The Vampire Heero; Part Twenty-one
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-one By Lady AngelFiren
It didn't take me long to realize that I would really have preferred to follow Heero, since the way I was traveling just got more difficult as I went. The tunnel started to get full of water, and that water was pushing hard against me, making swimming damnear impossible to do at all. I feared letting water fill my lungs like it had when I first awoke in the sewers, the thought of not breathing was really less than comforting, let me tell you. However, this wasn't the only problem. You know how they say alligators live in the sewers? I wish.
Something much more. how should I say this. difficult to deal with. was following me, or so it seemed. The first instance that I became aware of another presence somewhere around me was not long after I left Heero's side. Of course, at the time, I was much too absorbed in beating Heero than I was with my actual surroundings. I kept traveling against the current, my nose in the air and my thoughts on my stomach, as well as on Heero. They certainly were not on the possibility of something stalking me, of all creatures.
I'm a vampire, what can hurt me? I can't die. obviously nothing should be a threat to me. However, something was expecting me, and it seemed to fare much better in the sloshy darkness than I did. That first time it was only a brief brush of heat against my leg, and I thought it was just some especially fresh pee-water or something, its not like this thing had any substance, so I ignored it, and pressed on in the dark.
By the time my anger had faded and my thoughts were back on my stomach entirely, the water started to fill the tunnel and push harder against me, as I've already mentioned. I couldn't touch the bottom anymore, and the sides arced together to form the top of the tunnel, which had about a foot of airspace left. I was getting tired of swimming now, my arms ached through and through, and even though I still had air to breathe, it was stale, and did very little to energize me.
That is when I felt the heat again, if it was a warm pee-spot in the water before, it was a bathtub of pee this time around. Something hit me from behind, traveling much faster than I was, something that went right through me and gave me the sense that sunlight was scalding my legs inside and out. I screamed hoarsely, more from fear than from pain, but the heat was already gone, returned to untrustworthy coldness and harsh current. I was too far along to quit now, so I kept going, paddling ahead full throttle in hopes that I would reach the end of my frightening tunnel ride sooner rather than later.
I didn't, which figures.
I coughed on a mouthful of water and smashed my face on the roof of the tunnel when the space of air that had been a whole foot tall became a mere six inches instead. Blood could not seep from the shallow slice on my nose, because I was so dry, that there was no blood in me to bleed with. As I mentioned before, my skin was wrapped tightly around me to hold my guts in, but I felt like bones, I knew I weighed considerably less than one Duo Maxwell should have, and that if someone were to see me I would look like some freakish nighttime horror show.
I pressed on through the tunnel, and that is when the heat turned from a bothersome worry, to a threat. It came from behind again and really hit me this time, with physical force. I felt myself twist and cringe as searing hot touches grasped me around the ankles and yanked me below the surface of the water. I shuddered in the blackness, unable to see my assailant, unable to even fight back, because when I tried to hit it, my hands went right through its 'body', enveloping me in flames. I felt my flesh blistering and splitting where it touched me. I screamed, lungfulls of bubbles escaping my body and disappearing above the surface of the water. I flailed and tried in vain to scream more, my soundless cries exhausting me and raising the level of panic that I was trapped in to terror. Whatever had me, it had me really, really good.
I felt water rushing past as I was dragged by my ankles along the bottom of the sewer, against the current. My hair billowed in the water behind me, feeling like webs over my face when I twisted in effort to get free. It scared the hell out of me that there was something out there that could destroy me, hurt me, and not even be fought. This wasn't fair!!
The thing dragged me through the sewers blindly, not even slowing when I tried to stop it's progress by digging my fingertips into the bricks that lined the sewer walls. My thoughts dulled with the lack of oxygen to my brain, and I began to calm down, not because things were alright, but because I was going back into that hibernation sense that I had come out of when I first awoke in the sewers. My eyes drooped shut and the immense flaming, searing hurt that vibrated up and down my legs lessened. My head thunked against the bottom of the tunnel a few times, but that was minor compared to the heat.
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Finally I was dragged back into the air, though I could scarcely defend myself, if that is what you readers are thinking. The fire thing threw me against a wall, where I impacted heavily before sagging to the floor. And there was a floor, I was inside somewhere, still in the sewers, but not in the water anymore, nowhere near the water really, this must have been a platform somewhere for maintenance workers to travel over or something.
