Note: Aww! You guys rule soo much! Thanks sooo much for reviewing! (Since
I'm too lazy to check who were my old reviewers and who were my new ones,
I'll just thank you all!) Thanks to Princess Pearliest, SailorGoth, Suzume
Tori, rotten wood (well, you've gotta read to find out, and I STILL don't
get those 1x2 and 1+2 things, I do get the 1 means Heero and the 2 means
Duo but, what about the x and +? Argh, don't mind me, I'm ranting!), Emily,
ShinigamiYuy, Linael Star (Duh, why haven't you been on the comp these
days?!), Phoenix Storms (thanks for the encouragement!), and G'Vola (I
would put the lyrics in the middle but I sorta need em to separate the
paragraphs, and thanks for the advice!) Thanks you guys soo much for the
encouragement! *glomps everyone* Darn-I still gotta find out what glomps
means!
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The mouths of the envious,
Always find another door
While at the gates of paradise,
They beat us down some more
But our mission is set in stone
Cause the writing's on the wall.
I'll scream it from the mountain tops,
Pride comes before the fall.
As Duo drifted off to sleep, a figure stood beneath his window, looking upward, into the night sky. [So, Heero has a new pet, eh? I wonder how long this one'll last.] The hunter glanced up once again at the window above, before muttering a spell and floating up to the window. Looking inside the window he made out the form of a sleeping Duo, snoring gently. Taking a glance at the sleeping boy's face, the hunter's eyes seemed to soften slightly, [He made a wise choice, the human certainly is beautiful. But, then again, so were all his other victims, so beautiful and angelic-like Quatre.]
Even the mere mention of that name triggered memories-kind smiles, soft kisses-NO! He didn't want to remember anymore, it would only distract him from his job today. [You will pay, Heero.] Floating down onto the cobblestone road, he tracked for the vampire's aura; Heero's aura had always set him apart from other vampires, theirs were usually dark in color and tone, ranging from black to a murky grayish. Yet Heero's had been golden colored and whitish, surrounding his body like the glow of an angel, [But angels aren't cold-angels don't kill.] Trowa gave one last glance at the large house, saying a prayer for the boy sleeping within it, before setting off to track Heero.
So many thoughts to share,
All this energy to give.
Unlike those who hide the truth,
I tell it like it is.
If the truth will set you free,
I feel sorry for your soul.
Can't you hear the ringing?
Cause for you the bell tolls.
Heero knew someone was following him. Ever since his last feeding, when his vampire senses were heightened, he had sensed the aura of a vampire hunter stalking him, he would have turned around and killed the man immediately, but this aura had a familiar sense to it.
Finally, when Heero had finished with his last meal, he turned around and said calmly to the darkness. "You can come out now." There was a snicker and a bright flash of light illuminated the forgotten alley, revealing a brown haired man with brilliant green eyes. "Heero." The man greeted him. "Trowa." Heero gave the man a cold glare, one that would have sent a lesser man running. Trowa returned Heero's glare with one of his own, "I'd have thought you'd have forgotten me." "How could I forget the man who almost killed me." Trowa waved his hand, "You flatter me." "Why are you here?" "Got straight to the point didn't you? Then again, you were always like that; straight-forward, strong, bold-and heartless." "Why are you here?" The question was repeated with more force then before, the vampire's eyes flashing a dangerous red.
I'm just a freedom fighter,
No remorse.
Raging on in a holy war
Soon there'll come a day
When you're face to face with me.
Face to face with me.
"To finish what I started." With that Trowa muttered a fast and quiet spell, sending 5 lightning fast arrows that flew straight toward Heero's heart.
Only Heero's fast reflexes saved him from his death; dodging all 5 of the arrows he eyed Trowa expectantly. "I'd have thought the world's greatest vampire hunter would have something a little more lethal then that." Heero mocked. Trowa gave him a slow grin that held nothing but hate, "I see you're as sharp as ever-and as charming." Heero gave a laugh at this comment, a bitter sound that echoed through the empty streets. "Still mourning your little angel." Trowa gave a growl and threw himself at the laughing Heero; he landed on empty air as the vampire disappeared, leaving only a mocking laugh that echoed back and forth through the walls.
As Trowa laid there on the ground, listening to the mocking echo; he realized that after a while, it seemed to change, the bitter, empty laugh turned into a scream of pain-the wail of the dead, calling out for revenge.
Heero glanced back at the lone figure, lying in the middle of the alley. For a moment, he allowed himself to feel some remorse, [We were friends-I'm sorry.] An image came into Heero's head, unbidden, it was the memory of the first time Heero Yuy had tasted ice cream. The vampire had completely messed up the ice cream and Quatre had insisted on a picture of the four of them, they had been laughing and carefree in that picture, how long ago was it-3 years or so, yet so much had changed during that time.
