The Vampire Heero
Part Eleven
By Lady AngelFiren
Heero was on his hands and knees, naked in the low light under the trees. His whole back and rear were covered in slowly healing slashes make by a whip. There was one of Karl's lackeys, a mad woman with wild red hair and small brown eyes, cracking the whip to Heero's backside over and over with the determination of someone with nothing left to lose. She cackled madly at his silence, and it was all I could do not to rush forward and yank the whip out of her hand. However, in her other hand she held something much more dangerous than a whip; it was Heero's Beretta, and the safety was off.
I bit down hard on my tongue to stop myself from making a sound as I was dragged into the circle. Heero didn't look at me, he seemed to be concentrating on trying to heal himself, although he was being lashed far faster than his skin could close the wounds over, and his blood had already spilled onto the dirt and soaked it red in several places. I could hear the woman breathing, it terrified me. She heaved each breath and exhaled as the whip flashed downwards, and she was going so fast it was a wonder she had stayed conscious all this time.
When Karl stepped into the clearing she didn't stop, but she did quiet down, and I suspected that she feared him very much. I tried my best to look half-conscious so that they wouldn't watch me as closely, and maybe I would have a chance to help Heero. What I didn't understand was why he was taking this bullshit when he and I both knew perfectly well that he could kill each of them in a snap. I realized he must be trying to protect me, and hatefully looked at Karl for confirmation. He leered gleefully in my direction and raised his hand. The repetitive cracking stopped abruptly.
"Hand me the gunI wouldn't want Maxwell getting any ideas."
The red-haired woman turned her back on Heero for a moment to hand Karl the gun, but it was knocked out of her hand before she ever got to him, by Heero, who had moved faster than my eyes could track him. He already had his arms wrapped around her thick body, and by the bulge of her eyes I guessed he was squeezing her.
"Let Duo go, or I'll kill her." Heero stated calmly, as if he was asking Karl to please pass the potatoes.
Karl hesitated, then punched me in the stomach hard enough to knock me off my feet and send my breath flying from me. I struggled to suck in more air, and the big guys holding me brought me back to my feet sooner than I was ready. Things started to go white around the edges of my vision, but I snorted and clenched my teeth and steeled my resolve to stay in one place.
Heero had watched with absolute calm as I was punched. I noticed his eyes going silver however, now that he was mad enough. The leaves in the clearing rustled in the wind, and a low growl escaped Heero's throat. I can't say I wasn't scared of him at that moment, my whole body froze up. I could barely breathe.I was being hunted. The growl made me feel like I was prey, it made me panic. However, it also made Karl's bulldozer friends tremble, and they dropped me to the ground. Karl remained still where he was. Silence again, penetrated only by rustling leaves.
"You don't scare me, whore," Karl spat at Heero, who was surveying him with calm silver eyes. The fear that had been left by Heero's feral snarl wasn't gone, but at least I could think again.
I watched Heero's hands trace the lines of his captive's face. She looked scared that a boy who wasn't even as tall as her shoulder could hold her entirely immobile with little effort. Heero grabbed one of her wrists and slowly, making sure Karl and everyone else could see, he bit her, sinking his small fangs into her flesh just deeply enough to draw a little blood. His eyes continued to watch us all as he sucked at her life, but no-one seemed like they wanted to stop Heero from what he was doing.
Karl took a step back, and then another, and Heero's eyes followed him. It was hard to tell, but I knew exactly where he was looking, just from seeing Heero showing his silver eyes so often in the past little while. Heero suddenly snapped his victim's head back with one hand and let her body sag down to the ground against his own. He never even batted an eye at her, he was completely focused on Karl. I saw the animal way Heero crept forward now, walking on his two legs like any person would, but somehow striking fear into me. Karl seemed less than terrified, he was laughing, his beady little eyes squinting in the thin light.
