Gomen Gomen! excuse the bad spelling and grammar in this chapter, such luxuries were unavailable, and the format is gonna suck a little too... well anyways ITS THE LAST CHAPTER!! yay!!! I hope you all enjoy it... I went a little over board, it took forever to write X.x
Title: Blood Lust
By: Neko-Yasha Formally Known as Hikari-Chan, with some help from Relena Peacecraft
Rating: R
Warnings: All you Yaoi lovers-there is very little of it in here due to the face I believe all the Pilots are Hetero and I like writing fanfics about "breeders" because its more appealing to my imagination. So all you Relly Bashers, bai bai see ya ^ ^ Read if ya want but don't say I didn't warn you. There may be a bit Yaoi and Yuri hinted because It's my thinking Vampire's know no gender- just go with whoever looks good to them. Anyway Lots of Blood, Death, intense romance and Adult Language. Have fun now *grin *
Pairings: Okay theres 1XR, 2XOC Honey Starheart cuz Hilde scares me, 3XOC Marikka Morgan, cuz no ones paired with Trowa and Catherine is his sister you sickos! 4XOC Tamara Yuy cuz the eyebrows on Dorothy scare me and I don't think Quatre is Yaoi… not proven but I don't think it. 5Xsally, cuz I think Sallys cool, and Last but not least, 6X Noin! Blah! don't say I didn't warn you people!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Gundam Wing got it? or anything else displayed that I don't own so blah!
Inspiration: Blade, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Angel, Charmed, The Big Book Of Terrorizing Creatures, my own insane dumb fuck mind- Ok Have fun now! ^ ^
Category: Horror/Romance/Action-Adventure/ a tiny bit of Humor/ Neko's insanity…
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Blood Lust: CH. X, The Angel's Blade
She stood, wiping blood from her lips anger clear in her eyes. The door slammed... Kishko had left. Terry was only awake and about a mere minute before she started to explore her surroundings... right now, an escape was appropriate. She needed to get out of here and find the others. They all needed to get out of here... and She had to get out before Kishko returned to inflict more pain upon her already aching body. Coughing a little she stepped lightly, not entending on making much noise and in hopes they would get out soon.
She stepped past white, blood stained curtains and found herself upon a balcony, overlooking a ballroom. ~Ballroom? What is this place some sort of caslte?~ She had deffinately never been here before in the most of her life she was a souless being. Concluded of her plan she started towards the edge of the balcony. There was no one to be found near, she would have to take this opportunity to make a break for it. At the moment, she could care less if she were injured, and forgetting she was mortal again, she jumped from the balcony, landing wrong on her angkle and feeling an immense shot of pain up her leg.
She let out a quip of pain... there was no time for that... she forced herself to her feet, beginning to walk with a limp. Her shoes made a light clack on the black marble floor, walls brown with various tapastries... taking a gander at them, they were all... of death... vampires killing humans. Disgusted at these images, she was reminded of her past sins... guilt overcame her and she felt pretty lousy as she took off a little quicker into the darkened halls... Rounding a corner she came to a set of rooms. All dark, with one window upon them. Black walls to match the doors... Reluctantly did she chance herself down such a hallway, progressing towards the end of the hall.
***
She pushed herself to sit up. They had fallen? Tamara sat up shaking her head," ugh... where am I?" She looked around in confusion, her delecuite gaze fell upon the blonde boy beside her. "Quatre?" She gently nudged him. "Quatre?" No response. He lied there, motionless... had he hit his head? Slight fear in her eyes and concern sprawled across her face she took a look around the room. They were in some sort of... run down hotel room? "What magic is this?" They we're in the vampire realm below the city, how could they suddenly be in a hotel room?
"Oh no.. what if I..." The thought crossed her mind. What if in her moment of utter fear she used her powers to teleport Quatre and herself away from the danger of the underground world. "Oh No.. what if I left them for dead!?" Frantic, Tamara rose to her feet and shook Quatre to wake him up," Please Quatre! Wake up!" His eyes did not open. She then let go of him and ran to the door ripping it open, beggining to step out," IYA!"
A great wind was trying to pull her from the safety of the untrustworthy room. So she closed the door, before it could suck her out. Terrified, she scrambled away from the slammed door back to Quatre's side... Starting to sob in helplessness. "Quatre please wake up... I'm scared..." She felt silly. Like a small child crying for its mother. As if on que he started to stir. "Ugh..." He turned his head, groaning in anguish. At the sound of his protest of coming back to conciousness Tamara shrieked in delight, and swung her arms around him, hugging tightly. A relief he wasnt hurt badly. "Ow! Ow! Watch the back, watch the back!" he groaned as she clung to him tightly," Oh I'm sorry!"
Little did the teens know, they were being watched, caught up in a sick game... Kishko looked on from a dark room, through a mirror... "Hmn...Young lovers, yet one must remain pure... now how to currupt such innocense?" The cruel grin appeared on his blood stained lips again as he summoned dark demons," Yutari... you are a lust demon are you not?"
A dark figure stepped forward," Yes m'lord..." A cold shaking voice whispered from beneath a black hooded cloak.
Kiskho smirked," See that the giver is... 'de-purified.' Her powers to ressurect the dead will dissapear if she's broken." And this so called 'King' stepped away to relax in the comfort of his throne. "Consider it done..."
She was holding on to him so closely. His warm arms secure around her as they stayed near a corner, rapping on the door making her jump everysooften. But close he held her. They said nothing, but shook in the fear that they would be killed in the strange storm outside the door.
~You want her~
What the?
~You want her so bad its killing you~
What in the world?
~Quatre looked at Tamara... she was so...close to him... and so beautiful...~
And so what if I do?
~Take her...~
WHAT!?
~TAKE HER! You know you want to... look at her... She's so close to you, she's practically begging you to touch her...~
T-T-Touch her!?
~Yes... TOUCH her...~
B-But what... what if she refuses, or what if she is offended or what if-
~Look at her eyes! She wants you... Kiss her, she wants you too...~
This hissing voice in his head was right... she was starring at him...
~You want him to touch you...~
Touch me?
~Yes... touch you... let him lavish you with affection like you've been dreaming~
But I nev-
~Let him take you... Experience doesn't matter... He wants you... He wants to kiss you... let him kiss you...~
Her innocent eyes starred into his, his palms were getting sweaty. Their tempratures were rising, and lust between them grew. She wanted Quatre to kiss her, she wanted this boy to touch her... and he gladly did. Slowly, he leaned down, and laid his soft lips across her's pressing gently. His hands moved up her back and rested her on the floor. Tamara rose her hands up and wrapped them around his neck, letting her lips part and allowing him access to her mouth. It tasted sweet to him, her tongue rubbing to his.
~Yes... now kiss her neck... put your hands on her...~
He didn't know this voice telling him to do these things... all he knew was that he wanted to. He was almost completely under its controll, as he began slipping his hands up her sides.
~Let him touch you... Let him take you...~
But... I'm... I'm not ready!
~You're more than ready... You want him to take you~
Who are you!?
He began to kiss down her neck, and resisting the temptation to fondle her chest... She didn't know what came over her, but she picked up his hand and moved it there. His eyes widened in shock... was she suggesting what he thought she was? Not in words but in her actions. Things were starting to heat up... it was starting to get hot in the room.
~Take off her clothes...~
What? NO!
~Take them off her now!~
I wont!
~DO IT!~
The voice was getting angry with him, but just then he heard her wimper, subcontiously, he had begun to squeeze her," Oh I'm sorry!" He suddenly let go, flushed and a fear in his eyes so plain. They broke away, her arms still round his neck as he held her. "Oh God Tamara, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you."
~Tell him you liked it...~
"No Quatre I..." She stopped...
Why should I?
~Because you did...~
THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!
In the heat of this moment, she slammed his lips to hers and kissed hard, not knowing what had come over her. Their eyes were closed, and Quatre emmiting a low moan from his throat at her agressive kiss.
~TAKE HER NOW!~
I WONT! SHUT UP!
***
Terry walked the hall, and she stopped a moment... her ears picked up the distant sound of... moaning?... whimpering... They sounded like familiar voices... She stepped closer to a door and listened. These sounds were the sounds of... Pleasure... Knowing this couldn't be right of her, she peered into the window of the black door anyway... Her eyes shot open THE GIVER!? OH SHIT! She slammed her fist on the door, trying to open it. It swung open with little effort and she yelled at them," KNOCK IT OFF YOU TWO!"
Suddenly he let go of her, shaking his head and Tamara blinking with wide eyes and shock on her face as she lay back. Both breathing hard and blushing the worst of reds. "What the..." Quatre held his head... and looked around... the room was black... it wasnt a hotel anymore. "An illusion?" Tamara sat up looking around. Terry stomped over to the two lovers on the floor," HOW COULD YOU THINK OF WHATS IN YOUR PANTS AT A TIME LIKE THIS!?"
"But I-" Quatre tried to defend himself.
"SHUT UP! GET YOUR ASSES UP AND STRAIGHTEN YOUR CLOTHES YOUR COMING WITH ME!" Both stood to attention, like they had been caught by a uptight school teacher they did not want to mess with. Then Terry turned on a heel and stomped out of the room, Tamara and Quatre following and still the reddest faces.
He looked at her a second,"... Did you... that is er... hear those-"
"Voices?" She finished his sentence.
"Uh... yeah..."
She smiled at him. Nodding...
"Damn..." The cloaked figure sighed in defeat, and returned to report to his king. "Kishko is not going to like this..."
***
Relena coughed, and sat up, the fall had made her back hurt," Oh man... that smarts..." Feeling her back she started to look around... It was dark in here. She couldn't see her hand before her face. Standing, she brushed off and sighed," Perfect... just perfect... oh well, If I die I die..." Relena Peacecraft didn't fear her death. Hell she didn't fear the pain and torture that might be inflicted upon her before it... she only feared the deaths of others. ~Heero... where are you... I hope your alright... Please let everyone be alright... Please let us get out of here God...~ Suddenly sounds of foot steps echoed. She jumped," whos there?" Looking around...
~Wonderfull... I attracted the boogy man... ~
"Relena?" That voice.. "Heero?" She blinked and reached out in the direction of the voice. His hand touched hers. It was him! A joy, a feel of safe security came over her, she was thrilled that he was with her. Then he pulled her towards him," Oh my God... Heero I was so worried about you... are you alright?" She breathed in sharply when he wrapped his arms around her and hugged tightly. But he was so... cold... "Heero?"
A rush of fear went through her veins as a cruel laugh emitted from the youth that held her... then words the very feel of winter came from his lips,"... Relena... Die." She shreaked loudly," YOUR NOT HIM! HEERO!"
"RELENA!" She heard it again. And fast foot steps. "Heero!" The darkness was scaring her, the confusion, what was holding her now, playing with her emotions like that. This fake, threw her back into only God knows what and she landed against something hard. No someone... they had fallen on him knocking him down. "What the?" He heard her yelp when he grabbed her by the arm. "Relena?" he blinked.
"Heero?"
Then she felt his arms around her. He dropped his sword, it making a clang on the floor and he hugged her tightly. Like he would never let her go again. She froze... was this the fake Heero again? ... No... this one was warm. "Is it really you?"
"Of course its me!" That was close... to close for comfort... He had almost lost her again.
