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 bad ass language, citrus, AU, Relena and Dorothy deaths (confirmed), a big ass castle

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

Comments: Just a bit of musing, now made story

Author's comments: *whistles* I ain't sure just yet how long it'll be, I think I'll actually try for eight pages for once. Wouldn't that be great? ^^; However that'd mean you've had to wait longer to get the tenth part buuuut it was worth the wait ne? Well here goes!

The Vampire Conspiracy 10

Trowa's eyes slid open, his body unable to move as he noticed the plant's long limbs were squeezing him tight. He was pulled back against a wall rough, a breath being exhaled sharply at the harsh contact as he felt the vines slithering across the clothes of his body, wrapping across him securely, making it where he was unable to move. More crawled across his face muffling any sounds he probably had planned to produce, it became harder to breath as he struggled against the beast, his body slowing down, moving sluggishly. Was this really a way to die, trapped like a fly?

Suddenly, he heard the roar of the beast, the vines that were around him pulling back swiftly dropping him to the ground. He coughed slightly holding on to his throat and moving to his knees, his eyes focusing on a figure stand some ways away. He squinted his eyes looking at the outline of the figured, recognition flashing over his face. "Heero?" Just as he said that, the vines regained their control whipping out towards the boy standing there. "Heero, run!" Trowa yelled out, knowing he'd never make it to Heero in time with the little strength he was regaining.


Heero looked up as the vines were coming towards him, a slight grunt coming as he threw another rock at them to try and push them back. The vines moved around the rock reaching out towards him, almost upon him. Heero closed his eyes knowing he wouldn't get away from this one, but opened it again after a while when nothing happened. He stared at a vine frozen before him, feeling like he was in slow motion as the vine was deflected back against some unknown force, the other vines doing the same. His eyes widened in confusion, the vines again trying to coming after him only to once again be repelled. What was going on? Was this the work of that vampire?

The vines, giving up in their attempt to get at Heero, turned their attention towards Trowa, moving swiftly where the boy was just now pushing up to his feet.

"Trowa, move! Get out of the way, they're coming! Trowa!" Heero yelled out watching as the vines drew closer wrapping around the boy again and starting to squeeze the life out of him once more, deep points digging into the skin, points Heero hadn't noticed before. "Trowa!" Heero yelled out again, his eyes flashing in anger as he watched his friend being drained almost of his life. Heero could feel a strange sensation burning inside him, his eyes lowering down to a glare. He felt an out of body experience, watching as his body lifted a hand up, slowly, smoothly, and unconsciously, watching as a blast of bright light shot forth towards the vines, disintegrating and turning them to dust with the one blow. Trowa was once again dropped to the ground, just barely alive from what Heero could tell.

Heero was drawn back into his body as he dropped down to his knees, his forehead glowing slightly with little particles of sweat, his body shaking and his eyes wide with his shock and confusion, small pants slipping from his opened lips. What was that? What the…that wasn't him. Maybe it was from that thing the vampire gave him. He remembered being pushed through the hole and waking up later in this place, not too far from where the vines were housed, down underneath the castle in something of a sewer system. He remembered opening his hand and looking down to see a cross and a map of the interior of the castle.

Heero shook his head of these thoughts returning them to his injured friend as he crawled slowly over to where he was and dropped down beside him, reaching out a hand to shake him. "Trowa?"

Trowa winced slightly managing to sit up, the wounds that should have been on his body either gone, or disappearing before their eyes. "Heero?" He blinked over at Heero then down at his body. "What...just happened?"

Heero grunted turning his eyes over towards the wall, there the vines used to covered over and grow in unimaginable vastness. "I……don't know." He stood up reaching out a hand and helping Trowa up before he pulled out the map and unfolded it looking it over. "But we're going to head here now."

"Where'd you find that?" Trowa walked over looking down at the map. "Where are the others?"

