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Chapter 9 : Sorrowful Bliss
It's so warm all around me. I've not been this happy in a long time. I can feel the warmth of Heero's arms wrapped around my waist, and I sigh. This is sheer bliss.
I carefully push his arm to the side, so as not to wake the sleeping angel that lay beside me. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stretch, arching my back like a lazy cat, who just had his fill of warm milk.
Looking over at the clock I realize that it's already nine in the morning. I wince realizing that Heero will probably kick my ass for keeping him up this late in the morning. With that thought in mind I get up, heading for the door. I pause, bending over to scoop my boxers from up off the floor. Adorning these, I pause over the bed, brushing my lips lightly over Heero's forehead in an almost chaste kiss. Feeling my lips on his forehead, he grumbled cutely in his sleep, and with a small smile on his face, he turned over snuggling deeper into the covers.
Smiling softly myself, I walk out into the hall latching the door quietly behind me.
* * *
His lips pressed lightly to my forehead was what woke me up. Just to humor him I sighed and pressed myself further into the covers. Hearing the door shut, I looked up at the clock. Seeing what time it really was, I probably should have been angry at him for letting me sleep this long. God knows it's his fault for keeping me up that late, and making me this tired. I just couldn't stay angry with him.
Smiling at this I lay back down, lacing my fingers behind my head. I looked up at the ceiling and could make out patterns of faces. Smiling gently to myself, I continued to do so until I could finally feel my eyes start to flutter shut.
Lost in my own thoughts, I was reluctant to hear the tall blonde figure sneak into the room. All thoughts were silenced as a cold hand was abruptly slapped over my mouth. My eyes widened as I looked up, The infamous Milliardo Peacecraft was standing above me with his hand pressed over my mouth. I tried to scream, but it was stiffled by his hand.
He brought a single finger up to his mouth in silencing motion.
"Shhhh... My friend, we wouldn't want to spoil the surprise." He grinned down at me.
"It looks like my child has been extremely busy."
I could not believe that the bastard actually caught me off guard. Of courser this was Duo's fault too. Keeping me distracted like that. I could feel that hot wetness of my rage form behind my eyes. I threw his the best glare that I could surmise.
He just laughed.
" He's mine, you know, I will never let him be with any other."
With his other hand he began to trace lines in my flesh, from the bottom of my chin to my collar bone. His nails left little lines of blood that, in all my experience with pain, really didn't hurt at all.
Bending his face down to mine, he kissed me. It was a demanding kiss. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, demanding that I open to him. I didn't, instead I bit down as hard as I could, causing blood to flow into my mouth.
I gagged trying to get the intruding stuff out. He closed his hand over my mouth again, only this time snarling at me. I could see his fangs clearly this time, as if they had been retracted inside, and they only came out at moments of anger or hunger. His eyes flared blue, and for the first time, I began to fear for my life.
" Bastard." He spat.
Yanking my head backwards, he exposed my neck.
I lay there fearing the inevitable.Then his fangs came down and he dug them deep into my flesh. My whole world became of pain. Just pain. I could feel my blood being pulled out of my body, and god it hurt. After only seconds of this agony, my eyes rolled into the back in my head, and the blissful darkness of Unconsciousness took over.
* * *
I was downstairs, when I heard the noise. It was glass shattering. I immediatly dropped the breakfast tray that I had been preparing with a breath of wind and a very startled Quatre left sitting at the table. I was up the stairs and in Heero's Bedroom in seconds.
I could smell HIM on the air.
There was a small amount of glass on the floor. Then looking outside I noticed the majority of the glass there. Someone had broken out, Why? Taking another not-so-panicked look around the room. I noticed the bed was devoid of life, as before, but in the place of Heero, there was a pool of blood, and a folded piece of Paper. By that time Quatre had called everyone else, and they all stood dumbstruck on the other side of the room.
I mean, not many people could catch Heero Yuy unawares, and then kidnap him at the same time. Only one 'man' could have done this. Walking over to the bed, I stuck my finger into the slightly cool substance, bringing it to my mouth.
It was Heero's blood, and with it I could taste all of his disgust, fear, anger and sadness. Wiping the offending finger off on my shorts, I reached down for the note. Unfolding it, I began to read.
*child;
Be at this location withing two hours of finding this note, or he will come to a very slow painful death.
If you do not come alone, I will kill him. We wouldn't want anyone else you care about to die, ne?
Eternally,*
The rest of the note had been smudged out by the blood it had been laying in. But a second page had included a small map, showing the location that he had set for our meeting. I handed this page to Trowa.
"Do you know what this is?" I asked him.
He made a small thinking noise and then proceded to study the map intently.
"Yes, I do. It's a small club, on the waterfront. Very exclusive. Very Members Only."
"Hn," I walked over the where my clothes were strewn about the floor, picking them up as I went. Getting quite a few surprised and questioning looks while I did so. Finishing putting my clothes on, I had to lift the covers to the bed to find the tie that held my hair, and then braid it.
