KtOF: Now everybody smile! And say your lines!
All: ^_^ Not another Gundam Wing vampire fic!
KtOF: Yeah! Good work! Now! Anybody who's reading this, I have chosen to put to use the popular (slightly tired) topic of GW/Vamps! Heeheehee... and it might turn out serious, too! Duo comes into this chapter... but he's the only one so far. Muah... I hate the summary... but I couldn't think of nething. So whatever. I won't keep you from the fic any longer, so I just have several things to say!
Quatre: [ Five Hours Later ]
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Kat: Finally... this is based on Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles... I use how she talks about vampires (weaknesses) But none of the characters show up. Bubye now!
Disclaimer: Don' own Gundam Wing... Or Vampire Chronicles ^_^ BUT Kat is my muse.
Warnings: Possible shounen ai in future... strangness... alternate universe (duh)... don't like vampies, don't come hither.
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Licking the final traces of blood from his lips, Duo Maxwell slipped out of the bar. "Must you insist on going for the idiots who are stoned past sanity?" a soft voice spoke from the shadows. Duo grinned as his companion stepped into the light, shaking a long braid over her shoulder.
"Yeah," he laughed slightly, allowing violet eyes to scan the scenery.
"I don't know why I bother," she whined, sitting next to him. "I want some chocolate..."
"You're dead, you can't eat chocolate!"
"The unattainable is always more appealing."
"I didn't understand that..."
"Moron."
He smiled, baring fangs at her shadowy form. "Is that the best you got?" he teased, watching as red eyes rolled. The interesting thing about them, like many other vampires, were their eyes. Always brighter than a normal mortals, his being violet, and her's red.
Scarlet lips quirked up from his thoughts. "Pondering life's mysteries, Maxwell? Oooo, deep," she taunted. They had a love-hate relationship, if you could call what they had a relationship.
Neither shirked to tell the other, often at the top of their lungs, that at the first sign of another vampire, they were out. He resented his stupidity, creating her, and she resented him forcing her to leave her friends and family.
"What kind of person did you slaughter tonight?" he asked, trying to quell the anger inside him.
She scowled, killing had always been a point of offense for her. "You, if you don't shut up," her voice murmured. Turning, she slipped out into the light, ghosting down the empty streets.
"What are you looking for?" he asked as he caught up. She flashed him a glare, shaking her head slightly. 'How long until I can leave her?' Duo thought to himself, studying her closely. To any mortal, she would seem to be sixteen, as did he.
She glared at him again. "I don't need a keeper," she reminded.
"Sure you don't," he agreed. "But you're only two-hundred and four. So, I'll just watch your back."
As she shook her head fiercely, he noticed water flying off her face. "That sounded really dumb, you know," she said angrily. "And it's two hundred and five."
A burst of speed lead her away from him, leaving one thought in his mind. 'Dammit.'
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Duo walked quietly into their dark house, walking up to the dark coffin sitting, closed, in the basement. Following some strange rule of etiquette, he knocked politely on the top. "Shut up and go away," she spoke from the inside.
He rolled his eyes and lifted the lid. "I don't think you were supposed to put all of these blankets in here," he said frankly, staring at the large mound of red that met his eyes.
"Go to hell," she spoke again, her voice muffled. Duo winced.
"Could you act civil to me?" he said softly.
"No," she said angrily. "I don't want to, I just want to die."
Duo pulled the blankets away from her, watching her face closely. "You don't mean that."
"I do... I swear. I hate this! I hate everything here! I want to die! Please! They die!" she shrieked frantically, waving out the door. "I hate this! I didn't want it!"
He winced, looking into her eyes. "You need to be calm," he said softly. "Think about it, do you really, truly, honestly want to die?"
The red eyes, always full of taunting wisdom, seemed blank. 'Can it be that she truly wants to die?' he thought, trying to find a spark of sanity in the blood-like pools. 'There is none,' he realized. 'Not a drop.'
She forced a smile, so obviously fake, onto her face. "I'm fine now," she said as she wiped her eyes. "Perhaps I should get ready for the day?"
His heart screamed against his actions, yet he nodded. "Yes, that is a good plan." Silently, he shut the lid on her coffin, and climbed into his own. The deep, trance-like sleep claimed him quickly.
...
As the last rays of light slid away, allowing the night's darkness to claim the room, Duo's eyes snapped open. A great feeling of wrongness filled his entire being. 'Is it just me, or is the lid heavier now?' he wondered as he pushed his way out of his 'bed'.
Her coffin was empty. The wrongness increased. 'Why do I feel this upset?' he thought as he stepped into the still night.
She met him. Not in her mortal-mockery of a form, not in a shifted illusion-shape, but definitely her. An image of muddy ash. He reached out with a shaking finger, to stroke the grey cheek. Her form crumbled beneath his fingers, and scattered on a sudden breeze.
Duo's large eyes filled with tears. She was gone... She had sacrificed herself to the sunlight, and she was truly gone, dead.
He was alone.
to be continued...
Good Kat: Did anyone see that coming? I didn't! I thought "Oh, lets write another pointless chapter!" And this happened! I didn't even think about killing off the girl vampire. ^_^ Oh, well. It did make it more interesting in my mind!
Kaitrei muse: That is so you... throw a plot twist in the first chapter, and kill everyone put the pilots.
Good Kat: ^_^ And your point is? Well everyone... Be ready for the next chapter...
