Chapter 7

Jina left her weak Queen to rest next to her equally weak lover. She smiled, thinking that this would be the last time she would let her soul perish to Treize; this Queen was too perfectly a match. She smelled blood. Why did she smell blood? It was her clothes and skin; the stench of drying blood driving her crazy. She stalked down the hallway, angry at her carelessness; she would have to shower to remove this stink. The clothes were ruined; once dead blood touched something, it was tainted beyond repair. The clothes would have to be burned.

She reached the living room and noticed that no one was there. There was a note left on the coffee table:

Jinakel,

We went out to hunt. Protect the Queen; we'll be back later.

She shrugged and decided that the Queen would be safe while she took a shower. She trudged upstairs to her bathroom, shedding the dirty clothes and throwing them into a heavy-duty trash bag; they would be burned later. She turned on the shower until the water was hotter than scalding. Steam filled the small bathroom and she had to rub the fogged mirror to look at her face. She was so colorless now; her skin had lost its luster so quickly and it looked like she was dying. Her eyes twinkled no longer and her usually thick, healthy hair was stringy and limp. Blood was caked on her skin, dyeing it a telltale brown.

She stepped into the scalding shower, her frigid skin not warming under the heat of the water. She felt no pain from the heated water, just like she felt no pleasure; she was only a vessel and now her sins could be atoned and she could rest peacefully. Her mind wandered as she scrubbed the blood off her skin and down the drain. She thought of the night she'd committed her greatest crime; the night she'd lost her soul and led the others into evil as well.

 *Flashback *

Treize was a smart man in the early days. His minions were still weakened human forms when he sent them to fight the Purebloods. They may have been evolved Bugs, but they were still human. It was the third Incarnation that Treize attempted to kill and Jinakel refused for him to kill another. She was going to fight.

When Jinakel peered from the small cottage and saw the bright lights of torches coming for their home, she ordered the ladies to protect the still-sleeping Queen at all cost. The women armed themselves and went to battle killing the humans, which was a serious crime for Purebloods. Jinakel, in her battle haze, killed and fed on the most humans, damning her for all eternity.

Treize wound up winning that victory. He killed the incarnation and sending it back to Jinakel since she was the chosen vessel. But, she was tainted, more so than Treize and would never forgive herself for the sins. Now, the cycle started over again, and she would not let Treize take this Queen, even if she had to die.

* End Flashback *

She pounded her fist against the shower, cracking the humid tile. Frustration washed over her and she suddenly regretted taking this shower. Whenever she showered she was at the mercy of her memories and her own thoughts. She quickly finished the shower, not knowing how she got the shampoo out of her hair that fast. She turned off the water, got out of the shower, and wrapped a thin towel around her. Her skin was still ice-cold, a definite personification of her dead soul. She quickly walked out of the bathroom, lest she have to look in that large vanity mirror. She opened the door, the steam of the bathroom fading into the chill of the room, to find Heero sitting on her bed.

He was at the edge of the mattress clad only in a simple pair of blue jeans and a white button-down shirt. His feet were bare and Jinakel had always thought this look completely sexy. She eyed him suspiciously. Why was he here and not out with the others?

"So, vampires do take showers." He said, his baritone echoing throughout the room.

"What are you doing in my room?" she asked defensively.

"I decided to stay behind and make sure that Trowa was well taken care of." He said, lifting his blue eyes to look at her. He stared at her feet and made his way up to her calf muscles and tried to envision her thighs that were covered by the thin, green towel.

"Do you not trust me?" she asked, her eyes narrowing at him.

"No. Not really." He answered truthfully.

"And why not?" she asked.

"I read eyes very well, you've lied to us earlier." He said, looking her directly in the eyes.

"Why do you have to be so damned stubborn? Can't you just trust people?" Jinakel asked, wanting him to do nothing but leave.

"It's not stubbornness, I just don't like being lied to." Heero said. She crossed the room going towards her chest-of-drawers to get underwear.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you the entire truth about the turning process, it would have just made everyone a lot more skittish if I would have explained it word for word. The idea was to keep everyone calm, including Roddy." Jin said digging through her underwear drawer. Heero stood from the bed and she turned around quickly.

"That's not what I'm talking about. You said that you haven't fed since the day you became the Queen's vessel, that was a lie." Heero said confidently. Jina stopped short and stared into his eyes. How did this bastard know?

"What are you talking about?" she asked. He walked closer to her. She pulled the towel tighter around her body.

"Don't play dumb with me. I know a lie when I hear it," he walked slowly closer.

"I'm not playing dumb with you." she said angrily.