"The others are still somewhere in the castle." Heero glanced over at him then back down at the paper. He really couldn't just downright tell him that one of the vampires was helping him. He barely believed it himself. "Don't worry about where I found this." He stayed quiet for a second before pointing to a spot on the map. "We're going to head here." The spot on the map showed a little symbol of a sword.

"To get weapons…." Trowa nodded his head. "I understand. We should look for the others while we're headed there."

"Yeah. Understood." Heero folded the map back up and tucked it into the back of his pants walking off down the darkened tunnels, Trowa following beside him.

Wufei rolled and dove as another arrow shot out of the walls. He grumbled slightly standing and brushing himself off long off having discarded his clothes for something more traditional. He looked back at Treize who had opted to stand watch while he went about the task of claiming the swords sitting overhead of the throne in the throne room. Really those metal armors of the suits standing along the walls weren't giving much comfort. And why not take those swords? And just why did HE have to be the one to get the sword. He recalled Treize words to him when they'd first seen the sword.

We just have to get that sword, the other swords will probably to be weak to do anything. In the day of kings a sword above the throne was considered the strongest one of all, fit for a king and able to protect his nation.

He growled slightly under his breath muttering a few unjust words as he climbed up on the throne seat and stood up coming face to face with the sword. "You better be worth the trouble I had to go through to get you," he said quietly reaching out to take the sword down. He grunted slightly at how lightweight the sword felt in his hand…that wasn't comforting. He heard a sound back behind him, metal rattling loudly. He glanced back seeing the metal knights starting to move walking towards the throne. Great…more inanimate objects standing and walking…was this is day or what? "Treize!" He tossed the sword to the slightly older man, growling under his breath as the metal knights got closer.

Treize caught the sword, a little grin sliding to his face, almost smug as he swung the sword out knocking a few heads from the walking metal tin cans. Wufei looked over at him, lifting an eyebrow before he grunted and kicked out at one of the knights. As the knight swung at him, he jumped over the blade then bright down his elbow to land squarely on top of the metal head. "Treize, we need to get out, now!" Another growl slipped from his lips as he kicked a knight hard watching it fell back against the floor and went skidding.

Treize nodded to this, slashing up two more of the knights as he made his way to the throne. Wufei kicked at another, knocking the arm off, blinking then smiling as he grabbed the arm flying up and used it, slamming it down on the knights surrounding the throne. Wufei looked over at Treize in the middle of destroying the knights…ok so for once, maybe he knew what he was talking about with that sword. He watched as the sword zipped through the air, cutting apart the knights with ease, even in its thinness.

After a while, the knights lay in pieces on the floor, still and oddly foreboding still. Wufei shuddered at that, it wasn't the most comforting thing to think about really, at least not in a place like this…actually not ever. Wufei tossed down the knight arm he'd been using and hopped down from the throne, bending down to pick up a sword. Even if it could be weak, it was better than nothing. He looked up at Treize, lifting a brow as he watched him swinging the sword around, in a sense looking like some hero out of folktale trying to right against the enemy…or really a big ass foolish kid.

"Treize, will you quit with that nonsense?" Treize glanced back at him, giving him that well…inferno smile of his, that one that said no matter what you think, you know I'm cute smile. Wufei shivered rubbing at his arms and glanced around. "Now where do we go?"

"If I'm right," Treize said resting the blade of the sword up against one shoulder, "our host will be coming for us." He looked over at Wufei with a frown. "Meaning we have to be prepared."

"Great. Let's just get out of here before–" He stopped talking as he heard footsteps coming closer, his eyes narrowing as he watched the darkness from the door they'd entered.

Treize turned towards the door backing up to stand beside Wufei in defense, his brow furrowing. "It appears he's come early." Zechs stepped out of the darkness, a grin on his face as he stood watching them. Now…it begins!

Heero stumbled slightly as they walked up the steps making their way to the second floor, where this all started. He glanced down at the map making out what he could of the thing. It was just a little further to the weapon room. Then they'd be armed and ready to find the others. He continued up the steps, wincing inwardly at the sound of the steps creaking. They were old…he could only hope they didn't cave in on him.

