Of Vampires and of Neko-Jins:
Chapter Four:
Beta read by: dkAdeena
Author's notes: Thank-you for all of the reviews! I apologise for not updating sooner, but someone reported 'Ra what just happened' and I was banned for a while. Well, anyway, please R&R! Thank-you! Oh, yeah, and the rating of this one is going up to R just to make sure it doesn't get deleted. Please review!
"Hey Tro, you sleep alright? Tro? You in there? Hellooooooooooooooooooooooo, earth to neko! Trowa, you ok man?" Duo asked playfully, waving his hand in front of Trowa's distant, troubled gaze. Wufei, noticing Trowa's distant look decided to quickly remedy that, by pouring his glass of ice-cold water over Trowa's hair, several of the ice-cubes falling down the Neko-jin's top.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Hiiissssssssssssssssssss!" Trowa screeched, jumping from his chair, eyes narrowing at Wufei. "What was that for?!" He whined pathetically.
"Nothing, nothing" Wufei smiled, using his best 'who, me? I'm-just-an-innocent-little-kit-how-could-you-ever-think-otherwise?' wide-eyed look.
"Are you ok? Seriously, I've been trying to get your attention for the last ten minutes, Tro." Duo asked seriously, sitting with Wufei on his lap opposite Trowa.
A yawning Treize, stretching lazily, wandered in, mumbling a sleepy greeting, heading straight towards the espresso-machine/ coffee machine. Milliardo had learned a little too late that Nekos and caffeine did not mix. Well, not unless you liked your nekos extremely hyperactive and caffeine-addicted.
Milliardo entered a few minutes later, looking immaculate and refreshed, as usual, much to his bleary-eyed partner's disgust. He ignored the coffee, as usual, opting instead for Chinese green tea.
"It's nothing, I just... I've been having this weird dream lately...." Trowa sighed. Milliardo immediately straightened, on full alert, listening closely to what Trowa had to say.
"Tell me about it!" Milliardo spoke sharply.
Trowa, brow furrowing as he tried to recall his dream, spoke slowly and clearly, voice slightly distant.
"It was just like all my other dreams to start with, until....until he showed up. At least, I think it was a he.... HE was shrouded in shadows. I couldn't make his features out clearly, but.... He had short, platinum blond hair with long bangs and....his eyes... he had aqua-marine eyes...." Trowa became lost in thought, eyes distant again.
Milliardo's grip on his cup tightened, his face carefully schooled blank, his eyes frowning in worry, the slightest hint of fear, confusion, and anger visible in his ice blue eyes.
"Huh. That's strange. Me and Wu were talking earlier. We've both been having the same strange dream too. Not too different from yours, actually, Tro." Milliardo's eyes widened, head turning sharply to look at Duo.
"Well, both of our dreams' beginnings are different, but then... Then we both sorta...it's like we've merged dreams; we're both there, in our dream world, a black void-like place, holding hands, when...this guy appears." Duo paused, squeezing Wufei's hand.
"He...he's also hidden in darkness, but... he has messy, dark brown hair and... smouldering, glaring cobalt eyes..." Wufei finished, leaning his head against Duo's chest.
Milliardo's eyes narrowed, glaring. Yuy, Winner...but...how? They don't even know them; they've never met... You're being paranoid, Peacecraft! ....Better safe than sorry, though....
-Thousands of miles away, in the private rooms inside an underground club-
"Quatre." A cold voice called, its owner's glare intensifying as he was ignored.
"Quatre" He growled, warning him that it was his last chance to speak, before he sank his fangs into the pale, petite blonde's exposed neck.
"Hisssss! H-Heero!" Quatre hissed, arching up in a mixture of pleasure and pain, trousers now bulging, as his sire released him, lapping at the few drops of crimson red blood that were dribbling down the blonds' neck, before pulling back, glaring down and ignoring the boy's obvious erection.
"You ignored my call." Heero stated coldly, head tilted. "Why?"
"I apologise, sire, but, did you have to bite me?! I haven't fed in days!" The usually feared, fierce blond pouted slightly, before schooling his features to their usual passive, blank mask. "I-I, I have been...dreaming recently." He admitted quietly, causing Heero to raise an eyebrow.
"I-I have been dreaming of this black, void-like place...There's always this...this boy there. I don't know who or what he is though, and he refuses to answer me when I order him to. He has a brown tail with a green tip like a Were, yet his ears are more cat like, brown with green tips, than Were-like. He has strangely styled dark brown hair and vivid emerald green eyes... I cannot make anything else out about him...He refuses my orders. He is like no other I have met in centuries, and yet... I cannot banish him from my thoughts..." Quatre frustratedly admitted. "What does this mean, Heero? I thought our kind could not dream..."
"They can't...unless... I was once told, by a fellow ancient, that there are two ways for a vampire to dream. Three, really. The first is when a sorcerer or powerful mage has a grudge against you or has been hired to mess with a vampire. Second, when a vampire's death is approaching, vision-like dreams will plague his waking and non-waking hours, and the third... That when a vampire is soon to find their destined mate, the soul that they were intended to share their immortal non-life with. When this happens, they regain and awaken their hidden abilities, ones that they did not know that they possessed, or that had been lost to them..." Heero glared, looking down, as he continued. "I, too, have dreamt a similar dream to that which you have described, only, there were two of them in my dream. One with long, chestnut hair, a black and brown striped tail and ears and violet eyes, the other with shoulder length ebony hair, onyx eyes and a black tail and ears. In all of my 17000 years of walking these planes, I have never once seen anything like them..." Heero admitted.
"Do you think that it has anything to do with him? With Zechs?" Quatre asked, frowning.
"Yes. What do you say we go and meet our old friend ahead of schedule, hn?"
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