Alright ya'll here we go! its shorter than usual but its a chapter! Have fun!
Title: Blood Lust
By: Neko-Yasha Formally Known as Hikari-Chan and Relena Peacecraft
Rating: R
Warnings: Mostly Het, some Yaoi and Yuri on the vampires part because it is my understanding they know no gender- just fuck who ever looks good to them. Explicit Language- some very light lime.
Pairings: 1XR, 2X Honey Starheart, 3X Marikka Morgan, 4X Tamara Yugi (changed for the sake of the fic), 5X Sally, 6X Noin
Disclaimer: I don't own didily squat! blah!
Inspiration: Blade, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Angel, Charmed, The Big Book Of Terrorizing Creatures, our own insane dumb fuck minds- Ok Have fun now! ^ ^
Category: Horror/Romance/Action-Adventure/ a tiny bit of Humor/ er uhm… yeah
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Blood Lust: Chapter VII, Revenge Of The Halfling
Food was hard to find on these bare streets... the orphan boys knew that all their lives. It was hard. This boy was merely ten years old, however, for some strange reason able to take care of himself... That's why he never went to an orphanage and didn't plan on going. Ever...
He was alone, a rouge. Ever since that... thing... Took his parents life. Both of them were out numbered. He hated that race, what ever it was. Those people. Forever he would hate them for the pain they caused.
That fateful night three years ago. He was seven, out shopping with his parents. He can't remember when he was so happy before then. Just being with his family made him a happy kid. Until they took a wrong turn. They were jumped by the most horrifying of creatures. Eyes glowed blood red, and the warm liquid stained their lips and teeth. They were monsters.
Amazingly, they spared him when he heard the cries of pain from his mother and his father fighting to protect them both... Then he told him to run, as far as he could. He'd never forget that night. Or the time he went back hours later to find them both, dead on the cold floor.
There was no way he could find food tonight, yet he was hungry as all hell... Quietly he stepped past a gate to Sunny Side Orphanage. It was a tall building, over-run with vines on the walls and only a few windows glowed lamp light. Pearl color paint glowed in the moon's light and he could smell the aroma of food cooked for the kids.
He wished he could have that food without having to stay there. Trowa liked being on his own and he never intended to join any club for the homeless. Still... Food was hard to resist.
Placing one hand on the black bar gate, he looked at the space between each bar... maybe just barely big enough for him to squeeze through. He looked to make sure no one was watching him or to see there were no dogs about the yard. He decided he would only take what he needed then leave on his way. In and out just like that.
He sucked in his stomach and placed one leg through then an arm and shoulder. When there was resistance he began to push his body through, the squeeze tight, and hard on his hips. Then he stopped for a moment thinking he was stuck. "Crap." He muttered to himself, now determined to get through.
He jerked his body and slipped the rest of him right through the gap, the extra inertia tossing him to the grass below. He decided he would just climb over when he came out, it might be less painful.
Immediately, Trowa was back on his feet and running through the empty play yard. Wind picked up... cold wind, and it blew the creaky swing set around, startling the young boy. He began to investigate for a back door or a pantry.
Something strange was scaring him right now. Just an eerie feeling. Something was telling him to get inside. Get out of the night. Then he heard a demon like growl from behind him. Whipping his head around he looked to see it... The glowing red eyes and dark frame. He backed up slowly to a door, turning to see the knob. He grabbed it and turned frantically when the creature charged.
There was no time for him to be silent anymore, he banged on the door yelling," Help!!" He looked back, it was walking to him slowly now, as if it knew nothing was going to help him. He kept banging on the door, now his back turned to it. He said nothing now, looking around for escape, but found none.
Suddenly the door was opened, and lamp light poured out. He felt his shoulder being grabbed and yanked into the building, the door slammed, then a hard thump against it. He stumbled back, then scooted across the floor breathing hard in horror and anxiety, until his back was against the wall. He looked up at the closed door... a large gold cross was painted on it.
Now he was curious as to who had heard him. Who had come to save him? A young woman was looking out the window, her hair brown and split to the sides. She picked up a cross hanging off a nail," Be gone Demon! Be gone and go back to your master!" She was yelling... wait... That was a demon!?
Once satisfied the vampire had left she turned and smiled with kind eyes to Trowa," You shouldn't be out alone at night little one." Then she stepped to him and offered a hand to help him up.
Trowa just starred blankly, still a little shocked of recent events. Innocent green eyes starred back into kind blue. "Come on now I won't bite you... My name is Sally, I'm the teacher here." Reluctantly, Trowa took her hand and she helped him up. "I'm... I'm Trowa..." She seemed interested," That's a nice name, good to meet you Trowa.... where are your parents at this hour? Surely their worried about you?"