He paused as he heard a sound, something growling back the way they came, and turned looking at Trowa who was looking at him with that same curious, anxious look. "Tell me that was your stomach, Trowa."

"I don't think my stomach growls that loudly." They jumped slightly as they heard the sound again, closer now and looked down at the base of the stairs seeing four female lions walking back and forth before the steps, growling low. Two of the lions started slowly on the way up the steps, moving towards them. "….That's not a good sign."

"You've worked in the circus before…can't you calm them?" Heero edged backwards slightly down the hallway, his eyes focused on the lions.

Trowa followed his example, swallowing some as he kept his eyes on the lions as well. "Lions in captivity are different from lions in the wild…besides, these ones belong to the vampires."
"Yeah." They turned and started running as the lions bounded up the steps after them. Trowa tried delaying them, knocking things over as they ran by, none slowing the lions at all.

"We need to find a room!" Trowa yelled up ahead to Heero, feeling the lions on his heels, only being saved by the fact that the lions were fighting with each other as much as with trying to get to them.

Heero nodded looking for doors that were open so there would be no problem up stopping and found one to the side of them, quickly ducking inside, pulling Trowa behind him who kicked the door shut quickly, both of them falling to the floor. The lions ran into the door, growing and scratching at it, trying to get to them. The two boys lay on the floor panting tiredly and sweating, staring at the door and at the lions' paws sliding under the door trying to get to them. Luckily for them, the door was pretty strong.

Heero looked back behind him, looking around the room, at what appeared to be a study. There were two statues in the room, one an angel, one that for some reason just seemed to fit in with this place. Another was a gargoyle, an ugly beast with a muzzled that looked ready to kill. His eyes flowed around the room then froze on the body of a girl, his eyes widening. "Re….lena?"

"Hm?" Trowa looked over then froze. "Is that…?"

Heero didn't quite hear him as he crawled over to the girl, kneeling down beside her and looking down at her, only to be stared back at by sightless eyes. "They…didn't…did they?"

Trowa crawled over to, resting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "It looks like they killed her."

Heero frowned slightly, his thoughts going back to the vampire out in the garden. Just because they can't express themselves, don't mean they don't feel just like humans. All creatures no matter what they are, they have to eat. It's called the cycle of life. "I hate bloodsuckers."

"Nice to know we're loved." Both Heero and Trowa looked up quickly as a figure stepped out before them.

"You…" Heero said narrowing his eyes.

"Hai," Duo grinned reaching up and pushing his bangs out of his eyes lips still stained slightly of the blood. "Looks like you're not finding your well very well are ya?"

"You killed her." Heero's eye twitched slightly, he may not have been close to Relena, but for her to be killed…like this?

"Yeah…so what if I did? It's not like she was your lover or anything…now was she?" The vampire turned walking back across the room, stopping once more in front of the gargoyle and petting it slightly, watching it rub against his head. "He brought her to me. Her and the other one. If you have a quarrel with who I feed from, take it out on him." The gargoyle growled slightly walking over towards Heero and Trowa, circling them but keeping its eyes on them.

"You didn't have to…not her. You could have gotten another one."

"But I didn't want another one," Duo smiled as his pet returned to his side, reaching down and patting it on the head, rubbing behind an ear. "I wanted that one." He gestured towards the girl on the floor. "Think of it as a way of knocking off obstacles that stand in my way?"

"Obstacles?"

"Yes," Duo leaned back against the wall looking towards them still. "I said you were mines. And apparently Quatre is very fond with that one." He pointed towards Trowa, who's eyes widened.

"What…does he want with me?" Trowa said quietly.
"Why don't you ask him? He's on his way here and…" Duo frowned slightly. "Interesting…I sense fear on him…." Suddenly Quatre pushed the door open letting it slam up against the wall, his eyes wide and his chest heaving has he panted, taking in air as he could. He ran inside moving quickly over to Duo, ignoring the two boys on the floor, or the body beside them, even the gargoyle as he stopped in front of Duo.