Can't you hear us coming?
People marching all around
Can't you see we're coming?
Close your eyes it's over now
Can't you hear us coming?
The fight has only just begun,
Can't you see us coming?
Trowa lay on the ground, the echo of Heero's empty laugh still ringing in his head. "I'm sorry, Angel. I'm so sorry." He sobbed over and over again as images of his love came flooding back into his head. Quatre had always been the gentlest of them all; he had been so caring, so loving-so full of life. "He didn't deserve to die, why did you take him from me?" He asked the echo that still seemed to ring in his head. "He was my Angel, he saved me from the world." The helpless hunter lay on the ground, a victim of his own memories. "I loved him so much." He whispered over and over again, as if those words alone would bring his lover back.
As the vampire entered his mansion, he walked upstairs to check on Duo. Heero glanced at the sleeping form of Duo, his cold eyes softening for a moment as he looked upon the innocent boy. [You may think you're soiled, ruined and unloved; yet you can't see how beautiful you truly are.] Heero gently reached out a hand and caressed the boy's soft cheek. [Soft-just like Quatre's.]
Trowa gave a moan of disgust as a rough hand slapped him on the cheek. "Wake up." A voice commanded him from above. Trowa cracked open one bleary red eye, "Wufei." The dark haired, Chinese boy stared back at Trowa, his eyes impassive. "Why are you out here? We're supposed to be tracking the vampire." After Quatre's death, Wufei had never said Heero's name outright. "I found Heero last night," Trowa hesitated before saying "He has a new pet." Wufei's cold glare didn't change, "He always has a pet." Trowa glanced at the other hunter, "What time is it?" "4:23 in the morning." "Shit, I've been out all night." Wufei gave a shrug before walking out the dark alley, "Coming?" Trowa gave a silent nod, hurrying up and following his partner.
After an hour or so of walking, the two men arrived at a broken down apartment building. Giving a grimace of disgust Trowa turned to Wufei. "You couldn't have chosen a better neighborhood?" "It's better if we remain somewhere quiet and lay low."
Something black scurried from Trowa's feet as he swung open the door to their apartment. "This is disgusting." "It's for the good of the assignment." Trowa gave a sigh and waved his hand tiredly, "I'll be resting if you need me." At this comment Wufei snorted, "I could do this job alone-" He stopped as he realized Trowa had already fallen asleep on the couch.
Wufei gave one of his rare smiles at the sleeping boy on the couch, even though he would never tell him, their friendship was one of the only things still keeping him alive.
I'm just a freedom fighter,
No remorse.
Raging on in a holy war
Soon there'll come a day
When you're face to face with me.
Face to face with me.
Note: Sowwie for the big delay guys, major case of author's block. I wanted to make this chapter longer but if I did it would take longer, and I'm getting impatient about new reviews too ;)! Thanks guys, and I hope you like this chapter!
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The mouths of the envious,
Always find another door
While at the gates of paradise,
They beat us down some more
But our mission is set in stone
Cause the writing's on the wall.
I'll scream it from the mountain tops,
Pride comes before the fall.
As Duo drifted off to sleep, a figure stood beneath his window, looking upward, into the night sky. [So, Heero has a new pet, eh? I wonder how long this one'll last.] The hunter glanced up once again at the window above, before muttering a spell and floating up to the window. Looking inside the window he made out the form of a sleeping Duo, snoring gently. Taking a glance at the sleeping boy's face, the hunter's eyes seemed to soften slightly, [He made a wise choice, the human certainly is beautiful. But, then again, so were all his other victims, so beautiful and angelic-like Quatre.]
Even the mere mention of that name triggered memories-kind smiles, soft kisses-NO! He didn't want to remember anymore, it would only distract him from his job today. [You will pay, Heero.] Floating down onto the cobblestone road, he tracked for the vampire's aura; Heero's aura had always set him apart from other vampires, theirs were usually dark in color and tone, ranging from black to a murky grayish. Yet Heero's had been golden colored and whitish, surrounding his body like the glow of an angel, [But angels aren't cold-angels don't kill.] Trowa gave one last glance at the large house, saying a prayer for the boy sleeping within it, before setting off to track Heero.
So many thoughts to share,
All this energy to give.
Unlike those who hide the truth,
I tell it like it is.
If the truth will set you free,
I feel sorry for your soul.
Can't you hear the ringing?
Cause for you the bell tolls.
Heero knew someone was following him. Ever since his last feeding, when his vampire senses were heightened, he had sensed the aura of a vampire hunter stalking him, he would have turned around and killed the man immediately, but this aura had a familiar sense to it.
