Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.
Warnings: Slash, lemons, blood-letting and vampirism.
Five Years Later on Earth:
A lone boy, scratch that, he looked too cruel to be a boy. A lone demon sat on a children's swing, staring up at the night sky that should be full of white, twinkling stars, but was just a black abyss.
His twisted smirk fell from his face as his vampiric senses awakened, letting him know that a freeblood was coming. This vampire didn't smell the magic that blood-binds a human to his master, so a thoughtful look played across his face as a smile laced his lips.
'Time to play scare the human."
Zechs cut through a small grove and stopped to lean against a tree. Everything was lit up by moonlight as he found himself looking down the hill at the sea of lights that made up the city. An icy breath traced along the back of his neck as he muttered, "This is not my kind of view," and resumed walking, ignoring the cold feeling.
"Hey baby, I can make your view a whole world better," a slick voice called from the shadows. Zechs whirled around and flicked out his blade, comforted by the sound of steel on steel. A lithe body fell gracefully out of a tree, landing soundlessly, as if gravity didn't exist for him.
"I wouldn't be doing that now, love, they don't call me Scarlet the Bloody for nothing." Before he could act against the violent attack, the boy had his arm around Zechs' waist and his body pressed against his back. He felt like he was trapped in a steel embrace.
"My, my, you're a pretty one", he whispered while sliding his hands up to his shoulders. Zechs' heart was beating furiously and the vampire could feel every muscle in his body tense with fear.
Scarlet moved the blond hair to the side, leaned down and licked his neck, sending chills down Zechs' spine. His vision blurred while the vampire took his senses. His body collapsed, denying him the right to control his own actions.
The vampire lost control also. He leaned down again, this time hypnotised by his own disease and intent on killing the human. He bit, sharp fangs driving into pale skin. Zechs gasped in pain.
Scarlet pulled away from this prey's flinching body, breaking his mind lock with the mortal, as two figures came out of the trees. The non-existent heartbeat and red jackets signified that they were Crimsons-a gang that hunted whenever and wherever they chose. They owned this city. Trowa, leader of the gang and Solo the mercenary closed in on him and his prey.
"Great choice", Solo commented, gesturing at the beautiful teen who was currently shaking himself out of the vampiric spell. Scarlet nodded and ran his hands over Zechs' face, then down to his neck where the wound had already healed over.
"This interruption will give him double the pain", Trowa acknowledged softly.
Out of the darkness came three more shadowy figures. The magic that flowed through their blood masked their heartbeats from the vampires, but did not hinder their vision. The vampires viewed the black scythe jackets with distain, and realized there would be more killing then just of their prey tonight.
Quatre Winner, of the Winner Slayer Clan, Treize and Wufei, who had given up part of their names for the Brotherhood of Slayers, descended upon the vampires like moths to a flame.
"There will be no killing for you tonight", Wufei called, "and justice will be served once your bodies are gone from this Earth." His voice was powerful, almost regal in the night.
The odds were even, and the snickers from Scarlet told the hunters that they were in for a difficult fight. Since the vampire blood was more powerful than the witches blood that flowed through their own veins, the chances were pretty slim that with the odds as they were the hunters would be successful. Three on three is not an equal fight when dealing with vampires.
Quatre approached the silent vampires and said softly, "Leave the human be and we won't be forced to intervene". Trowa stared at the blue eyed angel, who looked so innocent with his hair like a bright halo around his beautiful face.
Scarlet 'hummphed', and set about mind-blocking his prey, attempting to sink his teeth into Zechs' neck again. The human's face clouded with pain as the vampire lost his hold on his mind during the bloodlust. Zech came out of that haze, and hissed at the pain but realized that he still gripped his blade. He waited for the opportune moment to strike.
The demon was pulled into another world, much like the one he had promised to Zechs earlier.
Treize's heart wrenched when he saw the hurt that crossed the human's face. The moon sprinted past some clouds, and as the light caught on his face, Treize froze as the young man's eyes opened and looked straight at him. Trowa lunged at Quatre, Solo at Wufei, and Treize lunged at the vampire whose mouth was attached to the human's bloody neck.
The gleam of a switch startled Treize, but was rather surprised when the blade disappeared into hard flesh that was not his own. Scarlet loosened his hold on the human, while the hunted became the hunter. Zechs turned, quick as a lynx, and plunged the blade in again. Scarlet let out a hiss as his face distorted in pain, and collapsed in a heap beside the human.
Treize caught the teen as he sank to the ground, pale with blood loss and shock, and soon blissful darkness had engulfed him. Leaving him on the ground, unconscious, Treize made himself turn away from the human that had given the hunters the advantage they'd needed.
Surveying the situation, he found that Trowa had a struggling Quatre pinned beneath him, but couldn't effectively reach his blade. Wufei was overpowering the vampire Solo, his right hand repeatedly smashing into the snarling face.
