Disclaimer: We all know I don't own 'em
Note 1: I am experiencing a writer's worst enemy, the evil and dreaded... Writer's Block! Don't worry there's still quite a few chapters for me to post, but there might be a bit of a lag in a few weeks. I'm having trouble tying the story up.
Note 2: I think I may change the rating of this story PG-13 to R, tell me what you think!
Extra Chapter warnings: Angst, Heero-torture (and so it begins)
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Chapter Seven: Predator or Prey?
Heero silently prowled the dark streets looking for adequate pray. He saw a thug leaning leisurely against a wall with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Heero sneered at the allowance of the murderous addiction and continued on his way. No use in drinking tainted blood. When he was less then two metres from the thug he heard the footsteps behind him and glanced out of the corner of his eye, turning his head just slightly. The thug was behind him, rape was probably the intention. Heero had been the victim of many attempted rapes, one of the things that comes with walking the streets at the dead of night. But luckily for the vampire prince none of the would be rapists lived long enough.
Heero quickened his steps for show and an attempt to make the thug give up, just because no one has ever actually got that far does not mean Heero wanted this one to try. Luck apparently was not on his side for he felt a hand clamp down on his slim shoulder. Heero bent his wrist slightly upwards casing a knife to slide neatly and safely into his hand.
"Where ya goin' Sweetheart." the thug asked behind him, "Wanna have some fun?"
"No, not particularly." Heero said evenly.
"So we have a Smartass on our hands." the thug said. Heero didn't answer but his hand tightened around the hilt of the knife. After a few minutes of just standing with the thug's hand still on his shoulder, Heero sighed in agitation.
"If you do not let go and leave, I am going to kill you." Heero stated matter-of-factly. Heero then spun around with the knife held up as the thug's other hand crept near the vicinity of his nether regions and plunged the knife into the man's chest giving it a full 360° turn and pulled it out roughly, leaving the thug to bleed to death. Heero looked down at his knife and wiped it off, then turned back around and scoured the streets. He saw an elderly man well into his eighties sitting alone. Heero felt sorry for the man and walked over to him.
"Excuse me Sir, I have a question for you." Heero said. The man looked up with haunted grey eyes.
"W...would you like t...to die? I mean truly?" Heero asked.
"Yes, yes I believe I do. There is nothing left for me, I have been... deserted." the man replied.
"I can make it happen Sir. If you want me to." Heero offered. The man seemed to brighten at that.
"Thank-you." the old man said. Heero sighed and placed two fingers on the man's forehead. The prince's silver eyes flashed briefly and the elderly man slumped over where he sat. Heero took what he needed and checked the man's pulse. Dead. Heero sighed again and lay the man down on the bench, old frail arms crossed over his chest, a serene smile on his wrinkled face. The prince turned and walked slowly back home, hands in pockets, head bowed. He hated when they died.
The Vampire prince entered his chambers and threw himself face down on his bed. He buried his face in arms crossed on the pillow and let out a long shuttering breath, squinting his eyes shut. He clenched his hands taking fistfuls of the blanket. Scaring visions flew through his mind of pervious killings, some merciful to the victim, others flat out brutal. The teenager bit his lip hard, sharp fangs puncturing the soft skin causing a small dribble of blood to soak into the violet sheets.
Heero heard the door creak open and reached down to pull a knife out of his ankle sheath and posed to throw it. He dropped the knife at noticing Duo. The prince hurriedly rubbed the blood from his lip.
"Little jumpy, zo Heero?" Duo asked with a grin.
"Hn." Heero replied, turning and busying himself with cleaning the spotless blade. Averting his gaze intentionally.
"So Hee-chan, when we going back to the safe house?" Duo asked nonchalantly as he walked over and lay down on the bed. Deliberately putting his face below Heero's down turned face. Heero's eyes shifted, then he turned and placed the knife on the bedside table, picking up a black book and a pen.
"Whenever you and the others want to Duo. I believe we have been here long enough." Heero replied not looking up.
"Heero," Duo began in a tone of voice that made the perfect soldier tense, "why are you avoiding my gaze?"
"I..I'm not Duo." Heero started hesitantly.
"Really. Then why are you writing 'don't look up, don't look up' over and over in your notebook?" Duo whispered in the other boys ear.
"Kuso." Heero hissed snapping the book closed. The vampire stood up and walked over to the window.
"Heero, please talk to me." Duo gently requested, laying a loving hand on Heero's shoulder.
"It's nothing okay? Just vampire stuff." Heero answered quietly. Heero removed the braided boy's hand from his shoulder, holding it a little longer before letting go and walking almost sluggishly to the door.
"Heero...?"
"I'm going to go find the others and we'll go." Heero told his koi as he paused briefly hand resting on the door knob before exiting without another word.