While I was braiding my hair, the others were murmering among themselves, trying to surmise what had happened.
"What is going on, Duo?" Quatre finally spoke up.
"Well Quatre, I don't exactly..." I was interupted by Trowa.
"I want to talk to you, alone." He said.
Finishing my braid I flipped it over my shoulder nodding as I motioned WuFei and Quatre out the door. Quatre began to protest, but was silenced by WuFei and shoved out the door.
As the door shut, I turned to Trowa.
"What do you want to discuss."
"My Past."
"I thought that we knew all there was to know about your past, Tro? Or do we?"
"Not, exactly." He replied, and as he did so I could feel his mind opening to me for the first time. I read his thoughts then, as if they were the pages of a book.
His memories were scattered about, and fuzzy, But I could understand them easily enough. I could see him as a young man, his face bloody, covered in cuts and bruises. I could see his parents laying on the floor, dead. The man who was beating him, wasn't really a man at all. He was what I am. The maniacal laughter ringing in Trowa's ears, as the vampire gauged his neck with his teeth, draining him of blood. Tears of pain beaded in the corner of his eyes, just to gather there and stream down his face.
This vision faded, only to be replaced by a new one. Trowa years later, screaming in agony as his arm was twisted painfully behind his back and then the bones gave way with a sickening crack. In all of his pain and fury, he twisted out of it's grasp, pushing him out of the drapery covered window. It landed with a disgusting plop.
I shuddered at this next vision. Trowa standing above the still body, bringing his long knife down in a swift motion, removing it's head. This one fading to the next, I got a glimpse of Trowa and his accepting of Operation Meteor.
Then he stood there taking the name of another, to cover his own sins and to find the one that had taken away his life, so many years ago. He had suspected for some time that someone deep within OZ, was a vampire Trowa, vowing to kill it.
His thoughts faded out of my mind, just as quickly as they had found themselves there. I understood now. I understood why, why I could not 'read' his thoughts that first time that I tried to. I understood the great sadness that was a weight in his heart though none of us could ever figure out what it was. There was only one thing that I could not understand.
"Why, if you hate what I am so much, didn't you kill me?"
"I don't know, I just couldn't. There were times when I was going to, but I realized that before all of this happened you were my friend, and no more a monster than I. A few days could never change that." He replied.
"Trowa... Thanks." With that I went to the window sill, jumping down to the ground, then running as fast as I could.
Chapter 9 : Sorrowful Bliss
It's so warm all around me. I've not been this happy in a long time. I can feel the warmth of Heero's arms wrapped around my waist, and I sigh. This is sheer bliss.
I carefully push his arm to the side, so as not to wake the sleeping angel that lay beside me. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stretch, arching my back like a lazy cat, who just had his fill of warm milk.
Looking over at the clock I realize that it's already nine in the morning. I wince realizing that Heero will probably kick my ass for keeping him up this late in the morning. With that thought in mind I get up, heading for the door. I pause, bending over to scoop my boxers from up off the floor. Adorning these, I pause over the bed, brushing my lips lightly over Heero's forehead in an almost chaste kiss. Feeling my lips on his forehead, he grumbled cutely in his sleep, and with a small smile on his face, he turned over snuggling deeper into the covers.
Smiling softly myself, I walk out into the hall latching the door quietly behind me.
* * *
His lips pressed lightly to my forehead was what woke me up. Just to humor him I sighed and pressed myself further into the covers. Hearing the door shut, I looked up at the clock. Seeing what time it really was, I probably should have been angry at him for letting me sleep this long. God knows it's his fault for keeping me up that late, and making me this tired. I just couldn't stay angry with him.
Smiling at this I lay back down, lacing my fingers behind my head. I looked up at the ceiling and could make out patterns of faces. Smiling gently to myself, I continued to do so until I could finally feel my eyes start to flutter shut.
Lost in my own thoughts, I was reluctant to hear the tall blonde figure sneak into the room. All thoughts were silenced as a cold hand was abruptly slapped over my mouth. My eyes widened as I looked up, The infamous Milliardo Peacecraft was standing above me with his hand pressed over my mouth. I tried to scream, but it was stiffled by his hand.
He brought a single finger up to his mouth in silencing motion.
"Shhhh... My friend, we wouldn't want to spoil the surprise." He grinned down at me.
"It looks like my child has been extremely busy."
I could not believe that the bastard actually caught me off guard. Of courser this was Duo's fault too. Keeping me distracted like that. I could feel that hot wetness of my rage form behind my eyes. I threw his the best glare that I could surmise.
He just laughed.
" He's mine, you know, I will never let him be with any other."
With his other hand he began to trace lines in my flesh, from the bottom of my chin to my collar bone. His nails left little lines of blood that, in all my experience with pain, really didn't hurt at all.
