*Burning Roses.*
*A Beauty and the Beast Tale. *
* Rating: Pg-13. *
*Couples: Er..gee, I wonder…Maybe its Serena and Trowa?*
Disclaimer: :: Pulls a Lina and hides under a giant pyramid, wailing at all mummies to get the hell out of her hiding place.::
Summary: Har har, I pilfered my old man's laptop. It's keyboard is the bomb! YAY. So, now that I've made off like a bandit –not the kind with gold, mind you- I am pleased to inform you, you get another chapter. How long do you guys want this fic to be anyways? Just a wonder-ing
Well, I made it up that way, with help from the voices in me little head. I dunno, It's been so looong.
::Glomps laptop.:: Yes fate is cruel. CRUEL I say! Its never happy unless its nibbling on your ass, if you'll pardon my lang' here. Evil, Evil, EVIL. Grrr. :: Waves the bird at the bad baddy bad bad comp keyboard then coos to the nicey nice laptop keyboard.:: Horse plushie? SQUEEEE! :: gibbers happily trying to feed carrots to horsie.::
:: Evil smile. Then holds up the twisted remains of her other keyboard.:: PMS is a fine tool of destruction.
Nooooooo. It's not Quatre…. You'll have to guess. Ah, I have an idea. Whoever guesses correctly, will get a special chapter request and I'll make it into an alternate ending or something. K?
:: Shuffles feet, while scraping back remaining microchips and frazzled wires out of view.:: Or course I was gentle. The first three stabbings… Er…I think the creator may be suffering from mutual pains right now…. I love making people luagh. And if guys brag about gettind K.O.'d by pillows…all I have to say is…THEY ARE SAD LITTLE WHIMPY DUDES. Ahem, no offense intended.
:: Looks up at Squirrel and winks. Then places a sign on the table reading, " Back in Five minutes. If ya need me…Reconsider." Disappears into back room. Several minutes later….. "OH MI GOD!!!!!" One pink pacifist protester screams. Followed by other shouts of terror. Soon enough, a small stampede of pinky protesters are running away from Silver's house, holding their heads and looking for safety. SilverQuick reappears looking smug and positively evil with a cheeky grin.:: The voices in my head make quite the dissuading force. Especially with their secrets weapons….. Harharhar. :: a few protesters can be seen slamming their heads into walls, trying to get the pink poky-dotted grenade toting sumo wrestlers from their head, who just so happens to sound like Relena and Darien wailing like harpees::
That'll do, me voices, that'll do. Oh, I feel so bad…And it feels so good. Lousy pink pricks…grrr. No offense. BUT THEY TRAMPLED MY GRASS!! AHHHH!!
So. Where were we? Ah yes, our little blood tick was fleeing like a headless chicken from who knows what and Serena and Trowa were having a pillow fight. Ahhh, but, what happens now? And, the universal Question. No not, boxers or briefs. But, Is Trowa gay?
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Chapter Twenty.
There is something to be said about a good ol' pillow fight late at night, hmm that rhymes, and that something is….
" Damn, I am pooped." Serena sighed, slumping into her pillows with the air of a battle hardened soldier after a good long tussle.
Beast blinked at her, " I didn't want to know that…."
"Shuddup, you furball."
"My, how you wound me." He quipped and sprawled in the chair in such a way that one had to count how may limbs he had just to make sure there weren't more then there should be. There wasn't.
" Hah, quite, my weapon of choice is words. And they seem to work so well." Serena stared at him and lifted an eyebrow. The perfect picture of cynicism. " And I though I was bad. I at least try to make an effort at civility. And look at you. Sitting like that. Doesn't it hurt? It looks like it hurts."
While she had been blabbing, Trowa had curled up in the chair at was looking quite content as a cat that just had a saucer of buttermilk cream. No longer was he sprawled hilly nilly and all over, but curled in such a way, she was sure she'd never be able to do. And she was pretty damn flexible. So that was saying something.
" Well, you've got your painful looking positions and I've got mine." He retorted, examining his claws carefully and occasionally picking something away from the sharp lacerating points. Serena found it rather disconcerting.
She made a sound at the back of her throat and shifted so that she was halfway hanging over the bed upside down. She favored this position the most. Why? Haven't got a blazing clue, it just felt nice to her back. Popping all the joints and such.
He winced at how far her back was bending. Almost to a ninety-degree angle, not that he knew what that was. But of course, for her this was nothing.
They eyed each other a moment, solemnly.
Silence had slunk into the room carefully avoiding any mice that happened to be about and froze when she noticed the other occupants. Ooops. Wrong turn at the sleeping dragon tapestry. Damn things. Very annoying. She took one look at the beast in the chair then the maiden on the bed getting a blood rush and turned on her heel, flying back out of the room .
Serena grinned at him, though in her position it seemed more of a frown. Trowa was immediately wary.
" I've got a question," she announced loudly. (Out in the hall Silence winced and went faster.) " Trowa, are you…Gay?"
