Trigun Fan fiction

Chapter 2: The Coming of Winter

Okay, I realized that I've neglected to add this disclaimer thingie for quite some time now so here goes...I DO NOT own Trigun or any of its characters and settings. If I did I wouldn't be writing fanfic. Instead I'd most likely be living in a house in Beverly Hills sipping crystal. Anyway, I'm not gonna write this again (it's too damn tedious!) so it therefore applies to the remainder of the chapters and all my other fanfic.

Thank you!

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Her sweetness was intoxicating....

It suddenly occurred to Vash that he could not get enough of Meryl as she wrapped her long, slim legs around his bare waist and drove him deeper inside her pulsating chambers. She dug her nails into his shoulders and moaned out his name.

"Vash...."

On her lips it sounded more like a tantalizing plea than a simple form of identification and he loved it. Never in a thousand years had Vash thought he would be able to experience such exquisite pleasure. He buried his head in Meryl's shoulder and rotated his lean hips against hers, earning yet another breathy exclamation from the tiny insurance girl. Consumed by passion, she rolled him over with a fierce growl and mounted him.

The silvery rays of the three moons found their way through the open window of the room and wrapped itself around Meryl's creamy, sweat-slicked skin, causing her to glow like an alabaster angel. A fiery angel that had rescued him from the depths of a lonely hell. He had never seen her so alive before. Her dark hair was tousled from their lovemaking and her cornflower blue eyes sparkled and burned with a heat that he was afraid might sear him to a cinder.

Meryl gazed down at Vash. Watched his handsome features as she slowly gyrated her hips against his own, watched as he groaned and griped her waist, steadying her rhythm and joining her dance with full, firm thrusts of his own. She was burning up from the inside out and it was all because of this blonde-haired enigma who had stolen her heart and ravished her body like no one ever had before. She leaned down and kissed him deeply; her tongue entwining with his and chasing the sweet nectar of his mouth for a brief moment before she caught his lower lip between her teeth and nibbled tenderly. Vash ran his hands along her back and around to cup her full breasts, gently massaging her taut nipples with his thumb and forefinger. She whimpered and bucked and worked her hips faster. He squeezed his eyes shut and lost himself in ecstasy.

"God Meryl!" he gasped out in a slightly strangled voice. "You feel...so...good...."

He jerked her back down unto the rumpled bed-sheets and she surrendered to him as he blazed hot kisses down her neck and chest, suckled her breasts greedily and continued a fiery path with his soft lips down her stomach until he came to her womanhood. A series of prolonged licks on her swollen clitoris caused the highly aroused Meryl to shiver uncontrollably. He nipped the inside of her satiny smooth thighs a few places then covered the momentary pain with the sweetest of kisses. Meryl called out his name huskily and tugged him up towards her waiting lips. Vash re-positioned himself between her legs, entered her honey and became lost once more. She was warm and wet and tight and he was on fire as she sucked on his neck and earlobes fiercely. He thrust deeper and deeper into her and her muscles vibrated against his swollen manhood. He could feel the steady yet frantic beating of her heart against his chest and he suddenly stilled his movements to gaze down at her. She was utterly beautiful, a lithe, passionate wood nymph whose slightest touch could send him over the brink of insanity. She was his blessing, his redemption, his heat. His eyes met her somewhat questioning gaze and he felt his heart contract painfully.

So this is what it feels like....he thought. This is what it feels like to love....

He closed his own eyes and a single tear slid down his cheek. His breath came in raspy gasps and he thought his chest would explode from sheer wanting.

"Meryl......." he murmured achingly. "You're my life now....I.....I can't...there aren't....enough words....to tell you..."

He felt her hands on his cheeks, tender and warm, heard her gently voice calling to him.

"Vash?" she whispered sweetly. "Open your eyes Vash..."

