Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or any of its characters, so don't sue me!

Pairings: *shrug*

Plot: The whole vampire thing - look at previous chapters if you really want to know, I have more important things to type.

Chapter Seven - I spy a plot

I was late. What the hell is up with that? I am never late. Lateness leads to questions, which in turn leads to suspicion, which then leads to my cover being questioned.

Ignoring the urge to twist things to suit me, I resort to the human method of running. Make that sprinting.

A dark blue door loomed out of the darkness, it's silver handle glinting in the moonglow. Opening the door with an efficient click I pushed it flush against the wall, then entered, shutting it behind me. Moving along the narrow corridor I lightly leapt up the stairs at the end, then paused to gather myself.

Drawing the curtain in front of me aside I panted lightly, making a show of drawing myself up as I struggle to breath naturally.

A huge open area stood in front of me. Dark reds of varying shades provided the only colour scheme, setting the theme for the club. Beneath me was a huge pit, bar and dance floor at opposite sides of the room. Between were a variety of chairs, tables, couches and coffee tables. Black marble. The front door was directly opposite the stage I stood on, a floor below. Three round platforms were scattered around the dance floor, a small series of steps leading up to the dance cages on the top. Poles and the cage itself gleamed in the dim lighting. Even during the day, when all of the lights were on it was hard to see clearly, and in the night it turned into a shimmering, shadowed, Satan's wonderland.

The bar was stocked with every alcoholic beverage imaginable, and a few that weren't. The tables and chairs were sleek metal jobs, a candle on each table. The couches were the complete opposite, strewn with cushions; velvet, silk, faux fur all of them varying reds. The couches themselves were red leather of the finest quality, everything about them honed to give the most exquisite textural experience possible.

On the stage itself a band was setting up for the night. They would tune their equipment now, before the crowds came, then have some drinks while the club warmed up. The state of the art soundsystem would look after the early arrivals, then the band would take over, with the soundsystem finishing the evening off.

Across the stage from me, my boss, Stys, was chatting with a figure in black. He looked up at my entrance, but he acknowledged my state with a brief flick of the eyes before he bit my head off for no reason.

I made my way towards him and his companion, feeling the slight emanation of power from the person.

Emerald eyes met my gaze, and I was instantly reminded of my sister's soul-baring gaze. Hoping this newcomer lacked my sister's enviable abilities, I summoned a smile and dipped my head in his direction. Not quite a bow, but near enough for his eyes to widen.

Whoever he was the power practically rolled off of him. And that only ever happened around the ancient vampires, making him, a relative newbie, an unusual surprise.

"Hi Stys, sorry I'm late, but I had this run in with this guy on this bike, and then we had an argument and…I'm here now!" Fixing my gaze on my bosses face I twitched him slightly, and he nodded, accepting my explanation.

"Well…I'm glad you managed to show up, despite being late. Go and get changed, we have a new person starting tonight and I'd like you to show him the ropes. This is him here, I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name?"

Apology oozed from my bosses voice, and I choked back a laugh which threatened to overwhelm me. This guy obviously was a novice at this low profile thing if he thought he could get a job and keep his name from being brought into it.

The new guy hesitated, and I gently touched his mind with mine, temporarily wrapping him in safety.

"Trowa Barton."

His name in the open I withdrew my touch, almost wincing as he immediately glared at me. Almost.

"Right, well, as you know, I am Stys. Nnow, go and Michael here will show you what to do. He's on bar duty with you."

His hands firmly wiped of us both until the next time we were going to have to work, my boss turned and went to his office behind the bar.

Ignoring the green eyes boring into my face, I turned and led the way back where I'd come from. As soon as we were on the staircase a powerful hand grabbed me by the arm, twisting it back to stun me, then using unnatural strength to throw me down the stairs.

Landing at the bottom I lay motionless, waiting like a snake. Pretend to be a stick or dead, then when your prey approaches to investigate, you leap into action.

No noise preceded him, and it was impressive. Didn't stop me from feeling him, but it was impressive. He moved down the stairs, and leaned over me in preparation of rolling me over. Kicking out behind me I caught him in the jaw, then rolled onto my back as he jerked.

Grabbing him face by the jaw I sprang upright, and moved forwards until his back was mashed against the wall.

His stunned gaze rested on me as he absorbed the information, then relaxed back into more natural lines.

"That wasn't very friendly."

"Oh, and forcing me to give the human my name was?"

Good point.

"I didn't really force you, just let you know it was safe to."

Another good point, this time a plus for me.

Trowa's eyes narrowed, and I prepared myself for the questions to come.

"Ok, I forgive you for that. Now, how did you manage to do that? You don't taste like a vampire, but I know no human could survive that fall, or do what you did to me."

Cover story, needed, right now.

"I'm gifted."

True, but not in the way he will take it to be.

"What." Ok, not the reaction I was hoping for.

"There are certain humans who have what could be called psychic powers, if you like. I have some abilities similar to them, and I'm a lot stronger. I might not taste like a vampire to you, but you do to me. Luckily for you, you also taste like a good one."

"A good one?"

Again with the questioning, and this time an eyebrow was raised. Ooh, I feel so honoured!

"You don't kill humans to feed, right?"

A cautious nod.

"Well, I can tell you don't, therefore, you taste good." Oops.

"Umm…I didn't meant that in the way it sounded…"

A small silence, during which I smiled at him sheepishly, broken by his sudden laughter.

Grinning myself I released the hold I had of his jaw, and gently let him slide to the floor. Holding out my hand formally, we solemnly shook, small smiles of mirth still apparent on our faces. I could so tell I would like this guy.

"Let's get you dressed. This should be fun."

Trowa looked at me with apprehension, but allowed me to lead him to the small room, practically a closet, right next to the back door I had entered by.

I have a slight plot working out in my head. Hold on, I am getting there, I just decided to slip in some more description in this chapter, as well as another Gundam boy. Is the describing alright? Or really bad?

Anyway, should have more soon - bear with me. Oh, and R+R please?

See ya soon!