"We have trouble!" He said, licking at his lips nervously, a look of panic flashing through his eyes. "Romefeller's here!"
"What?!" Duo snarled pushing Quatre out of the way slightly as he started forward then turned around heading back to the wall, pacing. "You know why they're here don't you? Man, this sucks! We can't let them find him! Any of them! Grrr…. We're going to have to hide them somehow."

"Should I tell Zechs?" Quatre licked his lips again, just now noticing Trowa sitting down beside the girl. This wasn't a good sign.

"No…he should know by now, he has the closet ties to Romefeller. We have to hid them…..but where?" He paused then looked over at Quatre. "Q! Give the pointy banged one something of yours!"

"What? But why?" Quatre blinked in confusion, reaching down and undoing his belt and walking over handing it to Trowa.

"Because I have a plan."

"Well, well. Has someone found something to fight with?" Zechs grinned flicking his whip to the side of him, listening to it snap sharply with a satisfied pleasurable grin.
"They're called swords if you don't know the term," Wufei said sarcastically, his eyes still focused on the vampire, sword held up to fend for himself, though with the vampire's speed….

"Heh," Zechs grinned at the boy. "Such a smart mouth for one who is about to die."

"At least I'll die honorably." Wufei watched as the vampire took a step towards them then hesitated before stopping.

"Romefeller…" Zechs growled under his breath, baring his teeth before he looked back at the two boys. "You're off the hook for now." He turned running off disappearing into the darkness leaving to two males standing there staring after in confusion.

"Did he just…run away?" Wufei said glancing over at Treize.

"It appears so."

"Interesting…"

"Ah, Duo Maxwell," Duke Dermail, leader of Romefeller, said as he stepped into the room, smiling. Heero watched from his hiding place, noting the glare in his vampire's eyes. He frowned slightly…why was he noting him as his now? He looked down at Trowa noticing how intensely he watched the others, or really the vampire he was apparently taken with. Heero shook his head, wondering in the back of his mind how Treize and Wufei were doing before he turned his action back to the vampires. Like it or not, he was actually rooting for Duo.

Duo continued to glare at the obviously older man, a little smirk sliding to his lips. "Dermail." Duo leaned back against the trunk of the chest both Heero and Trowa had managed to be stuffed inside. There were holes to breath from, and luckily also to see from. "So what gives us the pleasure of your visit?" The grin said on his face. "Also I see you managed to escape a few of out pets this time?"

Dermail laughed slightly at this. "Yes, I've managed find a way to…control your pets." Dermail's eyes flicked over towards Quatre, just giving acknowledgement before he looked back at Duo. "Now…where is the boy?"

"Hm? Boy? What boy? You know how many boys there are in this world?" Duo pushed up from the chest and walked around, towards where the body of Relena once was. Before Romefeller had even entered the castle, Duo and Quatre had hidden the body, not that it'd matter much really.

"Don't play games with me, Duo. I am not in the mood for your tyranny acts. You may be rebellious, but you are still MINES to control and to do with as I wish." Something of a sadist smile spread across Dermail's face as he spoke the words.

"And soooo…you think you can control me…but really you have absolutely no control over me, or else you wouldn't have had to come all the way out here now would you?" Duo grinned his own sadist smile, eyes shining in defiance, darker now with his anger. "Seems to me, you lack control, and really, have lost control over you little lapdog grown boy."

"You should be lucky I haven't already killed you! Now, tell me where the boy is!"

"I won't!" Heero glared at Dermail as he stepped forward towards Duo taking a hand and smacking it harshly over Duo's face, only to follow it up by bringing a fist into his stomach, making the boy fall over holding his stomach in pain and gasping to catch his breath.

"Now, you will tell me. Or do I have to break you more before your fellow vampire." Dermail held up a glove-covered hand, smirking with evil intent.

Duo's eyes widened before he narrowed them standing shakingly to his feet. He glanced over at Quatre, who stood looking at the ground sadly, literally blocked by Dermail's personal body guards and powerless to stop him. "I don't care what you do to me, you won't find him. He'll kill you before you even THINK you have a chance."

