Dawn III
Omega-Leigh
Heero led the way out of the mansion and into the slightly nippy winter air. New Orleans had a tropical climate being almost right on the Gulf of Mexico. But still, in the winter it got a slight chill in the air.
Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei stepped into the now dark night. The only light that shone on them was from a nearby street lamp, and from inside the mansion itself.
Heero pulled his jacket around him and turned to look at Quatre. "We going back to the safe-house just yet?" He asked
"Not unless you want to roam around New Orleans. Did you just get here today?" Quatre inquired.
"I got in last night. I stayed at a hotel down near Bourbon Street. I was going to go check out and get my stuff before we went back." Heero bit his bottom lip and looked down the busy city street.
"It's amazing." Trowa stepped up beside Heero. "You can go inside that place and it's like you're in a different world, then you step back outside, into reality."
"Sucks, doesn't it?" Wufei asked.
Quatre laughed slightly. "Go on Heero, we'll meet up with you in about an hour or so." Heero nodded and started down the crowded street dissolving into the crowd after a moment.
"Well, let's get back to the house." Wufei said, walking toward an unmarked car parked to the side of the mansion.
"Sounds good." Quatre grinned as he and Trowa slipped into the car and Wufei drove off.
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Heero kept his head bowed as he walked. He had parked his jeep about two blocks away from the de Chambres mansion. But, he was going to leave it there. It was about an hour's walk back to his hotel, but he didn't mind. It was a crisp night and the stars were out.
People pressed around Heero, people of all colours and styles. New Orleans was such a versatile city.
Duo would love it here, Heero found himself thinking.
At the thought Heero began to wonder where Duo was. No one had been able to catch up with him lately. The braided ex-Deathscythe pilot was almost as elusive as Heero could be.
Quatre had gotten a hold of Hilde, Duo's sister-like friend, who lived on space colony L2. She hadn't seen or heard from Duo in about five months. Heero guessed that the youngest pilot had gone off in space somewhere with his salvage crew.
Heero had been walking for quite some time now, and he had not been paying attention to where he was walking.
He looked up to see that he had wandered away from the busy side of town and into a deserted area of the French Quarter.
But it wasn't as quite deserted as he thought. Ahead of him stood a lone figure standing beneath the lamppost.
After a quick look at the figure Heero could tell it was a man, a relatively young man. He had on a long overcoat and black pants. His hands were stuffed deep into his pockets and his head was lowered.
Heero did not feel good about this at all. Then an image reappeared into his mind. The image of that.thing...feeding on that young man the night before.
This was that same thing. That, vampire. Heero's eyes narrowed and he reached into his jacket, tightening his fingers over the butt of his gun.
"Don't even think about it." A deep voice said smoothly.
Heero paused in mid draw.
"I don't think you want to do that." The vampire spoke, lifting his head up and meeting Heero's eyes.
"Wh.what the hell are you?" Heero stuttered, beginning to get lost in the black pools of the vampire's eyes.
"I am not a vampire, as you previously thought. But, I am one of the undead." The man spoke, moving toward Heero.
"And you.you are a threat to the existence of our kind."
Heero lowered his hand and stared at the man incredulously. "I don't even believe in 'your kind'." Heero growled. "Now, get lost. I don't want to have to shoot you."
The man laughed, but it was not a mirthful laugh. It was a deadly laugh.
"You humans are fools." The man chuckled, his eyes flashing.
He lifted the corners of his mouth up, revealing a gleaming pair of fangs. Heero was not an expert, but those teeth were no fakes.
"Kuso.." Heero cursed, reaching once again for his gun. Immediately the vampire was upon him. The dark man threw his entire weight against Heero and knocked him onto the ground.
Heero's gun slipped out of his grasp and went clattering across the pavement, resting somewhere in the tall grass beside the sidewalk.
The man easily pinned Heero's arms down to his side and leaned in over him.
"I'll finish you off. You'll make a nice appetizer." He growled throatily.
"Over my dead body!" Heero brought his legs up and used the man's own weight to flip him off of him.
The man landed on the concrete heavily, but immediately he was back on his feet, circling Heero, his eyes glimmering deadly.