I looked around, feeling sick and scared, and saw one of the guys that had been holding me had managed to get to the fallen Beretta. He had the gun in his hand, pointed at my head. I squeaked and scuttled backwards on my hands and knees. I ended up backing into the waiting arms of two of the other big guys, and Karl laughed harder still that Heero had not managed to stop this from happening. They now had my pinned, with a gun barrel pressing into my forehead. Heero looked a little less certain about what he was going to do now. He snarled in agitation.
"Let him go."
Karl cackled. "No. Sorry whore, say goodbye to this slut, he's as good as dead already."
Karl came over to me and roughly grabbed the gun from one of the others, then jabbed it into my stomach so he could have better access to my face. He closed his hot wet lips over my lips and plunged his tongue into my mouth. I bit it. He pulled the trigger on the gun, and I felt my whole lower body explode with pain as the bullet destroyed my insides. Karl let go of me and I dropped to the ground in fear and shock and pain, managing to gasp out the word 'help' and cough up some blood before I couldn't move anymore. I watched the scene from a strange angle. Heero had leapt at Karl and earned himself a gunshot wound. I think the bullet hit his shoulder on the left side, but at that point I was pretty incoherent.
With one arm useless, Heero was still stronger than the four big guys who surged forward to attack him with their fists. I watched as he took the first guy to reach him and plunged his hand into the man's neck, then he pulled, yanking out the poor fucker's throat. Blood sprayed everywhere from his snapped jugular, and Heero tossed the guy's corpse at his friends, who were knocked to the ground. The fourth guy came in quick from the side and punched Heero square in the jaw, then screamed in pain at the iron-like resistance of Heero's body. This fourth man was quickly made into a meal as Heero crunched into his throat with his mouth and sucked him dry.
Dropping the body on the bloody earth, Heero watched the last two men scamper off into the woods, and then it was only Karl and himself. Well, and me, but I was lying there, bleeding to death and I wasn't really doing much else at the time.
Heero punched Karl in the face and then the stomach. Karl fell to the dirt fast and hard, although he wasn't dead, Heero seemed to be satisfied for the time being.
In my state of pain, I was starting to feel euphoric. I could swear Heero was an angel as I watched the way all the dirt and blood and grime washed off of his body in the wind. He was completely free of complications, his body simply existed where it was, strong and perfect. I watched from faraway as he crouched down over me and tried to catch my eyes.
"Duo? Duo look at me!"
"I see an angel so beautiful " I murmured in awe at him. He frowned and I could see distress in his face, the way he looked at me like I was in danger or something. He was the most gorgeous, amazing creature I had ever seen, and when the pain came into his eyes, I couldn't stand it.
"Heero I-I think I'm dying are you here to take me away Heero? Please please kill me I know I'll be ok if you do it I love you Heero please"
Tears were in his eyes. He rammed his fist into the soil, and a choked, sorrowful cry escaped his lips. It was a terrible sound, it made me feel alone. I struggled to stay awake and to breathe through the blood in my throat as I pleaded that he kill me.
"Duo I'm so sorry "
Heero's lips closed over my throat, and I fell unconscious.
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When I opened my eyes again I realized that my mouth was full of blood, and that my lips were pressed to Heero's wrist, which had been slashed open so that his blood would flow into me. I swallowed and felt heat sear through me. Instinctively I clamped my teeth onto his skin and bit down, tearing the healing gash in his wrist wider. Not a drop of his blood escaped me as I hungrily and desperately sucked it into my throat. I could feel it stirring in my belly the way a strong liquor does, making me warm all over. I felt like I was getting drunk.
I don't know how long I spent gorging myself on something that I normally would never have wanted to taste, but I know that I couldn't seem to be full enough. When I tasted the first drops of crimson on my tongue my body instantly demanded more, and it was still demanding that I continue to drink. Heero was looking pale, the silver thick over his eyes, almost glazed. Finally he pushed my mouth away and I heard myself squeak and I tried to grab his wrist back so I could keep drinking, but he gently covered my mouth with his hand and forced me to look into his eyes.
"Duo, you've had enoughyou'll make yourself sick."