"But Heero." Duo sighed and sat heavily down on the king sized bed throwing one hand over his amethyst orbs as he lay back, "What's wrong Heero." The teen asked the empty room. He had caught that haunted look in the other pilot's eyes in the window reflection. The look Heero often displayed during or thinking about the war. But was the war really the cause of the pain? Or was it Heero's completely separate life that Duo had found out about two days prior. Just forty-eight hours earlier Duo had thought of Heero as just another one of them. A teenage pilot scorned by the war they were forced to take place in. Two thousand eight hundred and eighty minutes before. Duo had thought of Heero as just another slightly odd teen. But all that was before and this is now. Now Heero was a Supernatural Prince fighting a loose/loose battle with another supernatural force. And there was something wrong.
"'Vampire Stuff'," Duo scoffed, "Hn. Damnit Heero!" Duo cried to the empty room as he jumped up. Duo kicked the thick bedpost in frustration.
"Shit." he hissed in pain, "Tell me damnit! I love you for God's Sake!"
A gentle voice broke threw, "Duo?" Duo head snapped up to see the small thirteen year old.
"Hey Solo." Duo forced a smile.
"Don't pull that fake shit with me Kid. I heard ya rantin' from the hall. Whatsa matter?" Solo asked walking into the room.
"Guess I can't hide nothin' from you." Duo sighed.
"Nope." Solo said in firm agreement, "No can do Kid. So tell me what's up."
"It's Heero." Duo answered.
"Ah." Solo nodded in understanding, "I saw him comin' out. He had the haunted look again."
"You notice too?" Duo stated more then inquired.
"Yeah, he's my friend, no, more then that, brother?" Solo said with a small shrug, "But Duo, try not to worry. Heero holds a lot of guilt for being the way he is. Sometimes he doesn't have a choice over who he...ah...feeds on. After a 'hunt' all of his other victims come back and haunt him or something. He'll be back to normal in a few days Duo."
"Solo, you're telling me not to worry!?" Duo exclaimed, "How can I not Man?"
"I know it's hard Kid, but ya gotta try." Solo said. The young teen snapped his fingers, "I got it! You guys and Hawke should take him to the zoo! That'll cheer him up! You can take him to see Mamoru."
"Who?" Duo inquired raising an eloquent brow.
"Mamoru, a timbre wolf that Heero takes care of, sorta owns I guess you could say." Solo replied, "That'll cheer him up for sure."
"Thanks Solo!" Duo grinned sprinting from the room.
"Welcome!" the young teen called after him.
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TBC... I hope that was okay, methinks this story is starting to suck. Please C&C My confidence is waning! Thank-you in advance!
Note 1: I am experiencing a writer's worst enemy, the evil and dreaded... Writer's Block! Don't worry there's still quite a few chapters for me to post, but there might be a bit of a lag in a few weeks. I'm having trouble tying the story up.
Note 2: I think I may change the rating of this story PG-13 to R, tell me what you think!
Extra Chapter warnings: Angst, Heero-torture (and so it begins)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter Seven: Predator or Prey?
Heero silently prowled the dark streets looking for adequate pray. He saw a thug leaning leisurely against a wall with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Heero sneered at the allowance of the murderous addiction and continued on his way. No use in drinking tainted blood. When he was less then two metres from the thug he heard the footsteps behind him and glanced out of the corner of his eye, turning his head just slightly. The thug was behind him, rape was probably the intention. Heero had been the victim of many attempted rapes, one of the things that comes with walking the streets at the dead of night. But luckily for the vampire prince none of the would be rapists lived long enough.
Heero quickened his steps for show and an attempt to make the thug give up, just because no one has ever actually got that far does not mean Heero wanted this one to try. Luck apparently was not on his side for he felt a hand clamp down on his slim shoulder. Heero bent his wrist slightly upwards casing a knife to slide neatly and safely into his hand.
"Where ya goin' Sweetheart." the thug asked behind him, "Wanna have some fun?"
"No, not particularly." Heero said evenly.
"So we have a Smartass on our hands." the thug said. Heero didn't answer but his hand tightened around the hilt of the knife. After a few minutes of just standing with the thug's hand still on his shoulder, Heero sighed in agitation.
"If you do not let go and leave, I am going to kill you." Heero stated matter-of-factly. Heero then spun around with the knife held up as the thug's other hand crept near the vicinity of his nether regions and plunged the knife into the man's chest giving it a full 360° turn and pulled it out roughly, leaving the thug to bleed to death. Heero looked down at his knife and wiped it off, then turned back around and scoured the streets. He saw an elderly man well into his eighties sitting alone. Heero felt sorry for the man and walked over to him.
"Excuse me Sir, I have a question for you." Heero said. The man looked up with haunted grey eyes.
"W...would you like t...to die? I mean truly?" Heero asked.
"Yes, yes I believe I do. There is nothing left for me, I have been... deserted." the man replied.
"I can make it happen Sir. If you want me to." Heero offered. The man seemed to brighten at that.