Bending his face down to mine, he kissed me. It was a demanding kiss. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, demanding that I open to him. I didn't, instead I bit down as hard as I could, causing blood to flow into my mouth.
I gagged trying to get the intruding stuff out. He closed his hand over my mouth again, only this time snarling at me. I could see his fangs clearly this time, as if they had been retracted inside, and they only came out at moments of anger or hunger. His eyes flared blue, and for the first time, I began to fear for my life.
" Bastard." He spat.
Yanking my head backwards, he exposed my neck.
I lay there fearing the inevitable.Then his fangs came down and he dug them deep into my flesh. My whole world became of pain. Just pain. I could feel my blood being pulled out of my body, and god it hurt. After only seconds of this agony, my eyes rolled into the back in my head, and the blissful darkness of Unconsciousness took over.
* * *
I was downstairs, when I heard the noise. It was glass shattering. I immediatly dropped the breakfast tray that I had been preparing with a breath of wind and a very startled Quatre left sitting at the table. I was up the stairs and in Heero's Bedroom in seconds.
I could smell HIM on the air.
There was a small amount of glass on the floor. Then looking outside I noticed the majority of the glass there. Someone had broken out, Why? Taking another not-so-panicked look around the room. I noticed the bed was devoid of life, as before, but in the place of Heero, there was a pool of blood, and a folded piece of Paper. By that time Quatre had called everyone else, and they all stood dumbstruck on the other side of the room.
I mean, not many people could catch Heero Yuy unawares, and then kidnap him at the same time. Only one 'man' could have done this. Walking over to the bed, I stuck my finger into the slightly cool substance, bringing it to my mouth.
It was Heero's blood, and with it I could taste all of his disgust, fear, anger and sadness. Wiping the offending finger off on my shorts, I reached down for the note. Unfolding it, I began to read.
*child;
Be at this location withing two hours of finding this note, or he will come to a very slow painful death.
If you do not come alone, I will kill him. We wouldn't want anyone else you care about to die, ne?
Eternally,*
The rest of the note had been smudged out by the blood it had been laying in. But a second page had included a small map, showing the location that he had set for our meeting. I handed this page to Trowa.
"Do you know what this is?" I asked him.
He made a small thinking noise and then proceded to study the map intently.
"Yes, I do. It's a small club, on the waterfront. Very exclusive. Very Members Only."
"Hn," I walked over the where my clothes were strewn about the floor, picking them up as I went. Getting quite a few surprised and questioning looks while I did so. Finishing putting my clothes on, I had to lift the covers to the bed to find the tie that held my hair, and then braid it.
While I was braiding my hair, the others were murmering among themselves, trying to surmise what had happened.
"What is going on, Duo?" Quatre finally spoke up.
"Well Quatre, I don't exactly..." I was interupted by Trowa.
"I want to talk to you, alone." He said.
Finishing my braid I flipped it over my shoulder nodding as I motioned WuFei and Quatre out the door. Quatre began to protest, but was silenced by WuFei and shoved out the door.
As the door shut, I turned to Trowa.
"What do you want to discuss."
"My Past."
"I thought that we knew all there was to know about your past, Tro? Or do we?"
"Not, exactly." He replied, and as he did so I could feel his mind opening to me for the first time. I read his thoughts then, as if they were the pages of a book.
His memories were scattered about, and fuzzy, But I could understand them easily enough. I could see him as a young man, his face bloody, covered in cuts and bruises. I could see his parents laying on the floor, dead. The man who was beating him, wasn't really a man at all. He was what I am. The maniacal laughter ringing in Trowa's ears, as the vampire gauged his neck with his teeth, draining him of blood. Tears of pain beaded in the corner of his eyes, just to gather there and stream down his face.
This vision faded, only to be replaced by a new one. Trowa years later, screaming in agony as his arm was twisted painfully behind his back and then the bones gave way with a sickening crack. In all of his pain and fury, he twisted out of it's grasp, pushing him out of the drapery covered window. It landed with a disgusting plop.
I shuddered at this next vision. Trowa standing above the still body, bringing his long knife down in a swift motion, removing it's head. This one fading to the next, I got a glimpse of Trowa and his accepting of Operation Meteor.
Then he stood there taking the name of another, to cover his own sins and to find the one that had taken away his life, so many years ago. He had suspected for some time that someone deep within OZ, was a vampire Trowa, vowing to kill it.
His thoughts faded out of my mind, just as quickly as they had found themselves there. I understood now. I understood why, why I could not 'read' his thoughts that first time that I tried to. I understood the great sadness that was a weight in his heart though none of us could ever figure out what it was. There was only one thing that I could not understand.
"Why, if you hate what I am so much, didn't you kill me?"
"I don't know, I just couldn't. There were times when I was going to, but I realized that before all of this happened you were my friend, and no more a monster than I. A few days could never change that." He replied.
"Trowa... Thanks." With that I went to the window sill, jumping down to the ground, then running as fast as I could.