The Vampire Heero; Part Twenty
By Lady AngelFiren
Disclaimer: Firen Donna own'um Gundam Wing, and she's not makin the monnies, so donna sue!
Warnings: Vampires, Shounen ai, (2+1/1+2 my first non-lemony fic O.0), violence, blood, sexual assault, deathfic (it's a good thing though, you'll see), some angst, OOC Heero, and probably OOC Duo as well.
Additional warning: I know this is a vampy fic, but there isn't a lot of the traditional vampire lore. I don't really like lore, so there isn't almost any here. I made most of the "vampire stuff" up myself to create a new kind of vampire, I hope it turned out ok, tell me what you think. In any case, the vampires aren't totally run-of-the-mill (or at least I don't think they are, but they very well may be)
Please send C&C! More of this will be up soon!!!! Enjoy!
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The Vampire Heero; Part Twenty By Lady AngelFiren
I still have no idea how long I was unconscious for. When Heero transformed me, I began to lose count of the days and nights that passed, and by the time Heero and I went on our raid in the police station, I was oblivious to the date on the calendar. I do know, however, that the sun rose and set and rose at least once more before I became aware of anything around me.
I snapped awake quite suddenly, opening my eyes into thick silent darkness and immediately realizing that I had no sense of which way was up, and which was down. I attempted to breathe in and realized that my lungs were filled with water, which induced a coughing fit of epic proportions. As I was choking to death and flailing madly to try and find oxygen to breathe, I smacked against slimy interlocked stones, and realized that one of my legs was trapped between something; it felt like the bars on a prison cell door. Meanwhile, I was becoming dangerously close to panic, as I was forced to simply not breathe, and although I really didn't feel like passing out just yet, I feared it would come soon.
But it didn't. I forced myself to be still and relax once I realized that I wasn't drowning, despite the fact that my body was completely devoid of oxygen. I closed my eyes, as they were completely useless to me, and felt around myself at the slimy stones I was sitting on. After I got a good sense that the 'floor' around me was solid and bare (not to mention non- threatening, despite the icky slime), I felt forwards, to where my leg was trapped. It came free on my first try, I guess I wasn't really that stuck after all, more like I'd drifted there and my leg had just happened to slip through the grate.
However, now that I was free, I could feel a fairly intimidating current forcing me against the bars, trying to squish me through them. I climbed upwards, and quickly broke the surface, the water wasn't nearly as deep as it'd seemed. I immediately (and retartedly) attempted to breathe in again, and it fucking figures that I had to start coughing my ass off and throwing up water from my lungs. Although, I guess that was the only way to get it outta me anyway, so it was sort of mandatory coughing.
Once I managed to get myself breathing aright I felt a little better, I felt my brain working again, I was able to think of more than just escaping. My worries and burdens came back to me and squished me firmly back into reality. I took a deep breath and looked around in the blackness, sniffing the area and wrinkling my nose at the rank smell of water and the awful taste in my mouth.
The moment I thought of my mouth, my stomach began to snarl anxious protest and I realized that I had never been so hungry in my whole life. Not even when I hadn't eaten anything more than garbage for four days straight on L2. This was deeper, every vein in my body burned with the ache for food, and the struggle to keep myself from thinking of eating was a terrible feat for me to accomplish.
I choked and panted with thirst for at least ten minutes before I saw anything other than red in front of my eyes. The gentle sloshing of the sewage against my back calmed me and helped me concentrate on freeing myself.
Then it hit me.
Where was Heero?
I couldn't see anything in the water around me, I couldn't see anything at all, actually. I could only smell the disgusting water, there was no other scent that filtered in, and everything was silent close by. There was no breathing, no heartbeats, no thoughts at all. I would have cried, but there was no blood in me. There were dry sobs from my lungs, but my voice didn't sound like my own, it was a rasp in the back of my throat, painful at best. I tried to say Heero's name, and I could barely even move my face, my skin was stretched tightly around my whole body so thinly that I felt like I was shrink wrapped all over. I put my hands to my face and gasped in surprise. They felt like skeleton hands, all bony and skinny, though my skin was waterlogged, which made moving a little easier. Either way, I was ready to pee myself, it was creepy as hell. I took a breath and ducked under the water, crawling downwards along the grate and then moving around in search of Heero.
