EEP! *hides* You're gonna hate me for this chapter...
*ahem* Now that my little moment of panic has passed...I must sincerely apologize for the long, long delay in posting up this new chapter! *sweatdrop* I got grounded for reasons undisclosed, and thus was banned from my precious Internet for a week. *sniffle* But that gave me time to write lots and think of all sorts of fun, evil new plot twists, even though suffering from Internet withdrawal. But I'm back!!!! *dun dun dun* Anyone miss me? ^^;;;
(Duo: Just nod your heads and let her think she's 'special'.)
o.0;;; Where'd he come from?! Ah well, anywho...but yes. I -know- I am going to be getting some major death threats with this chapter. I was planning on this chapter to be all nice, and reviewer-friendly, but my inspiration just won't let me. *sweatdrop* However much sense -that- just made. There's a cute 3+4 moment though! *cheer!* ^^ If that eases the death threats any. Um, yeah.
Enough of my completely pointless babbling, eh? On with the reviews!
Mars: You're welcome! ^___^ Lol, yes 'she's dead. Forget melodramatic whispering! Do the schizophrenic Gollum! Lol! I love Gollum. But yes, anyways...I make Heero an asshole again. *sigh* He's never gonna want to be in another fic of mine by the time I'm through with this story. By the end of this chapter, you'll know what I mean. I'm so evil to my beloved G-boys sometimes...^^;;; Now for the party!
Smiley-person: 'hn...'? Is that a good 'hn' or and bad 'hn'? o0;;;
Xangel: Wee! Yes Relena is dead. ^^ It's always been a dream of mine to kill her off somehow, and I did it! *evil laughter* Even if it was in a very unconventional way. Oh well, I got to do it though, didn't I? ^_^
Solain-Rhyo- Here you go! I wrote more! And yes, Guilty Pleasures is awesome! I'm trying to get my hands on the next book in the series, but being grounded AND sick doesn't get you very far, now does it? Hopefully now that I'm better and ungrounded-ish I can go to Barnes & Nobles and get me some more of Laurell K. Hamilton's books. ^^ Yaay!
Solus Nox: Am I making Wufei too nice? I didn't think so, I thought I balanced out his sarcasm and Justice Boy-ish-ness and vulnerability good. Maybe it's just Duo getting to him. ^^ No one can refuse the power of the beautiful braided bishounen! But yeah, anywho! And no, my friend told me about the Anita Blake series a couple of weeks ago when she asked me to join her RPG based on the books. She wanted me to play Ronnie, and I told her I hadn't read the books, so she gave me some book titles to read so I could do the RPG. ^^ And I really have no clue how long this is gonna last, I plan on ending it as everything gets resolved, but I keep throwing myself plot twists. *sweatdrop* I dunno, we'll just have to see how this party pans out, but I think there are still a good three or four more chapters left before I finish this fic. Maybe more. It just depends on what new twists I can put onto this story before I run out of inspiration. ^^;;;
Lexington: Thank you! I'm glad you think it's great so far! Here's the next chapter!
On with the fic!
***
Wufei cleared his throat uncomfortably. "If you swear not to make me take this to my grave, do I still have the option of chickening out?" He did not want his vision to adjust to the darkness, by the sounds and smells of things, it would be an excellent idea to keep it focused on the ceiling.
"No, besides you're already inside."
"Please?"
"Nope."
"You're really love watching me suffer, don't you?" Wufei groaned, still concentrated on the roof.
"Naturally," Heero replied amusedly, leading him out of the hallway and into the closest room.
"I hate you...I really do, I hope you've realized that by now."
There was no reply from him. Wufei swallowed hard and dared a glimpse around the room he had been brought into. Heero was gone.
'Damn him!' He cursed silently. 'Where the hell did he go? This is what I get for agreeing to anything he proposes!' Deciding that standing in the doorway like a gawking idiot wouldn't do much better, Wufei carefully made his way towards the end of a nearby couch, it was only occupied by a blonde and his shirtless beau with gravity-defying hair, whom were on the opposite side.
