You are going to hate meeeeeee...
Hmm...Well, I wasn't all too please with this chapter, I've got all these wickedly fun ideas swirling around in my head, but without the proper build-up and information, I couldn't just jump right in and write them, so this chapter is all the nitty- gritty that begins the downward spiral. Oh yeah baby, it's gonna get reaaaaaaaally ugly. *evil grin*
*sniffle* Only two reviews for DVG? *pout* That's all right, Shella's wonderful-ness review made up for it! I'm sorry!!!! I don't mean to be so evil, I swear! It's just natural. ^^ But yeah, there isn't much Wufei/Heero action in this chapter, it's more centered around the slayers, though next chapter...Holy crap is it gonna get UGLY. Pure, grade A UGLY. Let's just say I am REAAAALLY enjoying myself as I'm writing. *evil grin* Anywho, I'm glad you liked the whole Wufei/Heero interaction! So many fun twists coming...*ahem* And Duo- analytical? Wow, didn't mean for it to go too in depth, but I guess I just get so carried away with my writing I don't even notice. *sweatdrop*
And thank you. I luff shounen-ai. *sigh* Of course, I'm no straight person myself, so writing little lovey-dovey guy/guy scenes is no sweat. Now if only I could apply that to real life...*sniffle* Being single is not fun.
BUT YEAH! I think I've rambled on enough, don't you agree? Yeah, you're probably about to strangle me, so let's just get on with the chapter, ne? I'm sure I don't have to go over the disclaimer and warnings -again-, if you're this far along into the fic, then there's no need!
Without further adieu...
***
Walking home, Duo was feeling lost. Not like he didn't know where he was going, because he certainly did, but just lost in general. He couldn't get the Japanese vampire from his mind no matter how hard he tried to think about something else.
Duo had gone and opened his big mouth without even taking into account Heero's position in this situation, nor how Wufei would react if he knew that he had practically told his 'friend' everything. Even though he hadn't -literally- said anything; his guilty conscience was telling him that the way he had acted made him as readable as a book. He had given off the sense of having had a full conversation with Wufei at some point between the time at the 'Oasis' and his run-in with Heero, and that whatever they had discussed definitely didn't count as Brownie points to the bloodsuckers.
There wasn't going to be a Girl Scouts badge to add to the sash.
Not good.
Not good at all.
He hoped and prayed to any greater being who would listen that nothing happened to Wufei before he was able to talk to him tomorrow night at the 'Chasing the Dragon'.
'I should've never said a word to him, should've just ignored him and kept on walking,' he thought, furious with himself. He still couldn't get Heero from his mind though.
Maybe it was those tight jeans and the leather jacket...Or his intense, chiseled features...But they were supposed to look abnormally gorgeous, Duo reminded himself again. And not for the last time either.
He suddenly realized he had passed the apartment complex two blocks ago and turned around, keeping himself concentrated on his surroundings instead of the conflicting notions in his brain driving him nuts. Standing impatiently in the elevator, Duo struggled to get a grip on himself before he got anywhere near their apartment. The smallest insinuation that something was tormenting him was enough to send Quatre buzzing about trying to figure out what it was and how he could fix it to make it better. As much as he cared about the Arabian, that was the only aspect about him that thoroughly annoyed the hell out of Duo.
And to be frank, his head throbbed, his body ached and stung, his thoughts were insanely rampant and all he wanted to do was go to bed and sleep it off. Not the kind of mood that was up for being pestered with.
Luckily, when Duo got inside, he found the apartment quiet and empty, or at least the living room and kitchen were vacant anyway. Quatre and Trowa had long been in bed and were in utter bliss, for all those right reasons, at the moment. Yes, their bedroom was -definitely- occupied.
So instead of sitting down with the first aid kit and getting himself cleaned up like he should have, Duo just went straight to bed, not even changing out of his clothes or taking his shoes off.
***
"Oh god, Duo you look terrible! Why didn't you come get me or Trowa this morning when you got home?" Quatre demanded, looking concerned.
Clearly getting a cup of coffee before taking a shower wasn't a brilliant idea on Duo's part.
Quatre and Trowa had been sitting together in the living room when he had come out in all his tattered glory, it seemed worse in full daylight. His usual groomed, long plait was an nearly unrecognizable knot, his bangs stuck out in all directions, the white cuffs to his rolled up sleeves were stained with grass and blood and the cuts from the thorns were slightly reddish and puffy from being neglected medical treatment.
"Please don't start, Q-man- Let me get coffee first..." Duo groaned, rubbing his face roughly as he shuffled into the kitchen like a half-dead zombie. He re-entered the living room a few minutes later with a large steaming mug in hand and appearing a bit more awake than he had before.
"I can't believe you went through with your shift like -that-," Quatre continued exasperatingly.