He attacked again, this time forcing Heero down onto the pavement so hard that it knocked the breath out of the ex-pilot.
Heero felt the man sink his vampiric fangs into his neck and he gasped from the torrent of pain that shot through his neck and chest.
Suddenly the man was off of Heero and backing away. He grasped at his throat and fell to his knees, coughing up the blood that he had just taken in.
Heero rose to his feet easily and watched the man writhe on the ground beneath him.
What the hell was going on here?
"You.you're not human!" the man cried, pain and terror evident in his voice. He lifted his eyes to Heero's own and Heero felt that he could see the man's life flash through their depths.
"Then tell me, what am I?"
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Cassandra rushed down the dark street, her long, silken green skirts whirling around her. She had left the apartment without even thinking about grabbing her cloak and the night air was cold on her bare arms.
But she didn't care. She was after someone. After that man with the haunted amethystine eyes.
Where was he? Why had he disappeared so fast?
Thoughts rushed through the girl's mind, one illusion after another. Like stars whirling through the voids of outer space.
She was on the verge of hysteria. Her small body wracked with sobs and she grasped onto a cast iron post surrounding a long deserted mansion.
Cassandra fell to her knees and sobbed. She could feel the hot tears that mingled with blood spilling down her cheeks. Why was she so sad?
Because.she was sad because of him..he had left..no.died...leaving her..and her sister, his lover alone. Without a mother, or a father.
They had murdered the servants.And taken her saviour, her older brother Jonathan to torture and kill. Her baby brother Cailn had been murdered as well. And Cassandra could only watch, she could only watch as her family was murdered before her eyes.as their bodies were burned.
And it was all because of her.
Cassandra continued to cry, she would have cried on and on until she could have bled herself dry, but she was startled out of her memories by the approach of.something very powerful.
"Hey there..what's wrong?"
That voice. That beautiful tenor voice.
"Yo, girl, you okay?"
It was that same voice. She wasn't dreaming.
Cassandra lifted her eyes and was startled as she met those same haunting violet orbs of light.
"D.Demetrius?"
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That name..why did it seem so familiar?
The young man's eyes narrowed and he looked at the hysterical young girl on the ground.
She's not young though.
She's old..very, very old.
How do I know this?
The girl shakily got to her feet and stood to her full height of 5 feet 2 inches. Her long blonde hair glimmered like gold in the light of the street lamp and her emerald green eyes flickered with an inner fire.
Why does she seem so familiar?
I should know her
I should
Why don't I remember?
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Cassandra stared at the boy in confusion and then she realized what was wrong.
He didn't remember.
He had been in a sleep for a very long time.
He hadn't died
He was one of the undead
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Heero glared down at the man, and he felt a slight twinge of pity for the creature.
"Then tell me, what the hell am I?" Heero asked. "Am I human? Am I a vampire? What am I?" the man coughed up a bit more blood and cowered away from Heero.
"You are not a vampire, and you are not human." The man hissed slightly, his face contorted as if in pain. "I do not know what you are."
Heero dropped his gaze down to his hand, which was devoid of the gun that had been there when he had fallen.
"I.I don't understand." Heero said, for once completely lost. "What caused you to not kill me?"
The man wiped his mouth and stood, so gracefully that Heero thought at first that he had not stood, but had floated into that position.
"You.I cannot feed off an undead creature. It means death for me."
Heero arched his eyebrow. "I'm one of the undead?"
Great, it's not everyday that you discover that you are not a human. Heero LOVED this.
"You are not human, that does not make you one of the undead."
"You mean, there's more?" this was getting better and better.
"You have a power, unlike any other that I have experienced thus far." The man moved toward him, and strangely, Heero did not feel the need to take on a defensive position.
"My name is Daniel Roylotte. I have been one of the undead for seventy-two years now. It is a pleasure to meet you, Heero Yuy."
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END OF CHAPTER THREE!! Yayy!! I'm on a roll tonight!! (can you believe I've written all of this TODAY??)
Heero: Let me get this straight, I'm not a human?
Duo: ::spits braid out of his mouth:: You mean it took you this long to figure that out?? You've NEVER been Human!!!
Omega-Leigh: uhh..yeah. well, I hope ya'll enjoy this!