They heard a disturbing cold laugh, and Heero stood up, holding Relena close to him, retrieving his sword as well. The rush of more footsteps was heard as something ran past him and Heero let out a groan in pain," Gugh..." One hand went to his side, blocking a little of blood that leaked out. "Who are you!?" In anger, the halfling shouted into the dark.
The cold laugh came again," Come come now, surely you know, you struck yourself..."
"Liar... fake... who are you?" Relena growled.
"Kital Kital, my dear, sent by my king, to do away with unessisary trash, out you go now!"
His reflexes, his sense of smell kicked in, as Kital Kital charged again and Heero swung around, slashing his sword into the dark figures middle. Yet the demon was to quick, it barely hit him, making a mere scratch as he flipped away.
Kital Kital was stunned," Oh so skill he does possess, then Kital Kital will make a deal with icky halfling..." He sounded almost like he had reverted to a child now.
"What?" Heero was getting frustrated, but keeping his cool, as his hand traveled down and grasped Relena's.
"Kital Kital make deal with icky halfling... Kital Kital duel with halfling, if Kital Kital lose, Halfling receive light to see..."
Heero grumbled out, in a disgruntled tone," and if 'Kital Kital' wins?"
A childish yet eirie laugh," Kital Kital win, then Kital Kital get pretty girl, and icky halflings life..."
"You wont touch her!"
"Is deal or no? Kital Kital can leave you to die in darkness if you like..."
He squeezed Relena's hand,"... fine then..." and he dropped it," Heero no!" But he didn't listen...
For such a fight, he would rely on sound, he couldn't see... "Relena stay down." He stepped away from her and waited... closing his eyes, he would need full concentration as he heard the wind shift and steps towards him.... the left? no... the right! Heero swung his blade around and heard the clang of metal. He didn't open his eyes, nor would he show fear as he fought on the very wits of his hearing and smell.
Feeling pressure leave the sword he stepped back as the demon swung towards his middle. Relena searching around in the darkness, she couldn't see him, she could only hear the sound of metal upon metal. No doubt about it... she was terrified. He moved, stepping back from the swing that meant to claim his blood. He couldn't charge him in this darkness, he was sure to run into a trap. Heero could only dodge and await for him to get close enough and strike. Thoughts racing through his mind, he didn't quite know how he was going to beat this thing... this coward who only fought through the darkness...
The pain in his side didn't bother him much until Kital Kital struck again, running past while Heero was thinking. He had attacked again in the same place, slashing it deeper. "Gugh..."
"Oh God, Heero!" He was handi-capped now, holding his side. "Heh... that was lucky of you... to bad it won't happen again.."
A little childish cackle released in the dark and Heero listened.... it was close.... very close to him... He took this opportunity and swung his sword, as hard and as fast as he possibly could with an injured side.
He hit someting, heard a screech of pain... He got him!
"Icky halfling, meanie meanie, chop Kital Kital's arm away! Now Kital Kital is angry!" Heero smiled inwardly. ~Fool... I'll bring you down before you know what hit you... ~Hearing steps again, Heero moved to the side as this amature demon took a swing with his claws. An opening, he could sense it, and he brought is elbow down into Kital Kital's back making him cry out in anguish and fall to the floor. He wasted no time in bringing his sword straight down, though he heard it hit the ground. ~Dammit... he moved...~
"AHAHA! Stupid Halfling! To slow to catch Kital Kital! Now you pay!" This voice echoed in the darkness and again came the sound of rushing footsteps. Heero moved to the side, avoiding the first blow, and suddenly the wind switched and the demon was slashing at him with each step. It was critical that Heero step back otherwise, deadly claws would sink into his flesh. He took one swing towards the demon, and knew he missed when he didn't feel it stop. Upon his back was Kital Kital now, slashing into it. He fell, claws digging into him, tearing first his coat, then his t-shirt and soon enough his skin, into blood and muscle. Moans of pain and growls of anguish came from his throat as he tried whipping his shoulders to the side and throwing this cowardice imp from his presence. Once rid of Kital Kital, Heero pushed himself to his feet, blood dripping from his back and he began to get angry.
"Silly halfling will die now, Kital Kital have nothing to worry about, can play with pretty girl!" Relena yelped at this thing grabbing her round the waist in the dark," GET OFF ME!" Despite what most may think, Relena wouldn't tolerate such behavior. A rage broke through Heero, his eyes glowing red now, he wanted blood and he wanted Kital Kital's. An unhuman snarl sounded through the dark, and through his sense of smell he could pin-point the area of his target. He charged, rage in his heart and savagely attacked. A shriek in the dark and he felt his claws ripping through flesh, tearinng bone and musle alike.
The lights came on... the whole time it was just one room... a chamber with black walls and no windows... Relena slowly stood up. Reluctanctly she began to turn to the sound of purred growling... like a sleeping lion...
"Don't turn around..." She paused. His voice was raspy... a dangerous tone within it.
"H... Heero?" Again her head started to turn.
"I said DON'T turn around!" He commanded her and she was suddenly scared into turning her back to him completely again. Heero took steps towards her. "I'm sorry...Relena... I didn't want you to see that monster I become..." He placed a hand on her shoulder and she jumped a little. Then slowly, she turned around looking into prussian blue eyes," ... I don't see a monster..." neither of them smiled but inside... they were.
They began to leave the room, stepping to a door and opening it. She was completely surprised he was still standing... blood was dripping from him a bit rapidly," Heero... your back."
He nodded," I know... I sense Tamara and the others though... their close-Ugh" He leaned forward a little and she grabbed his shoulder," Heero?"
"I'm fine..."
"No your not!" Before he knew it, Relena had pulled his arm over her shoulders... and was helping him to walk down the halls... strange, she had always counted on him for support and protection for the longest time... to come to her rescue... and now he was depending on her to keep him standing. Typical...
***
"You ready?" Milliardo looked over his shoulder at Trowa, as he was loading a gun and packing a stake or two into his pockets.
"More than ready." He replied and started to follow the newly resurrected hunter. But someone grabbed his shoulder," Wait... why do you have to go back? It's so dangerous..." Trowa looked at her eyes... and smiled bringing a hand up to touch her face," ... You know exactly why..." Marikka looked down at her feet... saddened to see him go, and a little frustrated, but there was nothing she could do to change his mind. "Hey..." Trowa placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her face to eye-contact his. "I'll come back... I promise..." Silent a moment... then she nodded as he leaned down and kissed her fully, with a passion burning in his heart, and that love transferring through his lips. Then he slipped away, Milliardo brimming at him, and they walked out the door. It closed and Marikka brought a hand up to wipe away her tear," ... Remember Trowa... you promised..."
With a smile and confidence in his return, she turned on a heel and walked back upstairs... to check on her fallen brother. She knocked stepping into his room and glared slightly," Well... are you awake? Getting your soul back seemed to do a number on you."
Wufei might have had his soul back but he was still a stubborn ass. He turned his face away and grumbled a little," I can handle it."
"Oh bull..." Marikka took a seat next to his bed, crossing her arms and one leg over the other.
"At least I didn't fall in love with a mortal and put my life on the line like an idiot." He turned up his nose. Marikka growled," Least I fell in love and have someone that loves me back. You blew that chance long ago... moron."
"She was a mortal woman, what makes you think I had any attraction to her?"
"You didn't deliver the final blow in that alley... and you didn't go after her while she was parylized in the hospital..."
"Shut up!" He growled and turned over on his side, pulling the covers up. Obvioiusly he didn't want to talk anymore... and Marikka smiled... she liked this new open ability to tease him so easilly... "My... defensive aren't we?"
***
They walked into the darkened stairwell to get into the realm of the vampire's once agian. "Are you sure you know where your going?" Trowa asked as they plunged into darkness. Milliardo lit a single match and soon the familiar hall was lit again by torchlight. "How could I forget?" The bleeched blonde lead the way. They were quick and the halls were eirie now... so empty.
"Where are all the vamps?" Trowa's voice rang out in the dark. He expected them to smell him a mile away and be tracking them... however, he couldnt hear any steps other than Milliardo's and his own. Slowly, the elder brother of Relena looked over his shoulder," They've gone to watch Kishko... that or they've fled."
"What?"
"Some vampire's have been waiting since the day they were born to see the prophecy fail... others know its coming, and know it'll succeed... so they flee to other cities, sewers, hide within lairs... they become scavengers... they figure existing is better than death itself."
Rather quickly, they came to the place Milliardo had regained his life... Both paused and reluctantly stepped inside... something sinister was amidst in this place... Something evil.
The room was darker than before. Much darker, and the drapes were ripped apart, like a storm had come through... that or a vortex. Furniture was turned over and gold tarnished. The place looked victim of a flood or fire. The only sure thing was everyone was gone or dead. "... He's taken them to the other realm."
"Other realm?" Trowa blinked in question as Milliardo began to walk towards some remaining drapes. He pulled back the blood stained drapes, though the clips gave way and they fell to the ground at his touch.
Revealed was a painting. A painting of black and swirls... there was nothing specific on it, time had wared it away to a blurr... slowly Milliardo touched it and his fingers slipped through," ... yeah, they went through it alright..."
"What do you mean?" Trowa came closer and looked like he were examining the painting.
"This painting here... it serves as a portal to Kishko's world."
"You've been?"
"Yes... its a time I'd rather forget... Kishko's power is far beyond any i've ever seen... He studies arts from the book of the dead... bound in human flesh and written in human blood... You'd think the guy wrote it... but even such arts can't be truely mastered by him." He cringed as if remembering something painful... Then looked at Trowa with a prominant and confidant smirk. "let's go now... we're probably walking into the doorway of our death's but its better than waiting for it to come claim us."
Both hunters nodded in understanding... don't get things wrong, both of them were scared shitless... but they knew what they had to do. First wen't Milliardo, he just barely touched the painting and crawled in... it rippled at his touch, like water and in one flash was gone.
Trowa sighed and took a deep breath," ... well God... here we go... " He took a step back and went a much more forward approach... he ran at the painting then, assumed a diving position, going straight in. Nothing bad happened of course he landed on the other side no problem were it not that he landed flat on his face.
"Well what in the world did you dive through for?"
Trowa stood up and brushed off, quickly then looked at Milliardo a bit embarissed. " Well... I didn't want to stop." Both were silent... Then suddenly Milliardo began to laugh, rather hartedly. Nervously Trowa scratched the back of his head... "Heh guess it was silly of me.."
"No no, not at all, rather brave I suppose..."
Looking around they started to take in their surroundings... the ballroom... It was here that Milliardo remembered... so many things. It was here he first fed... carried out his first orders... and yielded to Kishko's... needs. He shuttered to remember what had gone on here. He looked over his shoulder, brushing the memories away with thought of finding his sister, then getting the hell out of here," this way." So simply said, as he and Trowa walked off into the darkness searching for the others.
***
Steps sounded through the empty halls... This cave.. or what ever, seemed to be going on forever," ... I just remembered why I hate labrynth puzzles..." Duo grumbled a little as they walked side by side... ever since he had dropped that lighter he hadn't let go of her hand. Infact he was holding it pretty tightly... The memory flashed in her head when she kissed him before, and though it was dark, she knew her face was glowing red. Her heart beat quickened in pace.
Suddenly there was a loud thump as Honey was turning a corner. "You ran into a wall didn't you?" She asked dryly...