Finally, when Heero had finished with his last meal, he turned around and said calmly to the darkness. "You can come out now." There was a snicker and a bright flash of light illuminated the forgotten alley, revealing a brown haired man with brilliant green eyes. "Heero." The man greeted him. "Trowa." Heero gave the man a cold glare, one that would have sent a lesser man running. Trowa returned Heero's glare with one of his own, "I'd have thought you'd have forgotten me." "How could I forget the man who almost killed me." Trowa waved his hand, "You flatter me." "Why are you here?" "Got straight to the point didn't you? Then again, you were always like that; straight-forward, strong, bold-and heartless." "Why are you here?" The question was repeated with more force then before, the vampire's eyes flashing a dangerous red.
I'm just a freedom fighter,
No remorse.
Raging on in a holy war
Soon there'll come a day
When you're face to face with me.
Face to face with me.
"To finish what I started." With that Trowa muttered a fast and quiet spell, sending 5 lightning fast arrows that flew straight toward Heero's heart.
Only Heero's fast reflexes saved him from his death; dodging all 5 of the arrows he eyed Trowa expectantly. "I'd have thought the world's greatest vampire hunter would have something a little more lethal then that." Heero mocked. Trowa gave him a slow grin that held nothing but hate, "I see you're as sharp as ever-and as charming." Heero gave a laugh at this comment, a bitter sound that echoed through the empty streets. "Still mourning your little angel." Trowa gave a growl and threw himself at the laughing Heero; he landed on empty air as the vampire disappeared, leaving only a mocking laugh that echoed back and forth through the walls.
As Trowa laid there on the ground, listening to the mocking echo; he realized that after a while, it seemed to change, the bitter, empty laugh turned into a scream of pain-the wail of the dead, calling out for revenge.
Heero glanced back at the lone figure, lying in the middle of the alley. For a moment, he allowed himself to feel some remorse, [We were friends-I'm sorry.] An image came into Heero's head, unbidden, it was the memory of the first time Heero Yuy had tasted ice cream. The vampire had completely messed up the ice cream and Quatre had insisted on a picture of the four of them, they had been laughing and carefree in that picture, how long ago was it-3 years or so, yet so much had changed during that time.
Can't you hear us coming?
People marching all around
Can't you see we're coming?
Close your eyes it's over now
Can't you hear us coming?
The fight has only just begun,
Can't you see us coming?
Trowa lay on the ground, the echo of Heero's empty laugh still ringing in his head. "I'm sorry, Angel. I'm so sorry." He sobbed over and over again as images of his love came flooding back into his head. Quatre had always been the gentlest of them all; he had been so caring, so loving-so full of life. "He didn't deserve to die, why did you take him from me?" He asked the echo that still seemed to ring in his head. "He was my Angel, he saved me from the world." The helpless hunter lay on the ground, a victim of his own memories. "I loved him so much." He whispered over and over again, as if those words alone would bring his lover back.
As the vampire entered his mansion, he walked upstairs to check on Duo. Heero glanced at the sleeping form of Duo, his cold eyes softening for a moment as he looked upon the innocent boy. [You may think you're soiled, ruined and unloved; yet you can't see how beautiful you truly are.] Heero gently reached out a hand and caressed the boy's soft cheek. [Soft-just like Quatre's.]
Trowa gave a moan of disgust as a rough hand slapped him on the cheek. "Wake up." A voice commanded him from above. Trowa cracked open one bleary red eye, "Wufei." The dark haired, Chinese boy stared back at Trowa, his eyes impassive. "Why are you out here? We're supposed to be tracking the vampire." After Quatre's death, Wufei had never said Heero's name outright. "I found Heero last night," Trowa hesitated before saying "He has a new pet." Wufei's cold glare didn't change, "He always has a pet." Trowa glanced at the other hunter, "What time is it?" "4:23 in the morning." "Shit, I've been out all night." Wufei gave a shrug before walking out the dark alley, "Coming?" Trowa gave a silent nod, hurrying up and following his partner.
After an hour or so of walking, the two men arrived at a broken down apartment building. Giving a grimace of disgust Trowa turned to Wufei. "You couldn't have chosen a better neighborhood?" "It's better if we remain somewhere quiet and lay low."
Something black scurried from Trowa's feet as he swung open the door to their apartment. "This is disgusting." "It's for the good of the assignment." Trowa gave a sigh and waved his hand tiredly, "I'll be resting if you need me." At this comment Wufei snorted, "I could do this job alone-" He stopped as he realized Trowa had already fallen asleep on the couch.
Wufei gave one of his rare smiles at the sleeping boy on the couch, even though he would never tell him, their friendship was one of the only things still keeping him alive.
I'm just a freedom fighter,
No remorse.
Raging on in a holy war
Soon there'll come a day
When you're face to face with me.
Face to face with me.
Note: Sowwie for the big delay guys, major case of author's block. I wanted to make this chapter longer but if I did it would take longer, and I'm getting impatient about new reviews too ;)! Thanks guys, and I hope you like this chapter!