This seemed safe. Yes, sitting here inconspicuously and waiting for Heero to return so he could bash his head in seemed really safe...even running into Duo by 'chance' didn't sound so bad either... Until Wufei caught the blonde glancing over at him and whispering something to the other's ear. He shook his head in disagreement and the blonde looked briefly at the Chinese vampire again, biting his lip uncertainly as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
***
Duo REALLY regretted walking through the threshold the second he was inside. Poor Quatre was going to need major psychiatric help after this.
There was people -everywhere-, and they sure weren't just sitting around sipping tea and talking about their lives. Oh no, the 'Welcome!' for this party was grab the first person in sight and shag like mad the floor or against the wall. If they were going to do -that- right off the bat, why bother with wearing clothes to the party in the first place?
It was air conditioned inside though. That was a perk.
As Duo moved further into the house, he got potent whiffs of cigarette smoke, alcohol, blood and other bodily fluids, making him nauseous. He tried ignoring it, but it was just too damn strong. 'Act like you enjoy this crap Maxwell...' he thought, forcing himself to smile instead of throw up.
It worked, for the most part. Suddenly, the next thing he knew was that someone had a pair of arms around his waist and was pulling him out of the middle of the hallway.
Duo blinked and found himself staring into the last pair of eyes he needed to be looking into under the current circumstances.
Prussian blue.
Intense Prussian blue.
He instinctively jerked back, but Heero had a firm grip about his torso. He got bonus points though for being able to tear his furious gaze away and glaring pointedly at the wall.
"Let me go." Duo growled dangerously, putting his hands against his chest to shove him away.
"You don't belong here." Heero replied simply, his hold not slackening.
"Damn it, I said let me go!" he hissed, glancing around to see if anyone was watching. No, they were all too busy doing their own...activities. "I swear if you don't, I'll kill you right here and now."
"Being a little melodramatic, aren't you?"
"It would get you to let me go, wouldn't it?"
"I would reconsider that if I were you," Heero answered quietly, leaning in more so that only the braided boy could hear.
"Give me one good reason why I should reconsider," Duo argued, attempting in vain to unpry himself and fight off the impending blush that threatened to paint his face tomato red.
"One word." He came in even closer so that their cheeks just barely brushed. "Slayer. No one else here may know what you truly are, but I do. One slip of the tongue and tonight's little plan could be ruined."
Duo stopped struggling abruptly. The bastard! Luckily it seemed as if he didn't know about Quatre and Trowa. But still...he couldn't risk it. "Y- you wouldn't-"
Heero laughed, chilling his bones to the core. "Try me. I dare you."
His laughter was cut short as a dagger appeared in Duo's hand, held right above where his heart was. "Big mistake buddy...Death never passes a dare up." More bonus points. His was able to keep his voice steady; despite the fact that all he really wanted to do right then was pass out and forget this had ever happened.
"Look me in the eye and say that again."
"I'm not -stupid-."
"What? Is the slayer scared?" Heero taunted, smirking, not intimidated in the slightest.
Duo growled and put more pressure on the knife. "Like hell I am! Now let me go, damn it! I'm sick and tired of this bullshit."
"I'm hurt."
"Hurt? You're a vampire! You don't feel anything because you're nothing but a cold, ruthless murderer!" he snapped angrily.
"And? Wufei's one too and you sure don't seem to mind," Heero said flatly, pushing the braided boy's frazzled patience well beyond its limits.
"He's NOT like you!" Duo retorted, turning his smoldering amethyst glower up at him.
So much for those bonus points and him not being stupid.
***
Quatre couldn't help but to steal another glance over at Wufei sitting only a few feet away. Duo had been right, there was something unlike what he normally sensed from the Asian than from other vampires. If he could ever discern anything at all from other vampires, which meant something because the troubles and anxiety the blonde felt was from Wufei, not Trowa or Duo or any additional possible -living- people in this 'party'.
Somehow he had managed to maintain a little piece of humanity in him. That alone was even more of a something.
"What are you thinking so hard about, little one?" Trowa asked, brushing his fingertips through Quatre's golden tresses gently.
"The handsome man sitting next to me without a shirt on," he smiled playfully. "I think everyone is jealous."
"Oh really?"
"Yes..." Quatre kissed him. "Because I have you all to myself and I'm not sharing."
Trowa allowed a small smile and returned the kiss. "Not for too much longer..."