Relief flooded me a thousand times over when I felt a skeletal form crushed against the grate, cold and motionless, but smooth, immortal. He was still with me. Fuck, I have no idea what I would've done if he'd been gone. I mean I can take care of myself and all.. but I needed him around, he was the only other vampire, and I still had so much to learn from him. I wrapped an arm around him, feeling my muscles burn with exhaustion and thirst when I used them. I burned all over.
I pulled Heero's head above the water and headed towards my left, hoping that there would be some kid of ledge.something.anything to stand on, to rest on. There was a ledge, but it was only about a foot in width, which made it an awfully uncomfortable place to be. Meanwhile, my hunger poked my brain repeatedly, shifting my thoughts to starvation once more. I dragged Heero up onto the thin ledge and balanced myself with some difficulty over top of him. I pushed down on his diaphragm and listened to water bubble out of his mouth and trickle down the slimy walls to join the rest of the sewage. Heero's arm fall over the ledge and hung slackly in midair, though I could not see it, I simply knew it was there, even though all of my senses were dull thanks to my thirst.
Heero began to cough up water on his own after the first push on his chest to get him started. He convulsed with the force of his coughs and spit water between us. I heard him hiss from his throat and begin to breathe on his own, laboring intensely to get clear breaths. He spit up more water and sat up, growling still. I heard him sniffing, and his hand reached out to touch me on the chest.
"Duo." He rasped quietly, wrapping his arms around me and pushing his head against me.
Well. I hadn't expected that from Mr. Perfect Soldier, But I did return the gesture, kissing his hair even though there was sewer slime in it. He pulled my face towards his and kissed my lips with his own, which were smooth, but tight like the rest of our skin. Heero was also shrink wrapped, it seemed.
We were quiet and close for a few minutes, until finally I couldn't help it anymore, I knew Heero didn't have food, but I was so hungry, I thought maybe sharing it with him would get me fed.
"Heero. I'm fucking starving. we hafta get outta here fast and get something to eat, this is makin' me crazy! Come on, lets look for a way out."
Heero didn't seem to be in a talkative mood, I felt him nod against me and he crawled out from under me, getting on his hands and knees in front of me and scooting along the ledge at a snail's pace. I guess he was weaker than he let on, at least I could talk and move without too much pain. I wondered how many bullets he'd taken, and if any of his wounds remained. I followed Heero, and heard him sniffing at the air around us frequently.
"What are you lookin' for Heero? All I smell is dirty water. Man that's rank. " I wrinkled my nose for emphasis, though of course it was dark as any tunnel underground can be, so nobody, least of all Heero, could see me.
I think it took him awhile to find his voice past a grunt or snarl, he made a few of these sounds in effort to speak before a low whisper that was barely recognizable as Heero's voice elicited from his lips.
"I'm looking for fresh air." Was all the response he gave me, as he went back to his search for fresh air.
My knees ached from smacking the rough edges of the too-thin ledge that we were crawling on, but I followed Heero along, my stomach never seeming to cease its demands for blood. That thirst clouded my thoughts, judgments, and even made me care less about my situation, I figured as long as I got something to eat soon I'd be fine with staying down here forever.
Before long I joined Heero in sniffing the rank sewer air in hopes of finding fresh oxygen that could lead us to a way out. The sewer was very quiet, we were not breathing much, and being preternatural creatures of darkness, we made very little noise as we scuttled along. Heero paused when he reached a fork in our trail. He rasped to me that I should stay where I was while he tried to determine which way led more quickly above ground. I hate playing sidekick.have I ever mentioned that before? I can't stand when Heero pushes me back out of the way so that he has more room to do the dirty work, the important work. I let out a bit of a growl and jumped into the water, splashing him and everything else around me. The current told me something that Heero couldn't sense with his nose alone. The water in the tunnel was coming form one direction more strongly than from the other. Heero stayed perched on his stupid ledge, sniffing like a moron, while I started to paddle against the current, assuming that I would come to somewhere significant before he could figure anything out. I paused and clung to the ledge at the side of the tunnel when Heero started to nag at me.
"Duo that's the wrong way, the air smells fresher this way. come on."
"Shut up Heero, you aren't always right you know! I think its this way. the current's fast here, follow me!