My ears were bleeding a little,(as much as they were able with my thirst) and the other scrapes and slices that I'd sustained while being dragged against my will just hurt, they couldn't bleed with the way I was starving. What was especially interesting about this little place, was that I could see, very minimally, and whatever I was seeing was fogged with pain, but there was light, which filled me with hopes of escape. I tried to focus my eyes on the blurry thing before me, I wanted to know what it wanted, even though I feared it greatly because it's touch melted my flesh like a hot knife through butter.
It was humanoid, having arms and legs and a head and torso, but really there were no definite edges to the creature, it appeared to be made of mist and flame, something completely unearthly. I felt so many things when I saw it, anticipation, worry, hope. It was made of light and heat, these things billowed around it in the form of ethereal flames, soundless, and obviously waterproof.
It stood before me in motionless silence, perhaps it was studying me as I was studying it? I crawled painfully onto my hands and knees, too scared to make any other moves in the thing's direction. Could it speak? Did it want to help me or hurt me? What the hell was going on!!??
The ghostly fire creature floated closer, causing me to press myself back against the wall behind me. I didn't want to touch it, I loathed the thought of touching it. The little silver cross at my throat felt cold on my breast as I leaned back, my hair matted and sticking to my back.
It raised its hand towards me, and I swear (though you can't tell Heero) that there were tears in my eyes I was so scared and shivery. From is misty and formless 'hand' came a small card, which appeared immune to it's fiery being. The card fluttered to the concrete in front of me facedown, I couldn't see what it was, except I knew already that it was a Tarot card, and I was awfully worried that there was a part to this puzzle that I hadn't even begun to ponder yet. I looked up at the fire being and then down to the card, reaching out with my shaking hand to flip it over.
The face of The Fool stared up at me for a few moments before the card evaporated into mist and returned to the fire creature's body, as a part of it. I looked back up at it in confusion.
"I-I don't understand." I croaked, my voice shaking along with every other part of my body. Was it going to hurt me now that it had me confused as hell and weak, and backed in an inescapable corner?
The heat around me increased exponentially in a matter of seconds as the light that was being emitted by the fire creature grew in intensity and it's 'body' began to hum.
It swirled out of shape, burning my flesh as it gathered itself around me. I screamed in terror and tried to escape, but I couldn't move at all, my legs locked up and were useless. My arms would not respond when I shrieked at them to help me get away.
I was blinded as my retinas burned to nothing, and I really, honestly thought that I was a dead boy, as the pressure form the heat creature became unbearable in its intensity. My screams were so loud that the whole tunnel shook, rocks trembling in their places and falling to the concrete floor in front of me with smashing sounds, that were barely detectable because I was deaf from my own screams.
The fire being swirled around me and began to crawl INSIDE me, it slithered like molten lava mist into my guts, searing them as well , entering my mouth and nose and making the world around me return to black. The light all crawled inside of me, down my throat, until the pain finally started to ebb away, and I was left shaking, and sweating tiny remaining drops of blood away. My heart pumped quickly as the fire died inside of me, and everything was once more calm.
I felt cold suddenly, and I shivered, wrapping my scalded arms around my scalded legs, my flesh screaming in agony as it touched itself. Whatever it was, it was inside me now, but it was quiet. I had several thoughts of the movie 'Alien' and I hoped to holy hell that nothing was going to lay eggs in me and eat its way out through my belly. I didn't feel any different, whatever it was had disappeared for the time being, and when I opened my eyes and focused them again, I could see the very palest light above me.
I inhaled, and over the smell of burnt flesh I was able to detect fresh air from above. Now. the question was, could I actually get to my feet and crawl out of here? I had to.there would be food up there.
That was all the motivation I needed. I in haled once more, detecting humans on the fresh air, and the smell of the city. I shuddered and forced myself to swallow my screams, twisting around and crawling along the wall until my hand touched the maintenance worker's ladder that led to the manhole. I climbed upwards with the greatest of care not to fall and further hurt myself, every part of my body hurt so much by this point that I really didn't think I could stay conscious through anything else. It was almost impossible to get the cover off the hole, it was so heavy, and I was so incredibly weak by this point. But I did manage, and fortunately I wasn't on a busy street. On the contrary, I appeared above the ground in a deserted neighborhood. It was nighttime, there was no moon, and the streetlight over the manhole was conveniently out, which made my horrid figure invisible to any people that might have been looking my way. I forced myself not to breathe in too much, the smell of humans was maddening, and I wanted to make sure I could find some people to eat that weren't going to call the police and get me in another awful mess.