Omega-Leigh
Heero led the way out of the mansion and into the slightly nippy winter air. New Orleans had a tropical climate being almost right on the Gulf of Mexico. But still, in the winter it got a slight chill in the air.
Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei stepped into the now dark night. The only light that shone on them was from a nearby street lamp, and from inside the mansion itself.
Heero pulled his jacket around him and turned to look at Quatre. "We going back to the safe-house just yet?" He asked
"Not unless you want to roam around New Orleans. Did you just get here today?" Quatre inquired.
"I got in last night. I stayed at a hotel down near Bourbon Street. I was going to go check out and get my stuff before we went back." Heero bit his bottom lip and looked down the busy city street.
"It's amazing." Trowa stepped up beside Heero. "You can go inside that place and it's like you're in a different world, then you step back outside, into reality."
"Sucks, doesn't it?" Wufei asked.
Quatre laughed slightly. "Go on Heero, we'll meet up with you in about an hour or so." Heero nodded and started down the crowded street dissolving into the crowd after a moment.
"Well, let's get back to the house." Wufei said, walking toward an unmarked car parked to the side of the mansion.
"Sounds good." Quatre grinned as he and Trowa slipped into the car and Wufei drove off.
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Heero kept his head bowed as he walked. He had parked his jeep about two blocks away from the de Chambres mansion. But, he was going to leave it there. It was about an hour's walk back to his hotel, but he didn't mind. It was a crisp night and the stars were out.
People pressed around Heero, people of all colours and styles. New Orleans was such a versatile city.
Duo would love it here, Heero found himself thinking.
At the thought Heero began to wonder where Duo was. No one had been able to catch up with him lately. The braided ex-Deathscythe pilot was almost as elusive as Heero could be.
Quatre had gotten a hold of Hilde, Duo's sister-like friend, who lived on space colony L2. She hadn't seen or heard from Duo in about five months. Heero guessed that the youngest pilot had gone off in space somewhere with his salvage crew.
Heero had been walking for quite some time now, and he had not been paying attention to where he was walking.
He looked up to see that he had wandered away from the busy side of town and into a deserted area of the French Quarter.
But it wasn't as quite deserted as he thought. Ahead of him stood a lone figure standing beneath the lamppost.
After a quick look at the figure Heero could tell it was a man, a relatively young man. He had on a long overcoat and black pants. His hands were stuffed deep into his pockets and his head was lowered.
Heero did not feel good about this at all. Then an image reappeared into his mind. The image of that.thing...feeding on that young man the night before.
This was that same thing. That, vampire. Heero's eyes narrowed and he reached into his jacket, tightening his fingers over the butt of his gun.
"Don't even think about it." A deep voice said smoothly.
Heero paused in mid draw.
"I don't think you want to do that." The vampire spoke, lifting his head up and meeting Heero's eyes.
"Wh.what the hell are you?" Heero stuttered, beginning to get lost in the black pools of the vampire's eyes.
"I am not a vampire, as you previously thought. But, I am one of the undead." The man spoke, moving toward Heero.
"And you.you are a threat to the existence of our kind."
Heero lowered his hand and stared at the man incredulously. "I don't even believe in 'your kind'." Heero growled. "Now, get lost. I don't want to have to shoot you."
The man laughed, but it was not a mirthful laugh. It was a deadly laugh.
"You humans are fools." The man chuckled, his eyes flashing.
He lifted the corners of his mouth up, revealing a gleaming pair of fangs. Heero was not an expert, but those teeth were no fakes.
"Kuso.." Heero cursed, reaching once again for his gun. Immediately the vampire was upon him. The dark man threw his entire weight against Heero and knocked him onto the ground.
Heero's gun slipped out of his grasp and went clattering across the pavement, resting somewhere in the tall grass beside the sidewalk.
The man easily pinned Heero's arms down to his side and leaned in over him.
"I'll finish you off. You'll make a nice appetizer." He growled throatily.
"Over my dead body!" Heero brought his legs up and used the man's own weight to flip him off of him.
The man landed on the concrete heavily, but immediately he was back on his feet, circling Heero, his eyes glimmering deadly.