Since Quatre was the closest, Treize swiftly threw all of his weight into pushing the vampire off the young hunter. Gratitude apparent in his blue eyes, Quatre warily approached the already upright vampire again, while Treize rushed off to help Wufei.
"This is senseless fighting", Quatre tried to reason. "We could all live in peace if you would agree not to kill anyone else".
"You know we can't stop the bloodlust", Trowa growled.
"You could if you tried, and I'd be there to help". The slayers voice grew softer and stopped Trowa in his tracks. This angel was willing to aid one of the undead. It was unheard of. Instead of attacking like Trowa's body was commanding him to do, he froze, not sure if he could hit the hunter again.
Closer to the forest, Wufei and Treize had Solo's arms pinned, the vampire mercenary was struggling to overcome both hunters. The blade point swiped down and silently cut a jagged line through his shirt.
Solo hissed in plain, but at the same time knew it was just a scratch that could have been fatal if he was human. The blood of his last victim flowed freely as the blade descended again.
Trowa, pulling himself out of Quatre's gaze, watched the scene until he saw the blade fall. He leaped forward, knocking Quatre to the ground in his attempt to save Solo. Wufei found himself flat on his back, looking up into raging eyes while Trowa watched his blade-hand, nearly seeing red. Bloodlust hit him as he leaned onto the other man's chest.
There was a pressure on his back and arms wrapped around him pulling him sharply away. Trowa spun his body around, throwing the hunter a staggering thirty feet away. The blond let out a cry as his body hit the ground and Trowa gasped. He hadn't known it was the angel.
He left Wufei's side and bent over Quatre, gently cradling his head. Blue eyes gazed up at him and one warm hand grasped his cold one. The sounds of the fight stirred him and letting the slayer go, Trowa stood slowly, checking where Treize was before moving towards Solo.
Treize stood in the way, ensuring that Trowa could not get past to Solo.
"The wounded one stays with us", Treize challenged. Trowa swung around and stared at Quatre, who had slowly recovered and stood, brushing his clothing off.
Almost sheepishly, the blond had to agree, "Treize is second in command, I must do as he says".
Out numbered, a casualty and harbouring a wounded vampire, Trowa was in no position to be making threats to deals, so he simply said, "If he stays, I stay. I will not leave him."
Quatre shook his head. "There is no point, live and fight another day. We'll trade his life for the slayer you've captured. You'll have him back by the weeks end."
Hesitating, the Crimson's leader watched the expressions on the hunters face, wondering why they wouldn't just kill them all and leave it at that. He didn't care what happened to Scarlet, but he was unwilling to leave Solo with them.
Instead of giving his consent, Trowa reached out swiftly and brought the blond one to his chest, burrowing his face in the halo of hair.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
Quatre felt cold steel trace across his throat, and pulled back out of Trowa's embrace. His escape was hindered slightly as the vampire's grip tightened around his small body. "You keep Solo, I'll keep him. At weeks end, we trade. I'll send a messenger once it is time." In an instant he was gone, the air closing into the space where their bodies had been just seconds earlier.
Wufei let out a strangled cry, and began cursing all of the Gods who had created the undead, while Treize picked Solo up off the ground. The blood was beginning to cease, and he knew that is would be mere minutes before the vampire would join the other damned souls in the underworld.
Unless he fed.
Treize was a half-vampire, half-slayer, and he knew that his blood would do no good for the boy. Wufei had ended his rant, and was going on about injustice, when the far older hunter placed Solo at his feet. Wearily, the silenced boy raised his questioning gaze to Treize's face.
"It's your call," he began," I cannot make you do this, and I realize that you have been brought up to die before you would even consider this, but Quatre's life is in your hands. Along with the other slayer's, Une."
Wufei started to protest before Treize's meaning actually hit home. This vampire was the only leverage they had over the Crimsons at the moment. The only way Quatre had the slightest chance to live was to keep this monster alive, at least for a few days.
Closing his eyes in disgust, Wufei knelt beside the still figure. Treize turned away to kill the unmoving Scarlet and to deal with the beautiful human while the other man slit his wrist with a switchblade.
The vampire's wounds had already healed when Wufei placed his hand just above Solo's mouth. He took hold of his chin and shook lightly, parting his starving lips.
The blood welled out of the deep gash and fell softly, giving the ravenous vampire the strength to hold the wrist to his lips and suck greedily. The magic in the hunter's blood was enough to satisfy without the need for killing.
Colours swarmed before Wufei's vision, clouding his mind as he began to weaken, and the vampire became stronger. After a few moments he began to get lightheaded and fell heavily beside the vampire. Solo opened his eyes at the sight of the cut on his wrist and realized that the hunter was feeding him. The blood ran past his lips as he closed his eyes and sucked at the warm flesh. He rolled over onto Wufei's limp body and continued to feed until strong hands pried his wrist out of Solo's mouth.
The last thing Wufei noted before the darkness was the absence of light in the heavens and how Solo's figure lay next to his in the night.