I wandered through the houses, into a backyard at random. I selected one of the places that had no security system sticker on the door, the last thing I wanted was one of those stupid automatic 911 things to call the cops on me. I looked for an open window, and found one, fortunately. I broke through the screen and climbed in the house, inhaling and smelling a few cats, several different humans of different ages, and regular human food. I looked around and crept down the stairs, into the basement of the dark, peaceful home.
When I think about it now, I feel sick to myself for that night, but really, it was the only option, I HAD to feed, I HAD to. There was no way to escape my own thirst. I killed the person whose bedroom was in the basement first. It was a young man, probably 26 or something, and he was not of the same blood than the rest of the family, so I'm guessing he was a roommate, renting out the basement. I crawled onto him in bed, slapped my bony hand over his mouth and tore into his throat savagely, lapping and gulping up the thick red life greedily.
I drank steadily till his heart stopped with an abrupt silence in my ears. I let myself fall onto him as I felt my body repairing itself wit the blood. If anything, this first victim only served to make my hungrier, I was so deprived of food, and so injured, that it only managed to heal over the very worst of my burns, and I was sill disgusting and skeletal afterwards. I left the young man in his bed an crawled up the stairs, through the middle floor of the house, to the top floor. I went into the children's rooms one by one and killed each of them to satisfy my hunger. Not one of them ever woke up or had a chance to escape. I sicken myself, I drank every single child's blood right to the point that their hearts all stopped, and I left them in their beds to rot. I couldn't bring myself to leave the parents alive after such a massacre, there were two twin babies, and two older kids, a girl and a boy. So I entered the parents' room as well and drained each of them so skillfully that the other never even stirred as their partner died beside them.
When I was finished with all seven people who had been living in the house I escaped through the bedroom window and crawled onto the roof, running over the roofs of all the houses in the area to escape the neighborhood, and head for the highest point in the city.
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TBC.
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Ooh. and the plot thickens! Wow. this chapter came out of my fingers in no time. I had fun writing it! Except for the end. I really don't like violence or anything. especially senseless killing, Duo muse doesn't like it either. I feel bad that I made him kill a whole family, but you have to understand how hungry he was!! Anyway, I hope to see some C&C for this part!! Any hypotheses on what just happened to Duo!? Come on people, tell me what you think!
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-one By Lady AngelFiren
It didn't take me long to realize that I would really have preferred to follow Heero, since the way I was traveling just got more difficult as I went. The tunnel started to get full of water, and that water was pushing hard against me, making swimming damnear impossible to do at all. I feared letting water fill my lungs like it had when I first awoke in the sewers, the thought of not breathing was really less than comforting, let me tell you. However, this wasn't the only problem. You know how they say alligators live in the sewers? I wish.
Something much more. how should I say this. difficult to deal with. was following me, or so it seemed. The first instance that I became aware of another presence somewhere around me was not long after I left Heero's side. Of course, at the time, I was much too absorbed in beating Heero than I was with my actual surroundings. I kept traveling against the current, my nose in the air and my thoughts on my stomach, as well as on Heero. They certainly were not on the possibility of something stalking me, of all creatures.
I'm a vampire, what can hurt me? I can't die. obviously nothing should be a threat to me. However, something was expecting me, and it seemed to fare much better in the sloshy darkness than I did. That first time it was only a brief brush of heat against my leg, and I thought it was just some especially fresh pee-water or something, its not like this thing had any substance, so I ignored it, and pressed on in the dark.
By the time my anger had faded and my thoughts were back on my stomach entirely, the water started to fill the tunnel and push harder against me, as I've already mentioned. I couldn't touch the bottom anymore, and the sides arced together to form the top of the tunnel, which had about a foot of airspace left. I was getting tired of swimming now, my arms ached through and through, and even though I still had air to breathe, it was stale, and did very little to energize me.
That is when I felt the heat again, if it was a warm pee-spot in the water before, it was a bathtub of pee this time around. Something hit me from behind, traveling much faster than I was, something that went right through me and gave me the sense that sunlight was scalding my legs inside and out. I screamed hoarsely, more from fear than from pain, but the heat was already gone, returned to untrustworthy coldness and harsh current. I was too far along to quit now, so I kept going, paddling ahead full throttle in hopes that I would reach the end of my frightening tunnel ride sooner rather than later.
I didn't, which figures.
