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: *appears dressed as tuxedo mask* Muhahahaha! And now the part you've been waiting for *blinks* I think. *bows* Part 11!! ^^ Or wait *blinks* Wrong series, I don't do SM ^^; silly me *rips off the costume and is dressed like Duo, and slides on a pair of shades* Heh. Let 'er rip!….yes yes and sorry this took so long to come out. Even I didn't know where to go after that last chapter. Oi!

The Vampire Conspiracy 11

Trowa had watched the whole exchange between Dermail and Duo from inside the chest, his body covered in the scent of Quatre the vampire in hopes of blocking it from Dermail. For some reason, instead of fearing or hating the vampire, Trowa found he was starting to like him in some way. So when he saw Dermail's goons punch Quatre, he was in the least bit happy. But he knew he had to stay calm, especially to the safety of both him and Heero. And then…it happened.

Duo was struck down easily by the hand of Dermail, literally. Dermail's hand had slid underneath Duo's shirt and punctured a hole into his chest, right over his heart. And, if he was right, part of his heart had been burned away as well, living it to the rest of them to believe he was dead. He had to be dead, there was no other way anyone, not even a vampire, could survive that. He stared at the body in a slight mixture of shock and regret, his mouth a straight line of silence. There was nothing to be done.

He glanced over at Heero, expecting him to be happy for the fact that the vampire who'd been after his blood and life for so long to be dead, then lifted a brow slightly in surprise. Even in the darkness of the chest, Trowa could tell Heero was fuming. He was almost certain he could ear a low growl from him, barely contained. At that moment, Heero stood up, the chest flying open to reveal them to their prey, and to the slightly lighter room from the candles hanging around. And then…Heero's body started to glow.

It was weird, almost surreal, no…it was surreal. Heero had been his friend all through high school, and sure, he wasn't really all that normal, being that he'd survived a few unusual circumstances, but...wait…he'd seen this before. This glow…down below the castle in the dark residence there. It was when he'd been capture…the scene replaying in his mind now….

"Trowa, move! Get out of the way, they're coming! Trowa!"

Heero had yelled, trying to warn him…but still, he was too weak to respond fast enough.

"Trowa!"

He remembered trying to breath, and seeing stars from the dizziness and lack of air, pain gliding through his body as his ribs were being crushed. His eyes had been drawn to the light, in time to see it fly from Heero's hand and hit into the vines, completely annihilating them in an explosion of light. Then he remembered his body, how all the pain had went away. At first he thought he was dead…then he'd heard Heero's voice again and felt the shake to his shoulder, an almost urgent shake.

"Trowa?"

When he'd opened his eyes…his body…had no marks where there should have been some, even if the spikes hadn't dug into his skin, the vines wrapping around him should have left…something. Heero had done something, that light…had done something.

Trowa watched in awe as the glow around Heero's body intensified…was it a gift…or was it a curse? It healed as easily as it destroyed. Trowa's eyes flickered over to Quatre's body on the floor worriedly…he didn't want him to be hurt…but maybe since he's knocked out…they won't pay him any attention. His attention turned back to his friend and the vampire he was glaring at. The staring contest had gone on a long time now, with Heero giving a glare of death, and Dermail giving a morbid grin.

"So our special boy really does exist," Dermail finally spoke as he eyed Heero a second, his attention completely focused on him. "The one with the power."

Heero just stood there glaring, his body tense with his need to destroy something. He tilted his head down a bit, seemingly glancing towards Duo's dead body, of course it was hard to tell with his bangs hovering over his eyes hiding them. The room was quiet as Heero visibly turned his head in Duo's direction, staring a bit before he looked down at Trowa. "Trowa…" he said quietly.

Trowa looked up at him, a little confused by the blank look in Heero's eyes…he was used to the hard, confident stare but now…he seemed…frailer yet stronger at the same time. "Yeah, Heero?" he answered just as quietly feeling as though if he spoke louder he'd disturb some hidden force in the air.

"Take Quatre and get out of here."

Trowa blinked in consternation. No, he couldn't just leave Heero here alone…they all had to make it out of this alive. He didn't know why he thought that…it just seemed appropriate. "Heero, I can't just–"

"Trowa…just do it. They won't harm you." A desperate looked flashed in Heero's eyes there for only a brief moment before it vanished back into the calmness again.

Trowa stared back quiet, almost daring to go against it before he gave in giving the slightest of nods. There was no fighting this. Trowa climbed out of the trunk, trusting Heero's judgement, and started over towards where Quatre's body was still collapsed on the ground.