"If I tell you 'yes' how hard are you going to laugh?"
She smirked, stopping a moment to wait for him," That depends, how much did you smash your nose in?"
Both of them snickered a little, when suddenly red light poured through what looked like a door at the end of a dark hall... Duo was still rubbing his nose when he looked into it," What the?" He blinked as he and Honey just stood a minute... with nowhere else to go, they advanced towards the doorway. Though Honey had the strangest feeling... this light wasn't a good thing.
They stepped through the doorway together, Duo held her hand tightly... They looked around the room, the light was red and made everything have a crimson shade to it... as if it were stained in blood. She looked at Duo as she was suddenly pulled away from him and shoved into a corner by something ... Before Duo could retaliate he found himself face to face with a vampiress, her reddened eyes staring into his. He blinked once or twice, shaking his head and trying to resist the spell she tried to bring upon him. "I aint fallin for that!" The vampiress smirked," Oh is that so?"
He felt her ghostly hands moving up his legs and his pants being lossened," H-hey w-wait a sec you dont want, I dont want, er eh, eya! Hey leggo of me!"
"Oh dont you?" A bone chilling giggle and she was tickling his neck pulling at his clothes and finding that nervous laugh even more... intrigueing.
Meanwhile, Honey had her hands full with the vampire, his body pressed against her's and pinning her into the wall," Hello my dear... a glorious night..."
She growled," Yeah, glorious alright, about as glorious as a elephants ass..."
"Oh fiesty."
She smirked," You have no idea, sugar." She reached a hand back and pulled a trusty wooden stake from her ankel holster and jabbed it right into the gut. He fell back, staggering a little bit," You little fuckin bitch..."
"Well I couln't just let you get away with comin on to me like that-- tisk tisk shame on you, now you pay the price." She smiled that confidant smile and grinned even wider when he growled loudly and took a swing at her. Though it was easy to see coming and she ducked down, sending a kick straight to his middle. It hit and the vampire doubled over, but something she didn't expect. He grabbed her leg and literally threw her towards the wall. Flying through the air, she prayed she'd land somewhere soft rather than crash into the cruel floor or unforgiving walls.
The female vampire looked up and saw the body rushing towards them. She smirked delivering a quick kiss to Duo's living lips and moved out of the way. His eyes widened in surprise when he caught her, slamming into him and they toppled over to the ground. "Ugh..." Both groaned, their bodies aching with a need to lay down a while. But this was no time for naps. Honey pushed herself up and growled, looking back at the male vampire. "That was a mistake..." Both of them were pissed now... "Enough games..." Duo got up brushing off as well. "It's time to get serious." He smirked with a touch of an evil glare in his eye and stepped up next to Honey... and from there it began, their bloody dance.
"What the?" Trowa asked alloud as he heard the growl of anguish behind a door near them. "Did you hear that?"
Milliardo nodded solmnly... then stepped towards the door, peering into a window... His eyes widened as he saw two freinds... Honey and Duo... fighting away. He smirked towards Trowa," Shall we help?"
The weapons expert grinned back in full confidence," gladly..." and Milliardo turned the knob, they entered and began to join in the endless walts of slashing swords and flying blood.
***
Terry's steps echoed in the darkened halls, two scolded teens not far behind her. "What exactly was going on with you two anyway? This is no time to proclaim love." Tamara blushed at the memory within her mind. "I... we... we..."
"weren't exactly proclaiming love..." Quatre tried to help her say what needed to be said.
"Oh so you were just taking her for a joy ride!?" Terry turned to glare at Quatre and his face the red of an apple. "N-no that's not it!"
"Then what is it?"
"There were... demons." Terry raised an eyebrow at the blonde... then looked to Tamara... ~Demons? What kinda fool do they take me for?~ ... She sighed inwardly ~Oh well... no point in arguing with horny teenagers...~
Her thoughts interuppted at dragged steps echoing down the hall. "What the?" She looked towards the darkness and Quatre drawing a blade and stepping infront of Tamara... what ever it was, he was going to be prepared to slay it...
But as it turned out he need'nt slain any demon at all.
"It's Heero!" Tamara exclaimed happily, as he was being practically dragged by the
***
Duo breathed hard and quick, hair of the blood sucking bitch bunched together in his hands as the head dangled at the end. "I... hate.... vampires..." A breath between each word, as each of the hunters was very tired. Honey pushed herslef up, tossing off a dead arm that began to burst into hell flames. "Next time, we stalk up on more silver..." All four let out a laugh or a chuckle, Trowa ascending his duty to heal his comrads.
***
"We should be safe in here..."
"Why's that?" Honey blinked at Milliardo.
The resurrected hunter spoke again," This is where all Kishko's dimensions collide... the aura of each area is so jumbled up here, no illusion spells work." Duo leaned against a wall, placing a hand to his chin in thought," So everything else in this place is a weird illusion..."
"Bingo braid boy."
"Brother!" Milliardo froze... a familiar voice, one most prechious too him... "Relena?" Turning to look behind him he caught sight of his dearest little sister near the entrance of the ballroom, as well as four others... Smiling immensely, Relena dropped her protecter's hand and dashed to him, swinging her arms around in a tearful embrace. "Oh God, I got so worried-- Wait... what are you doing here?" He smiled... and wrapped his arms around her, happy to be with his only familiy again," I came to help of course..."
Duo blinked, then shot an annoying smirk towards Heero... slowly, the cheerful hunter took a dilly dallying walk over and slapped his comrad on the back," Aye Heero, you look like you've been through hell."
He only gave a glare in response," Terry-"
Instantly, a whack of a fist had been struck over the braided boy's head and he snapped a hand up to hold the throbbing bump. "I already don't like you..." He growled slightly... Terry only grinned," Im so glad."
Suddenly the room grew cold... very cold... Honey looked at her breath as it flew from her lips. "What the?" They looked around frantically. Terry suddenly snarled, a disgusted look when she caught sight of the source of such magic... "Well look whos here..." an angry stare at each step he made in advance from the shadows.
Kishko looked towards heero, white hair shadowed his eyes... he seemed to single the youth out, raising one hand and letting open palm create a wind. Wind so strong it blasted all the other hunters into the unsuspecting walls, a hit that would make few bones shatter and the walls cracked. The vampire king, smiling with confidence of a halfling's demise, as well as his comrades. "To death." Uttering only those few words, sent chills down Heero's spine and he jumped back, startled at his speed, when he ran to him and unsheathed a deadly metal, bringing it down upon Heero's shoulders. Yet the prophet was swift, bringing fourth his own silver sword and a loud clang of metal ringing out.
"So you finally made it to my little domain... prepare yourself for the fight of your life..."
"I'll prepare for my life, and you will prepare for your death!" Heero forced him back and ran at him bringing the sword down again, as they went on in the ancient dance of war. A little surprised at such a strong spirit a look of realization came across Kishko's face... but didn't remain," HA! Perhaps you will be more a challenge than I thought!"
"Oh Fuck..." curses and swears spouted from the young blonde's mouth as she pushed herself to get up, blood leaking from her lips. "That bastard..." Terry slowly rising as well.
"Why would he single out only my brother?" Terry drew a sleeve to whipe the blood away from a cut on her forehead. "Don't know... he seems a bit busy with our little hunter on his hands though..." With a devilish smirk she gave Terry a look of ambition. The other girl slowly developed a grin on her face," I like how you think..." Nodding, they both seemed to understand what the other was thinking... Honey, pulled a wooden stake from a pocket in her pants, and Terry looked behind her... she noticed trowa on the ground and kneeled, taking the firearm from his open coat. "Im borrowing this." She said to the cringing boy, who was so dizzy, he couldn't make any move to stop her.
Then both ran towards him attacking as one, Honey stopping to throw the stake with the best of accuracy, piont headed for the heart. And Terry took aim, fireing with equal or better skill. He sensed it...fools smirking, he threw a palm back calling once again on that tremendous wind... "SHIT!" And Honey took it full on, her feet lifting from the ground and she went flying back, slamming harder than before into brick, particles of debris, making her cough upon impact. The bullet deflected by wind, Kishko blasted Terry back as well, "IYA!" and she too went flying though the air, though her landing was much more merciful than Honey's. At great luck, just as Milliardo and Trowa were getting up, she was hurling towards them. Both were hit, and broke her fall as all three piled down on the ground, Trowa groaning at once again being the one that was target of a flying body.
"Ugh..." Honey leaned forward holding her acheing head... her arms felt like the bone had been shattered, the very middle of her body ached with the need for rest... for sleep. "Honey!" Duo moved over to her, the thought she may be hurt was fueling him to stand and to make his way over to her. He kneeled and looked at her battered, bruised body, sadness overcoming his eyes... Gently did he start to gather her arm over his neck and slowly lift her," Come on... are you hurt badly?" But she smirked... and chuckled," I'll live." Turning her head to give an affectionate glance.
"An annoyance dont you think?" Kishko grinned just as Heero was close and face to face in their combination of clashing swords. "What!?" His eyes flaring a red slash of anger. Suddenly black rose in a circle around them... not exactly black... more like clear water, tainted the black of Death's robes. A shield, meant to keep unwanted interfearance out... "Now you and I can fight more privately." Grunting at the halflings strength, He threw Heero back towards the shields wall... not only would it keep the unwanted out... it kept the wanted in... He looked back at the shield and slammed his fist against it... "Dammit..." He brought angered eyes back to Kishko... and smirked, "... things have only gotten more interesting..."
"No shield can hold me back!" Terry ran at him," Wait!" Milliardo called in warning as she took off. She came closer to the black of the shield and balled her fist," I wont allow you to destroy my family!" and the threw her fist into it... but it merely sparked electric charge and then threw her back again, upon landing the floor she slid a few feet until her head had met the wall... she started to notice... she was getting tossed around alot. Growling, and now thinking she should have listened she got back up,"... damn you..."
***
"... Oh please cant we help them?" Catherine squealed, she wanted to help so bad. "Not yet Catherine!" Dorothy growled becoming a little annoyed by the worrying archangel. They had to wait, they had to wait for one of them to say the words, that they would be willing to give their life for another. This was it, the final battle, they had to wait until now... "Hurry you guys..." Lucrezia sighed.
***
"You'll die before the hours out..." a light hearted, yet malice filled smile appeared as he savagely dug demonic claws into Heero's arms, then drew them down to create large cuts. There was to much pain going through him to even scream out as he narrowed his eyes in a glare at the vampire king... Heero called as much strength that remained in him, ignoring the immense pain and drew a dagger from the sheath on his belt. Blinded by determination and anger, he sloppily took a strike. Yet it was easilly evaded, and Kishko slammed his knee right into the unsuspecting hunters abdomen... Heero flew back, slamming into the shields wall... it was there he fell...
"He... He's not getting up..." Quatre watched, his eyes widening.
"HEERO GET UP!" Terry cried to him.
"Yes, take the advice of your lowly sister... get up..." He was mocking him... but Heero didn't move... his eyes were closed, and brown locks hid his closed and cringing eyes from view. "GET UP YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A PROPHET!" Kishko yelled at him... then gained a look of confusion... a strange sound... a chuckle? Where was this strange sound of joy coming from? He directed his ear at Heero... was he... laughing? A little intimidated, he watched slowly as Heero moved to stand on his feet. He was straight up again and lifted his head, blood trailing from his mouth and a smirk on his face.