He shook his head,"... No....they...Their gone."
"Gone?"
"Killed... by one of those things...."
Sally looked over her shoulder out the window," Oh my, you poor thing... Well stay here if you like, there's plenty of room." She offered her hand again. He starred a moment. Then took her hand and she led him out of what looked like the laundry room.
They came to a room that looked lit up and happy. Bright and full of laughter. There were toys everywhere, ones for small children and ones for kids his age. For about another three years Trowa began to think of Sally as a second mother. He was always helping her during class, learning as much as he could about the world... He was strangely happy. None of the other kids had a clue of his past though. No not one knew that vampires existed. That's why he was the only one who had special classes. Sally was what they called a 'hunter.' A person who went out at night on patrol for vampires. She worked with some man named Peacecraft and his two children. One boy that was older than him and a girl that had to be a year or two younger. She taught him how to make weapons, how to fight, and how to destroy them. He enjoyed these classes. He wanted vengeance for his parent's deaths.
His life was changing for the better. Until that one night...The night sadness came into his life again. He was 13, he and Sally out on patrol. Cold laughter echoed in the alleyway they resided in. Sally with a cross bow ready to fire,"... Where are you Wufei...."
"Where your eyes can not see mortal."
Trowa looked around, "Only in this realm will the eyes of the innocent find me." Trowa was glaring, stake in hand and silver bullet loaded in a handgun. "Come out!" He yelled, getting sick of the games the vampire prince played.
Back to back they stood, ready at fire. Then He struck, slashing Sally across her face, She went down. "No you don't!" Yelled Trowa and he fired in the direction Wufei had run, growling slightly at his miss. He ran to Sally's side and stood guard waiting. "Are you ok?"
"Yes I'm fine... remember what I taught you Trowa."
He nodded and aimed ready for the fight,".... come out coward..."
"I think not little boy, Our time to fight will come someday, though not tonight. Nothing personal, I'm just a little.... thirsty." Then he was knocked down from behind, and he heard the scream of her being slashed, blood splashed onto his cheek. "Sally!" He turned and fired straight at Wufei, but the vampire avoided, running off into the night, his evil cackle echoing. "I'll be back for you someday boy!"
Trowa ran to her side. She was breathing but her neck and sides beat up badly. He looked to her arm... broken, the bone through the skin. "Can you sit up?" He asked her. She tried to shake her head, but it hurt to badly. This was nothing his training was prepared for. "Did you drink?" Once again she answered no.
He reached into her pocket and dialed for an ambulance... That night he learned... She was now paralyzed from the waist down... Wufei had snapped her back. She couldn't help him anymore and if he stayed with her they would come back.
"Trowa come here..." He heard her pulling him out of his thoughts as she lay in the hospital bed.
He nodded and was by her side in a matter of seconds,"... This is it my boy... You've been trained enough... I want you to go live with Mr. Peacecraft... "
"But-"
"Don't argue... The orphanage is safe enough for me, there are spells from givers to last me till I die." She stroked back a strand of hair,"... Now, Mr. Peacecraft will be here soon to take you in. He will take care of you and you will train with your colleagues Relena and Milliardo.... Behave for him Trowa."
The young boy nodded... She may be paralyzed but at least she wasn't dead...Like his real mother.
That night when he walked out of the hospital and said the last of his good byes he was not longer just Trowa Barton... He was a Hunter. Simple and True, a hunter.
***
This was it now, Heero would fight his own flesh and blood to save her. To the bitter end. He knew she was no longer his sister Terry... She was a blood sucking monster. He smiled slightly as she charged at him, her teeth bared and nails ready to sink into his flesh. But it wouldn't be that easy.
He stepped to the side, and dodged another of her swipes then ducked down, tripping her. "Come now Terry, you're my blood line I thought you'd fight better than that." She smiled," Oh I'm just getting warmed up." Within seconds she was on her feet, and like lightning she thrust her fist striking his face.
Taken aback that she had actually hit him, Heero stepped back. "So... you want to play hard ball... alright I'm game." And he charged her, jumping into the air, with every intention of delivering a blow from his foot to her face, for a quick knock out.
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At first she refused... but the scent was so... appealing to her... It filled her senses and she was losing control. "Duo, get away from me."
"Drink..."
"I wont..."
"Just do it! I'm giving you blood to keep your soul!" She screamed again. Then hunger and pain of trying to keep back was getting worse. She was squirming on the ground. The smell of his blood so intoxicating. Then he put his arm to her lips," Now Honey!" That was when she suddenly she lost control... She didn't know what she was doing anymore. She grabbed his arm and didn't bite... just drank. He flexed his arm... the rush going through him.