He obeyed and his eyes met hers and as he gazed into their mesmerizing blue depths he saw the understanding and compassion that he'd been searching for. Saw the love and desire that mirrored his own feelings. Saw the stars and the moon and the universe and the life he had longed for. Saw her smile and felt her hips move against his and knew he was alive. After a long, cold winter, he was finally awake. Their dance resumed and the pace quickened as he stroked her deeper and harder and faster and she gasped out his name with each move. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, their lips touching, each stealing the other's ecstatic moans. She griped him tightly and whimpered and he knew she was fast approaching her release. He was nearing his own climax, the third for that passion filled night and he could barely control his own movements as his hips thrust with a wildness and ferocity he was sure would kill the small woman in his arms. Yet she didn't protest, so he didn't slow his speed and a soul shattering climax swept over them both in undulating waves, leaving them spent and trembling in each other's arms. Silence replaced the earlier sounds of lovemaking and they slept peacefully.

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Vash awoke to the sound of loud voices filtering up towards him from somewhere outside. He squinted his eyes against the flood of sunlight pouring through the still open window of his hotel room then rolled over and reached for Meryl.

His hand found emptiness and he let it fall limply back unto the rumpled sheets and the bare space where Meryl had slept the night before. Her absence was no longer surprising. What did affect him was the loneliness that washed over him each time he woke to find her gone. This had become a routine for her since they had become lovers. Two nights after they had first been intimate, after he'd rescued her from the Kronos Brothers, she'd slipped quietly into his hotel room, shed her clothes before his surprised and wanting eyes and asked him in the softest of voices to hold her in his arms again. Vash had done so without hesitation and they had loved each other with the same intensity as the first moment they'd touched. When he awoke the next morning she was gone and he found himself wondering if it had all been a dream, some cruel trick of the gods. But the following night she was there again and he knew his heart had not been deceiving him. And so it had continued since they had arrived in May City.

He sighed and rolled into a sitting position at the edge of the bed and buried his head in his hands tiredly. He understood why she never stayed, knew exactly what she felt and he could never bring himself to ask her to remain. His business with Knives was over and done with but he was still an outlaw, still the Humanoid Typhoon. There was no telling what tomorrow had in store, no predicting what turn his life might take and no foretelling of the dangers it could bring. Yet he wanted her to stay. As selfish as it sounded, he needed her by his side.

Vash rose and walked over to the window and looked out. He closed his eyes and lifted his face towards the sky, allowing the warmth of the two suns to wash over him like the purest spring water, letting their golden rays seep into his bare skin and chase away the final remnants of sleep. He opened his eyes and glanced down into the square. It was a typical Sunday in May City and there was hardly anyone out and about, save one or two industrious persons. Most of the men who formed a loud, boisterous drinking group that hung around the streets practically every day of the week, were either to hung over to make it outside or had been dragged of to church by their disgruntled wives in an ongoing attempt to cleanse their husbands' sinful souls.

And then he saw her. She was standing in front of the diner across the street, her head lowered so that he could not really discern her features. Yet there was no mistaking who she was. Vash would never forget.

It can't be....his mind was racing and his heart had suddenly begun thumping painfully against his chest.

But as he gazed hungrily at the tall, lithe figure with the flowing dark hair, a strange, unexplainable coldness settled over him and he shivered.

Winter is here for you....Vash the Stampede...

The chilling voice filtered into the recesses of his mind causing him to jerk fearfully away from the window. His silver revolver was lying on the dresser next to the unmade bed and he reached quickly to grasp it up, the familiar weight lending momentary reassurance to his pattering heart. He returned to the window and stared down. She had not moved and was now gazing up at him. Even with the distance between them he could still see the sinister smile twisting her lovely face. Rem Saverem had returned from the dead.

Hello Vash...it's been a long time hasn't it? Did you miss me?

The voice was taunting and empty and he knew that somehow she was speaking to him from down in the street.

"Rem..." Vash choked out, as the same dank coldness wrapped itself tightly around him. Overhead, in the lovely blue skies, the sun was blazing.

I may still look the same Vash, but do not be mistaken! Appearances can be quite deceiving! But you will know me soon enough. What you see before you is the Winter...I have brought the Winter...just for you...only for you...Vash the Stampede!

Vash felt her voice inside his head like an icy hand numbing his very soul. How could Rem be so frigid? How could she feel so much like death?

The woman across the street smiled again and this time Vash caught a glimpse of the cold hatred that burned in her eyes. Her hollow, mocking laughter echoed inside his mind.

Watch me Vash...watch me, and I will show you just how cold the Winter can really be!

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"Hey Meryl, is everything okay?"