I whined and bit the palm of his hand, but my teeth weren't really sharp enough to do more than pinch him, his skin did not break and the horrible hunger swam through my body, demanding that I consume more of his blood.
I felt hot, high, out of control. My head pounded with each beat of my heart, and his blood seeped deeper into my system, changing me. Heero lowered his face to mine and kissed me, his small sharp teeth latching onto my lower lip. He sucked a few drops of blood from the wound, then kissed down my face and jaw to my neck, where he bit down very gently and precisely.
Everything was spinning by now. Heero was drinking from my throat and I lay limp and whimpering against his body, starving for another taste of him. When his neck came close enough to my mouth I bit him and forcefully sucked, feeling the erratic spurts of blood come into my waiting mouth.
Heero suddenly pushed me off of him and held me out of reach, so that I couldn't bite him. I watched the slice in his neck heal itself over as his cool silver eyes surveyed me calmly.
"Enough Duo." He said as I pleaded with my eyes.
"Please Heerojust a little more"
He ignored my pleas and rubbed his hands over my skin. I felt sick all of a sudden, and I doubled over onto the ground, shivering. My belly was so full, but I was starving. I found myself sweating profusely and shivering in the cold, bloody mud on the ground. Heero was crouched right beside me, refusing me the thing I needed. I glared at him and shoved him away from me with a surge of strength, then went back to curling up in a ball and being in pain. I could hear myself crying, there were hot wet tears on my cheeks.
I was impossibly ill, it was disgusting. I felt my insides lurching and then I heaved and vomited all over myself, half of what came out was blood, and the rest was tissue and organs, and things I knew no person should ever throw up. I moaned from the fear and pain, my teeth chattering as wave after pungent wave of nausea flashed over me. I had thrown up most of what made me a person, I could see my kidneys, and my liver, and a few other things. I cried all through this, and tried to ease the fear and pain by rocking on my haunches, but of course that only made me sicker. My body was rejecting itself, the gunshot wound didn't seem to matter anymore, certainly the pain had all become one big throb that rocked me every time it came round.
The worst part was when my skin started to itch. I wondered absently why I would care that I was itchy during such incredible pain, but when I scratched, flakes of flesh started to come off, and I discovered pale creamy, almost poreless perfect skin beneath. I brushed my peeling self furiously until every inch of me was new and clean. The blood and dirt that had been stuck to me all over was gone, it seemed to just fall into the wind and disappear. And that's when I began to get really scared. My breath caught in my throat and I suddenly looked at Heero in horror, my mouth falling open to revel two very tiny little fangs, just like his. Barely discernable from normal human teeth, only much sharper.
"You Heero, you made me a vampire?"
I glared at him, still in pain and scared about what was happening to me, but unable to get past my anger. How cold he be so stupid? Making me into more of a killer than I already was it was horrible! I put my pale fingers to my eyes to wipe away my tears, and I saw that they were red, just like his. The only liquid left in me was blood. I shakily got to my feet and backed away from him, red tears streaming down my face. Heero looked horrified, like he didn't expect that I would be so angry with him.
"Duo, stop, its not that bad let me teach you Duo you were so nice to me, I showed you what I am and you weren't scared"
"Shut UP! Get away from me!" I didn't realize how unnaturally loud my voice was, I didn't care. I was being swallowed by disgust and fear, now that the pain was mostly done. But underneath everything I was feeling was a hunger strong enough to take over my mind. I dashed off into the gnarled pine trees, knocking one of them right over with little effort now that I was as hard as marble. I just kept running in one direction until I felt calm enough to stop moving. There was no sign of Heero. I was somewhere in the middle of the forest, and I was starving for blood.
I couldn't believe what Heero had done to me destroyed my life, my humanity, all because he was selfish and didn't want me to die. He knew how I would react and he still changed meand now I was stuck like this. Terrified, I curled up on the forest floor, not feeling the icy cold beneath me, and cried into my knees as the moon peeked through the thick branches and danced over my skin.
All the while the aching hunger grew in my belly, telling me to kill something.to
drink its life.