"What are you so happy about?" His confidence returning quickly, "Happy to die!?" With out warning, he gained speed and ran at him with the intention of whipping that silly grin off his face... was he really taking the vampire king that lightly?! How dare he! And a price would he pay, a price indeed.
Kishko leaped into the air, drawing a blade of blood red... then like slow motion decended, to deliver the final blow... this was it, this was his last attack, one hit from such a blade and it was all over.
"HEERO MOVE!" warned Duo.
"HERO!" Shouted Relena, pure fear of his death racing through her veins... but something strange happened... Kishko's blade bared down and stuck him. A light, a blast, and he was thrown back, fast and hard. Crashing into the barriers walls...
The hunters starred in shock... had Heero called a new power...
"... Guys whats that?" Tamara looked closer through the dark shield. "... He... drew his sword that quickly?" Milliardo was starring in amazement... maybe Heero was strong enough to protect his sister afterall.
His sword was... glowing. A bright hot light that hurt the eyes of evil, peircing through darkness and shinning devinely. Warmth filled his veins... The slashes in his arms suddenly closed, and color became more abundant in his face... He blinked and starred at the new blade in his hand, a very impressive peice of work.
Pure silver, and feathers wrapped the hilt... soft feathers. Were these feathers of an angel? This blade wasn't his... but it had sure as hell come in handy deflecting Kishko's attempt of a final blast for death.
***
In heaven things we're a tad more calm... yet still chaotic... The other three Angels glared to the one who had wronged in the prophecy. "What?" She asked nervously.
"Wonderful, Catherine... screw up the whole prophecy." Sighed Hilde.
"I suppose now is good as any time to do this though..." Lucrerezia sighed sadly," ... I wonder who will die to keep this blade alive..." She placed her hand over the pool of sight and let it glow... then closed her eyes and waited a moment.
***
~Tamara~
"What the?" She looked around... who was calling to her? The voice was familiar...
~Tamara!~
"Noin?" It clicked... was it the archangel speaking to her now?
~Yes! Quickly, that sword Heero weilds...~
"What about it?"
~It's called the Angel's blade, quickly it needs life energy.~
"Life Energy?" Tamara wondered... what did they mean 'life energy?'
~Someone must give their life in order for its power to remain...~
"What!?" She jumped back looking around rather frantically. "You mean... sacrifice?"
~Sadly... yes...If he uses that sword he can destroy Kishko in one blow-~
"Then I will."
~NO! You and Trowa are the givers, you alone can channel the energy from the tribute to the sword... Listen to me, notify the hunters, Heero is the only one that can weild the sword, he must destroy Kishko as soon as possible... quickly! Before we are unable to channel the angel energy any longer!~
"Right."
"Who're you talking to?" Quatre butted in a bit concerned.
"No time to explain." She pushed past him and ran to the other hunters. "Quickly, all of you listen to me!"
They turned, Milliardo helping Terry to her feet for the second time. "What is it?" Relena blinked at Tamara with a hope for good news.
"That sword that just appeared... It's called the 'Angel's blade' It needs good life energy to continue on with its power... It needs one of us to give our lives..." Silence... they stood in shock a moment. Die? She was asking one of them to die... Relena's heart took a plunge... no! she wouldn't let anyone die here, there had to be another way," Are you insane!? your asking one of us to die on a hunch Tamara!"
The crimson haired giver looked back at Relena with the most serious of stares," no the archangel Lucrezia tells me."
"But, we need all of us here to fight." She had to protest this, there had to be another way.
"If heero uses the sword he can destroy kishko in one blow!" The younger girl shouted over a blast and breaking mirrors and glass... Kishko was starting to tap into higher power, the power he had gained from the book of the dead.
Trowa waited until the noise had died down... He loved Marikka and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her... but this was to insure her life," Then I'll go."
"No!" Tamara snapped at him. "You and I need to channnel the life energy, we're the only ones that can do it."
All of them were silent... just as Quatre was catching up to them. He wondered, what in the world was everyone being so quiet for. Then Relena growled," No, we came here all together, we're leaving all together!"
Getting irritated now, Tamara said to Relena, sternly, "He's calling power from the book of the dead, either we all die now or one gives their life and we save the world-- which is it Relena!?"
They were quiet once agian..
His cold red eyes starred upon the distraught hunters. Duo was holding on to Honey's limp body, she barely standing and just barely concious... though enough energy to glare, as the taste of her own blood remained in her mouth. Milliardo stepped forward," I'll do it..."
Terry opened her mouth in protest," But Mill-"
"No Buts..."
Relena turned to stare at him with her widest eyes," No! I just got you back I wont lose you again I refuse to!"
He shook his head. "My dearest sister... I wasn't meant to live anyway... I have to go... You need everyone else here, I have served my purpose..."
She shook her head, starting to cry free tears," NO! I wont let you!" She ran at him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He hesitated a moment... then hugged back, with a kind smile down at her. All his life he had protected her, mostly when she was a squirt... He wanted to see her grow, and her children, watch her get married... but his mind was made. Relena didn't need his protection any longer. He brought her eyes to his and smiled warmly,"...Your no longer a little girl Relena... You don't need my protection."
"What about your love!? Brother I just got you back why are you leaving me again!?" She was shouting now, histerically...
He shook his head," no... I am not leaving you." He leaned down and gave her a kiss on her forehead, before breaking away gently and stepping towards the glow of light. The hunters starred in shock, parylized by it, unable to stop him, and Kishko watched in surprise," You can't be serious!?" He, was in utter disbelief that someone was so unselfish to give their life for others. Milliardo gave a unforgiving glare to the vampire king. "I am quite serious..." As the light engulfed him now... he showed no pain. Felt no pain or remorse for his choice. The same warm smile he had worn always as he turned to face his sister. Softly his lips moved in the shape of words, his last to her. "I will always be with you."
"MILLIARDO!" Relena screamed and sunk to her knees, sobbing and slamming her fist into the ballroom floor. "Why does it have to be this way..." She cryed into her hands... but there was no time for mourning now, the other hunters knew that.
The light became blinding and he dissapeared, the energy changing to a beam and shooting into Heero's blade. "Tamara, Trowa, protect everyone else." He gave them an order like a general. Heero pulled the sword up, placing the warmed steel to his heart," Thank you..." He whispered... then shoot a narrowed stare to Kishko, swinging the glowing sword, the Angel Blade. "Now... We Finish this."
Tamara closed her eyes, in a flash she was dressed of white robes, light emmiting from her. She clasped her hands together, bowing her head in prayer. Her figure was then lifted from the floor, each word uttered her light became brighter. Trowa then closed his eyes as well, and the same flash came over him, the same kind of holy white clothes appearing over his form. Placing his index fingers together, he also bowed his head in prayer and together the two givers channeled Milliardo's energy. With each word did light glow only slightly brighter in the room.
Honey looked at her arm.. this warm light hit it and she saw... her slash was... healing... like magic, her cuts dissapeared and she felt refreshed... revitalized... it seemed like it was running that way with the rest of the hunters as well.
"Milliardo..." Heero brought the Angel Blade up and prepared to strike, it was at its peak of power. Like the sun, and Kishko shielded his eyes hissing and curling into a protective corner... he couldn't stand the light... if there was one thing he couldn't take it was light this bright... the shinning of heaven. "Give me strenth!" Heero leaped into the air and brought the sword down to emit the final blast, the final hit... the end. "Strike of Heaven!" He called out and in one swing, did a shock, the mixture of elextricity and the very touch of all that was good, went hurling to the feeble vampire king...
He opened his eyes," Damn... you...bastard..." Engulfed in the hot light of his death, the flesh burned away, as well as the bones... his soul... Kishko... the great kind... was defeated...
***
It was morning. Sun slowly rising, and ending the horrible night. From the rubble of the subway they emerged," ... well... I hope we never have to do that again..." Duo smirked, shaking the debris of broken stone from his hair. Then he caught sight of Honey smiling at him, like... well you know the look. Quatre holding Tamara's hands as he helped her over the broken stones and rubbel, when suddenly they heard rushed steps. All turned to look and saw two shadowed figures running up the paved hill," Trowa!"
It was Marikka and not far behind was Wufei. She was running to her love with the brightest of smiles. He looked at her and opened his arms, grinning widely as he caught her, swinging her around, then into a powerful kiss. Very softly did he lift from her again and stare into the endless sea that was her eyes. "I almost thought you wouldn't come back..."
He smirked," I promised didn't I?"
All of them seemed happy... All but one. Relena felt an emptyness in her heart... her brother was gone. She had lost him agian. But there was nothing she could do to change that. With each passing second, her heart sunk a little more, tears starting to well... he was gone again. Her only brother, her only family... Her tear fell. A single tear shed for his blood...Though she was a little starteled to find a hand on her shoulder and turned, her eyes coming to contact with beautiful prussian blue. "Heero?" He looked at her like he was pained to see her this way. Eyes almost as sad as her's... these tears made his heart break. He lifted the pad of his thumb to her eye, and gently pushed it away off the paled soft skin. " It doesn't suit you to cry Relena... Your brother gave his life in exchange for ours... for that he will be honored forever in out hearts."
"I know..." She looked away from him, rain still begging from the cloud of her eyes. "I know..." She repeated. Then eyes widened, he took her arm and pulled her close to him... a gentle yet posessive embrace and a promise. "Relena... I'll protect you forever... We'll never forget him." Blinking... she slowly nodded, with a slight blush. Then they broke away and he starred at her again... "There's something I've been meaning to do..." Red was still light on her cheeks as she looked at him... with out words she said she wanted to know... and he leaned down, applying the slight pressure of soft lips to hers. She grew much more rosy, eyes widened in shock... then slowly did she begin to close her eyes, relaxing into the devine world of his love... love? ... He loved her...
She wanted this moment to last forever... However it was rudely interuppted once Duo had lifted his head from convorsation with everyone else who hadn't gone off in their own little world... grinning he said to Honey," I was wondering when he'd finally get around to puttin the moves on that girl." Honey blinked glancing over to Relena and Heero... she smiled, her best freind had found happiness out of this whole mess after all...
"WOO! GO HEERO!" Duo shouted, completely blowing the moment, Heero slowly breaking away from her... his eyes lingered with her's until he averted his gaze giving a rather harsh glare towards the braided boy.
Meanwhile, Duo was cracking up, holding his stomach and trying to catch his breath... Honey rolled her eyes. "Honestly, is he never serious?" She looked towards Quatre with the question... He sighed and mused," He might once he realizes Heero aims on his death."
"Wha?" Duo stood up, looking over his shoulder just in time... to see Heero had pulled a firearm out of pretty much nowhere... "HOW THE HELL DOES HE DO THAT!?" he jumped, then ducked down as Heero shot at him. " Duo... OMAE O KOROUSO!"
"AIIIEEEEEE!"
Heero engaged in chase after the idiot of little brain... everyone knew Heero would never truely kill Duo... and that the chase was merely for fun... but maim him... now that was a different story.
Relish: ....
What?
Relish: You call that a kiss?
Oh right, dissopointment, well I was bound to get critisism sooner or later...