"This is the right way Duo! I've been doing things like this for far longer than you, I've got a sense for them. If you go that way you're going to run into a dead end."
"That's impossible, The water has to be coming from somewhere, it's probably an open manhole, we can crawl out and get food and be back on our feet in no time, if we go that way we're going to hit another dead end, I'm sure of it. I can't smell any fresh air from any direction. we gotta use other means to figure our way outta here."
There was a stretch of silence, in which I assume now that Heero was considering my words and re-evaluating his own judgment, searching for a flaw in his logic. He probably shook his head in the darkness, though I will never know for sure.
"You're wrong Duo. you'll see. I'm going this way, whenever you realize you messed up just come back this way. if I get out of the sewers before you, meet me at the highest point in the city, I'll wait for you. Baka. you've got to learn these things."
"Fuck off Heero! I'm sick of you telling me what to do like I'm some stupid idiot who can't do anything for himself! Is this some kind of challenge? You want me to prove to you that I'm right!? Fine! I'm going this way, it's a race, I'll be at the highest point in the city long before you ever get there, dumbass!"
I gave Heero the finger in the darkness and paddled off in the direction I had started, listening to him crawling the other way down the tunnel until the sounds disappeared and I was completely alone in the oppressive black tunnel, warmish sludge rushing ever more powerfully against me as I paddled. Damn Heero. just cause I was new at being a vampire didn't mean I wasn't a professionally trained terrorist, not to mention Duo Maxwell! I can run and hide.and hide and run, and then some! That's what I do, its what makes me Duo! I'm an escape artist extraordinaire! I'm quick, nimble, and smart as a whip! And even if I was a big fat slowpoke, I still wouldn't let Heero boss me around, whether he's right or not.
And this is how I got myself into even more trouble than I'd bargained for.
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TBC.
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Ok, short little chapter, but it was necessary to end it here, this is where my fingers stopped writing and told me that I needed to make a chapter out of it. You see, I like the way every chapter ends with a bit of a cliffy, something to keep you people coming back for more, so I'm gonna keep on with that pattern and get cracking on my next chapter right away! ^_^ Thanks for all the commentary on chapter nineteen, its good to know there are still people reading this fic!
Lady AngelFiren
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Disclaimer: Firen Donna own'um Gundam Wing, and she's not makin the monnies, so donna sue!
Warnings: Vampires, Shounen ai, (2+1/1+2 my first non-lemony fic O.0), violence, blood, sexual assault, deathfic (it's a good thing though, you'll see), some angst, OOC Heero, and probably OOC Duo as well.
Additional warning: I know this is a vampy fic, but there isn't a lot of the traditional vampire lore. I don't really like lore, so there isn't almost any here. I made most of the "vampire stuff" up myself to create a new kind of vampire, I hope it turned out ok, tell me what you think. In any case, the vampires aren't totally run-of-the-mill (or at least I don't think they are, but they very well may be)
Please send C&C! More of this will be up soon!!!! Enjoy!
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The Vampire Heero; Part Twenty By Lady AngelFiren
I still have no idea how long I was unconscious for. When Heero transformed me, I began to lose count of the days and nights that passed, and by the time Heero and I went on our raid in the police station, I was oblivious to the date on the calendar. I do know, however, that the sun rose and set and rose at least once more before I became aware of anything around me.
I snapped awake quite suddenly, opening my eyes into thick silent darkness and immediately realizing that I had no sense of which way was up, and which was down. I attempted to breathe in and realized that my lungs were filled with water, which induced a coughing fit of epic proportions. As I was choking to death and flailing madly to try and find oxygen to breathe, I smacked against slimy interlocked stones, and realized that one of my legs was trapped between something; it felt like the bars on a prison cell door. Meanwhile, I was becoming dangerously close to panic, as I was forced to simply not breathe, and although I really didn't feel like passing out just yet, I feared it would come soon.
But it didn't. I forced myself to be still and relax once I realized that I wasn't drowning, despite the fact that my body was completely devoid of oxygen. I closed my eyes, as they were completely useless to me, and felt around myself at the slimy stones I was sitting on. After I got a good sense that the 'floor' around me was solid and bare (not to mention non- threatening, despite the icky slime), I felt forwards, to where my leg was trapped. It came free on my first try, I guess I wasn't really that stuck after all, more like I'd drifted there and my leg had just happened to slip through the grate.
