the door, "My name is Lady Une, your boss Rashiid said that you would speak to me." Sighing inwardly, and making himself promise not to wave death threats against his boss, (It would be bad for business) he sat down behind his desk, and faced the other woman.
"What brings you here?" he questioned, already knowing that he was going to have a throbbing headache by the end of the day.
"You know of the club Guilty Pleasures?" she said. Of coarse I know what it is…I was just there last night, and plus anyone who does not know what it is just plain damn stupid.
"Yes," he said, keeping his voice carefully neutral.
"Well," She started "One of the main strippers there has just suddenly disappeared, we have not found anything on how or when. He just disappeared, he is a vampire and he can not stay out during the day…so no one can figure out where he is unless he is dead."
"What is his name?" Heero questioned, trying to get over this as fast as he possibly could.
"Milliardo" she replied simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Milliardo…I have heard of him,
"Wasn't he one of the victims of the vampire murders three years ago?" he asked, truly becoming curious. Several years ago, there had been a series of three vampire murders, with only one surviving out of the four attacks.
"Actually yes, I am surprised you knew that, it was supposed to be kept quiet."
"Well I am technically aloud access to information like that," he said, as if it were the most unimportant thing in the world. She just nodded, letting that particular piece of information drop.
"Please, any help you could give us in locating him would be a wonderful help, and we are willing to pay you very well for any information." Heero nodded, "If you would speak to my master tonight at Guilty Pleasures?" He sighted, then nodded
"I can make no promised, but I will try." With that, he showed her to the door,
"Now if you will excuse me, I have other customer to attend to."
The next customer of the day, was a middle aged man named Christopher Andrews who wanted to raise he daughter that had been murdered three years ago from the dead. He had already been here several times, today he was just going to make the final payment and work out a time.
"It would be convenient if we could do this tonight…before I lose my nerve." The man said, and Heero sighed and nodded.
"I will meet you at 9:00 tonight at the cemetery." He sighed Wow, I get to raise the dead, go to a vampire Strip club, and meet with a master vampire…I definitely have a very interesting job
That night he slipped out of his apartment at 8:15, so that he would have plenty of time to get to the cemetery and set everything up for the ceremony for raising the dead. When he got there, he set a crate that held one chicken that was frantically flapping its wings as if it knew what was going to happen to it. He then he brought a machete knife that he used just for this, and finally a small jar of ointment that smelled strongly of cinnamon and other herbs. He looked up as a set of headlights flashed across the cemetery, and seconds later Andrews stepped out of the car. Heero nodded slightly to him,
"Are you ready?" he questioned. Andrews took a deep breath, then nodded.
Heero reached into the crate, grabbed the chicken around the neck, and in a swift stroke of the machete slit its throat. Blood pored out of the now dead chicken's neck, Heero not wasting any time began to walk a slow circle around the grave, letting the blood leave a crimson trail. Once the circle was complete, he lay the carcass of the chicken inside it with the machete lying beside it; he then smeared some of the blood from the circle, on the writing of the tombstone. The girls name was Claire, and the blood that he smeared over the name made it look as if it were glowing, once the blood was smeared over the tombstone he quickly added the ointment before standing slowly up.
"Claire, Claire wake up. Claire come and join us." He chanted repeatedly, like a mantra. Suddenly the ground beneath their feet began to quake, then a hand appeared. It seemed to grasp for air before the other hand joined it, raised to the cool night air. Finally the entire body of a young girl with ghastly white skin and long blond hair that looked silvery from three years in the grave appeared. She looked confused, as if she was not sure what she could be doing alive, and to tell the truth she probably would not understand the concept of being alive…well partly…for a few more hours. One thing off my list for tonight, one then left to go, and to tell truth, I would rather raise a hundred more corpses from their graves tonight then go back to that damned strip club.
Not bothering to change from the black leather pants, and tight T- shirt Heero made his way to Guilty Pleasures, pulling his car into the parking lot to the building across the street. He slowly got out of the car, and walked towards the building, the blood red neon sign playing with the shadows. Wufei was once again standing at the top of the stairs, his black slanted eyes studying his every move.
"I am sorry to say that our master can not meet you tonight…problems have arisen, thought he does insist that you stay tonight and enjoy a free drink, and show." Heero sighed, knowing that it would be an insult if he refused the offer, and that would not be a wise thing to do until he knew more about this so called "Master".
Stepping inside Heero again gave up his cross and a knife that he had decided to take with him (His gun was in the car for emergencies). The girls that took his things flashed him a fanged smile, then placed a slip of paper in his hands so that he could redeem his things when he decided to leave. He once again took up one of the back tables that had a single blood red candle in its center casting shadowy lights across the room, mingling with the shadows from other candles. The room in itself smelled strongly of fear, anticipation, and blood, a combination that he definitely did not like much. The same man from the other night came out, this time wearing a blood red leather body suit that revealed more than Heero really wanted to see.