Dermail frowned slightly at this before he gave a little sarcastic chuckle. "Do you really think I'm going to just let him walk out of here so easily?" He snapped his fingers, his three goons moving to block Trowa's way. Trowa frowned and crouched down into a fighter stance, prepared to fight his way through if he had too, ignoring the way they were laughing. This…wasn't going to be pretty.

As the men started to advance towards him, Heero spoke, his one word causing them to stop. "…..Yes." One of the goons looked towards him then sneer continuing to advance towards Trowa. He fell back suddenly with a yip of pain and looked down at his chest. A small knife shaped light protruded from his chest, right over his heart. He looked at it in shocked before a horrendous roar slipped from his lips, his body shifting out of proportion then falling away, turning into a pile of dust on the floor. The other two males looked towards Heero in shock then panicked turning to escape. They weren't quick enough as two daggers each imbedded themselves into their backs, their bodies also being turned into a pile of dust on the floor.

Heero's eyes turned to Dermail's bewildered face, his eyes once more set in a glare. "Do you object, Dermail?"

Dermail frowned then flicked a hand towards Trowa in a dismissive action. "I don't care what he does, my quarrel is not with him. It is you I am after."

Heero nodded to this before turning his eyes to Trowa. "Go." He said sternly. Trowa looked at him, thanking him silently.

"Come out of this alive, Heero," he said softly as he kneeled down by Quatre. He picked the boy up, smiling down at his soft features then moved towards the door, only glancing back once to look at his friend before he disappeared out the door into the darkened hallway.

Wufei cast his eyes around the prison area, a frown to his lips as he took in a number of bones littered about the place. This must have been one of the feeding grounds…that or where they put the bodies once they were done with them. He scowled slightly and continued walking looking into a number of cells then glancing around in search of Treize. Again, Wufei had been sent to check things out first before Treize considered even stepping foot inside the place saying only that he'd "stay and guard the door just incase someone happened by." Glancing back now, Wufei actually did see Treize exactly where he'd left him…by the door. He heard his stomach growl and rested a hand over it looking down.

It'd been two…maybe three days from what his internal watch said. They hadn't eaten in that time…the food was well…not appetizing at all or pleasing in the least from the kitchen, and chances were…it wasn't edible at all. Wufei made a face just thinking about what he'd seen in that pot. That…that could make him lose his appetite for months. He shook his head of the wandering thoughts and instead turned his attention to the matter of prisoner cells. They had stumbled on this place after their little encounter with the vampire that had sudden intriguing wants for the two of them. They had at first planned to skip the prison, but a question had popped to Wufei's mind. What if the others were caught and held there? His sense of honor wouldn't allow him to leave his friends abandoned and at the hands of the bloodsucking monsters plaguing the castle. Treize had agreed fully with him…joy. However, in agreeing with him, Treize had also some how found his way to being in charge and 'suggesting' that Wufei check out at least ten prison cells before he pass the job on to him. When he asked why they had to go about it such a way, Treize only answered, 'if we're in the same spot…then no one can escape."

To tell the truth…that still didn't make any sense! If the dark beast wanted them, he could easily get them through force, speed, and fighting skills. He knew the only reason he had gotten convinced was because he trusted Treize's intellect. It wasn't because he had suave words and good looks, no not at all. No one in their right mind would fall for him. He slowed as he looked down seeing a trail of blood. Sure, there was lots of blood on the ground…but this one was still fresh…meaning it hadn't dried yet. He followed the blood with his eyes seeing it veer off into a room two doors down and on the right. He stayed quiet as he looked not wanting to alert any beast inside that might be eating. It was times like this that Wufei wished he still had his gun from the force.

Yes, Wufei was once a police officer, one of the best too. However…there were no true challenges to being an officer of the law…not to mention how many of them were crooked. Wufei took a step forward, a crunching sound reaching his ears as his foot came down on the rocky floor again. He blinked slightly in surprise and looked down lifting up his foot. Underneath was a squashed worm just slightly alive. Wufei frowned at it. Something that was alive? In a place like this? He shook his head glancing back towards Treize who lifted a questioning brow in returning. Sighing and hardening his eyes, Wufei start again, moving up to the cell and standing before the opened door. He looked down letting his eyes follow the trail of blood into the cell itself. What he saw happening froze him in the spot.