"It's not as bad as it looks! Seriously! I'll take a shower and be perfectly fine," Duo argued, trying in vain to brush his bangs down in a normal position. Unibang Boy was one for gravity defying hair, not him.
Trowa had been attempting to seem concerned for Quatre's sake, but that didn't keep him from snickering every time he glanced at the disheveled Shinigami and earning himself a dark look from his lover. Quatre though, was only using their discourse as a diversion as he tried to discern the strife suppressed underneath Duo's tired demeanor. It was all jumbled together and was going to be completely illegible until Duo was more alert.
"Sure you will. So you're seeing Wufei tonight, aren't you?" Quatre asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah..." He went quiet for a moment then got up from his seat. "Speaking of which, I still haven't found anything yet, so I'm gonna go take that shower now so I can get back to work."
Duo finished his coffee and disappeared into the rear of the apartment again.
"What was that about?" Trowa wondered aloud, staring at the doorway he had gone through.
Quatre didn't answer.
***
Emerging from his room that night, Wufei was surprised to see that Heero had yet to leave. He had waited until an hour after dusk in hopes that he would be gone, usually he was out the second it was dark. There would be no prospect of secrecy then. Damn.
"Going out?"
"Aren't you?" Wufei replied casually, pulling in his trenchcoat.
"Maybe later," Heero shrugged indifferently.
"Too bad, then I'm going to miss out on having the oh-so- inspiring 'you're a pathetic excuse of a vampire' speech from you," he rolled his eyes.
"Well if you insist..."
"I was only being- no, I am -not- going to start that argument again," Wufei shook his head doggedly and opened the front door. "I'll see you later."
Heero smirked to himself as he left, 'Yes you will.' He lingered for only a few minutes before grabbing his jacket and heading out after Wufei.
***
Quatre poked his head into Duo's room and discovered the braided boy poring over one of the many thick, dusty volumes that were scattered around him on his bed. He had been right, once he had had a shower and a change of clothes he looked by far better than he had earlier that day.
"Did you find anything?" Quatre queried, coming in a bit further when Duo glanced up at him.
"Yeah, I was just reading one of the possibilities when you came in."
"So you've got more than one?"
"Yeah," Duo slid off his bed and followed Quatre out into the living room. "The first was killing the sire, but we can't use that because Wufei doesn't have a clue who his attacker was, at least as far as I know because I don't think he mentioned it."
"What's the other?" Trowa asked.
"This is gonna sound really corny...but if the guy can find a 'true love' or whatever and bites the person, then supposedly the love heals the damage," Duo snorted. "Has Walt Disney written all over it. There is a catch though. There can't be any hesitation on either side during the- er- procedure, and it has to be love. Lust doesn't count. If it isn't real, then all that happens is that the person he bites gets turned."
"So it's a sick, twisted version of Walt Disney...That makes it so much more appropriate."
"Don't be too enthusiastic now," Quatre remarked dryly.
"Well, it's the truth," he replied impassively.
"All things considered, it is. I mean what kind of story -isn't- morbid when involving vampires and slayers?" Duo added with a grin. The blonde merely sighed and shook his head.
"But anyways...I don't have time to research for anymore information, I'm gonna take what I have now," he went on, "I told Wufei I would meet him, so I'm just gonna head out and get this over with."
"Are you sure you want to do it by yourself?" asked Quatre worriedly.
"C'mon, I can take care of myself, Q-man," Duo assured. "It'll be quick, I'm just going there and giving him the info. That's all. Then I'll go track you two down so we can get on with our business. If it makes you fell better, I'll leave myself open to you, if I get in any trouble, I can call out."
"Okay..." The empath still looked anxious. He couldn't shake the nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach no matter what he said. Something bad was going to arise from this.
"Great, I'll catch up with you guys later then," Duo grinned and gathered his things from the closet in the hallway as he left.
'Now...that bar almost on the other side of town, so...shortcut...' He kept a close watch out as he made his way down the sidewalk and veered off into the park. Duo wasn't going to use the 'scenic' route this time though, after last night he thought it was better if he avoided that section for a while, the more inhabited path would work plenty well enough.
Though...the main trail seemed deserted. Duo had been expecting to see people, little kids playing out past curfew, some drunken bums, or -anyone- for in that case, but he had been going on at a good pace and hadn't run into a single person. And it was quiet, eerily quiet.
'Oh shut up Maxwell, you're just getting paranoid because Quatre was being neurotic about you winging it alone,' Duo berated in his mind. 'It's all coincidence.'
That was when he sensed it. Them. There were three, no two; he couldn't tell exactly what the third was.
He was surrounded.
And unless they showed themselves Duo could do nothing about it except stand there, rooted to the spot.
***
I am about to destroy any hope of a heterosexual relationship in this story...*ahem* not giving anything away of course...