I coughed on a mouthful of water and smashed my face on the roof of the tunnel when the space of air that had been a whole foot tall became a mere six inches instead. Blood could not seep from the shallow slice on my nose, because I was so dry, that there was no blood in me to bleed with. As I mentioned before, my skin was wrapped tightly around me to hold my guts in, but I felt like bones, I knew I weighed considerably less than one Duo Maxwell should have, and that if someone were to see me I would look like some freakish nighttime horror show.
I pressed on through the tunnel, and that is when the heat turned from a bothersome worry, to a threat. It came from behind again and really hit me this time, with physical force. I felt myself twist and cringe as searing hot touches grasped me around the ankles and yanked me below the surface of the water. I shuddered in the blackness, unable to see my assailant, unable to even fight back, because when I tried to hit it, my hands went right through its 'body', enveloping me in flames. I felt my flesh blistering and splitting where it touched me. I screamed, lungfulls of bubbles escaping my body and disappearing above the surface of the water. I flailed and tried in vain to scream more, my soundless cries exhausting me and raising the level of panic that I was trapped in to terror. Whatever had me, it had me really, really good.
I felt water rushing past as I was dragged by my ankles along the bottom of the sewer, against the current. My hair billowed in the water behind me, feeling like webs over my face when I twisted in effort to get free. It scared the hell out of me that there was something out there that could destroy me, hurt me, and not even be fought. This wasn't fair!!
The thing dragged me through the sewers blindly, not even slowing when I tried to stop it's progress by digging my fingertips into the bricks that lined the sewer walls. My thoughts dulled with the lack of oxygen to my brain, and I began to calm down, not because things were alright, but because I was going back into that hibernation sense that I had come out of when I first awoke in the sewers. My eyes drooped shut and the immense flaming, searing hurt that vibrated up and down my legs lessened. My head thunked against the bottom of the tunnel a few times, but that was minor compared to the heat.
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Finally I was dragged back into the air, though I could scarcely defend myself, if that is what you readers are thinking. The fire thing threw me against a wall, where I impacted heavily before sagging to the floor. And there was a floor, I was inside somewhere, still in the sewers, but not in the water anymore, nowhere near the water really, this must have been a platform somewhere for maintenance workers to travel over or something.
My ears were bleeding a little,(as much as they were able with my thirst) and the other scrapes and slices that I'd sustained while being dragged against my will just hurt, they couldn't bleed with the way I was starving. What was especially interesting about this little place, was that I could see, very minimally, and whatever I was seeing was fogged with pain, but there was light, which filled me with hopes of escape. I tried to focus my eyes on the blurry thing before me, I wanted to know what it wanted, even though I feared it greatly because it's touch melted my flesh like a hot knife through butter.
It was humanoid, having arms and legs and a head and torso, but really there were no definite edges to the creature, it appeared to be made of mist and flame, something completely unearthly. I felt so many things when I saw it, anticipation, worry, hope. It was made of light and heat, these things billowed around it in the form of ethereal flames, soundless, and obviously waterproof.
It stood before me in motionless silence, perhaps it was studying me as I was studying it? I crawled painfully onto my hands and knees, too scared to make any other moves in the thing's direction. Could it speak? Did it want to help me or hurt me? What the hell was going on!!??
The ghostly fire creature floated closer, causing me to press myself back against the wall behind me. I didn't want to touch it, I loathed the thought of touching it. The little silver cross at my throat felt cold on my breast as I leaned back, my hair matted and sticking to my back.
It raised its hand towards me, and I swear (though you can't tell Heero) that there were tears in my eyes I was so scared and shivery. From is misty and formless 'hand' came a small card, which appeared immune to it's fiery being. The card fluttered to the concrete in front of me facedown, I couldn't see what it was, except I knew already that it was a Tarot card, and I was awfully worried that there was a part to this puzzle that I hadn't even begun to ponder yet. I looked up at the fire being and then down to the card, reaching out with my shaking hand to flip it over.
The face of The Fool stared up at me for a few moments before the card evaporated into mist and returned to the fire creature's body, as a part of it. I looked back up at it in confusion.
"I-I don't understand." I croaked, my voice shaking along with every other part of my body. Was it going to hurt me now that it had me confused as hell and weak, and backed in an inescapable corner?
The heat around me increased exponentially in a matter of seconds as the light that was being emitted by the fire creature grew in intensity and it's 'body' began to hum.
It swirled out of shape, burning my flesh as it gathered itself around me. I screamed in terror and tried to escape, but I couldn't move at all, my legs locked up and were useless. My arms would not respond when I shrieked at them to help me get away.