However, now that I was free, I could feel a fairly intimidating current forcing me against the bars, trying to squish me through them. I climbed upwards, and quickly broke the surface, the water wasn't nearly as deep as it'd seemed. I immediately (and retartedly) attempted to breathe in again, and it fucking figures that I had to start coughing my ass off and throwing up water from my lungs. Although, I guess that was the only way to get it outta me anyway, so it was sort of mandatory coughing.
Once I managed to get myself breathing aright I felt a little better, I felt my brain working again, I was able to think of more than just escaping. My worries and burdens came back to me and squished me firmly back into reality. I took a deep breath and looked around in the blackness, sniffing the area and wrinkling my nose at the rank smell of water and the awful taste in my mouth.
The moment I thought of my mouth, my stomach began to snarl anxious protest and I realized that I had never been so hungry in my whole life. Not even when I hadn't eaten anything more than garbage for four days straight on L2. This was deeper, every vein in my body burned with the ache for food, and the struggle to keep myself from thinking of eating was a terrible feat for me to accomplish.
I choked and panted with thirst for at least ten minutes before I saw anything other than red in front of my eyes. The gentle sloshing of the sewage against my back calmed me and helped me concentrate on freeing myself.
Then it hit me.
Where was Heero?
I couldn't see anything in the water around me, I couldn't see anything at all, actually. I could only smell the disgusting water, there was no other scent that filtered in, and everything was silent close by. There was no breathing, no heartbeats, no thoughts at all. I would have cried, but there was no blood in me. There were dry sobs from my lungs, but my voice didn't sound like my own, it was a rasp in the back of my throat, painful at best. I tried to say Heero's name, and I could barely even move my face, my skin was stretched tightly around my whole body so thinly that I felt like I was shrink wrapped all over. I put my hands to my face and gasped in surprise. They felt like skeleton hands, all bony and skinny, though my skin was waterlogged, which made moving a little easier. Either way, I was ready to pee myself, it was creepy as hell. I took a breath and ducked under the water, crawling downwards along the grate and then moving around in search of Heero.
Relief flooded me a thousand times over when I felt a skeletal form crushed against the grate, cold and motionless, but smooth, immortal. He was still with me. Fuck, I have no idea what I would've done if he'd been gone. I mean I can take care of myself and all.. but I needed him around, he was the only other vampire, and I still had so much to learn from him. I wrapped an arm around him, feeling my muscles burn with exhaustion and thirst when I used them. I burned all over.
I pulled Heero's head above the water and headed towards my left, hoping that there would be some kid of ledge.something.anything to stand on, to rest on. There was a ledge, but it was only about a foot in width, which made it an awfully uncomfortable place to be. Meanwhile, my hunger poked my brain repeatedly, shifting my thoughts to starvation once more. I dragged Heero up onto the thin ledge and balanced myself with some difficulty over top of him. I pushed down on his diaphragm and listened to water bubble out of his mouth and trickle down the slimy walls to join the rest of the sewage. Heero's arm fall over the ledge and hung slackly in midair, though I could not see it, I simply knew it was there, even though all of my senses were dull thanks to my thirst.
Heero began to cough up water on his own after the first push on his chest to get him started. He convulsed with the force of his coughs and spit water between us. I heard him hiss from his throat and begin to breathe on his own, laboring intensely to get clear breaths. He spit up more water and sat up, growling still. I heard him sniffing, and his hand reached out to touch me on the chest.
"Duo." He rasped quietly, wrapping his arms around me and pushing his head against me.
Well. I hadn't expected that from Mr. Perfect Soldier, But I did return the gesture, kissing his hair even though there was sewer slime in it. He pulled my face towards his and kissed my lips with his own, which were smooth, but tight like the rest of our skin. Heero was also shrink wrapped, it seemed.
We were quiet and close for a few minutes, until finally I couldn't help it anymore, I knew Heero didn't have food, but I was so hungry, I thought maybe sharing it with him would get me fed.
"Heero. I'm fucking starving. we hafta get outta here fast and get something to eat, this is makin' me crazy! Come on, lets look for a way out."