"Ladies and gentlemen," came his soft voice that seemed to caress the room as if it was completely in his control and maybe that is not that far from the truth. "I hope that you enjoy our show tonight, and I must warn you that this one is definitely something special." When he said that it seemed as if he was looking directly at Heero. The Japanese boy shivered as if the room had suddenly gone down ten degrees in temperature.
The first person on the stage was a tall muscular man with short- cropped black hair, he began to slowly move to the music. Heero watched closely, and he knew that they were pulling an illusion, and sure enough, he saw a young girl with honey blond hair glide up next to the other man. The Illusion vanished and the girl appeared in plane sight, and Heero knew that besides the vampires he was the only one that had any idea as to what happened, to anyone else the girl would have just appeared. The two moved in perfect synchronization their bodies moving and trembling to a pounding beat that seemed almost as if their beating hearts created it. As that song finally came to an end, it was replaced almost immediately by another slower song. The Two moved around the crowd, which was dead silent, as if they were in some sort of trance. People began once again cheering them on moments later, placing money into what clothes had remained on their bodies, When the woman finally got to his table the music had come to an end. She sat down across from him and smiled,
"You are sexy for someone that has the blood of my friends on his hands," she purred, leaning over and exposing more cleavage than he wanted to see in a lifetime. It was not that he considered himself gay, because he was not sure…he never really cared too much about dating around.
"Please go away," he hissed menacingly. The girl flinched as he brought his glare to her, carefully not meeting her eyes.
"But…" she said poutily.
"Go," he practically yelled at her, I really do not want to put up with this tonight…I don't even want to be in this fucking place. The girl carefully stood up and walked to the stage, when she got there she stood and face the audience, her right hand moving to clutch at the man she had danced with.
"Come here," She said, her voice sounding like silvery bells. Before her realized what he was doing, he was already to his feet. He closed his eyes, trying to block out her sweet voice.
"No," he said quietly, then more forcefully, "No!" She stood there in shock at his resistance, then looked at the man standing slightly behind her. This time there was more of a ring to her voice, and he found that he was moving towards the stage, even as his mind fought to stop the movement. He finally made it to the stage, and she released his mind, leaving him standing there breathless.
"I want a taste of you," she whispered so that only he could hear. He tried to back away, but he found that he could not move. He gasped as he felt warm lips come against his neck, then the sharpness of teeth poised over his skin. Heero closed his eyes, waiting for the sting that came along with being bittern, but it never came.
Standing almost on top of the blond girl was the braided vampire that had danced the first time he had been here. The boy had beautiful violet eyes, and he quickly found himself drowning in them, but it was not as if he was being entranced…he somehow knew that the other boy would not do that to him. The male vampire came to him,
"Our orders were for one of us to take blood from you," he whispered, his voice sounded like chimes tinkling in the wind on a summer day. "If we do not do as we are told then our master will punish us, and none of us want that to happen. Please let me take your blood, I swear I would not hurt you as Releena planned. I would do only as little as necessary…just keep in mind that you will not be leaving here till one of us has your blood." Heero winced, this was not a good situation, he once again looked at the braided vampire, and strangely, he knew that he could trust him.
"Yes," he said quietly, "But only you." The other boy nodded, and placed his lips against Heero's neck, placing gently kisses along his collar and lower neck. Then the vampire gently squeezed his should in warning, then bit down. At first all Heero registered was a sharp stinging pain, then the pain turned to pleasure as a blinding white light seemed to explode behind his eyes. Then all sensation left him as he collapsed unconscious to the ground.
When Heero woke, he found himself lying on a soft bed with a cool wet rag resting against his forehead.
"Where am I?" he choked out as he saw someone moving towards him. There was a soft chuckle,
"In one of the back rooms of Guilty Pleasures," came the gently voice. When Heero's vision finally cleared, he saw the braided vampire standing over him.
"Who are you?" Heero questioned.
"My name's Duo, and you are Heero, the executioner." Heero nodded at that, then brought his hand to his neck where he felt two puncture wounds. "I am sorry about that, but trust me you should be grateful that I did it and not Releena or one of the others, who knows what they would have done to you." Heero nodded his thanks, then slowly sat up,
"I should be going, thank you for you help…Duo," and with that Heero disappeared, leaving the vampire staring longingly after him,
"Anything for you…my angel."
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So what do y'all think so far, I am still not to sure about this. Please I need reviews, if I don't get at least five reviews I wont post the next chapter. =^.^=