I was blinded as my retinas burned to nothing, and I really, honestly thought that I was a dead boy, as the pressure form the heat creature became unbearable in its intensity. My screams were so loud that the whole tunnel shook, rocks trembling in their places and falling to the concrete floor in front of me with smashing sounds, that were barely detectable because I was deaf from my own screams.
The fire being swirled around me and began to crawl INSIDE me, it slithered like molten lava mist into my guts, searing them as well , entering my mouth and nose and making the world around me return to black. The light all crawled inside of me, down my throat, until the pain finally started to ebb away, and I was left shaking, and sweating tiny remaining drops of blood away. My heart pumped quickly as the fire died inside of me, and everything was once more calm.
I felt cold suddenly, and I shivered, wrapping my scalded arms around my scalded legs, my flesh screaming in agony as it touched itself. Whatever it was, it was inside me now, but it was quiet. I had several thoughts of the movie 'Alien' and I hoped to holy hell that nothing was going to lay eggs in me and eat its way out through my belly. I didn't feel any different, whatever it was had disappeared for the time being, and when I opened my eyes and focused them again, I could see the very palest light above me.
I inhaled, and over the smell of burnt flesh I was able to detect fresh air from above. Now. the question was, could I actually get to my feet and crawl out of here? I had to.there would be food up there.
That was all the motivation I needed. I in haled once more, detecting humans on the fresh air, and the smell of the city. I shuddered and forced myself to swallow my screams, twisting around and crawling along the wall until my hand touched the maintenance worker's ladder that led to the manhole. I climbed upwards with the greatest of care not to fall and further hurt myself, every part of my body hurt so much by this point that I really didn't think I could stay conscious through anything else. It was almost impossible to get the cover off the hole, it was so heavy, and I was so incredibly weak by this point. But I did manage, and fortunately I wasn't on a busy street. On the contrary, I appeared above the ground in a deserted neighborhood. It was nighttime, there was no moon, and the streetlight over the manhole was conveniently out, which made my horrid figure invisible to any people that might have been looking my way. I forced myself not to breathe in too much, the smell of humans was maddening, and I wanted to make sure I could find some people to eat that weren't going to call the police and get me in another awful mess.
I wandered through the houses, into a backyard at random. I selected one of the places that had no security system sticker on the door, the last thing I wanted was one of those stupid automatic 911 things to call the cops on me. I looked for an open window, and found one, fortunately. I broke through the screen and climbed in the house, inhaling and smelling a few cats, several different humans of different ages, and regular human food. I looked around and crept down the stairs, into the basement of the dark, peaceful home.
When I think about it now, I feel sick to myself for that night, but really, it was the only option, I HAD to feed, I HAD to. There was no way to escape my own thirst. I killed the person whose bedroom was in the basement first. It was a young man, probably 26 or something, and he was not of the same blood than the rest of the family, so I'm guessing he was a roommate, renting out the basement. I crawled onto him in bed, slapped my bony hand over his mouth and tore into his throat savagely, lapping and gulping up the thick red life greedily.
I drank steadily till his heart stopped with an abrupt silence in my ears. I let myself fall onto him as I felt my body repairing itself wit the blood. If anything, this first victim only served to make my hungrier, I was so deprived of food, and so injured, that it only managed to heal over the very worst of my burns, and I was sill disgusting and skeletal afterwards. I left the young man in his bed an crawled up the stairs, through the middle floor of the house, to the top floor. I went into the children's rooms one by one and killed each of them to satisfy my hunger. Not one of them ever woke up or had a chance to escape. I sicken myself, I drank every single child's blood right to the point that their hearts all stopped, and I left them in their beds to rot. I couldn't bring myself to leave the parents alive after such a massacre, there were two twin babies, and two older kids, a girl and a boy. So I entered the parents' room as well and drained each of them so skillfully that the other never even stirred as their partner died beside them.
When I was finished with all seven people who had been living in the house I escaped through the bedroom window and crawled onto the roof, running over the roofs of all the houses in the area to escape the neighborhood, and head for the highest point in the city.
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TBC.
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Ooh. and the plot thickens! Wow. this chapter came out of my fingers in no time. I had fun writing it! Except for the end. I really don't like violence or anything. especially senseless killing, Duo muse doesn't like it either. I feel bad that I made him kill a whole family, but you have to understand how hungry he was!! Anyway, I hope to see some C&C for this part!! Any hypotheses on what just happened to Duo!? Come on people, tell me what you think!
Lady AngelFiren
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