Hmm...Well, I wasn't all too please with this chapter, I've got all these wickedly fun ideas swirling around in my head, but without the proper build-up and information, I couldn't just jump right in and write them, so this chapter is all the nitty- gritty that begins the downward spiral. Oh yeah baby, it's gonna get reaaaaaaaally ugly. *evil grin*
*sniffle* Only two reviews for DVG? *pout* That's all right, Shella's wonderful-ness review made up for it! I'm sorry!!!! I don't mean to be so evil, I swear! It's just natural. ^^ But yeah, there isn't much Wufei/Heero action in this chapter, it's more centered around the slayers, though next chapter...Holy crap is it gonna get UGLY. Pure, grade A UGLY. Let's just say I am REAAAALLY enjoying myself as I'm writing. *evil grin* Anywho, I'm glad you liked the whole Wufei/Heero interaction! So many fun twists coming...*ahem* And Duo- analytical? Wow, didn't mean for it to go too in depth, but I guess I just get so carried away with my writing I don't even notice. *sweatdrop*
And thank you. I luff shounen-ai. *sigh* Of course, I'm no straight person myself, so writing little lovey-dovey guy/guy scenes is no sweat. Now if only I could apply that to real life...*sniffle* Being single is not fun.
BUT YEAH! I think I've rambled on enough, don't you agree? Yeah, you're probably about to strangle me, so let's just get on with the chapter, ne? I'm sure I don't have to go over the disclaimer and warnings -again-, if you're this far along into the fic, then there's no need!
Without further adieu...
***
Walking home, Duo was feeling lost. Not like he didn't know where he was going, because he certainly did, but just lost in general. He couldn't get the Japanese vampire from his mind no matter how hard he tried to think about something else.
Duo had gone and opened his big mouth without even taking into account Heero's position in this situation, nor how Wufei would react if he knew that he had practically told his 'friend' everything. Even though he hadn't -literally- said anything; his guilty conscience was telling him that the way he had acted made him as readable as a book. He had given off the sense of having had a full conversation with Wufei at some point between the time at the 'Oasis' and his run-in with Heero, and that whatever they had discussed definitely didn't count as Brownie points to the bloodsuckers.
There wasn't going to be a Girl Scouts badge to add to the sash.
Not good.
Not good at all.
He hoped and prayed to any greater being who would listen that nothing happened to Wufei before he was able to talk to him tomorrow night at the 'Chasing the Dragon'.
'I should've never said a word to him, should've just ignored him and kept on walking,' he thought, furious with himself. He still couldn't get Heero from his mind though.
Maybe it was those tight jeans and the leather jacket...Or his intense, chiseled features...But they were supposed to look abnormally gorgeous, Duo reminded himself again. And not for the last time either.
He suddenly realized he had passed the apartment complex two blocks ago and turned around, keeping himself concentrated on his surroundings instead of the conflicting notions in his brain driving him nuts. Standing impatiently in the elevator, Duo struggled to get a grip on himself before he got anywhere near their apartment. The smallest insinuation that something was tormenting him was enough to send Quatre buzzing about trying to figure out what it was and how he could fix it to make it better. As much as he cared about the Arabian, that was the only aspect about him that thoroughly annoyed the hell out of Duo.
And to be frank, his head throbbed, his body ached and stung, his thoughts were insanely rampant and all he wanted to do was go to bed and sleep it off. Not the kind of mood that was up for being pestered with.
Luckily, when Duo got inside, he found the apartment quiet and empty, or at least the living room and kitchen were vacant anyway. Quatre and Trowa had long been in bed and were in utter bliss, for all those right reasons, at the moment. Yes, their bedroom was -definitely- occupied.
So instead of sitting down with the first aid kit and getting himself cleaned up like he should have, Duo just went straight to bed, not even changing out of his clothes or taking his shoes off.
***
"Oh god, Duo you look terrible! Why didn't you come get me or Trowa this morning when you got home?" Quatre demanded, looking concerned.
Clearly getting a cup of coffee before taking a shower wasn't a brilliant idea on Duo's part.
Quatre and Trowa had been sitting together in the living room when he had come out in all his tattered glory, it seemed worse in full daylight. His usual groomed, long plait was an nearly unrecognizable knot, his bangs stuck out in all directions, the white cuffs to his rolled up sleeves were stained with grass and blood and the cuts from the thorns were slightly reddish and puffy from being neglected medical treatment.
"Please don't start, Q-man- Let me get coffee first..." Duo groaned, rubbing his face roughly as he shuffled into the kitchen like a half-dead zombie. He re-entered the living room a few minutes later with a large steaming mug in hand and appearing a bit more awake than he had before.
"I can't believe you went through with your shift like -that-," Quatre continued exasperatingly.