Relish: *whispers subliminaly* seeeequuuueeeeellllll......seeequuuueeeellllll
SHUT UP! *thwacks her*
Heero: *aims a gun*
O.O;;; why me? - -;;;
heheh Reaview please! ^ ^
Title: Blood Lust
By: Neko-Yasha Formally Known as Hikari-Chan, with some help from Relena Peacecraft
Rating: R
Warnings: All you Yaoi lovers-there is very little of it in here due to the face I believe all the Pilots are Hetero and I like writing fanfics about "breeders" because its more appealing to my imagination. So all you Relly Bashers, bai bai see ya ^ ^ Read if ya want but don't say I didn't warn you. There may be a bit Yaoi and Yuri hinted because It's my thinking Vampire's know no gender- just go with whoever looks good to them. Anyway Lots of Blood, Death, intense romance and Adult Language. Have fun now *grin *
Pairings: Okay theres 1XR, 2XOC Honey Starheart cuz Hilde scares me, 3XOC Marikka Morgan, cuz no ones paired with Trowa and Catherine is his sister you sickos! 4XOC Tamara Yuy cuz the eyebrows on Dorothy scare me and I don't think Quatre is Yaoi… not proven but I don't think it. 5Xsally, cuz I think Sallys cool, and Last but not least, 6X Noin! Blah! don't say I didn't warn you people!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Gundam Wing got it? or anything else displayed that I don't own so blah!
Inspiration: Blade, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Angel, Charmed, The Big Book Of Terrorizing Creatures, my own insane dumb fuck mind- Ok Have fun now! ^ ^
Category: Horror/Romance/Action-Adventure/ a tiny bit of Humor/ Neko's insanity…
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Blood Lust: CH. X, The Angel's Blade
She stood, wiping blood from her lips anger clear in her eyes. The door slammed... Kishko had left. Terry was only awake and about a mere minute before she started to explore her surroundings... right now, an escape was appropriate. She needed to get out of here and find the others. They all needed to get out of here... and She had to get out before Kishko returned to inflict more pain upon her already aching body. Coughing a little she stepped lightly, not entending on making much noise and in hopes they would get out soon.
She stepped past white, blood stained curtains and found herself upon a balcony, overlooking a ballroom. ~Ballroom? What is this place some sort of caslte?~ She had deffinately never been here before in the most of her life she was a souless being. Concluded of her plan she started towards the edge of the balcony. There was no one to be found near, she would have to take this opportunity to make a break for it. At the moment, she could care less if she were injured, and forgetting she was mortal again, she jumped from the balcony, landing wrong on her angkle and feeling an immense shot of pain up her leg.
She let out a quip of pain... there was no time for that... she forced herself to her feet, beginning to walk with a limp. Her shoes made a light clack on the black marble floor, walls brown with various tapastries... taking a gander at them, they were all... of death... vampires killing humans. Disgusted at these images, she was reminded of her past sins... guilt overcame her and she felt pretty lousy as she took off a little quicker into the darkened halls... Rounding a corner she came to a set of rooms. All dark, with one window upon them. Black walls to match the doors... Reluctantly did she chance herself down such a hallway, progressing towards the end of the hall.
***
She pushed herself to sit up. They had fallen? Tamara sat up shaking her head," ugh... where am I?" She looked around in confusion, her delecuite gaze fell upon the blonde boy beside her. "Quatre?" She gently nudged him. "Quatre?" No response. He lied there, motionless... had he hit his head? Slight fear in her eyes and concern sprawled across her face she took a look around the room. They were in some sort of... run down hotel room? "What magic is this?" They we're in the vampire realm below the city, how could they suddenly be in a hotel room?
"Oh no.. what if I..." The thought crossed her mind. What if in her moment of utter fear she used her powers to teleport Quatre and herself away from the danger of the underground world. "Oh No.. what if I left them for dead!?" Frantic, Tamara rose to her feet and shook Quatre to wake him up," Please Quatre! Wake up!" His eyes did not open. She then let go of him and ran to the door ripping it open, beggining to step out," IYA!"
A great wind was trying to pull her from the safety of the untrustworthy room. So she closed the door, before it could suck her out. Terrified, she scrambled away from the slammed door back to Quatre's side... Starting to sob in helplessness. "Quatre please wake up... I'm scared..." She felt silly. Like a small child crying for its mother. As if on que he started to stir. "Ugh..." He turned his head, groaning in anguish. At the sound of his protest of coming back to conciousness Tamara shrieked in delight, and swung her arms around him, hugging tightly. A relief he wasnt hurt badly. "Ow! Ow! Watch the back, watch the back!" he groaned as she clung to him tightly," Oh I'm sorry!"
Little did the teens know, they were being watched, caught up in a sick game... Kishko looked on from a dark room, through a mirror... "Hmn...Young lovers, yet one must remain pure... now how to currupt such innocense?" The cruel grin appeared on his blood stained lips again as he summoned dark demons," Yutari... you are a lust demon are you not?"
A dark figure stepped forward," Yes m'lord..." A cold shaking voice whispered from beneath a black hooded cloak.
Kiskho smirked," See that the giver is... 'de-purified.' Her powers to ressurect the dead will dissapear if she's broken." And this so called 'King' stepped away to relax in the comfort of his throne. "Consider it done..."
She was holding on to him so closely. His warm arms secure around her as they stayed near a corner, rapping on the door making her jump everysooften. But close he held her. They said nothing, but shook in the fear that they would be killed in the strange storm outside the door.
~You want her~
What the?
~You want her so bad its killing you~
What in the world?
~Quatre looked at Tamara... she was so...close to him... and so beautiful...~
And so what if I do?
~Take her...~
WHAT!?
~TAKE HER! You know you want to... look at her... She's so close to you, she's practically begging you to touch her...~
T-T-Touch her!?
~Yes... TOUCH her...~
B-But what... what if she refuses, or what if she is offended or what if-
~Look at her eyes! She wants you... Kiss her, she wants you too...~
This hissing voice in his head was right... she was starring at him...
~You want him to touch you...~
Touch me?
~Yes... touch you... let him lavish you with affection like you've been dreaming~
But I nev-
~Let him take you... Experience doesn't matter... He wants you... He wants to kiss you... let him kiss you...~
Her innocent eyes starred into his, his palms were getting sweaty. Their tempratures were rising, and lust between them grew. She wanted Quatre to kiss her, she wanted this boy to touch her... and he gladly did. Slowly, he leaned down, and laid his soft lips across her's pressing gently. His hands moved up her back and rested her on the floor. Tamara rose her hands up and wrapped them around his neck, letting her lips part and allowing him access to her mouth. It tasted sweet to him, her tongue rubbing to his.
~Yes... now kiss her neck... put your hands on her...~
He didn't know this voice telling him to do these things... all he knew was that he wanted to. He was almost completely under its controll, as he began slipping his hands up her sides.
~Let him touch you... Let him take you...~
But... I'm... I'm not ready!
~You're more than ready... You want him to take you~
Who are you!?
He began to kiss down her neck, and resisting the temptation to fondle her chest... She didn't know what came over her, but she picked up his hand and moved it there. His eyes widened in shock... was she suggesting what he thought she was? Not in words but in her actions. Things were starting to heat up... it was starting to get hot in the room.
~Take off her clothes...~
What? NO!
~Take them off her now!~
I wont!
~DO IT!~
The voice was getting angry with him, but just then he heard her wimper, subcontiously, he had begun to squeeze her," Oh I'm sorry!" He suddenly let go, flushed and a fear in his eyes so plain. They broke away, her arms still round his neck as he held her. "Oh God Tamara, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you."
~Tell him you liked it...~
"No Quatre I..." She stopped...
Why should I?
~Because you did...~
THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!
In the heat of this moment, she slammed his lips to hers and kissed hard, not knowing what had come over her. Their eyes were closed, and Quatre emmiting a low moan from his throat at her agressive kiss.
~TAKE HER NOW!~
I WONT! SHUT UP!
***
Terry walked the hall, and she stopped a moment... her ears picked up the distant sound of... moaning?... whimpering... They sounded like familiar voices... She stepped closer to a door and listened. These sounds were the sounds of... Pleasure... Knowing this couldn't be right of her, she peered into the window of the black door anyway... Her eyes shot open THE GIVER!? OH SHIT! She slammed her fist on the door, trying to open it. It swung open with little effort and she yelled at them," KNOCK IT OFF YOU TWO!"
Suddenly he let go of her, shaking his head and Tamara blinking with wide eyes and shock on her face as she lay back. Both breathing hard and blushing the worst of reds. "What the..." Quatre held his head... and looked around... the room was black... it wasnt a hotel anymore. "An illusion?" Tamara sat up looking around. Terry stomped over to the two lovers on the floor," HOW COULD YOU THINK OF WHATS IN YOUR PANTS AT A TIME LIKE THIS!?"
"But I-" Quatre tried to defend himself.
"SHUT UP! GET YOUR ASSES UP AND STRAIGHTEN YOUR CLOTHES YOUR COMING WITH ME!" Both stood to attention, like they had been caught by a uptight school teacher they did not want to mess with. Then Terry turned on a heel and stomped out of the room, Tamara and Quatre following and still the reddest faces.
He looked at her a second,"... Did you... that is er... hear those-"
"Voices?" She finished his sentence.
"Uh... yeah..."
She smiled at him. Nodding...
"Damn..." The cloaked figure sighed in defeat, and returned to report to his king. "Kishko is not going to like this..."
***
Relena coughed, and sat up, the fall had made her back hurt," Oh man... that smarts..." Feeling her back she started to look around... It was dark in here. She couldn't see her hand before her face. Standing, she brushed off and sighed," Perfect... just perfect... oh well, If I die I die..." Relena Peacecraft didn't fear her death. Hell she didn't fear the pain and torture that might be inflicted upon her before it... she only feared the deaths of others. ~Heero... where are you... I hope your alright... Please let everyone be alright... Please let us get out of here God...~ Suddenly sounds of foot steps echoed. She jumped," whos there?" Looking around...
~Wonderfull... I attracted the boogy man... ~
"Relena?" That voice.. "Heero?" She blinked and reached out in the direction of the voice. His hand touched hers. It was him! A joy, a feel of safe security came over her, she was thrilled that he was with her. Then he pulled her towards him," Oh my God... Heero I was so worried about you... are you alright?" She breathed in sharply when he wrapped his arms around her and hugged tightly. But he was so... cold... "Heero?"
A rush of fear went through her veins as a cruel laugh emitted from the youth that held her... then words the very feel of winter came from his lips,"... Relena... Die." She shreaked loudly," YOUR NOT HIM! HEERO!"
"RELENA!" She heard it again. And fast foot steps. "Heero!" The darkness was scaring her, the confusion, what was holding her now, playing with her emotions like that. This fake, threw her back into only God knows what and she landed against something hard. No someone... they had fallen on him knocking him down. "What the?" He heard her yelp when he grabbed her by the arm. "Relena?" he blinked.
"Heero?"
Then she felt his arms around her. He dropped his sword, it making a clang on the floor and he hugged her tightly. Like he would never let her go again. She froze... was this the fake Heero again? ... No... this one was warm. "Is it really you?"
"Of course its me!" That was close... to close for comfort... He had almost lost her again.