Then he closed his eyes... His blood was rushing, being pulled and sucked right out of the vein in his arm. Was this what it felt like when a vampire was sucking your blood out? He started to grow tired... from the loss of blood, but he couldn't fall asleep. He opened his eyes and looked at her, drinking hungrily.
They started to roll back," H... Honey stop..." It was like she didn't hear him. His blood filled her mouth and just tasted so good to her... She couldn't get enough. Duo started to hallucinate. Scenes from his past started to flood back. When his mother left him crying in the streets... The fire that burned the church he lived in, and the ones responsible. The red eyes of the ones responsible. When Sister Helen died in his arms and blessed him.
"Honey please...s-stop. Your going to... oh God..." If she kept drinking his blood she was going to kill him. "S... STOP!" Then as if on cue she suddenly let go of him, her eyes flashing bright white light, as something came back inside her. What Duo assumed to be her soul. "Bout time..." He fell back, tired and still bleeding. Now he was just slightly pale from loss of blood. Beads of sweat running down his nose, he pushed himself to sit up and watched as the light from her eyes died away, and the fangs in her mouth retracted.
Then she collapsed back down breathing hard. "Why...." She coughed... Her soul was back inside her and she felt guilty for drinking from him like that. For not stopping sooner. "Why didn't you just kill me!?" She forced herself to sit up, a tear trailing her face. "I couldn't bring myself too." She started to cover her eyes. She didn't let anyone see her cry, not ever.
"....But this is a fate worse than death...Duo now I have to drink blood to live, I've now become everything I stand against...." She couldn't stop them now. They'd come... No matter how hard she tried, the tears would come.
She felt her skin... cold as death. And her color pale, her eyes no longer the soft sunny blue they always were... They were cold and gray now. Like Heero's we're. "I've become one of them..."
She was surprised when warm arms were suddenly wrapped around her, hugging her close. Her back to his chest and his head resting on her shoulder. "No, you'll never be like them... Your not soulless Honey... and we'll find a way to make you human again, we'll restore you, I swear it."
She looked down at his arms,"...Y...You're not afraid to touch me?" She glanced to her shoulder. He answered by hugging her tighter," I'd never be...We're in this together Hun. We'll think of something." for a moment they were both silent. Then she nodded. "Yes... but I...I smell something. Tamara's close by I can sense her... And Heero... I bet there fighting...They need our help Duo."
He nodded,".. Well let's stop feeling sorry for ourselves and bolt then." A confidant smile came across his face. This was the Duo Maxwell she knew, full of bright humor. Not the sadness he harbored before. He stood offering his hand to her. She took it and to the door they went. Honey examining it... If she was correct, with new demonic strength she could bust it down no problem.
While she did that, Duo stood off to the side, thinking as he loaded crossbows and guns... How Wufei had sent that pack of vamps that day. In broad daylight, The Maxwell church was set a blaze... Father Maxwell dying in his sleep... and he stayed with sister Helen till she took her last breath. That was when he truly started to believe God existed. She blessed him and it was a miracle he survived... but still he was angry. The most important people in the world had been taken from him. Later in life his friend, Milliardo, taken into betrayal... He wondered in sleepless nights, if everything he touched would shatter... every person he got close to would die.
But there was no reason to dwell on that now. He met Trowa and became a hunter after working at a bar for two or three years after that. And the day he met Honey and got on her bad side had to be the most hilarious day of his life.... Good times he remembered. Now those days were in danger of shattering again... He had to protect those precious memories... and especially the ones he loved now.
Suddenly he heard a slam and looked up. Sure enough, Honey was right and the door was on the ground. She smirked slightly looking back at him.
" Get your cap Junior, were goin to the ball game." She grinned, and out they both went in hot pursuit and ready for a hell of a fight.
***
"Come now Brother dear, get up!" Heero had been thrown back into a wall... a dirty trick he had not expected. He growled slightly glaring at Terry and whipping the blood from his lip. "I have the strangest feeling you're holding back Heero..." Wufei cunningly stated as he stepped down from his throne. Then slipping his fingers in Relena's hair, her face becoming disgusted by his touch.
"Perhaps I should motivate that inner anger of yours?" Then he grabbed her hair yanking her head back. "Let go of my hair before I decide to take actions of my own!"
"Quiet girl, or I'll just slit your throat now... this fight is merely entertainment..." Wufei smirked again."
"A bit confidant aren't you?" Heero stood, a new, twisted look in his eyes... A mixture of pure evil and the anger he felt. Within a blink of an eye, a silver dagger had left Heero's hand, pinning Chinese silk to the wall behind Relena. "Touch her again... and I won't miss..."