"It's not as bad as it looks! Seriously! I'll take a shower and be perfectly fine," Duo argued, trying in vain to brush his bangs down in a normal position. Unibang Boy was one for gravity defying hair, not him.
Trowa had been attempting to seem concerned for Quatre's sake, but that didn't keep him from snickering every time he glanced at the disheveled Shinigami and earning himself a dark look from his lover. Quatre though, was only using their discourse as a diversion as he tried to discern the strife suppressed underneath Duo's tired demeanor. It was all jumbled together and was going to be completely illegible until Duo was more alert.
"Sure you will. So you're seeing Wufei tonight, aren't you?" Quatre asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah..." He went quiet for a moment then got up from his seat. "Speaking of which, I still haven't found anything yet, so I'm gonna go take that shower now so I can get back to work."
Duo finished his coffee and disappeared into the rear of the apartment again.
"What was that about?" Trowa wondered aloud, staring at the doorway he had gone through.
Quatre didn't answer.
***
Emerging from his room that night, Wufei was surprised to see that Heero had yet to leave. He had waited until an hour after dusk in hopes that he would be gone, usually he was out the second it was dark. There would be no prospect of secrecy then. Damn.
"Going out?"
"Aren't you?" Wufei replied casually, pulling in his trenchcoat.
"Maybe later," Heero shrugged indifferently.
"Too bad, then I'm going to miss out on having the oh-so- inspiring 'you're a pathetic excuse of a vampire' speech from you," he rolled his eyes.
"Well if you insist..."
"I was only being- no, I am -not- going to start that argument again," Wufei shook his head doggedly and opened the front door. "I'll see you later."
Heero smirked to himself as he left, 'Yes you will.' He lingered for only a few minutes before grabbing his jacket and heading out after Wufei.
***
Quatre poked his head into Duo's room and discovered the braided boy poring over one of the many thick, dusty volumes that were scattered around him on his bed. He had been right, once he had had a shower and a change of clothes he looked by far better than he had earlier that day.
"Did you find anything?" Quatre queried, coming in a bit further when Duo glanced up at him.
"Yeah, I was just reading one of the possibilities when you came in."
"So you've got more than one?"
"Yeah," Duo slid off his bed and followed Quatre out into the living room. "The first was killing the sire, but we can't use that because Wufei doesn't have a clue who his attacker was, at least as far as I know because I don't think he mentioned it."
"What's the other?" Trowa asked.
"This is gonna sound really corny...but if the guy can find a 'true love' or whatever and bites the person, then supposedly the love heals the damage," Duo snorted. "Has Walt Disney written all over it. There is a catch though. There can't be any hesitation on either side during the- er- procedure, and it has to be love. Lust doesn't count. If it isn't real, then all that happens is that the person he bites gets turned."
"So it's a sick, twisted version of Walt Disney...That makes it so much more appropriate."
"Don't be too enthusiastic now," Quatre remarked dryly.
"Well, it's the truth," he replied impassively.
"All things considered, it is. I mean what kind of story -isn't- morbid when involving vampires and slayers?" Duo added with a grin. The blonde merely sighed and shook his head.
"But anyways...I don't have time to research for anymore information, I'm gonna take what I have now," he went on, "I told Wufei I would meet him, so I'm just gonna head out and get this over with."
"Are you sure you want to do it by yourself?" asked Quatre worriedly.
"C'mon, I can take care of myself, Q-man," Duo assured. "It'll be quick, I'm just going there and giving him the info. That's all. Then I'll go track you two down so we can get on with our business. If it makes you fell better, I'll leave myself open to you, if I get in any trouble, I can call out."
"Okay..." The empath still looked anxious. He couldn't shake the nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach no matter what he said. Something bad was going to arise from this.
"Great, I'll catch up with you guys later then," Duo grinned and gathered his things from the closet in the hallway as he left.
'Now...that bar almost on the other side of town, so...shortcut...' He kept a close watch out as he made his way down the sidewalk and veered off into the park. Duo wasn't going to use the 'scenic' route this time though, after last night he thought it was better if he avoided that section for a while, the more inhabited path would work plenty well enough.
Though...the main trail seemed deserted. Duo had been expecting to see people, little kids playing out past curfew, some drunken bums, or -anyone- for in that case, but he had been going on at a good pace and hadn't run into a single person. And it was quiet, eerily quiet.
'Oh shut up Maxwell, you're just getting paranoid because Quatre was being neurotic about you winging it alone,' Duo berated in his mind. 'It's all coincidence.'
That was when he sensed it. Them. There were three, no two; he couldn't tell exactly what the third was.
He was surrounded.
And unless they showed themselves Duo could do nothing about it except stand there, rooted to the spot.
***
I am about to destroy any hope of a heterosexual relationship in this story...*ahem* not giving anything away of course...