Pairings: 2x1(my fav!), 4x3 (my..not so fav..), 6x13, 5xM, maybe 2x5 or 6x5 (depending on how I feel), DxR (not that I'm doing details, blah!)

Warnings: biting, blood, gore, vampires, use of language, citrus, AU, Relena and Dorothy deaths?

Disclaimers: *smiles* don't own them, just wanted to see them bite people is all

Comments: Just a bit of musing

Author's comments: Sorry it's taken so long to update it. ^^; However I had projects due for class…about three of them. Lesson's learned: exo-knives hurt like hell. I see I've gotten a lot of request for me to continue with Heero and Duo, and as much as I am a 1x2/2x1 fan *sweatrops* I still gotta continue with the others first. But Don't worry!! I will be getting to the 2x1 in about two parts or so ^^; So don't kill me yet ok? *coughs* Also I wanted to see what most of yas would say. Also don't kill me because I haven't returned any reviews yet ^^; I don't know how to return reviews. Anyway…onwards!!!

Writer's note: italics = the writing in the books

The Vampire Conspiracy 7

Trowa continued walking through the maze of the hallway. After an hour or so of walking he stopped in the middle of the hallway. He wasn't getting anywhere with this. In fact, he could swear he was walking in circles. He looked towards the wall noting a picture there. Stepping closer to it, he looked up at the old man in the portrait, his graybeard not even on the picture it was so long. Strangely it looked familiar. He reached out trailing a hand over the nameplate underneath the picture. King Peacecraft…of the Peacecraft family. Peacecraft…the royal family Peacecraft?!

It'd been over thirteen years since the Sanc Kingdom, the Peacecraft home, fell under to unknown situations. They were attacked by unknown forces, the people had said, the family was cursed for their pacifist ways. Trowa dropped his hand from the nameplate and shoved his hands into his pockets as he turned to walk back the way he'd came. It wasn't his business or his problem what happened to the Peacecraft family.

He slowed to a stop as he came to a door. Interesting…that hadn't been there before. He took a chance turning the knob and pushing the door open. Inside lay a library, thousands upon thousands of books lay packed neatly into shelves. Trowa stepped inside the room, not bothering to close the door behind him in case of an emergency. He noted where some books lay open on the floor, it appearing as though at the time someone was in a rush, too much of a rush to care about the books. Oddly it was just a little brighter in here than the other places of the castle.

He walked over to a book on the floor, stopping in front of it and looking down at it before picking it up. Not a speck of dust lay on the book. Come to think of it, there wasn't any dust in the room at all. The feel of the room was well…alive. He flipped a page in the book, noting pictures of the members of the family. There was one, a picture of a little boy with curly platinum hair. "Milliardo Peacecraft, young heir to the Sanc Kingdom throne. Whereabouts unknown."

A small book slipped out the side of the book landing with a slight thump against the clean marble floor.

He bent down and picked up the book reading the title as he stood up. "Peacecraft diary?" He opened the book flipping it to the first page, then began to read again:

I've have been to talk with ambassadors of other nations. My dream is becoming a reality. Soon peace will fill all young hearts. The Peacecraft's way of peace in the nations will soon come to be, then we can all live freely without bloodshed.

He flipped through the pages and stopped at a later entry.

Great news! The Peacecrafts have a new addition to the family! All will be excited to know that I have a new daughter! I have named her Relena. The name seems perfect for her. She is a small bundle of joy full of a lot of energy. Milliardo seems to have taken a liking to his younger sibling. May he always protect her.

Trowa blinked slightly. "Relena? Hm…." He flipped the pages again going further into the book.

Darkness glooms over the castle. Milliardo's disappearance is not going well with the royal family. My wife is very ill now, she won't live long. I will stand by her side till the end. I am sending Relena to the Darlian's to be cared for. I sense that something wicked is about to fall upon the Peacecrafts.

Again Trowa flipped the pages, coming onto what had to be the last entry. He noted how scribbled the last entry was, like it was being written in a rush.

They're in the castle! My men are dying, and the servants are fleeing while they can! There's no hope left for the Peacecrafts! And worse, they are the ones who have taken my precious Milliardo away! I will stand against them for as long as I can! Please protect my darling Relena!

"A shame isn't it?" Trowa jumped hearing the soft voice, the book falling shut to the floor as he turned quickly to look at the one standing in the way of the door.

Trowa's eye lifted slightly in shock. "It's you…."

Quatre giggled lightly letting his eyes slide up Trowa's body to his face. "A shame how the Peacecraft family died isn't it? They died believing in something that could never be accomplished. Total pacifist. They were all such fools." Trowa turned his head quickly looking for any means of escape from the vampire. "It's hopeless for you to think you can escape. You're fates been sealed you know."

Trowa looked back at him again keeping himself calm or else he'd go insane. "Who are you?"

"I told you," Quatre said grinning almost innocently as he started towards him. "We are evil's spawns."

Trowa backed away from him. "Why haven't you killed me yet?"

"Hmmm…." The young blond rested a finger to his lips grinning mischievously. "Because we're not done having fun with you yet." He backed Trowa up against the wall leaning close but never touching him. "Don't fear me just yet." He laughed lightly stepping back to survey him again. "I can't touch you, not yet anyway."

Trowa lifted an eyebrow slightly in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he reached up brushing his bangs up before they fell right back into his eyes. "That I can't touch you. Not until the game is over." He turned putting his back to the boy, his eyes casting off a red glow. "But…that doesn't mean that my pets can't harm you." He started walking towards the door then stopped just before he walked out. "I will want as much fear as you can produce before I drain you lifeless." He giggled again, the sound so innocent and yet so evil, as he walked out the door into the darkness.

Trowa paused standing there for a second before he ran for the door. Nothing was adding up. Just why did he get stuck in all of this anyway? Suddenly he tripped falling forward on his face with a grunt. He looked back noting that something was wrapped around his foot. His eyes widened as he saw the plant limb climbing further up his body starting to wrap itself more around him. He struggled and gripped the leg of the small table sitting to the side of him, holding on to it tightly even as he was pulled across the floor by the giant plant limb, the table scraping along the floor, leaving scratches on the once beautiful marble floor. He finally managed to give out a yell before he got pulled into the nearby darkness, the light from the library fading away quickly as the hidden entry behind the bookcase fell shut sealing itself close again.

On the ground where the book was laid open, a small breeze of sorts blew against the pages rippling them before flipping them towards the end of the book, where it stopped. On the page was some small writing, more contained and controlled that the earlier editions, in a sense it had a sort of grace to it, perfection really.

The reign of pacifist is over. Now begins the age of chaos.

A figure stepped from the shadows, dark boots thumping loudly in the marble floor. He stopped before the book and bent picking it up with pale fingers devoid of any real coloring but the pasty white, a sadistic smile slipping to his lips. "Peacecraft," he said in his dark nasal like voice, icy blue eyes casting off the slight red glow of hunger. "A meaningless name fit for meaningless people. May you rest in piece Milliardo Peacecraft, you are free of your ties now. You will no longer be meaningless." He tugged the book into his back pocket then turned walking away to be swallowed whole by the appending darkness.

TBC…

And yes ^^; that one was a bit weird ne? But that's not the point! Next part, we see what happens to Treize and Wufei then after that *blinks* We'll see just what happens to Heero and the two girls. *cackles* Muhahahahaha, and all that rot.