"Don't remind me," he sighed, putting his head on his shoulder.
"It would be unfair to leave all the work to Duo," Trowa pointed out objectively.
Quatre unexpectedly sat up again, so quickly that even Wufei looked over curiously at the abrupt change. The air had filled with palpable anger tinged in fear at the sound of the braided slayer's name, the tension so thick it seemed as if the universe had stopped moving.
"Something's wrong. Very wrong."
In one fluid motion, Trowa was on his feet and pulled him up from the couch. "What is it?"
"Duo. We have to find Duo..." Quatre's calm face was lined with apprehension as he headed out into the hall with Trowa, following the increasing wave of heated emotion.
Until it suddenly vanished without a trace.
***
Wufei jerked his head up as he caught the last part of the blonde's remark before the couple hurried out of the living room. 'We have to find Duo...'
He had sounded worried. Really, really worried. That didn't seem like a good thing. Unless of course they were talking about an entirely different Duo, instead of the one Wufei knew was also in the house, but then again, what was the likelihood of there being another Duo?
Then it dawned on to Wufei out of nowhere.
Heero.
He couldn't understand why, but his instincts were all flashing warning signals as he got up and went after the blonde and his partner, wheedling his way through the hall.
It couldn't be though, he almost hoped his intuition was mistaken, with as much as he disliked Heero, even Wufei -tried- to give him a little credit. He had a few redeemable qualities...they just weren't coming to mind at the moment. But he had to have at least one or two. Maybe.
Wufei nearly ran headlong into the couple's backs as they stopped without warning, the blonde's aquamarine gaze roving around and searching for a clue as to their missing comrade's whereabouts. He didn't need to trail them any further; he could sense Heero's presence now.
Pushing on past, Wufei staggered forward and saw a scene that made his blood run cold.
Duo's expression was slack, staring up blankly into Heero's eyes, his dagger dropping to the carpeted floor from his limp hand.
And Heero had his fangs bared.
***
EEP! *hides* Please don't kill me! This is what happens when DVG has no Internet for a week!
X.x;;
I swear it's not as bad as it seems...er...is...but yeah! I'll fix it, I promise! *sweatdrop*
*ahem* Now that my little moment of panic has passed...I must sincerely apologize for the long, long delay in posting up this new chapter! *sweatdrop* I got grounded for reasons undisclosed, and thus was banned from my precious Internet for a week. *sniffle* But that gave me time to write lots and think of all sorts of fun, evil new plot twists, even though suffering from Internet withdrawal. But I'm back!!!! *dun dun dun* Anyone miss me? ^^;;;
(Duo: Just nod your heads and let her think she's 'special'.)
o.0;;; Where'd he come from?! Ah well, anywho...but yes. I -know- I am going to be getting some major death threats with this chapter. I was planning on this chapter to be all nice, and reviewer-friendly, but my inspiration just won't let me. *sweatdrop* However much sense -that- just made. There's a cute 3+4 moment though! *cheer!* ^^ If that eases the death threats any. Um, yeah.
Enough of my completely pointless babbling, eh? On with the reviews!
Mars: You're welcome! ^___^ Lol, yes 'she's dead. Forget melodramatic whispering! Do the schizophrenic Gollum! Lol! I love Gollum. But yes, anyways...I make Heero an asshole again. *sigh* He's never gonna want to be in another fic of mine by the time I'm through with this story. By the end of this chapter, you'll know what I mean. I'm so evil to my beloved G-boys sometimes...^^;;; Now for the party!
Smiley-person: 'hn...'? Is that a good 'hn' or and bad 'hn'? o0;;;
Xangel: Wee! Yes Relena is dead. ^^ It's always been a dream of mine to kill her off somehow, and I did it! *evil laughter* Even if it was in a very unconventional way. Oh well, I got to do it though, didn't I? ^_^
Solain-Rhyo- Here you go! I wrote more! And yes, Guilty Pleasures is awesome! I'm trying to get my hands on the next book in the series, but being grounded AND sick doesn't get you very far, now does it? Hopefully now that I'm better and ungrounded-ish I can go to Barnes & Nobles and get me some more of Laurell K. Hamilton's books. ^^ Yaay!