All: ^_^ Not another Gundam Wing vampire fic!
KtOF: Yeah! Good work! Now! Anybody who's reading this, I have chosen to put to use the popular (slightly tired) topic of GW/Vamps! Heeheehee... and it might turn out serious, too! Duo comes into this chapter... but he's the only one so far. Muah... I hate the summary... but I couldn't think of nething. So whatever. I won't keep you from the fic any longer, so I just have several things to say!
Quatre: [ Five Hours Later ]
_____________|_____________
Kat: Finally... this is based on Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles... I use how she talks about vampires (weaknesses) But none of the characters show up. Bubye now!
Disclaimer: Don' own Gundam Wing... Or Vampire Chronicles ^_^ BUT Kat is my muse.
Warnings: Possible shounen ai in future... strangness... alternate universe (duh)... don't like vampies, don't come hither.
...
Licking the final traces of blood from his lips, Duo Maxwell slipped out of the bar. "Must you insist on going for the idiots who are stoned past sanity?" a soft voice spoke from the shadows. Duo grinned as his companion stepped into the light, shaking a long braid over her shoulder.
"Yeah," he laughed slightly, allowing violet eyes to scan the scenery.
"I don't know why I bother," she whined, sitting next to him. "I want some chocolate..."
"You're dead, you can't eat chocolate!"
"The unattainable is always more appealing."
"I didn't understand that..."
"Moron."
He smiled, baring fangs at her shadowy form. "Is that the best you got?" he teased, watching as red eyes rolled. The interesting thing about them, like many other vampires, were their eyes. Always brighter than a normal mortals, his being violet, and her's red.
Scarlet lips quirked up from his thoughts. "Pondering life's mysteries, Maxwell? Oooo, deep," she taunted. They had a love-hate relationship, if you could call what they had a relationship.
Neither shirked to tell the other, often at the top of their lungs, that at the first sign of another vampire, they were out. He resented his stupidity, creating her, and she resented him forcing her to leave her friends and family.
"What kind of person did you slaughter tonight?" he asked, trying to quell the anger inside him.
She scowled, killing had always been a point of offense for her. "You, if you don't shut up," her voice murmured. Turning, she slipped out into the light, ghosting down the empty streets.
"What are you looking for?" he asked as he caught up. She flashed him a glare, shaking her head slightly. 'How long until I can leave her?' Duo thought to himself, studying her closely. To any mortal, she would seem to be sixteen, as did he.
She glared at him again. "I don't need a keeper," she reminded.
"Sure you don't," he agreed. "But you're only two-hundred and four. So, I'll just watch your back."
As she shook her head fiercely, he noticed water flying off her face. "That sounded really dumb, you know," she said angrily. "And it's two hundred and five."
A burst of speed lead her away from him, leaving one thought in his mind. 'Dammit.'
...
Duo walked quietly into their dark house, walking up to the dark coffin sitting, closed, in the basement. Following some strange rule of etiquette, he knocked politely on the top. "Shut up and go away," she spoke from the inside.
He rolled his eyes and lifted the lid. "I don't think you were supposed to put all of these blankets in here," he said frankly, staring at the large mound of red that met his eyes.
"Go to hell," she spoke again, her voice muffled. Duo winced.
"Could you act civil to me?" he said softly.
"No," she said angrily. "I don't want to, I just want to die."
Duo pulled the blankets away from her, watching her face closely. "You don't mean that."
"I do... I swear. I hate this! I hate everything here! I want to die! Please! They die!" she shrieked frantically, waving out the door. "I hate this! I didn't want it!"
He winced, looking into her eyes. "You need to be calm," he said softly. "Think about it, do you really, truly, honestly want to die?"
The red eyes, always full of taunting wisdom, seemed blank. 'Can it be that she truly wants to die?' he thought, trying to find a spark of sanity in the blood-like pools. 'There is none,' he realized. 'Not a drop.'
She forced a smile, so obviously fake, onto her face. "I'm fine now," she said as she wiped her eyes. "Perhaps I should get ready for the day?"
His heart screamed against his actions, yet he nodded. "Yes, that is a good plan." Silently, he shut the lid on her coffin, and climbed into his own. The deep, trance-like sleep claimed him quickly.
...
As the last rays of light slid away, allowing the night's darkness to claim the room, Duo's eyes snapped open. A great feeling of wrongness filled his entire being. 'Is it just me, or is the lid heavier now?' he wondered as he pushed his way out of his 'bed'.
Her coffin was empty. The wrongness increased. 'Why do I feel this upset?' he thought as he stepped into the still night.
She met him. Not in her mortal-mockery of a form, not in a shifted illusion-shape, but definitely her. An image of muddy ash. He reached out with a shaking finger, to stroke the grey cheek. Her form crumbled beneath his fingers, and scattered on a sudden breeze.
Duo's large eyes filled with tears. She was gone... She had sacrificed herself to the sunlight, and she was truly gone, dead.
He was alone.
to be continued...
Good Kat: Did anyone see that coming? I didn't! I thought "Oh, lets write another pointless chapter!" And this happened! I didn't even think about killing off the girl vampire. ^_^ Oh, well. It did make it more interesting in my mind!
Kaitrei muse: That is so you... throw a plot twist in the first chapter, and kill everyone put the pilots.
Good Kat: ^_^ And your point is? Well everyone... Be ready for the next chapter...