Author: Dae Yuy
Disclaimer: I don't own GW, you know that. Must a really repeat myself?
Author's Notes: Oooo I have a beta! They haven't looked at this yet though, we're having issues about opening it and stuff, don't have the same word processor you see. Neewayz! Dedicated to Shin-chan, my beta! Also, this story is complete, this isn't the last chapter and that probably won't be published for awhile but BTO is finished!
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Chapter 11: Dream Reader
Duo sat up with a start at the dream he had just had. He ran his right hand down his face and breathed in deeply. The dream featured him, but it was not him at all. The appearance was the same, but the person was most definitely female. In his dream was two small children, the names he did not catch, and a slightly older looking Heero.
Duo turned his head to see Mamoru inquisitively nuzzling his elbow. Duo smiled gently and scratched the wolf behind the ears.
"I'm fine Mamoru. Just a rather bizarre dream." Duo said. The wolf let out a what sounded to be a relieved sigh before settling back down. Duo rose moving to the door.
"I'm just going to go check on Kikki." the braided boy called over his shoulder. The wolf huffed but stayed put.
The braided boy tiptoed down the hall and creaked open the bedroom door next to his. He saw a lump in the blankets and another at the foot of the bed. Duo stepped into the room and found himself pinned against the wall an arm applying pressure on his throat. His widened eyes staring directly into a glowing blue pair, razor sharp fangs glinting in the moonlight.
"Duo." Solo whispered moving away, not changing back to his more human form.
"Hey." Duo waved weakly, "You are one scary dude when ya wanna be."
"Oh sorry, I thought you may have been a Demon." Solo said not knowing the truth to his words, he then shook his head, "Mind you vamps have to be invited into a house." he mumbled to himself.
"Some people think I am Solo. After all I am the only one who survived a house fire, plague and the destruction of Maxwell church." Duo slumped against the wall lost in painful memories.
"I'm sorry, that was a bad choice of words." Solo said.
"S'okay, you didn't know." Duo replied, "Kikki okay?"
"Hai. I'm playing vigil tonight." Solo answered.
"Good, I have my own protector tonight also." Duo smiled.
"Good one Duo." Solo answered with a smirk.
Duo looked clearly confused, "What?"
"You mean that wasn't intended? Mamoru means protect." Solo answered.
"Oh! Yeah, Hee...he told me about that. I'm gonna go back to bed now Solo, 'night." Duo said turning from the room.
"'Night." Solo replied watching the teen leave.
"Wait, you said vampires have to be invited into a house. If so than how did Heero come in and you?" Duo asked.
"Heero's a prince. He doesn't play by the rules and me? I was invited into here a long time ago." Solo grinned, "You just never knew I was here."
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//Heero walked up to the house. Balancing the grocery bags, he pulled a set of keys from his pocket and opened the door. It swung open slowly after a light kick with his foot. Heero walked into the kitchen, slightly puzzled at no little hands demanding cookies and chocolate. He shrugged it off setting his bags on the counter. Maybe they were out. He nodded; good assumption and perfectly normal one at that. In a short while the three most important people in his life would come through the front door of the quaint suburban home laughing and talking joyously. The eldest in the small group would come into the kitchen give him a peck on the cheek and rummage through the groceries in search for hot fudge and pickles. The two little ones would come up to him give him a tight hug and demand for the cookies and chocolate that they missed upon his entrance, considering the were out after all. Yes that would be it. Just as he thought it was. But what was this haunting sense of foreboding that pulsed in his veins? Heero finished up with the groceries and moved from the kitchen to his bedroom, intent on changing into something more comfortable.
Heero's eyes flashed silver involuntarily as he neared the master bedroom, a shiver ran down his spine, fangs elongating. The Prince of Darkness cautiously pushed open the heavy wooden door peering around the edge, pupils mere pinpricks in his sensitized silver orbs. At seeing the sight that welcomed him on the other side, Heero fell to his knees, eyes wide tears flowing freely, mouth open in a silent cry of agony. There in the master bedroom of that quaint suburban home lay a sight straight out of a horror film. His wife's limp, pregnant body lay, decapitated. On the floor a stake was sticking up displaying the head, once beautiful shinning chestnut hair, unbound and matted with blood, agony apparent on angelic features. Below the head lay two small limp bodies, the smaller's throat severed, the other looked untouched other then blood spattered across a yellow summer dress, dried tear streaks making tracks down pale cheeks. The body stirred fingers twitched.
"Kikki." Heero whispered, "Kikki Sweetheart, c...can you hear me? It's Daddy."
"Daddy?" a weak voice asked.
"Yes Kikki thank the Gods. Kikki Honey, don't open your eyes all right?" Heero said still in a whisper crawling on all fours towards his eldest daughter.
"Okay Daddy." Kikki answered in a weak voice. Heero continued his crawl and picked his daughter up cradling her close to his chest, squinting his eyes against tears he would not yet let fall. The young man stood on shaky legs and moved from the room catching a note scrolled in blood on the wall.
I killed your family Prince. You are next ~Greg The note read. Heero's eyes widened once again and he fled from the room, not looking back.
Heero rented a double suit hotel room. After putting Kikki to bed in one of the rooms. He moved to his own and curled up on very much empty bed. Heero removed a picture from the small duffel of things he had collected and held it close to his chest. For the first time since his parents' deaths, Heero Zero, Prince of the Cherub Vampires cried tears of compete agony and utter despair. Curled up alone on his cold empty bed. //
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Heero sat straight up gasping. A warm wetness trekking down his cheeks. Tears. He noted absently. The dream vividly present in his mind. But no, it was not a dream, it was a flashback, a remembrance of the event that happened over two hundred years ago today. Precisely two hundred thirteen years ago today.
Heero reached up and grasped the cross around his neck in a vice like grip. The metal bitting into his palm. Heero felt no physical pain, for the mental pain that plagued him at that moment was too great. A tearing pain searing his soul. Heero fell again his all ready injured head bouncing off the white walls. Exhaustion from not feeding overcoming him.
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TBC......