"When I asked you the other night about your feeding you got nervous. You didn't want to talk about it. I figured it out myself you fed on a human. For Purebloods that is the greatest sin to ever be committed." Heero said, still slowly walking towards her.

"I didn't mean to. They were trying to kill the Queen." She turned from him so that he couldn't see the anguish on her face. The memories were too much.

"So, I was right?" Heero said, he was getting closer to her.

"You are such a bastard." Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I have secrets as well. I've killed humans before when I was in the war. No justification, I just tortured and killed man after man. We are one and the same, Jinakel." He touched her chilled skin with his hands. His warmth flowed over her like a million blankets.

"Please Heero…" she was stopped by the feel of lips on the nape of her neck. Feather-soft kisses were being pressed again the skin of her back and she closed her eyes in acceptance.

"There is no erasing the memory and I must live with what I was. But I have found my salvation because I realize that I need you." he turned her to face him and she noticed that his shirt was lying on the floor behind him. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her passionately, taking her breath away. Her towel dropped to the floor leaving her naked to his pleased eye.

"Let go of your pain through me, Jin. Use me as your vessel like you've been used for so long." He said in a whisper. He picked her up and sat her gently on the bed, kissing her. His lips made a trail from her lips to her collarbone to between her breasts. She pulled his head back up to her face to look into his eyes. He stopped her before she could say anything. He leaned his head down to her ear and whispered:

"You don't have to hold on to the pain to hold on to the memory." He kissed her again.

Suddenly, she pushed him on his back and straddled his hips. He tried to touch her but she took his hands and held them above his head. She would have to be gentle with him and remember that he wasn't another vampire. She lowered her lips down to his as she undid his jeans and he lifted his hips to help her remove them. He went commando? That was nice to know. She rubbed her hands down his chest and followed that same trail with her mouth. Heero moaned and writhed underneath her as she licked and nibbled at his chest. She dipped her tongue inside of his navel and bit the sensitive skin around it leaving bite marks and drawing a little bit of blood. A loud moan ripped from Heero's throat.  She stopped because she was frightened that she'd hurt him. She looked up at him ashamed, but he calmed her with a soothing hand to her face.

"I am yours. Do with me as you wish." He sighed and rested his head against the pillows of her bed. She licked her tongue over her fangs and tasted the drops of blood that formed around the small cuts. He tasted better than anything she'd ever eaten and more filling with those small drops than a whole minion could ever be.

She was driving him crazy, cleaning the blood from his stomach. There was something oddly erotic about sharing himself so deeply with her. He pulled her head back up to his mouth and kissed her hungrily. He tasted his own blood mingling with that of her own unique, musky taste and decided that he wanted her right then. He rolled on top of her and pinned her hands above her head. This was the first time in years that she'd let a man be dominant over her. Though the act looked forceful he was actually quite gentle.

"You taste better than anything I've ever tasted." She said, yellow eyes meeting blue ones.

"I need you Jina." He said, a tear rolling down his cheek. She freed her hand from his gentle grip and caught the tear before it reached his chin and tasted the salty fluid.

"I need you too, Heero. Take me." She said, and Heero took away both of their sorrow with one act of union.

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Dorothy made her way back to Treize's lair quickly. Noin and Zechs were sitting in the dining room waiting for her return. She slinked around the dark palace, moving through walls and crawling into impossibly small holes to try and get to her mistress.

"Check Mate." Noin said winning the game against Zechs.

"You always were better at this game than I, Noin." He said taking her hand in his.

"Kiss me Zechs," she smiled baring her fangs to him. He kissed her, blood spurting from their mouths. When two vampires mated it was a frighteningly messy sight. They pulled away and licked each other's blood from one another, excited by the taste.

"Dorothy, what news?" Noin asked, seeing the blonde of her hair shine in the moonlight. Dorothy stepped from the shadows and bowed at Noin's feet.

"The Queen has been incarnated, but this is her first night." Dorothy said.

"Has she mated?" the voice of Treize boomed in the room, Lady Une accompanied him. Everyone dropped to their knees in respect for their leader.

"Yes sire. A human Vampyre Hunter. She was fed a minion, but she's still weak." Dorothy spoke up timidly.

"Then it is too late, now that she has mated she will be unstoppable." Lady Une said.

"Not true, Lady. There is another way. Noin! Zechs! Gather your troops! I want you to attack them at their home. Dorothy, I have a special job for you, something that you cannot fail." Treize grabbed the blonde and took her away to discuss the proposition he had for her. Noin and Zechs gathered the troops. There would be much blood spilt in the city tonight.