Author's Note: Hey peeps! Here's chapter two. It's a lot longer than the first chapter (Yay!). The first chapter was basically a look back in time to explain how our handsome vampire reached this time. Hope you like it! And, as always, please review. I'm open to all suggestions!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, Sailor Moon, Dracula... yada yada yada... *snore*

A Tale Re-Told

Chapter Two: A New Life

Chicago, 2001:

Mina sighed as she and her best friend, Usagi, finally finished putting all of the new releases on the shelf. She picked up the box to one of the new horror flicks that had just come out. "I can't believe that people actually watch this stuff. It looks so tacky." She made a face and put the box back on the shelf. She turned around, expecting Usagi to be behind her.

"Usa?" no one answered, "C'mon Usa, this isn't funny," Mina said, going around another shelf of videos.

"BOO!"

Mina screamed. Her arm hit the shelf next to her, knocking it and it's contents over onto the floor.

"Usagi! Why did you do that!?" Mina screamed, turning around to glare at her friend.

"Because it's fun to scare you. You completely spaz out." Usagi grinned and started laughing when she received another glare from Mina.

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Two figures stood outside the store looking in at the two girls. The taller one had light brown hair with dark emerald eyes. He wore a dark green turtleneck and blue jeans. He was also wearing a black leather coat that went down to his knees. The shorter one had messy dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. He was wearing a black tank top and blue jeans. He was also wearing a black leather coat.

"Do you think she's the one?" the taller man whispered to the other.

"Positive, she looks the same as she did over one-hundred years ago."

"Should we go in and get them?"

"No," the shorter man sighed, "We'll leave them alone as long as we can."

The taller man nodded. "Ok then, let's go." The two men walked slowly away from the store where the two girls were working, and into the night.

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London, England:

Quatre sat at his desk deep in thought. The paper work around him forgotten, he stood up and walked across the lavishly furnished room to the door. When he opened the door, he came face to face with a man that had violet eyes and a long chestnut colored braid that hung down to his waist. Before Quatre could speak, the braided boy had pushed him back into the office and locked the door.

"They found her." said the braided boy as he flopped down into one of the large leather chairs.

"Really Duo?" Quatre said, going back to his desk. "That's excellent!"

"Yeah, but I hope that you're wrong. I hope we don't have to take her away from the peaceful life that she's finally been able to lead." Duo said, looking at his blond haired friend.

Quatre sighed. "I know Duo. But we HAVE to do whatever we can to keep HIM away from her."

"Jeez Quatre! He's been in a fucking coffin under lock and key for the past one hundred fucking years! What makes you so sure he's gonna get out now!? What the hell do you think we were trained for!? We didn't put up with Heero's father's crap for nothing! There's now fucking way he's gonna get out!"

Quatre looked away from his friend and walked over to the window. "I don't know Duo. I know that we were trained to be the guardian's of that coffin so he would never roam the earth again. All I know is that she's the one."

Duo stood up. "The one what?"

Quatre looked at the old, abandoned building across the street. He turned around and faced Duo. "The one he's been waiting a century for. The one he will spend eternity with."

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"C'mon Fred, let's get out of here."

"Stop being such a baby George. You know that if we want to fit in there, we have to do this. Besides, the others all said that they did it."

The two boys walked down the street and stopped in front of a large abandoned-looking building.

"I don't feel so good…" George said, clutching his stomach.

Fred rolled his eyes and grabbed George's arm, pulling him forward. "Let's get going. All we have to do is stay in the basement of this place until midnight, the we're home free."

They walked into the building and stopped right inside of the door. "Ok, we're in, let's go." Said George as he turned around and tried to go back out the door.

"They said midnight, in the basement. Don't be such a wuss." Fred pulled George to the staircase that led down to the basement and practically dragged him down the stairs.

They reached the bottom of the stairs and walked into a room covered with old cob webs and dust. The room reeked of something awful, something neither Fred nor George could name, death. They walked around the room in disbelief. "There's nothing here." George said, "I can't believe there's nothing here. I thought this place was supposed to be haunted or something."

"George… come over here."

"Why? What is it?"

"Would you just get over here!"

"Fine! What is it?"

Fred pointed to a small gap in the wall where mist seemed to be coming through. "A secret passage."

George walked over to the wall and pushed. He jumped back when the wall swung open revealing a small room covered with crucifixes of all sizes. In the center of the room was a large coffin with crosses carved into it.

"Whoa…" the two boy's echoed.

"What's that thing?" George whispered.

"It's a coffin stupid. What else could it be?" Fred muttered as he walked over to the table where the coffin was.

"W-what do you think you're doing!?" George grabbed Fred's arm and tried to pull him back.

"I'm gonna find out what's inside, stupid." Fred reached out and touched one of the silver latches shaped like crosses on the coffin. "It's stuck" he muttered when he tried to open it.

"C'mon Fred, let's get out of here." George glanced around the room worriedly. He could have sworn that the temperature in the room had dropped drastically when Fred had touched the coffin.

"Do way, they probably set this up to scare us." Fred gave up trying to pull the cross off the coffin. "Maybe if I turn it…" Fred gripped the cross tightly and began to turn it. As he did this, mist began to pour out of the coffin as it opened.

"F-Fred… l-lets get out of here!" George whispered as he slowly backed away from the coffin.

Fred ignored him and leaned over the side of the coffin. "Just wait… I want to see wha…" his sentence was cut off abruptly when a hand shot out from the coffin and grabbed Fred's throat. A man with jet-black hair what hung loosely to his shoulder's sat up in the coffin.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" the man said. He grinned, revealing his extremely sharp fangs. "Ah, fresh blood. I've been so hungry for so long."

George stared in horror when the man in the coffin grabbed his best friend's throat. Then, suddenly, the man looked over at him, staring at him with cold, black eyes. His heart stopped. He had never been so scared in his entire life. George ran out of the room as fast as he could and didn't stop to catch his breath until he was three blocks away. The last thing he thought of before passing out on the dark corner, was the site of the man in the coffin drinking his best friend's blood.

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Wufei threw the limp body of the young boy on the floor and stepped out of his coffin. He stood up and stretched slowly. He then walked out of the room and went up the stairs to the front door. "Now, my love, you will be mine. The won't keep me from you this time… We are destined to be together, forever…"

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Author's Note: That's it for chapter two! Hope you liked it! Chapter three will be out as soon as I write it... ^_^