"Thank-you." the old man said. Heero sighed and placed two fingers on the man's forehead. The prince's silver eyes flashed briefly and the elderly man slumped over where he sat. Heero took what he needed and checked the man's pulse. Dead. Heero sighed again and lay the man down on the bench, old frail arms crossed over his chest, a serene smile on his wrinkled face. The prince turned and walked slowly back home, hands in pockets, head bowed. He hated when they died.
The Vampire prince entered his chambers and threw himself face down on his bed. He buried his face in arms crossed on the pillow and let out a long shuttering breath, squinting his eyes shut. He clenched his hands taking fistfuls of the blanket. Scaring visions flew through his mind of pervious killings, some merciful to the victim, others flat out brutal. The teenager bit his lip hard, sharp fangs puncturing the soft skin causing a small dribble of blood to soak into the violet sheets.
Heero heard the door creak open and reached down to pull a knife out of his ankle sheath and posed to throw it. He dropped the knife at noticing Duo. The prince hurriedly rubbed the blood from his lip.
"Little jumpy, zo Heero?" Duo asked with a grin.
"Hn." Heero replied, turning and busying himself with cleaning the spotless blade. Averting his gaze intentionally.
"So Hee-chan, when we going back to the safe house?" Duo asked nonchalantly as he walked over and lay down on the bed. Deliberately putting his face below Heero's down turned face. Heero's eyes shifted, then he turned and placed the knife on the bedside table, picking up a black book and a pen.
"Whenever you and the others want to Duo. I believe we have been here long enough." Heero replied not looking up.
"Heero," Duo began in a tone of voice that made the perfect soldier tense, "why are you avoiding my gaze?"
"I..I'm not Duo." Heero started hesitantly.
"Really. Then why are you writing 'don't look up, don't look up' over and over in your notebook?" Duo whispered in the other boys ear.
"Kuso." Heero hissed snapping the book closed. The vampire stood up and walked over to the window.
"Heero, please talk to me." Duo gently requested, laying a loving hand on Heero's shoulder.
"It's nothing okay? Just vampire stuff." Heero answered quietly. Heero removed the braided boy's hand from his shoulder, holding it a little longer before letting go and walking almost sluggishly to the door.
"Heero...?"
"I'm going to go find the others and we'll go." Heero told his koi as he paused briefly hand resting on the door knob before exiting without another word.
"But Heero." Duo sighed and sat heavily down on the king sized bed throwing one hand over his amethyst orbs as he lay back, "What's wrong Heero." The teen asked the empty room. He had caught that haunted look in the other pilot's eyes in the window reflection. The look Heero often displayed during or thinking about the war. But was the war really the cause of the pain? Or was it Heero's completely separate life that Duo had found out about two days prior. Just forty-eight hours earlier Duo had thought of Heero as just another one of them. A teenage pilot scorned by the war they were forced to take place in. Two thousand eight hundred and eighty minutes before. Duo had thought of Heero as just another slightly odd teen. But all that was before and this is now. Now Heero was a Supernatural Prince fighting a loose/loose battle with another supernatural force. And there was something wrong.
"'Vampire Stuff'," Duo scoffed, "Hn. Damnit Heero!" Duo cried to the empty room as he jumped up. Duo kicked the thick bedpost in frustration.
"Shit." he hissed in pain, "Tell me damnit! I love you for God's Sake!"
A gentle voice broke threw, "Duo?" Duo head snapped up to see the small thirteen year old.
"Hey Solo." Duo forced a smile.
"Don't pull that fake shit with me Kid. I heard ya rantin' from the hall. Whatsa matter?" Solo asked walking into the room.
"Guess I can't hide nothin' from you." Duo sighed.
"Nope." Solo said in firm agreement, "No can do Kid. So tell me what's up."
"It's Heero." Duo answered.
"Ah." Solo nodded in understanding, "I saw him comin' out. He had the haunted look again."
"You notice too?" Duo stated more then inquired.
"Yeah, he's my friend, no, more then that, brother?" Solo said with a small shrug, "But Duo, try not to worry. Heero holds a lot of guilt for being the way he is. Sometimes he doesn't have a choice over who he...ah...feeds on. After a 'hunt' all of his other victims come back and haunt him or something. He'll be back to normal in a few days Duo."
"Solo, you're telling me not to worry!?" Duo exclaimed, "How can I not Man?"
"I know it's hard Kid, but ya gotta try." Solo said. The young teen snapped his fingers, "I got it! You guys and Hawke should take him to the zoo! That'll cheer him up! You can take him to see Mamoru."
"Who?" Duo inquired raising an eloquent brow.
"Mamoru, a timbre wolf that Heero takes care of, sorta owns I guess you could say." Solo replied, "That'll cheer him up for sure."
"Thanks Solo!" Duo grinned sprinting from the room.
"Welcome!" the young teen called after him.
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TBC... I hope that was okay, methinks this story is starting to suck. Please C&C My confidence is waning! Thank-you in advance!