Millie's high-pitched voice filtered into the other woman's reverie. They were having their breakfast at the diner across the street from their hotel. Meryl glanced up absently at Millie's concerned face and sighed. She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts of Vash that she'd been neglecting her friend.

"I'm sorry Millie," She smiled reassuringly. "It's nothing really; I'm just a little distracted today."

"It's about Mr. Vash, isn't it Meryl?" Millie's wide blue eyes held a wisdom that her everyday actions often bellied. "You don't have to say anything. I understand. But please just try to enjoy our vacation anyway!"

Meryl smiled gratefully. "Thank you Millie. I will." She said simply and reached out to squeeze the other woman's hand across the table.

She glanced through the glass window as she sipped her coffee and smiled slightly as she recalled the feel of Vash's hands against her bare skin. Pure magic...like the stars and the moonlight and their passion.

A figure standing just outside the window caught Meryl's eye. A figure of a tall, slender woman with long dark hair that swept over her shoulders and down her back. A woman that was somewhat familiar. A chill raced along Meryl's spine and she shivered conspicuously.

"Meryl?" Millie peered at her friend. "What's wrong now? You look like you've just seen a ghost!"

She blinked and the woman was gone. An odd mixture of fear and dread washed over her.

"What are you looking at?" Millie glanced out the window in confusion. There was no one there.

"It's...nothing...I just..." Meryl frowned and glanced out the window again. How strange..she thought...it's like she's vanished!

A gunshot resonated through the air and shattered the normalcy. Both Meryl and Millie jumped to their feet in fright. Already the other patrons had rushed out the door and were converging at the source of the disturbance along with a few other people who had been lounging in the streets. The insurance girls pushed through the small crowd and stopped short in horror. Moro Landers, the town blacksmith, lay in the dirt nestled by a pool of dark blood, an ugly, gaping gun-shot wound in his stomach.

"Somebody go get Doc Perkins out here NOW!" the sheriff shouted as he knelt beside the man.

"Everybody get back!" he ordered waving his arm at the crowd of horrified yet curious onlookers. "Give the man room to breathe damnit!"

"Wh...who did this?" Millie gasped out, her eyes wide with fear and pity.

Meryl felt Vash before she actually saw him and turned just as he came racing out of the hotel, his crimson coat billowing around his boots. He joined the crowd and sidled over to the girls. She glanced at him and drew in a worried breath. His face was pale and his eyes, those beautiful aquamarine eyes, were pooled with dread. Dread and something else. Something Meryl could not quite recognize. For the second time during that morning, she felt a chill race through her.

The man lying in the dirt gripped the sheriff's arm, coughed and dribbled blood. The sheriff shook him slightly.

"Hang in there Moro," the sheriff urged nervously. "The doctor's on his way. Just take it easy."

The hairs on the back of Meryl's neck prickled and she glanced about uneasily. She sensed someone else watching this tragedy...watching them...relishing their terror. A cold wind whipped around the small gathering and Meryl wrapped her arms around herself, surprised to see the others in the crowd also mimicking her action.

They must feel it too...she thought as she glanced at Vash again. His face was now an unreadable mask. She reached out and tentatively touched his arm yet he didn't move or turn towards her. He remained frozen, his eyes never leaving the blacksmith's bloody body.

"Come on Moro, just hang in there!" the sheriff gave him another slight shake and the wounded blacksmith groaned in pain. "Tell me, who did this? Who shot you?"

Moro gagged and coughed up more blood. "He...he was...in...inside the shop...waiting..." he was barely audible.

"WHO? Who was it?" the sheriff demanded anxiously.

Moro's head lolled to the side and his glazed eyes found the tall figure in the crimson coat. They widened. He lifted his hand and pointed weakly in Vash's direction.

"It was...it was him...it was Vash...the Stampede..." Moro gagged and sputtered and drew in his last breath harshly.

Meryl gasped disbelievingly and turned to Vash. His face had paled even more and his shoulders trembled.

"No..." she heard him whisper, his voice laced with agony.

But he wasn't looking at the dead man or at her. His fearful blue-green eyes were staring at something...or someone else.

Meryl followed the direction of his gaze and saw her. She was standing across the street in front of the blacksmith's shop. The woman with the long, dark hair and lifeless brown eyes. Eyes that were as bleak and deadly as the winter.

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