Solus Nox: Am I making Wufei too nice? I didn't think so, I thought I balanced out his sarcasm and Justice Boy-ish-ness and vulnerability good. Maybe it's just Duo getting to him. ^^ No one can refuse the power of the beautiful braided bishounen! But yeah, anywho! And no, my friend told me about the Anita Blake series a couple of weeks ago when she asked me to join her RPG based on the books. She wanted me to play Ronnie, and I told her I hadn't read the books, so she gave me some book titles to read so I could do the RPG. ^^ And I really have no clue how long this is gonna last, I plan on ending it as everything gets resolved, but I keep throwing myself plot twists. *sweatdrop* I dunno, we'll just have to see how this party pans out, but I think there are still a good three or four more chapters left before I finish this fic. Maybe more. It just depends on what new twists I can put onto this story before I run out of inspiration. ^^;;;
Lexington: Thank you! I'm glad you think it's great so far! Here's the next chapter!
On with the fic!
***
Wufei cleared his throat uncomfortably. "If you swear not to make me take this to my grave, do I still have the option of chickening out?" He did not want his vision to adjust to the darkness, by the sounds and smells of things, it would be an excellent idea to keep it focused on the ceiling.
"No, besides you're already inside."
"Please?"
"Nope."
"You're really love watching me suffer, don't you?" Wufei groaned, still concentrated on the roof.
"Naturally," Heero replied amusedly, leading him out of the hallway and into the closest room.
"I hate you...I really do, I hope you've realized that by now."
There was no reply from him. Wufei swallowed hard and dared a glimpse around the room he had been brought into. Heero was gone.
'Damn him!' He cursed silently. 'Where the hell did he go? This is what I get for agreeing to anything he proposes!' Deciding that standing in the doorway like a gawking idiot wouldn't do much better, Wufei carefully made his way towards the end of a nearby couch, it was only occupied by a blonde and his shirtless beau with gravity-defying hair, whom were on the opposite side.
This seemed safe. Yes, sitting here inconspicuously and waiting for Heero to return so he could bash his head in seemed really safe...even running into Duo by 'chance' didn't sound so bad either... Until Wufei caught the blonde glancing over at him and whispering something to the other's ear. He shook his head in disagreement and the blonde looked briefly at the Chinese vampire again, biting his lip uncertainly as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
***
Duo REALLY regretted walking through the threshold the second he was inside. Poor Quatre was going to need major psychiatric help after this.
There was people -everywhere-, and they sure weren't just sitting around sipping tea and talking about their lives. Oh no, the 'Welcome!' for this party was grab the first person in sight and shag like mad the floor or against the wall. If they were going to do -that- right off the bat, why bother with wearing clothes to the party in the first place?
It was air conditioned inside though. That was a perk.
As Duo moved further into the house, he got potent whiffs of cigarette smoke, alcohol, blood and other bodily fluids, making him nauseous. He tried ignoring it, but it was just too damn strong. 'Act like you enjoy this crap Maxwell...' he thought, forcing himself to smile instead of throw up.
It worked, for the most part. Suddenly, the next thing he knew was that someone had a pair of arms around his waist and was pulling him out of the middle of the hallway.
Duo blinked and found himself staring into the last pair of eyes he needed to be looking into under the current circumstances.
Prussian blue.
Intense Prussian blue.
He instinctively jerked back, but Heero had a firm grip about his torso. He got bonus points though for being able to tear his furious gaze away and glaring pointedly at the wall.
"Let me go." Duo growled dangerously, putting his hands against his chest to shove him away.
"You don't belong here." Heero replied simply, his hold not slackening.
"Damn it, I said let me go!" he hissed, glancing around to see if anyone was watching. No, they were all too busy doing their own...activities. "I swear if you don't, I'll kill you right here and now."
"Being a little melodramatic, aren't you?"
"It would get you to let me go, wouldn't it?"
"I would reconsider that if I were you," Heero answered quietly, leaning in more so that only the braided boy could hear.
"Give me one good reason why I should reconsider," Duo argued, attempting in vain to unpry himself and fight off the impending blush that threatened to paint his face tomato red.
"One word." He came in even closer so that their cheeks just barely brushed. "Slayer. No one else here may know what you truly are, but I do. One slip of the tongue and tonight's little plan could be ruined."