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In the darkest of halls, Tamara had suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, a violent surge of pain rushing to her head. She fell to the floor on her knees," T-Tamara, you ok?!" Quatre kneeled beside her.
The images were blurred a little. Flashes of Heero's face glazed past her closed eyes in her special mind. Another girl... She looked almost identical to him... The similarity was to close, she had to be a relative... But why would he fight family? She held her head in pain, it feeling like someone had split it wide open with a battle axe, than dumping hot molting lava right inside to burn her brain. Yet just as soon as it came the pain was gone and Tamara found herself lying on the floor and starring up into the kind eyes that were Quatre's.
"Tamara?" He blinked.
"....Visions..." She coughed and sat up, the blonde rookie helping her to her feet. "We have to find Heero."
"Huh? Why? Right now?"
"Yes!" She looked down the passageways they had choices of. One she sensed safety, it probably was the way directly out of this hell hole... The other she sensed only danger and pure evil. Her gut wrenched as she tried to make the decision of where to go... The smart person would go the safe route... But a giver, like herself who sensed light in the darkness... took danger.
And down this dark path they went, footsteps echoing in empty halls, Quatre drawing his silver sword out, and taking lead. He turned where Tamara told him, looking back and checking on her every few seconds. Suddenly he stopped, Tamara running into him,"... er... we've got company..." The both of them starred up at some exceptionally tall vampires, beads of red glaring down at them.
"eh...Slicey dicey?" asked Tamara nervously.
"Love to." Quatre took a swing, destroying the first, then three more came. "Take the giver!" Earie dead voices said, one knocking Quatre aside for they had not a need for him just yet. As cold hands grabbed Tamara's wrist and yanked her towards them, she screamed. Kicking them," LET GO!"
Then she thrust out her hands in panic, a blast of hot white light sprayed out of them, first killing their flesh, then causing their bones to disintegrate. She looked up as she heard hurried foot steps to run away,".... wha-...huh... Did I do that?" She blinked starring at her hands. Then Quatre smiled at the confused girl, helping her to her feet. "We'd better hurry." She nodded and off they went again.
How can she be so damn fast!? The prophesized champion thought to himself as the blood sucking soldier dodged almost all of his assaults. Quickly he jumped over one of her deadly kicks and slammed his own fist into her jaw, throwing her back only slightly. Terry held that side of her face, and licked up the slightest taste of blood around her mouth. Her own blood.
Then, Heero took a hurried slash at Terry with his bare hands. Deep down he did not want to kill her at all, but now he saw he had to. This wasn't the happy sister he had when he was young. This was a monster he was fighting. Easily Terry avoided his assault, ducking under his hands and ramming him in the gut with her head. Now winded Heero fell back, and before he could even look up, she was in the air and delivered a powerful kick to the same place.
He was on the ground now and could hear them all laughing at him... They all started chanting," Half-ling..." Over and over he heard that word in his head. He looked up cringing at the strange pain in his chest... His sister was walking towards Wufei, and she knelt before him.
The vampire king, merely smiled cruelly towards Heero," You see chosen one? You cannot win in this territory.." Then he unsheathed a sword, holding the hilt to Terry. Gladly she accepted and smiled with sympathy to Heero," Pity, you would have made a good soldier here, brother... Now... Let's end this!" And she took off towards him, silver sword in hand and ready to strike him dead.
He had to think quickly, get out of the way, stop her, and do something before the sword came down. Beside him were the red curtains of the entrance to this chamber. Acting quickly, he grabbed a hand full of cloth and yanked hard, bringing it all down. Then he took the poll that held it above the door and just as Terry brought the blade down, he used it to stop the deadly attack, blocking from his chest and neck.
"HA! A futile attempt to save you! You can't hold that poll their forever Halfling!" She said in utter amusement and only pushed down harder on the sword, Heero using all the resistance in the muscles of his arms and body to keep the blade from slicing him. It was no use... He would have to resort to extreme measures. "I will have my revenge!"
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I am finished! MUAHAHAHAHA!
Relena: DAMN YOU! I HATE CLIFF HANGERS!
Really? I love em...
Relena: WHY DO YOU DO SO MANY DAMN CLIFF HANGERS!?
Just to drive you crazy really....
Relena: .... I hate you....
I know ^ ^ Anyways, Teasers!
Teasers: On the next exciting chapter of Blood Lust! Marikka and Trowa look on to the fight, Relena trying to get out of her locks, will Heero be able to call his strength and defeat his own sister? Will Tamara get there in time to stop the killing? What will Honey and Duo do now? Is Relena EVER going to get the hell out of that hell hole? Find out in Blood Lust, Chapter 8: The Lights in the Shadows.