They heard a disturbing cold laugh, and Heero stood up, holding Relena close to him, retrieving his sword as well. The rush of more footsteps was heard as something ran past him and Heero let out a groan in pain," Gugh..." One hand went to his side, blocking a little of blood that leaked out. "Who are you!?" In anger, the halfling shouted into the dark.
The cold laugh came again," Come come now, surely you know, you struck yourself..."
"Liar... fake... who are you?" Relena growled.
"Kital Kital, my dear, sent by my king, to do away with unessisary trash, out you go now!"
His reflexes, his sense of smell kicked in, as Kital Kital charged again and Heero swung around, slashing his sword into the dark figures middle. Yet the demon was to quick, it barely hit him, making a mere scratch as he flipped away.
Kital Kital was stunned," Oh so skill he does possess, then Kital Kital will make a deal with icky halfling..." He sounded almost like he had reverted to a child now.
"What?" Heero was getting frustrated, but keeping his cool, as his hand traveled down and grasped Relena's.
"Kital Kital make deal with icky halfling... Kital Kital duel with halfling, if Kital Kital lose, Halfling receive light to see..."
Heero grumbled out, in a disgruntled tone," and if 'Kital Kital' wins?"
A childish yet eirie laugh," Kital Kital win, then Kital Kital get pretty girl, and icky halflings life..."
"You wont touch her!"
"Is deal or no? Kital Kital can leave you to die in darkness if you like..."
He squeezed Relena's hand,"... fine then..." and he dropped it," Heero no!" But he didn't listen...
For such a fight, he would rely on sound, he couldn't see... "Relena stay down." He stepped away from her and waited... closing his eyes, he would need full concentration as he heard the wind shift and steps towards him.... the left? no... the right! Heero swung his blade around and heard the clang of metal. He didn't open his eyes, nor would he show fear as he fought on the very wits of his hearing and smell.
Feeling pressure leave the sword he stepped back as the demon swung towards his middle. Relena searching around in the darkness, she couldn't see him, she could only hear the sound of metal upon metal. No doubt about it... she was terrified. He moved, stepping back from the swing that meant to claim his blood. He couldn't charge him in this darkness, he was sure to run into a trap. Heero could only dodge and await for him to get close enough and strike. Thoughts racing through his mind, he didn't quite know how he was going to beat this thing... this coward who only fought through the darkness...
The pain in his side didn't bother him much until Kital Kital struck again, running past while Heero was thinking. He had attacked again in the same place, slashing it deeper. "Gugh..."
"Oh God, Heero!" He was handi-capped now, holding his side. "Heh... that was lucky of you... to bad it won't happen again.."
A little childish cackle released in the dark and Heero listened.... it was close.... very close to him... He took this opportunity and swung his sword, as hard and as fast as he possibly could with an injured side.
He hit someting, heard a screech of pain... He got him!
"Icky halfling, meanie meanie, chop Kital Kital's arm away! Now Kital Kital is angry!" Heero smiled inwardly. ~Fool... I'll bring you down before you know what hit you... ~Hearing steps again, Heero moved to the side as this amature demon took a swing with his claws. An opening, he could sense it, and he brought is elbow down into Kital Kital's back making him cry out in anguish and fall to the floor. He wasted no time in bringing his sword straight down, though he heard it hit the ground. ~Dammit... he moved...~
"AHAHA! Stupid Halfling! To slow to catch Kital Kital! Now you pay!" This voice echoed in the darkness and again came the sound of rushing footsteps. Heero moved to the side, avoiding the first blow, and suddenly the wind switched and the demon was slashing at him with each step. It was critical that Heero step back otherwise, deadly claws would sink into his flesh. He took one swing towards the demon, and knew he missed when he didn't feel it stop. Upon his back was Kital Kital now, slashing into it. He fell, claws digging into him, tearing first his coat, then his t-shirt and soon enough his skin, into blood and muscle. Moans of pain and growls of anguish came from his throat as he tried whipping his shoulders to the side and throwing this cowardice imp from his presence. Once rid of Kital Kital, Heero pushed himself to his feet, blood dripping from his back and he began to get angry.
"Silly halfling will die now, Kital Kital have nothing to worry about, can play with pretty girl!" Relena yelped at this thing grabbing her round the waist in the dark," GET OFF ME!" Despite what most may think, Relena wouldn't tolerate such behavior. A rage broke through Heero, his eyes glowing red now, he wanted blood and he wanted Kital Kital's. An unhuman snarl sounded through the dark, and through his sense of smell he could pin-point the area of his target. He charged, rage in his heart and savagely attacked. A shriek in the dark and he felt his claws ripping through flesh, tearinng bone and musle alike.
The lights came on... the whole time it was just one room... a chamber with black walls and no windows... Relena slowly stood up. Reluctanctly she began to turn to the sound of purred growling... like a sleeping lion...
"Don't turn around..." She paused. His voice was raspy... a dangerous tone within it.
"H... Heero?" Again her head started to turn.
"I said DON'T turn around!" He commanded her and she was suddenly scared into turning her back to him completely again. Heero took steps towards her. "I'm sorry...Relena... I didn't want you to see that monster I become..." He placed a hand on her shoulder and she jumped a little. Then slowly, she turned around looking into prussian blue eyes," ... I don't see a monster..." neither of them smiled but inside... they were.
They began to leave the room, stepping to a door and opening it. She was completely surprised he was still standing... blood was dripping from him a bit rapidly," Heero... your back."
He nodded," I know... I sense Tamara and the others though... their close-Ugh" He leaned forward a little and she grabbed his shoulder," Heero?"
"I'm fine..."
"No your not!" Before he knew it, Relena had pulled his arm over her shoulders... and was helping him to walk down the halls... strange, she had always counted on him for support and protection for the longest time... to come to her rescue... and now he was depending on her to keep him standing. Typical...
***
"You ready?" Milliardo looked over his shoulder at Trowa, as he was loading a gun and packing a stake or two into his pockets.
"More than ready." He replied and started to follow the newly resurrected hunter. But someone grabbed his shoulder," Wait... why do you have to go back? It's so dangerous..." Trowa looked at her eyes... and smiled bringing a hand up to touch her face," ... You know exactly why..." Marikka looked down at her feet... saddened to see him go, and a little frustrated, but there was nothing she could do to change his mind. "Hey..." Trowa placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her face to eye-contact his. "I'll come back... I promise..." Silent a moment... then she nodded as he leaned down and kissed her fully, with a passion burning in his heart, and that love transferring through his lips. Then he slipped away, Milliardo brimming at him, and they walked out the door. It closed and Marikka brought a hand up to wipe away her tear," ... Remember Trowa... you promised..."
With a smile and confidence in his return, she turned on a heel and walked back upstairs... to check on her fallen brother. She knocked stepping into his room and glared slightly," Well... are you awake? Getting your soul back seemed to do a number on you."
Wufei might have had his soul back but he was still a stubborn ass. He turned his face away and grumbled a little," I can handle it."
"Oh bull..." Marikka took a seat next to his bed, crossing her arms and one leg over the other.
"At least I didn't fall in love with a mortal and put my life on the line like an idiot." He turned up his nose. Marikka growled," Least I fell in love and have someone that loves me back. You blew that chance long ago... moron."
"She was a mortal woman, what makes you think I had any attraction to her?"
"You didn't deliver the final blow in that alley... and you didn't go after her while she was parylized in the hospital..."
"Shut up!" He growled and turned over on his side, pulling the covers up. Obvioiusly he didn't want to talk anymore... and Marikka smiled... she liked this new open ability to tease him so easilly... "My... defensive aren't we?"
***
They walked into the darkened stairwell to get into the realm of the vampire's once agian. "Are you sure you know where your going?" Trowa asked as they plunged into darkness. Milliardo lit a single match and soon the familiar hall was lit again by torchlight. "How could I forget?" The bleeched blonde lead the way. They were quick and the halls were eirie now... so empty.
"Where are all the vamps?" Trowa's voice rang out in the dark. He expected them to smell him a mile away and be tracking them... however, he couldnt hear any steps other than Milliardo's and his own. Slowly, the elder brother of Relena looked over his shoulder," They've gone to watch Kishko... that or they've fled."
"What?"
"Some vampire's have been waiting since the day they were born to see the prophecy fail... others know its coming, and know it'll succeed... so they flee to other cities, sewers, hide within lairs... they become scavengers... they figure existing is better than death itself."
Rather quickly, they came to the place Milliardo had regained his life... Both paused and reluctantly stepped inside... something sinister was amidst in this place... Something evil.
The room was darker than before. Much darker, and the drapes were ripped apart, like a storm had come through... that or a vortex. Furniture was turned over and gold tarnished. The place looked victim of a flood or fire. The only sure thing was everyone was gone or dead. "... He's taken them to the other realm."
"Other realm?" Trowa blinked in question as Milliardo began to walk towards some remaining drapes. He pulled back the blood stained drapes, though the clips gave way and they fell to the ground at his touch.
Revealed was a painting. A painting of black and swirls... there was nothing specific on it, time had wared it away to a blurr... slowly Milliardo touched it and his fingers slipped through," ... yeah, they went through it alright..."
"What do you mean?" Trowa came closer and looked like he were examining the painting.
"This painting here... it serves as a portal to Kishko's world."
"You've been?"
"Yes... its a time I'd rather forget... Kishko's power is far beyond any i've ever seen... He studies arts from the book of the dead... bound in human flesh and written in human blood... You'd think the guy wrote it... but even such arts can't be truely mastered by him." He cringed as if remembering something painful... Then looked at Trowa with a prominant and confidant smirk. "let's go now... we're probably walking into the doorway of our death's but its better than waiting for it to come claim us."
Both hunters nodded in understanding... don't get things wrong, both of them were scared shitless... but they knew what they had to do. First wen't Milliardo, he just barely touched the painting and crawled in... it rippled at his touch, like water and in one flash was gone.
Trowa sighed and took a deep breath," ... well God... here we go... " He took a step back and went a much more forward approach... he ran at the painting then, assumed a diving position, going straight in. Nothing bad happened of course he landed on the other side no problem were it not that he landed flat on his face.
"Well what in the world did you dive through for?"
Trowa stood up and brushed off, quickly then looked at Milliardo a bit embarissed. " Well... I didn't want to stop." Both were silent... Then suddenly Milliardo began to laugh, rather hartedly. Nervously Trowa scratched the back of his head... "Heh guess it was silly of me.."
"No no, not at all, rather brave I suppose..."
Looking around they started to take in their surroundings... the ballroom... It was here that Milliardo remembered... so many things. It was here he first fed... carried out his first orders... and yielded to Kishko's... needs. He shuttered to remember what had gone on here. He looked over his shoulder, brushing the memories away with thought of finding his sister, then getting the hell out of here," this way." So simply said, as he and Trowa walked off into the darkness searching for the others.
***
Steps sounded through the empty halls... This cave.. or what ever, seemed to be going on forever," ... I just remembered why I hate labrynth puzzles..." Duo grumbled a little as they walked side by side... ever since he had dropped that lighter he hadn't let go of her hand. Infact he was holding it pretty tightly... The memory flashed in her head when she kissed him before, and though it was dark, she knew her face was glowing red. Her heart beat quickened in pace.
Suddenly there was a loud thump as Honey was turning a corner. "You ran into a wall didn't you?" She asked dryly...
"If I tell you 'yes' how hard are you going to laugh?"