Heero didn't seem to be in a talkative mood, I felt him nod against me and he crawled out from under me, getting on his hands and knees in front of me and scooting along the ledge at a snail's pace. I guess he was weaker than he let on, at least I could talk and move without too much pain. I wondered how many bullets he'd taken, and if any of his wounds remained. I followed Heero, and heard him sniffing at the air around us frequently.
"What are you lookin' for Heero? All I smell is dirty water. Man that's rank. " I wrinkled my nose for emphasis, though of course it was dark as any tunnel underground can be, so nobody, least of all Heero, could see me.
I think it took him awhile to find his voice past a grunt or snarl, he made a few of these sounds in effort to speak before a low whisper that was barely recognizable as Heero's voice elicited from his lips.
"I'm looking for fresh air." Was all the response he gave me, as he went back to his search for fresh air.
My knees ached from smacking the rough edges of the too-thin ledge that we were crawling on, but I followed Heero along, my stomach never seeming to cease its demands for blood. That thirst clouded my thoughts, judgments, and even made me care less about my situation, I figured as long as I got something to eat soon I'd be fine with staying down here forever.
Before long I joined Heero in sniffing the rank sewer air in hopes of finding fresh oxygen that could lead us to a way out. The sewer was very quiet, we were not breathing much, and being preternatural creatures of darkness, we made very little noise as we scuttled along. Heero paused when he reached a fork in our trail. He rasped to me that I should stay where I was while he tried to determine which way led more quickly above ground. I hate playing sidekick.have I ever mentioned that before? I can't stand when Heero pushes me back out of the way so that he has more room to do the dirty work, the important work. I let out a bit of a growl and jumped into the water, splashing him and everything else around me. The current told me something that Heero couldn't sense with his nose alone. The water in the tunnel was coming form one direction more strongly than from the other. Heero stayed perched on his stupid ledge, sniffing like a moron, while I started to paddle against the current, assuming that I would come to somewhere significant before he could figure anything out. I paused and clung to the ledge at the side of the tunnel when Heero started to nag at me.
"Duo that's the wrong way, the air smells fresher this way. come on."
"Shut up Heero, you aren't always right you know! I think its this way. the current's fast here, follow me!
"This is the right way Duo! I've been doing things like this for far longer than you, I've got a sense for them. If you go that way you're going to run into a dead end."
"That's impossible, The water has to be coming from somewhere, it's probably an open manhole, we can crawl out and get food and be back on our feet in no time, if we go that way we're going to hit another dead end, I'm sure of it. I can't smell any fresh air from any direction. we gotta use other means to figure our way outta here."
There was a stretch of silence, in which I assume now that Heero was considering my words and re-evaluating his own judgment, searching for a flaw in his logic. He probably shook his head in the darkness, though I will never know for sure.
"You're wrong Duo. you'll see. I'm going this way, whenever you realize you messed up just come back this way. if I get out of the sewers before you, meet me at the highest point in the city, I'll wait for you. Baka. you've got to learn these things."
"Fuck off Heero! I'm sick of you telling me what to do like I'm some stupid idiot who can't do anything for himself! Is this some kind of challenge? You want me to prove to you that I'm right!? Fine! I'm going this way, it's a race, I'll be at the highest point in the city long before you ever get there, dumbass!"
I gave Heero the finger in the darkness and paddled off in the direction I had started, listening to him crawling the other way down the tunnel until the sounds disappeared and I was completely alone in the oppressive black tunnel, warmish sludge rushing ever more powerfully against me as I paddled. Damn Heero. just cause I was new at being a vampire didn't mean I wasn't a professionally trained terrorist, not to mention Duo Maxwell! I can run and hide.and hide and run, and then some! That's what I do, its what makes me Duo! I'm an escape artist extraordinaire! I'm quick, nimble, and smart as a whip! And even if I was a big fat slowpoke, I still wouldn't let Heero boss me around, whether he's right or not.
And this is how I got myself into even more trouble than I'd bargained for.
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TBC.
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Ok, short little chapter, but it was necessary to end it here, this is where my fingers stopped writing and told me that I needed to make a chapter out of it. You see, I like the way every chapter ends with a bit of a cliffy, something to keep you people coming back for more, so I'm gonna keep on with that pattern and get cracking on my next chapter right away! ^_^ Thanks for all the commentary on chapter nineteen, its good to know there are still people reading this fic!
Lady AngelFiren
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