"Poor boy," Dermail said taking a hand slide it over the side of Duo's face in a soft caress. "You really never did have a chance. You see, I knew you would try to betray me. But with that boy in my hands, I will be able to take full control over the nations around the world. Now…." Dermail reached down removing his glove from his hand, Duo's eyes following the action intently as he swallowed. Dermail grinned and reached up wrapping the hand around Duo's throat.

Duo yelped yelling out as he saw the smoke, feeling the skin around his neck being burnt through, slowly melted away. Dermail took the hand away, having pinned Duo's body back against the wall, and grinned at the boy. "Now," he said looking at the damage, the large ring he left around Duo's neck of his hand print. Quatre winced looking away again. Heero growled slightly, noting even the gargoyle was angry about this.

"Soon you won't be able to talk…where is he?"

Duo coughed slightly, a thin trail of blood sliding down the side of his mouth. "Go to…" he coughed as he spoke, voice sounding raspy and strained. "hell."

"Why should I, when soon I will own hell." Dermail slid a hand underneath Duo's shirt sliding it over the skin of his stomach leaving a long trail to slide up the center of his body to his heart, where Dermail placed the hand down flat and pushed. He grinned in satisfaction at the yelling, knowing that if he kept the hand there longer, he would burnt through to the heart, then he would burn that away to. Unlike the other vampires, he was different. He had power of both the gods of heaven and of hell. See, he was gifted with the hand of a mortal, and not just any mortal, but a holy mortal. He could hurt any demon he wanted to hurt. He now, was a god.

"Duo!" Quatre yelled out, struggling to get to him. "Let me go! It's not right!" He grunted as he was punched in the stomach and looked at the man that'd punched him in shock before slumping forward in the floor passing out.

Heero growled again, watching the pained expression over his vampire's face, his hands clenching shut as he tried to control his anger. Why was he getting mad? It's not like he…liked the vampire all that much? So…why was he getting mad?! He closed his eyes, his body trembling with anger as he continued to hear the yelling, growing feebler now. He felt a power coursing through him casting around him and through his body, in his blood. He heard his heart beat roughly in his ears, something akin to calm coming over him.

"H-Heero…" Duo said before he slumped down, eyes closing as he went still.

Heero's eyes shot open as he heard this, a blue aura glowing brightly around him as he pushed open the trunk and stood up looking towards Duo with wide eyes. "No…." He stared towards the quiet unmoving body, the skin smooth but pale, but then it'd always been pale. He noticed the hand print around Duo's neck, seeming just standing out more to be fingerprints, Dermail's fingerprints. Dermail had touched his vampire. Even with the shirt down over his chest, Heero knew there were marks on the skin there, and chances are a small hole over the area the heart was. A normal person would be dead from that…but Duo wasn't normal…maybe he…survived somehow. No matter that he looked so innocent now…that he was still…unmoving…looked like he was dead, didn't even appear to be breathing…had blood coming from his mouth, from his nose, from his ears, had blood soaked through his shirt…had blood sliding down from closed eyelids. God, there was so much blood.

But no one else's blood…it was all…Duo's blood now. All flowing out…from his…vampire. Heero growled low in his throat, his eyes being covered over by his bangs as his hands clenched at his sides. He could feel it now, that power, the one he'd experienced before down in the basement of the castle. It was warm, a burning sensation that felt comforting to him, familiar really. He could feel it flowing through him, fighting against him to let it out, his senses being blocked so that he noticed no one else in the room but himself, Duo, and Dermail, the murdered of the vampire. Then, he yelled out, tilting his head back and howling out his angst as a white light overcame him.

TBC….

*blinks* Dun ask…eh…I wonder if I made him a bit ooc there? ^^; So do you like the longer versions that take longer, or the short choppy ones that only take about a good….eh….two days to a week depending on when I get the time? *blinks* I like this story more and more. Maaaaybe when I'm done with this one I'll put up another, ne? Review me!^^V