He attacked again, this time forcing Heero down onto the pavement so hard that it knocked the breath out of the ex-pilot.
Heero felt the man sink his vampiric fangs into his neck and he gasped from the torrent of pain that shot through his neck and chest.
Suddenly the man was off of Heero and backing away. He grasped at his throat and fell to his knees, coughing up the blood that he had just taken in.
Heero rose to his feet easily and watched the man writhe on the ground beneath him.
What the hell was going on here?
"You.you're not human!" the man cried, pain and terror evident in his voice. He lifted his eyes to Heero's own and Heero felt that he could see the man's life flash through their depths.
"Then tell me, what am I?"
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Cassandra rushed down the dark street, her long, silken green skirts whirling around her. She had left the apartment without even thinking about grabbing her cloak and the night air was cold on her bare arms.
But she didn't care. She was after someone. After that man with the haunted amethystine eyes.
Where was he? Why had he disappeared so fast?
Thoughts rushed through the girl's mind, one illusion after another. Like stars whirling through the voids of outer space.
She was on the verge of hysteria. Her small body wracked with sobs and she grasped onto a cast iron post surrounding a long deserted mansion.
Cassandra fell to her knees and sobbed. She could feel the hot tears that mingled with blood spilling down her cheeks. Why was she so sad?
Because.she was sad because of him..he had left..no.died...leaving her..and her sister, his lover alone. Without a mother, or a father.
They had murdered the servants.And taken her saviour, her older brother Jonathan to torture and kill. Her baby brother Cailn had been murdered as well. And Cassandra could only watch, she could only watch as her family was murdered before her eyes.as their bodies were burned.
And it was all because of her.
Cassandra continued to cry, she would have cried on and on until she could have bled herself dry, but she was startled out of her memories by the approach of.something very powerful.
"Hey there..what's wrong?"
That voice. That beautiful tenor voice.
"Yo, girl, you okay?"
It was that same voice. She wasn't dreaming.
Cassandra lifted her eyes and was startled as she met those same haunting violet orbs of light.
"D.Demetrius?"
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
That name..why did it seem so familiar?
The young man's eyes narrowed and he looked at the hysterical young girl on the ground.
She's not young though.
She's old..very, very old.
How do I know this?
The girl shakily got to her feet and stood to her full height of 5 feet 2 inches. Her long blonde hair glimmered like gold in the light of the street lamp and her emerald green eyes flickered with an inner fire.
Why does she seem so familiar?
I should know her
I should
Why don't I remember?
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Cassandra stared at the boy in confusion and then she realized what was wrong.
He didn't remember.
He had been in a sleep for a very long time.
He hadn't died
He was one of the undead
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Heero glared down at the man, and he felt a slight twinge of pity for the creature.
"Then tell me, what the hell am I?" Heero asked. "Am I human? Am I a vampire? What am I?" the man coughed up a bit more blood and cowered away from Heero.
"You are not a vampire, and you are not human." The man hissed slightly, his face contorted as if in pain. "I do not know what you are."
Heero dropped his gaze down to his hand, which was devoid of the gun that had been there when he had fallen.
"I.I don't understand." Heero said, for once completely lost. "What caused you to not kill me?"
The man wiped his mouth and stood, so gracefully that Heero thought at first that he had not stood, but had floated into that position.
"You.I cannot feed off an undead creature. It means death for me."
Heero arched his eyebrow. "I'm one of the undead?"
Great, it's not everyday that you discover that you are not a human. Heero LOVED this.
"You are not human, that does not make you one of the undead."
"You mean, there's more?" this was getting better and better.
"You have a power, unlike any other that I have experienced thus far." The man moved toward him, and strangely, Heero did not feel the need to take on a defensive position.
"My name is Daniel Roylotte. I have been one of the undead for seventy-two years now. It is a pleasure to meet you, Heero Yuy."
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END OF CHAPTER THREE!! Yayy!! I'm on a roll tonight!! (can you believe I've written all of this TODAY??)
Heero: Let me get this straight, I'm not a human?
Duo: ::spits braid out of his mouth:: You mean it took you this long to figure that out?? You've NEVER been Human!!!
Omega-Leigh: uhh..yeah. well, I hope ya'll enjoy this!