Duo stopped struggling abruptly. The bastard! Luckily it seemed as if he didn't know about Quatre and Trowa. But still...he couldn't risk it. "Y- you wouldn't-"
Heero laughed, chilling his bones to the core. "Try me. I dare you."
His laughter was cut short as a dagger appeared in Duo's hand, held right above where his heart was. "Big mistake buddy...Death never passes a dare up." More bonus points. His was able to keep his voice steady; despite the fact that all he really wanted to do right then was pass out and forget this had ever happened.
"Look me in the eye and say that again."
"I'm not -stupid-."
"What? Is the slayer scared?" Heero taunted, smirking, not intimidated in the slightest.
Duo growled and put more pressure on the knife. "Like hell I am! Now let me go, damn it! I'm sick and tired of this bullshit."
"I'm hurt."
"Hurt? You're a vampire! You don't feel anything because you're nothing but a cold, ruthless murderer!" he snapped angrily.
"And? Wufei's one too and you sure don't seem to mind," Heero said flatly, pushing the braided boy's frazzled patience well beyond its limits.
"He's NOT like you!" Duo retorted, turning his smoldering amethyst glower up at him.
So much for those bonus points and him not being stupid.
***
Quatre couldn't help but to steal another glance over at Wufei sitting only a few feet away. Duo had been right, there was something unlike what he normally sensed from the Asian than from other vampires. If he could ever discern anything at all from other vampires, which meant something because the troubles and anxiety the blonde felt was from Wufei, not Trowa or Duo or any additional possible -living- people in this 'party'.
Somehow he had managed to maintain a little piece of humanity in him. That alone was even more of a something.
"What are you thinking so hard about, little one?" Trowa asked, brushing his fingertips through Quatre's golden tresses gently.
"The handsome man sitting next to me without a shirt on," he smiled playfully. "I think everyone is jealous."
"Oh really?"
"Yes..." Quatre kissed him. "Because I have you all to myself and I'm not sharing."
Trowa allowed a small smile and returned the kiss. "Not for too much longer..."
"Don't remind me," he sighed, putting his head on his shoulder.
"It would be unfair to leave all the work to Duo," Trowa pointed out objectively.
Quatre unexpectedly sat up again, so quickly that even Wufei looked over curiously at the abrupt change. The air had filled with palpable anger tinged in fear at the sound of the braided slayer's name, the tension so thick it seemed as if the universe had stopped moving.
"Something's wrong. Very wrong."
In one fluid motion, Trowa was on his feet and pulled him up from the couch. "What is it?"
"Duo. We have to find Duo..." Quatre's calm face was lined with apprehension as he headed out into the hall with Trowa, following the increasing wave of heated emotion.
Until it suddenly vanished without a trace.
***
Wufei jerked his head up as he caught the last part of the blonde's remark before the couple hurried out of the living room. 'We have to find Duo...'
He had sounded worried. Really, really worried. That didn't seem like a good thing. Unless of course they were talking about an entirely different Duo, instead of the one Wufei knew was also in the house, but then again, what was the likelihood of there being another Duo?
Then it dawned on to Wufei out of nowhere.
Heero.
He couldn't understand why, but his instincts were all flashing warning signals as he got up and went after the blonde and his partner, wheedling his way through the hall.
It couldn't be though, he almost hoped his intuition was mistaken, with as much as he disliked Heero, even Wufei -tried- to give him a little credit. He had a few redeemable qualities...they just weren't coming to mind at the moment. But he had to have at least one or two. Maybe.
Wufei nearly ran headlong into the couple's backs as they stopped without warning, the blonde's aquamarine gaze roving around and searching for a clue as to their missing comrade's whereabouts. He didn't need to trail them any further; he could sense Heero's presence now.
Pushing on past, Wufei staggered forward and saw a scene that made his blood run cold.
Duo's expression was slack, staring up blankly into Heero's eyes, his dagger dropping to the carpeted floor from his limp hand.
And Heero had his fangs bared.
***
EEP! *hides* Please don't kill me! This is what happens when DVG has no Internet for a week!
X.x;;
I swear it's not as bad as it seems...er...is...but yeah! I'll fix it, I promise! *sweatdrop*