I am really sorry to everyone that it has taken so long to get this chapter
out…I just finished exams. Then I lost the disk that had this story on it,
and I had to rewrite this chapter. I promise that it will not take me this
long next time, and I hope that everyone enjoys, and once again I am verrry
sorry that this has taken so long. =^.^=
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Heero watched Wufei and Treize kiss for a few seconds more before walking around the room, looking for something…anything. He could not figure out what exactly was wrong, it felt like a tightness in his chest, the same feeling he got when he was around someone or something very powerful. He closed his eyes for a moment trying to find the source of the feeling, and when he opened his eyes, he was standing in front of a long winding staircase. He started to take a step up, then stopped as he remembered Wufei saying something about not leaving this room. However, his curiosity got the best of him. He had made it about half way up the stairs when he first smelled it, it was a smell that he knew that he would never forget and that he could never confuse with anything else…the smell of rotting flesh. He stopped only long enough to bring his gun that he had made sure to bring with him(1), before once again starting up the stairs. When he finally reached the top he stopped and looked up and down the long hallway. There were several doors on both sides of the hall, and all of them were closed, some of them echoing strange sounds. He started at the far end of the hallway, looking for the source of magic, and finally stopped in front of a wooden door that had intricate markings covering the dark mahogany surface. He carefully opened the door; his gun poised in front of him in case whoever was behind that door was not friendly. Once he was sure that the room was deserted he stepped inside, and narrowed his eyes dangerously at what he saw. The floor was wooden, and intricate chalk markings had been made on the floor that created a path that led forward to an altar. About a foot in front of the alter the path branched of into two directions, and at the end of each path was a dead body, blood pooling around each figure making it all look somehow surreal. The body on the right was female, with short black hair that framed a pale face. While the body on the left was male, with curly cherry blond hair that did not seem to match his muscular body. Heero walked to the female body first, careful not to disturb the chalk markings, and knelt beside her. Her neck had be slit open, and looking at it he knew it had been done by someone who knew what they were doing. He quickly checked her body over for anything else out of the ordinary, before walking over to the male's body and kneeling before the still corpse. His neck had been similarly sliced open, however it looked to have been done by a different weapon…Interesting he thought, searching the body more thoroughly. When he found something that had not been on the female… a griss griss, made of black and purple thread, and what looked to be human flesh. He quickly untied the thing, and as he stood up he head the sound of a door opening. He quickly looked towards the door that he had come through, but it was still closed and he knew that the sound had not come from there.
"So, you are the executioner" a slithery voice said from behind him, "I did not expect you to be so pretty." Heero twirled around to face a man with long silvery hair that fell around his face like a wave, making Heero want to reach out and touch it. He quickly shook his head when he realized what he was thinking.
"Stop using your damned mind tricks" he hissed.
"And how would you plan to stop me," The man said, his voice creeping over Heero's skin like a gently caress.
"Go to hell."
"Tsk Tsk, You should learn some respect boy." The blond hissed. Suddenly Heero felt the air stir and a gently breeze brush over his body. The blond man had appeared in front of him, his hand outstretched. Heero had backed away, just out of the others reach; his gun now pointed ahead of him in a steady grip.
"Very good for a vampire, but I do not think you mind tricks will save you from getting shot."
"I thought the executioner would know that a gun can do us no harm,"
"Silver plated bullets can, plus I was not planning on killing you," Heero said, pulling the trigger. The vampire hissed in pain,
"I will kill you," and with that, the blond vampire disappeared in a rush of wind. Heero breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly backed out of the room. He placed his gun back where he kept it hidden, though he carefully made it so that he could draw it if he needed to. When he got downstairs he looked for Wufei, and found him sitting in the Treize's lap.
"We need to go," he said, glaring at the Chinese vampire. Wufei sighed,
"I will join you outside in a moment, I have to take care of our information…that is if you still want it. Heero sighed, and with a slight nod to Wufei he stalked out the door into the blessedly cool night air. He stood there for several moments, motionless, just content to stand there and listen to the sounds of the night. Suddenly he was thrown against a nearby tree by some by what felt to almost be an invisible hand. He slowly slid to the ground upon impact his head falling forward.
