Chapter 6: Blood Tears
A loud "CRACK" penetrated the air around me.
I blinked, once and then once again. I was alive. Heero had missed, and on purpose.
He looked down at me, hands shaking and lowered his gun. He took his other hand and used it to wipe at the tears that had rolled down his face. In place of the tears there was now a large smudge of blood, and I looked down at his hand to find that it was dripping blood on the ground where a puddle had started to form.
I looked back up at him.
"What happened to you?" I asked, unconsciously starting to get up and walk towards him. Before I knew what I was doing, I licked my lips, the sweet smell of fresh blood filling my nostrils.
He took a small step back. A wave of confusion passed over his face, and I realized then that he was afraid, for the first time in Heero Yuy's life he was afraid, afraid of me.
In all of my days of knowing Heero, after all of the battles, the horrifying sights of innocent people dying at his hands, I had never known him to be afraid, and the fact that the cause of his first fear was me, broke me in half.
I turned from him, running quickly in the other direction. Turning down alley after alley, hiding in the shadows lurking in the darkness, where I belonged.
I finally stopped after a while, and realized that I was not breathing heavily at all. Big surprise. I had stopped in another alleyway; dumpsters sat cockeyed spewing garbage from them, overflowing out onto the ground.
I could hear a steady beat coming from somewhere down the street, probably from some nightclub. I put my head out around the corner and watch as young people filter into a very tacky club called 'la noir'. As I stood there watching them carry along with their mortal lives, I couldn't help but have the feeling of darkness peering, looking at me from around every corner.
Without thinking, I left town walking swiftly through the streets. Heading towards the far end of town that eventually led to "home".
I should leave, I thought, I should just go, and never look back. By this time Heero is probably back there already, telling them what I am. What sort of monster I have become. Going back there probably means my death, but I don't care, Heero hates me. I can't bear to live with that, especially if it means forever.
Looking down at the filth-ridden streets, listening to the sound of my boots hitting the pavement, it is all a wonder to me. I realize that I have never taken the time to just marvel, now, at the new world around me. Here I was a fresh vampire, yet I knew nothing of what I could do.
Reaching the outskirts of town, I threw myself into a run, trees blazing past me. Reaching a bend in the road, I jumped, out over the trees and into the forest. Looking up I could see the moon, huge and lumbering over me; the light it gave off was invigorating. Made me feel alive again. I was jumping and leaping, running over and under tree branches. Leaping from tree to tree.
Coming up close on the house, I jumped back down to the ground again, slowing to walk until I reached the tree line. Looking up at the house, I could see the few lights that were always kept on. I could see a slight blue glare, of Heero typing furiously away at his laptop. Was he not affected by what happened? This thought brought tears to my eyes. A single drop landed on my hand, and looking down at it, I realized that it was blood. I cried blood. No wonder Heero looked afraid of me. Only monsters cry blood.
Taking these thoughts and tossing them aside, I began to walk towards the house, but instead of using the front door, I decided to climb up to my window. Reaching the bottom of wall, right underneath my window. I jumped, reaching the sill, 2 stories above the ground. Grasping onto the small piece of wood, I pushed my window up, pulling myself up at the same time. Just then the wood cracked, and split. I started to fall, but using my hands to hold on, my feet fell back outside, smashing against the side of the house, causing a loud racket.
I pulled myself up quickly then, I could hear noises outside my door, an attempted pull on the knob.
"Duo?" It was Heero. I stopped dead in my tracks, attempting to make no sound; I wanted to stay hidden as long as possible. Have a little peace before I had to face their judging eyes. Why would he be here now?
"Duo, I know that you are in there, please open the door," Heero's voice had gone to a harsh command, as if I had done some other annoying baka thing again.
Turning away from the window, I started to walk towards the door, taking my coat off and setting it on the bed. Getting to the door, I grasped the knob, hesitating I opened it. Looking down at the floor, I unlocked the door and stood there waiting for him to open it.
When he did finally open the door, all I could see was the typical yellow sneakers, faded blue jeans, and looking further up I could see that his hand was still dripping blood. Letting out a gasp, I quizzically looked up at his face, and let out another gasp.
I had never seen that look on his face before; it was a strange kind of dreamy look, mixed with a harsh look of pain and sadness. Looking up into his eyes, they seemed to swirl with these emotions, causing ripples of color to dance along with the natural prussian blue.
Just then, he seemed to sway, and his eyes took on a glazed dizzy look as he started to fall, right into my arms. Reaching forward I caught him, just as he was about to hit the ground. He fainted, and I should have realized earlier that the great loss of blood, would eventually be too much, even for the perfect soldier.