There were thousands of those little maggot-like worms! The little creatures wiggled on the ground, a few in the trail of blood. They led from the trail into the darkness of the cell, the movements visible from even Wufei's point of view. He froze in shock as he was able to notice what was happening. A body laid there on the ground, the maggot like beast crawling all over it, covered in blood though any more details of the body were blocked away by darkness. Wufei turned around then waving a hand and summoning Treize to him waiting until the older man was close before he pointed into the sell.

"You don't think…?" Wufei started, his mind trying to swallow the possibility that the body was one of their friends. The stench was almost unbearable with the mixture of rotted skin and blood.

Treize peered into the room over Wufei's shoulder, his face twisting up at the smell and the sight before he rested a hand on Wufei's shoulder guiding him inside. "There is…regrettably…only one way to find out." Staying behind him, he pushed Wufei a little more towards the body standing by and looking down at all the worms like creatures moving around on the ground, going around his foot only following the trail of blood. "I thought maggots only ate decaying things…yet these seem to have only a taste for blood." Treize leaned down inspecting the creatures further.

Wufei sighed slightly cracking his knuckles as he kneeled down beside the body and placing a hand to it with a shiver. He held his breath for a moment and closed his eyes praying silently that it wasn't one of their friends as he flipped the body onto its back. Upon opening his eyes, he yelped and quickly jumped back sliding himself along the floor till his back hit against the wall. It…it couldn't be! What the hell?! "Dorothy! What…how?!"

"The vampire," Treize said, sounding like this didn't at all effect him though the shaky tone in his voice belied it. "They drained her of her spirit and blood." Treize closed his eyes shaking his head as he closed the sightless eyes then stood to his feet.

"But…." Wufei kept his mouth shut, feeling very sick now. He hadn't been expecting well…this of all things. It was true he wasn't at all in the least fond of Dorothy, but to have to die like this? "Let's…get out of here. We can just check the rest of the cells." Wufei stood up then brushing himself off shakily trying not to look like a nervous wreck. Would he look like that once he was drained?

"You're right…who knows what others we'll find in here." Treize turned walking out of the room, never giving a backward glance to the body. Wufei on the other hand, couldn't help glancing over seeing those maggot-like worms crawling over the skin and digging their way inside to disappear into the rotting flesh. Shuddering, Wufei quickly ran out after Treize. Something told him that if he didn't leave now he'd be sick to his stomach.

"Do you think the others are somewhere…down here?" He hoped not. Trowa and Heero were two of his best friends he had to admit.

"I can't be too sure," Treize said glancing over his shoulder at Wufei.

"Well I hope not…I hate vampi-oof!" Wufei ran into Treize cussing under is breath as he rubbed at his nose. "Why'd you stop?!" Treize didn't even acknowledge him, his wide eyes glued to something somewhere back behind Wufei. Wait...behind him? Wincing mentally knowing he would regret it, Wufei turned around slowly trying to anticipate what to expect. If that vampire or those stupid tin cans were there, he was going to kick someone's ass! "Look, I'm sick and tired of your ridiculous–" Wufei froze, his own eyes widening. He had expected to come eye to eye...or maybe chest to eye, to the vampire Zechs. Instead…. "Dorothy?"

The girl stood there, her sightless eyes staring towards them, no recognition in them. The skins of her arm drooped in a nasty way threatening to spill onto the floor, the bone already becoming visible under the blackened skin. Tiny maggots crawled around her skin, sucking into it and burrowing themselves deep inside but she seemed to pay it no mind. More maggots fell onto the floor only to crawl to her feet to once more enter her. In all honesty, this was all just really really sick.

"She's…not Dorothy," Treize said quietly taking a step back. "Dorothy's dead."

"Then what the hell is she?" Wufei said following his example.

"An undead soul." With that said, they both turned taking off down the hallway.

TBC…

Cliffhangers, cliffhangers!! ^^ I gotta love it! Sorry it took so long for me to put up the next part Oi I got lazy, not to mention working on four stories at once. ^^ Check out my latest one in fiction press! It's called Guardians of the Angel though it's not all that interesting at the moment. Oi, I'll try to write more as soon as I can. Blame it on college the slave drivers. And for those that are looking for the next Spellcaster, I'll try to finish that up soon. And for those that are looking for Weiss *blinks* That one will be a hell of a lot better than the second part. ^^ And of course, the next part to this little story. Heero battle! Is Duo dead? Is he Alive? Where the hell are Tro and Q? ^^ Probably making out knowing them. *clears throat* Zechs? Who the hell knows. And how are Treize and Wufei gonna get out of this mess? A lot of praying. ^^