"I am going to kill you, or better yet make you one of us…one of the monster" a cold voice whispered from nowhere and everywhere at once. The next thing Heero was aware of was two small dagger-like points pressed against his neck.
"Leave him alone," a new voice said from the darkness.
"And what do you think you can do to stop me my angel," after those words were said there was silence, utter and complete silence. Once the dizziness had disappeared to a dull throb Heero slowly looked up to find the blond vampire shaking with strain. Then with a loud hiss of anger he was gone.
"Are you alright" someone whispered near the Japanese boy's ear. He turned to find himself looking into beautiful violet eyes. He quickly looked away when he realized what he was doing…Rule number one when dealing with vampires, never look them directly in the eyes.
"I…I think s…" and that was all Heero managed before darkness claimed him.
When Heero woke up, he found himself lying on a large canopy bed covered with dark purple sheets and a violet sheer curtain hanging around him blocking his view of the rest of the room. He carefully sat up, then blushed when he realized that he was naked.
"So you are finally awake," a silky voice said to his right. Heero turned, though he kept his hand across his lap, making sure the sheet did not fall too low.
"Who are you?" he choked out through parched lips. There was a slight ruffle of curtains and the braided vampire that had helped him before, stepped into view.
"I was beginning to wonder when you would wake up," the vampire said.
"How long have I been out?"
"About two days…I am not sure what Zechs did to you, but you were very sick…and" a strange look came across the vampires face.
"And what?" he questioned, becoming slightly nervous at the fact that the vampire seemed upset about something.
"You would have died," Duo said, as if it explained everything.
"Just spit it out," Heero hissed, becoming impatient.
"I gave you the first mark…the first step in making you my human servant."
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Am I the only one that wonders where Heero stores his gun…hello, anybody?
So, what does everyone think…this was as close as I could get it to the original version, and I hope that it was not terrible. As always feedback is welcomed and encouraged =^.^=
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Heero watched Wufei and Treize kiss for a few seconds more before walking around the room, looking for something…anything. He could not figure out what exactly was wrong, it felt like a tightness in his chest, the same feeling he got when he was around someone or something very powerful. He closed his eyes for a moment trying to find the source of the feeling, and when he opened his eyes, he was standing in front of a long winding staircase. He started to take a step up, then stopped as he remembered Wufei saying something about not leaving this room. However, his curiosity got the best of him. He had made it about half way up the stairs when he first smelled it, it was a smell that he knew that he would never forget and that he could never confuse with anything else…the smell of rotting flesh. He stopped only long enough to bring his gun that he had made sure to bring with him(1), before once again starting up the stairs. When he finally reached the top he stopped and looked up and down the long hallway. There were several doors on both sides of the hall, and all of them were closed, some of them echoing strange sounds. He started at the far end of the hallway, looking for the source of magic, and finally stopped in front of a wooden door that had intricate markings covering the dark mahogany surface. He carefully opened the door; his gun poised in front of him in case whoever was behind that door was not friendly. Once he was sure that the room was deserted he stepped inside, and narrowed his eyes dangerously at what he saw. The floor was wooden, and intricate chalk markings had been made on the floor that created a path that led forward to an altar. About a foot in front of the alter the path branched of into two directions, and at the end of each path was a dead body, blood pooling around each figure making it all look somehow surreal. The body on the right was female, with short black hair that framed a pale face. While the body on the left was male, with curly cherry blond hair that did not seem to match his muscular body. Heero walked to the female body first, careful not to disturb the chalk markings, and knelt beside her. Her neck had be slit open, and looking at it he knew it had been done by someone who knew what they were doing. He quickly checked her body over for anything else out of the ordinary, before walking over to the male's body and kneeling before the still corpse. His neck had been similarly sliced open, however it looked to have been done by a different weapon…Interesting he thought, searching the body more thoroughly. When he found something that had not been on the female… a griss griss, made of black and purple thread, and what looked to be human flesh. He quickly untied the thing, and as he stood up he head the sound of a door opening. He quickly looked towards the door that he had come through, but it was still closed and he knew that the sound had not come from there.