A loud "CRACK" penetrated the air around me.
I blinked, once and then once again. I was alive. Heero had missed, and on purpose.
He looked down at me, hands shaking and lowered his gun. He took his other hand and used it to wipe at the tears that had rolled down his face. In place of the tears there was now a large smudge of blood, and I looked down at his hand to find that it was dripping blood on the ground where a puddle had started to form.
I looked back up at him.
"What happened to you?" I asked, unconsciously starting to get up and walk towards him. Before I knew what I was doing, I licked my lips, the sweet smell of fresh blood filling my nostrils.
He took a small step back. A wave of confusion passed over his face, and I realized then that he was afraid, for the first time in Heero Yuy's life he was afraid, afraid of me.
In all of my days of knowing Heero, after all of the battles, the horrifying sights of innocent people dying at his hands, I had never known him to be afraid, and the fact that the cause of his first fear was me, broke me in half.
I turned from him, running quickly in the other direction. Turning down alley after alley, hiding in the shadows lurking in the darkness, where I belonged.
I finally stopped after a while, and realized that I was not breathing heavily at all. Big surprise. I had stopped in another alleyway; dumpsters sat cockeyed spewing garbage from them, overflowing out onto the ground.
I could hear a steady beat coming from somewhere down the street, probably from some nightclub. I put my head out around the corner and watch as young people filter into a very tacky club called 'la noir'. As I stood there watching them carry along with their mortal lives, I couldn't help but have the feeling of darkness peering, looking at me from around every corner.
Without thinking, I left town walking swiftly through the streets. Heading towards the far end of town that eventually led to "home".
I should leave, I thought, I should just go, and never look back. By this time Heero is probably back there already, telling them what I am. What sort of monster I have become. Going back there probably means my death, but I don't care, Heero hates me. I can't bear to live with that, especially if it means forever.
Looking down at the filth-ridden streets, listening to the sound of my boots hitting the pavement, it is all a wonder to me. I realize that I have never taken the time to just marvel, now, at the new world around me. Here I was a fresh vampire, yet I knew nothing of what I could do.
Reaching the outskirts of town, I threw myself into a run, trees blazing past me. Reaching a bend in the road, I jumped, out over the trees and into the forest. Looking up I could see the moon, huge and lumbering over me; the light it gave off was invigorating. Made me feel alive again. I was jumping and leaping, running over and under tree branches. Leaping from tree to tree.
Coming up close on the house, I jumped back down to the ground again, slowing to walk until I reached the tree line. Looking up at the house, I could see the few lights that were always kept on. I could see a slight blue glare, of Heero typing furiously away at his laptop. Was he not affected by what happened? This thought brought tears to my eyes. A single drop landed on my hand, and looking down at it, I realized that it was blood. I cried blood. No wonder Heero looked afraid of me. Only monsters cry blood.
Taking these thoughts and tossing them aside, I began to walk towards the house, but instead of using the front door, I decided to climb up to my window. Reaching the bottom of wall, right underneath my window. I jumped, reaching the sill, 2 stories above the ground. Grasping onto the small piece of wood, I pushed my window up, pulling myself up at the same time. Just then the wood cracked, and split. I started to fall, but using my hands to hold on, my feet fell back outside, smashing against the side of the house, causing a loud racket.
I pulled myself up quickly then, I could hear noises outside my door, an attempted pull on the knob.
"Duo?" It was Heero. I stopped dead in my tracks, attempting to make no sound; I wanted to stay hidden as long as possible. Have a little peace before I had to face their judging eyes. Why would he be here now?
"Duo, I know that you are in there, please open the door," Heero's voice had gone to a harsh command, as if I had done some other annoying baka thing again.
Turning away from the window, I started to walk towards the door, taking my coat off and setting it on the bed. Getting to the door, I grasped the knob, hesitating I opened it. Looking down at the floor, I unlocked the door and stood there waiting for him to open it.
When he did finally open the door, all I could see was the typical yellow sneakers, faded blue jeans, and looking further up I could see that his hand was still dripping blood. Letting out a gasp, I quizzically looked up at his face, and let out another gasp.
I had never seen that look on his face before; it was a strange kind of dreamy look, mixed with a harsh look of pain and sadness. Looking up into his eyes, they seemed to swirl with these emotions, causing ripples of color to dance along with the natural prussian blue.
Just then, he seemed to sway, and his eyes took on a glazed dizzy look as he started to fall, right into my arms. Reaching forward I caught him, just as he was about to hit the ground. He fainted, and I should have realized earlier that the great loss of blood, would eventually be too much, even for the perfect soldier.