She smirked, stopping a moment to wait for him," That depends, how much did you smash your nose in?"
Both of them snickered a little, when suddenly red light poured through what looked like a door at the end of a dark hall... Duo was still rubbing his nose when he looked into it," What the?" He blinked as he and Honey just stood a minute... with nowhere else to go, they advanced towards the doorway. Though Honey had the strangest feeling... this light wasn't a good thing.
They stepped through the doorway together, Duo held her hand tightly... They looked around the room, the light was red and made everything have a crimson shade to it... as if it were stained in blood. She looked at Duo as she was suddenly pulled away from him and shoved into a corner by something ... Before Duo could retaliate he found himself face to face with a vampiress, her reddened eyes staring into his. He blinked once or twice, shaking his head and trying to resist the spell she tried to bring upon him. "I aint fallin for that!" The vampiress smirked," Oh is that so?"
He felt her ghostly hands moving up his legs and his pants being lossened," H-hey w-wait a sec you dont want, I dont want, er eh, eya! Hey leggo of me!"
"Oh dont you?" A bone chilling giggle and she was tickling his neck pulling at his clothes and finding that nervous laugh even more... intrigueing.
Meanwhile, Honey had her hands full with the vampire, his body pressed against her's and pinning her into the wall," Hello my dear... a glorious night..."
She growled," Yeah, glorious alright, about as glorious as a elephants ass..."
"Oh fiesty."
She smirked," You have no idea, sugar." She reached a hand back and pulled a trusty wooden stake from her ankel holster and jabbed it right into the gut. He fell back, staggering a little bit," You little fuckin bitch..."
"Well I couln't just let you get away with comin on to me like that-- tisk tisk shame on you, now you pay the price." She smiled that confidant smile and grinned even wider when he growled loudly and took a swing at her. Though it was easy to see coming and she ducked down, sending a kick straight to his middle. It hit and the vampire doubled over, but something she didn't expect. He grabbed her leg and literally threw her towards the wall. Flying through the air, she prayed she'd land somewhere soft rather than crash into the cruel floor or unforgiving walls.
The female vampire looked up and saw the body rushing towards them. She smirked delivering a quick kiss to Duo's living lips and moved out of the way. His eyes widened in surprise when he caught her, slamming into him and they toppled over to the ground. "Ugh..." Both groaned, their bodies aching with a need to lay down a while. But this was no time for naps. Honey pushed herself up and growled, looking back at the male vampire. "That was a mistake..." Both of them were pissed now... "Enough games..." Duo got up brushing off as well. "It's time to get serious." He smirked with a touch of an evil glare in his eye and stepped up next to Honey... and from there it began, their bloody dance.
"What the?" Trowa asked alloud as he heard the growl of anguish behind a door near them. "Did you hear that?"
Milliardo nodded solmnly... then stepped towards the door, peering into a window... His eyes widened as he saw two freinds... Honey and Duo... fighting away. He smirked towards Trowa," Shall we help?"
The weapons expert grinned back in full confidence," gladly..." and Milliardo turned the knob, they entered and began to join in the endless walts of slashing swords and flying blood.
***
Terry's steps echoed in the darkened halls, two scolded teens not far behind her. "What exactly was going on with you two anyway? This is no time to proclaim love." Tamara blushed at the memory within her mind. "I... we... we..."
"weren't exactly proclaiming love..." Quatre tried to help her say what needed to be said.
"Oh so you were just taking her for a joy ride!?" Terry turned to glare at Quatre and his face the red of an apple. "N-no that's not it!"
"Then what is it?"
"There were... demons." Terry raised an eyebrow at the blonde... then looked to Tamara... ~Demons? What kinda fool do they take me for?~ ... She sighed inwardly ~Oh well... no point in arguing with horny teenagers...~
Her thoughts interuppted at dragged steps echoing down the hall. "What the?" She looked towards the darkness and Quatre drawing a blade and stepping infront of Tamara... what ever it was, he was going to be prepared to slay it...
But as it turned out he need'nt slain any demon at all.
"It's Heero!" Tamara exclaimed happily, as he was being practically dragged by the
***
Duo breathed hard and quick, hair of the blood sucking bitch bunched together in his hands as the head dangled at the end. "I... hate.... vampires..." A breath between each word, as each of the hunters was very tired. Honey pushed herslef up, tossing off a dead arm that began to burst into hell flames. "Next time, we stalk up on more silver..." All four let out a laugh or a chuckle, Trowa ascending his duty to heal his comrads.
***
"We should be safe in here..."
"Why's that?" Honey blinked at Milliardo.
The resurrected hunter spoke again," This is where all Kishko's dimensions collide... the aura of each area is so jumbled up here, no illusion spells work." Duo leaned against a wall, placing a hand to his chin in thought," So everything else in this place is a weird illusion..."
"Bingo braid boy."
"Brother!" Milliardo froze... a familiar voice, one most prechious too him... "Relena?" Turning to look behind him he caught sight of his dearest little sister near the entrance of the ballroom, as well as four others... Smiling immensely, Relena dropped her protecter's hand and dashed to him, swinging her arms around in a tearful embrace. "Oh God, I got so worried-- Wait... what are you doing here?" He smiled... and wrapped his arms around her, happy to be with his only familiy again," I came to help of course..."
Duo blinked, then shot an annoying smirk towards Heero... slowly, the cheerful hunter took a dilly dallying walk over and slapped his comrad on the back," Aye Heero, you look like you've been through hell."
He only gave a glare in response," Terry-"
Instantly, a whack of a fist had been struck over the braided boy's head and he snapped a hand up to hold the throbbing bump. "I already don't like you..." He growled slightly... Terry only grinned," Im so glad."
Suddenly the room grew cold... very cold... Honey looked at her breath as it flew from her lips. "What the?" They looked around frantically. Terry suddenly snarled, a disgusted look when she caught sight of the source of such magic... "Well look whos here..." an angry stare at each step he made in advance from the shadows.
Kishko looked towards heero, white hair shadowed his eyes... he seemed to single the youth out, raising one hand and letting open palm create a wind. Wind so strong it blasted all the other hunters into the unsuspecting walls, a hit that would make few bones shatter and the walls cracked. The vampire king, smiling with confidence of a halfling's demise, as well as his comrades. "To death." Uttering only those few words, sent chills down Heero's spine and he jumped back, startled at his speed, when he ran to him and unsheathed a deadly metal, bringing it down upon Heero's shoulders. Yet the prophet was swift, bringing fourth his own silver sword and a loud clang of metal ringing out.
"So you finally made it to my little domain... prepare yourself for the fight of your life..."
"I'll prepare for my life, and you will prepare for your death!" Heero forced him back and ran at him bringing the sword down again, as they went on in the ancient dance of war. A little surprised at such a strong spirit a look of realization came across Kishko's face... but didn't remain," HA! Perhaps you will be more a challenge than I thought!"
"Oh Fuck..." curses and swears spouted from the young blonde's mouth as she pushed herself to get up, blood leaking from her lips. "That bastard..." Terry slowly rising as well.
"Why would he single out only my brother?" Terry drew a sleeve to whipe the blood away from a cut on her forehead. "Don't know... he seems a bit busy with our little hunter on his hands though..." With a devilish smirk she gave Terry a look of ambition. The other girl slowly developed a grin on her face," I like how you think..." Nodding, they both seemed to understand what the other was thinking... Honey, pulled a wooden stake from a pocket in her pants, and Terry looked behind her... she noticed trowa on the ground and kneeled, taking the firearm from his open coat. "Im borrowing this." She said to the cringing boy, who was so dizzy, he couldn't make any move to stop her.
Then both ran towards him attacking as one, Honey stopping to throw the stake with the best of accuracy, piont headed for the heart. And Terry took aim, fireing with equal or better skill. He sensed it...fools smirking, he threw a palm back calling once again on that tremendous wind... "SHIT!" And Honey took it full on, her feet lifting from the ground and she went flying back, slamming harder than before into brick, particles of debris, making her cough upon impact. The bullet deflected by wind, Kishko blasted Terry back as well, "IYA!" and she too went flying though the air, though her landing was much more merciful than Honey's. At great luck, just as Milliardo and Trowa were getting up, she was hurling towards them. Both were hit, and broke her fall as all three piled down on the ground, Trowa groaning at once again being the one that was target of a flying body.
"Ugh..." Honey leaned forward holding her acheing head... her arms felt like the bone had been shattered, the very middle of her body ached with the need for rest... for sleep. "Honey!" Duo moved over to her, the thought she may be hurt was fueling him to stand and to make his way over to her. He kneeled and looked at her battered, bruised body, sadness overcoming his eyes... Gently did he start to gather her arm over his neck and slowly lift her," Come on... are you hurt badly?" But she smirked... and chuckled," I'll live." Turning her head to give an affectionate glance.
"An annoyance dont you think?" Kishko grinned just as Heero was close and face to face in their combination of clashing swords. "What!?" His eyes flaring a red slash of anger. Suddenly black rose in a circle around them... not exactly black... more like clear water, tainted the black of Death's robes. A shield, meant to keep unwanted interfearance out... "Now you and I can fight more privately." Grunting at the halflings strength, He threw Heero back towards the shields wall... not only would it keep the unwanted out... it kept the wanted in... He looked back at the shield and slammed his fist against it... "Dammit..." He brought angered eyes back to Kishko... and smirked, "... things have only gotten more interesting..."
"No shield can hold me back!" Terry ran at him," Wait!" Milliardo called in warning as she took off. She came closer to the black of the shield and balled her fist," I wont allow you to destroy my family!" and the threw her fist into it... but it merely sparked electric charge and then threw her back again, upon landing the floor she slid a few feet until her head had met the wall... she started to notice... she was getting tossed around alot. Growling, and now thinking she should have listened she got back up,"... damn you..."
***
"... Oh please cant we help them?" Catherine squealed, she wanted to help so bad. "Not yet Catherine!" Dorothy growled becoming a little annoyed by the worrying archangel. They had to wait, they had to wait for one of them to say the words, that they would be willing to give their life for another. This was it, the final battle, they had to wait until now... "Hurry you guys..." Lucrezia sighed.
***
"You'll die before the hours out..." a light hearted, yet malice filled smile appeared as he savagely dug demonic claws into Heero's arms, then drew them down to create large cuts. There was to much pain going through him to even scream out as he narrowed his eyes in a glare at the vampire king... Heero called as much strength that remained in him, ignoring the immense pain and drew a dagger from the sheath on his belt. Blinded by determination and anger, he sloppily took a strike. Yet it was easilly evaded, and Kishko slammed his knee right into the unsuspecting hunters abdomen... Heero flew back, slamming into the shields wall... it was there he fell...
"He... He's not getting up..." Quatre watched, his eyes widening.
"HEERO GET UP!" Terry cried to him.
"Yes, take the advice of your lowly sister... get up..." He was mocking him... but Heero didn't move... his eyes were closed, and brown locks hid his closed and cringing eyes from view. "GET UP YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A PROPHET!" Kishko yelled at him... then gained a look of confusion... a strange sound... a chuckle? Where was this strange sound of joy coming from? He directed his ear at Heero... was he... laughing? A little intimidated, he watched slowly as Heero moved to stand on his feet. He was straight up again and lifted his head, blood trailing from his mouth and a smirk on his face.