"So, you are the executioner" a slithery voice said from behind him, "I did not expect you to be so pretty." Heero twirled around to face a man with long silvery hair that fell around his face like a wave, making Heero want to reach out and touch it. He quickly shook his head when he realized what he was thinking.
"Stop using your damned mind tricks" he hissed.
"And how would you plan to stop me," The man said, his voice creeping over Heero's skin like a gently caress.
"Go to hell."
"Tsk Tsk, You should learn some respect boy." The blond hissed. Suddenly Heero felt the air stir and a gently breeze brush over his body. The blond man had appeared in front of him, his hand outstretched. Heero had backed away, just out of the others reach; his gun now pointed ahead of him in a steady grip.
"Very good for a vampire, but I do not think you mind tricks will save you from getting shot."
"I thought the executioner would know that a gun can do us no harm,"
"Silver plated bullets can, plus I was not planning on killing you," Heero said, pulling the trigger. The vampire hissed in pain,
"I will kill you," and with that, the blond vampire disappeared in a rush of wind. Heero breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly backed out of the room. He placed his gun back where he kept it hidden, though he carefully made it so that he could draw it if he needed to. When he got downstairs he looked for Wufei, and found him sitting in the Treize's lap.
"We need to go," he said, glaring at the Chinese vampire. Wufei sighed,
"I will join you outside in a moment, I have to take care of our information…that is if you still want it. Heero sighed, and with a slight nod to Wufei he stalked out the door into the blessedly cool night air. He stood there for several moments, motionless, just content to stand there and listen to the sounds of the night. Suddenly he was thrown against a nearby tree by some by what felt to almost be an invisible hand. He slowly slid to the ground upon impact his head falling forward.
"I am going to kill you, or better yet make you one of us…one of the monster" a cold voice whispered from nowhere and everywhere at once. The next thing Heero was aware of was two small dagger-like points pressed against his neck.
"Leave him alone," a new voice said from the darkness.
"And what do you think you can do to stop me my angel," after those words were said there was silence, utter and complete silence. Once the dizziness had disappeared to a dull throb Heero slowly looked up to find the blond vampire shaking with strain. Then with a loud hiss of anger he was gone.
"Are you alright" someone whispered near the Japanese boy's ear. He turned to find himself looking into beautiful violet eyes. He quickly looked away when he realized what he was doing…Rule number one when dealing with vampires, never look them directly in the eyes.
"I…I think s…" and that was all Heero managed before darkness claimed him.
When Heero woke up, he found himself lying on a large canopy bed covered with dark purple sheets and a violet sheer curtain hanging around him blocking his view of the rest of the room. He carefully sat up, then blushed when he realized that he was naked.
"So you are finally awake," a silky voice said to his right. Heero turned, though he kept his hand across his lap, making sure the sheet did not fall too low.
"Who are you?" he choked out through parched lips. There was a slight ruffle of curtains and the braided vampire that had helped him before, stepped into view.
"I was beginning to wonder when you would wake up," the vampire said.
"How long have I been out?"
"About two days…I am not sure what Zechs did to you, but you were very sick…and" a strange look came across the vampires face.
"And what?" he questioned, becoming slightly nervous at the fact that the vampire seemed upset about something.
"You would have died," Duo said, as if it explained everything.
"Just spit it out," Heero hissed, becoming impatient.
"I gave you the first mark…the first step in making you my human servant."
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Am I the only one that wonders where Heero stores his gun…hello, anybody?
So, what does everyone think…this was as close as I could get it to the original version, and I hope that it was not terrible. As always feedback is welcomed and encouraged =^.^=