…From his newly established position on the floor, which was not very bad comfort wise, Trowa made a sound somewhere between a choke and a growl.
Serena, unable to defy the laws that stated that at times like these it would be appropriate to blink, did just that. She blinked. Once, then twice for good measure.
" If you are…I understand, I mean, I have nothing against that kind of thing."
He made that strangled sound again and sat up, to peer at her.
" Give me a few weeks to decide on whether or not I should feel complimented or insulted… Why would you think I'm gay?"
She twiddled her thumbs and repositioned her eyes above her, which meant she was now looking at the plush blue rug in her room.
" Er…I don't know really, I just thought.. well, you know.." her small voice petered off uncertainly. " It's just the way you act I suppose."
He huffed, " I have been alone with only the fairies and the servants and that bloody vampire for 500 years, how do you expect me to act?"
" I'd bet you'd have been very lonely. But you don't really act too much like you enjoy our company."
By the 'our', he was willing to wager she meant hers and Relena's.
" And we're female so…and you are so understanding of me, no man I know would be able to accomplish that and not come off as queer."
Somewhere deep inside him, a small little voice seemed to trill with joy that she'd put him in the same circle as a man. Yeah, go me! He thought, gleefully.
She looked back at him then her blue eyes darted away again, before they could meet his forest green eyes, or eye as the case was.
" I'm not, nor will I ever, swing that way. I just don't feel that that's right."
In that moment, a load of great weight seemed to have lifted from Serena's shoulders and she smiled widely. Had her smile gotten any larger, he was certain she'd either break or dislocate her jaw.
" Well, then I guess Quatre's going to have to look for love somewhere else then hmmm?"
This time, Trowa made not a sound from where he had face faulted strait into the carpet. He merely noted that said carpet was beginning to look a tad frazzled.
" You are sick." He muttered, more to himself than to her. She heard him any way.
" Ahhh, but you love me anyway."
You have no idea, He thought to himself bemusedly. And just watched her as she laughed at his expense. Not that he minded. He enjoyed making her laugh. She seemed an entirely different person when she did that.
So instead of speaking, he just smiled a little and listened to her. Lovely.
Run. Run. Run. RUN!! After a while, just running like a mindless twit really got monotonous as well as annoying. Very annoying. He hated this. Fear was still there, pounding through his veins with the dead blood and something that may have at one point been called adrenaline, but was now little more then something like acid, but not so mind numbing as before.
No. No, now he was just angry. That bastard chasing him was toying with his mind. It was positively disgraceful to one of his stature and breeding.
It was humiliating.
He HATED it.
HATED, HATED, HATED it. He was so glad that his charming friend Beast's castle was only so much further. There he'd be safe.
A long time ago, the poor sap had invited him in and once you invite a vampire to enter you home, your life, you can never go back on it.
Thank goodness for that little detail.
Just a little more. And then he would be safe. Till morning at least. Then… then maybe he would die.
Death followed, drifting through the dark as though he was a part of it. Shadow to shadow, darkness to darkness easy as a sigh through the parted lips of a maiden letting go the last thread of her eternal soul. Swift, with an unearthly, unnatural grace more common to a wraith-like panther perhaps then any other creature. He followed the path his undead prey had made almost instinctually. Almost paying attention to it but not quite.
The night creatures of the forest paused in their activity and silently watched as Death drifted past them, unaware of how close they were to dying themselves. Though they could feel the air of danger this other worldly creature wore as a cloak they knew it was not directed at them. They went back to their business as soon as death had passed over them, already forgetting him.
Which sure as hell wasn't to say the vampire had forgot. That would be like saying he forgot to breathe. Wouldn't happen. Actually, yes, it would. He was after all a vamp. Vamps didn't need to breathe necessarily so..yeah, moot point there.
Anyways. He was in the castle. Soon enough Beast would come and investigate the tweaks the magic had ..uh…tweaked out..er… well, he'd come to check out the disturbance. Curiosity and revenge and all that, so, now he was just waiting for the inevitable snarl and poisoned verbal dart to the neck followed by the usual "Go to hell and screw a pig." remark.
And waiting.
Any minute now. Yup. He would come, talons clicking on the stone beneath the carpet, pissed as hell and ready to kill.
It was rather late at night.
Hmmm. Where was the flaming bastard now anyway?
With this last impatient thought in his head, the nameless vampire's world went black. Literally.
His body was dust before he hit the ground, and then said dust was blown away by a wind that wasn't there.
Death pulled back the wooden stake and placed it back in the folds of his cloak then looked about the halls of the castle a moment.
By way of reason, he figured he ought to stick around, to see if perhaps there were more vampires hanging about.
After all, what else were gothic castles good for?
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And there you have it. Finally. Another chapter. Har, I succeeded. I hope you enjoyed. And, do you know what I had to do to get this chapter up? Well, turns out my laptop wasn't powerful enough to upload the chapter, so I had to email the file to myself and cut and paste it to word document and here ya go. Does that make sense? I hope so. ::falls over and passes out from major headache and exhaustion.:: X_#.