"What are you so happy about?" His confidence returning quickly, "Happy to die!?" With out warning, he gained speed and ran at him with the intention of whipping that silly grin off his face... was he really taking the vampire king that lightly?! How dare he! And a price would he pay, a price indeed.
Kishko leaped into the air, drawing a blade of blood red... then like slow motion decended, to deliver the final blow... this was it, this was his last attack, one hit from such a blade and it was all over.
"HEERO MOVE!" warned Duo.
"HERO!" Shouted Relena, pure fear of his death racing through her veins... but something strange happened... Kishko's blade bared down and stuck him. A light, a blast, and he was thrown back, fast and hard. Crashing into the barriers walls...
The hunters starred in shock... had Heero called a new power...
"... Guys whats that?" Tamara looked closer through the dark shield. "... He... drew his sword that quickly?" Milliardo was starring in amazement... maybe Heero was strong enough to protect his sister afterall.
His sword was... glowing. A bright hot light that hurt the eyes of evil, peircing through darkness and shinning devinely. Warmth filled his veins... The slashes in his arms suddenly closed, and color became more abundant in his face... He blinked and starred at the new blade in his hand, a very impressive peice of work.
Pure silver, and feathers wrapped the hilt... soft feathers. Were these feathers of an angel? This blade wasn't his... but it had sure as hell come in handy deflecting Kishko's attempt of a final blast for death.
***
In heaven things we're a tad more calm... yet still chaotic... The other three Angels glared to the one who had wronged in the prophecy. "What?" She asked nervously.
"Wonderful, Catherine... screw up the whole prophecy." Sighed Hilde.
"I suppose now is good as any time to do this though..." Lucrerezia sighed sadly," ... I wonder who will die to keep this blade alive..." She placed her hand over the pool of sight and let it glow... then closed her eyes and waited a moment.
***
~Tamara~
"What the?" She looked around... who was calling to her? The voice was familiar...
~Tamara!~
"Noin?" It clicked... was it the archangel speaking to her now?
~Yes! Quickly, that sword Heero weilds...~
"What about it?"
~It's called the Angel's blade, quickly it needs life energy.~
"Life Energy?" Tamara wondered... what did they mean 'life energy?'
~Someone must give their life in order for its power to remain...~
"What!?" She jumped back looking around rather frantically. "You mean... sacrifice?"
~Sadly... yes...If he uses that sword he can destroy Kishko in one blow-~
"Then I will."
~NO! You and Trowa are the givers, you alone can channel the energy from the tribute to the sword... Listen to me, notify the hunters, Heero is the only one that can weild the sword, he must destroy Kishko as soon as possible... quickly! Before we are unable to channel the angel energy any longer!~
"Right."
"Who're you talking to?" Quatre butted in a bit concerned.
"No time to explain." She pushed past him and ran to the other hunters. "Quickly, all of you listen to me!"
They turned, Milliardo helping Terry to her feet for the second time. "What is it?" Relena blinked at Tamara with a hope for good news.
"That sword that just appeared... It's called the 'Angel's blade' It needs good life energy to continue on with its power... It needs one of us to give our lives..." Silence... they stood in shock a moment. Die? She was asking one of them to die... Relena's heart took a plunge... no! she wouldn't let anyone die here, there had to be another way," Are you insane!? your asking one of us to die on a hunch Tamara!"
The crimson haired giver looked back at Relena with the most serious of stares," no the archangel Lucrezia tells me."
"But, we need all of us here to fight." She had to protest this, there had to be another way.
"If heero uses the sword he can destroy kishko in one blow!" The younger girl shouted over a blast and breaking mirrors and glass... Kishko was starting to tap into higher power, the power he had gained from the book of the dead.
Trowa waited until the noise had died down... He loved Marikka and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her... but this was to insure her life," Then I'll go."
"No!" Tamara snapped at him. "You and I need to channnel the life energy, we're the only ones that can do it."
All of them were silent... just as Quatre was catching up to them. He wondered, what in the world was everyone being so quiet for. Then Relena growled," No, we came here all together, we're leaving all together!"
Getting irritated now, Tamara said to Relena, sternly, "He's calling power from the book of the dead, either we all die now or one gives their life and we save the world-- which is it Relena!?"
They were quiet once agian..
His cold red eyes starred upon the distraught hunters. Duo was holding on to Honey's limp body, she barely standing and just barely concious... though enough energy to glare, as the taste of her own blood remained in her mouth. Milliardo stepped forward," I'll do it..."
Terry opened her mouth in protest," But Mill-"
"No Buts..."
Relena turned to stare at him with her widest eyes," No! I just got you back I wont lose you again I refuse to!"
He shook his head. "My dearest sister... I wasn't meant to live anyway... I have to go... You need everyone else here, I have served my purpose..."
She shook her head, starting to cry free tears," NO! I wont let you!" She ran at him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He hesitated a moment... then hugged back, with a kind smile down at her. All his life he had protected her, mostly when she was a squirt... He wanted to see her grow, and her children, watch her get married... but his mind was made. Relena didn't need his protection any longer. He brought her eyes to his and smiled warmly,"...Your no longer a little girl Relena... You don't need my protection."
"What about your love!? Brother I just got you back why are you leaving me again!?" She was shouting now, histerically...
He shook his head," no... I am not leaving you." He leaned down and gave her a kiss on her forehead, before breaking away gently and stepping towards the glow of light. The hunters starred in shock, parylized by it, unable to stop him, and Kishko watched in surprise," You can't be serious!?" He, was in utter disbelief that someone was so unselfish to give their life for others. Milliardo gave a unforgiving glare to the vampire king. "I am quite serious..." As the light engulfed him now... he showed no pain. Felt no pain or remorse for his choice. The same warm smile he had worn always as he turned to face his sister. Softly his lips moved in the shape of words, his last to her. "I will always be with you."
"MILLIARDO!" Relena screamed and sunk to her knees, sobbing and slamming her fist into the ballroom floor. "Why does it have to be this way..." She cryed into her hands... but there was no time for mourning now, the other hunters knew that.
The light became blinding and he dissapeared, the energy changing to a beam and shooting into Heero's blade. "Tamara, Trowa, protect everyone else." He gave them an order like a general. Heero pulled the sword up, placing the warmed steel to his heart," Thank you..." He whispered... then shoot a narrowed stare to Kishko, swinging the glowing sword, the Angel Blade. "Now... We Finish this."
Tamara closed her eyes, in a flash she was dressed of white robes, light emmiting from her. She clasped her hands together, bowing her head in prayer. Her figure was then lifted from the floor, each word uttered her light became brighter. Trowa then closed his eyes as well, and the same flash came over him, the same kind of holy white clothes appearing over his form. Placing his index fingers together, he also bowed his head in prayer and together the two givers channeled Milliardo's energy. With each word did light glow only slightly brighter in the room.
Honey looked at her arm.. this warm light hit it and she saw... her slash was... healing... like magic, her cuts dissapeared and she felt refreshed... revitalized... it seemed like it was running that way with the rest of the hunters as well.
"Milliardo..." Heero brought the Angel Blade up and prepared to strike, it was at its peak of power. Like the sun, and Kishko shielded his eyes hissing and curling into a protective corner... he couldn't stand the light... if there was one thing he couldn't take it was light this bright... the shinning of heaven. "Give me strenth!" Heero leaped into the air and brought the sword down to emit the final blast, the final hit... the end. "Strike of Heaven!" He called out and in one swing, did a shock, the mixture of elextricity and the very touch of all that was good, went hurling to the feeble vampire king...
He opened his eyes," Damn... you...bastard..." Engulfed in the hot light of his death, the flesh burned away, as well as the bones... his soul... Kishko... the great kind... was defeated...
***
It was morning. Sun slowly rising, and ending the horrible night. From the rubble of the subway they emerged," ... well... I hope we never have to do that again..." Duo smirked, shaking the debris of broken stone from his hair. Then he caught sight of Honey smiling at him, like... well you know the look. Quatre holding Tamara's hands as he helped her over the broken stones and rubbel, when suddenly they heard rushed steps. All turned to look and saw two shadowed figures running up the paved hill," Trowa!"
It was Marikka and not far behind was Wufei. She was running to her love with the brightest of smiles. He looked at her and opened his arms, grinning widely as he caught her, swinging her around, then into a powerful kiss. Very softly did he lift from her again and stare into the endless sea that was her eyes. "I almost thought you wouldn't come back..."
He smirked," I promised didn't I?"
All of them seemed happy... All but one. Relena felt an emptyness in her heart... her brother was gone. She had lost him agian. But there was nothing she could do to change that. With each passing second, her heart sunk a little more, tears starting to well... he was gone again. Her only brother, her only family... Her tear fell. A single tear shed for his blood...Though she was a little starteled to find a hand on her shoulder and turned, her eyes coming to contact with beautiful prussian blue. "Heero?" He looked at her like he was pained to see her this way. Eyes almost as sad as her's... these tears made his heart break. He lifted the pad of his thumb to her eye, and gently pushed it away off the paled soft skin. " It doesn't suit you to cry Relena... Your brother gave his life in exchange for ours... for that he will be honored forever in out hearts."
"I know..." She looked away from him, rain still begging from the cloud of her eyes. "I know..." She repeated. Then eyes widened, he took her arm and pulled her close to him... a gentle yet posessive embrace and a promise. "Relena... I'll protect you forever... We'll never forget him." Blinking... she slowly nodded, with a slight blush. Then they broke away and he starred at her again... "There's something I've been meaning to do..." Red was still light on her cheeks as she looked at him... with out words she said she wanted to know... and he leaned down, applying the slight pressure of soft lips to hers. She grew much more rosy, eyes widened in shock... then slowly did she begin to close her eyes, relaxing into the devine world of his love... love? ... He loved her...
She wanted this moment to last forever... However it was rudely interuppted once Duo had lifted his head from convorsation with everyone else who hadn't gone off in their own little world... grinning he said to Honey," I was wondering when he'd finally get around to puttin the moves on that girl." Honey blinked glancing over to Relena and Heero... she smiled, her best freind had found happiness out of this whole mess after all...
"WOO! GO HEERO!" Duo shouted, completely blowing the moment, Heero slowly breaking away from her... his eyes lingered with her's until he averted his gaze giving a rather harsh glare towards the braided boy.
Meanwhile, Duo was cracking up, holding his stomach and trying to catch his breath... Honey rolled her eyes. "Honestly, is he never serious?" She looked towards Quatre with the question... He sighed and mused," He might once he realizes Heero aims on his death."
"Wha?" Duo stood up, looking over his shoulder just in time... to see Heero had pulled a firearm out of pretty much nowhere... "HOW THE HELL DOES HE DO THAT!?" he jumped, then ducked down as Heero shot at him. " Duo... OMAE O KOROUSO!"
"AIIIEEEEEE!"
Heero engaged in chase after the idiot of little brain... everyone knew Heero would never truely kill Duo... and that the chase was merely for fun... but maim him... now that was a different story.
Relish: ....
What?
Relish: You call that a kiss?
Oh right, dissopointment, well I was bound to get critisism sooner or later...
Relish: *whispers subliminaly* seeeequuuueeeeellllll......seeequuuueeeellllll
SHUT UP! *thwacks her*
Heero: *aims a gun*
O.O;;; why me? - -;;;
heheh Reaview please! ^ ^
