Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Warnings: Slash, lemons, blood-letting and vampirism.

Chapter Five:

Heero felt at home, if he had ever had a home, in the energetic yet subtle tones of the club. His date had leapt from his perch on his lap but his warm body rocked backwards into his, causing his reflexes to jerk. Heero was trained to kill and a sudden move made by anyone could result in loss of life on their part.

Steadying himself, Heero smelt the cloying smell that only blood could make, and brought his hand up to investigate its source. The boy was hacking up the redness, so much of it that it ran down his chin and stained his hands. Using one hand to hold the boy, and the other to help wipe it away, Heero had no idea what kind of health issue the de-braided one had to bring on this loss of blood.

The rocking motion continued, while he comforted the silent and shaking boy, who held onto him tightly, in the midst of battling the pain. Heero had never felt that protective of anyone, undead or alive, and clenched his shirt to fight off his own bloodlust. Knowing that he wouldn't hurt him, he asked what was wrong after they had both calmed considerably.

The boy pulled himself upright and blinked in confusion. Staggering backwards a few steps, he turned and fled, long hair following behind him. Heero stood, weaving his way back through the crowd, intent on helping him, even if his help was clearly unwanted. Making a swift exit through leather-clad dancers, the vampire left the beating, heavy music behind and turned to catch up with the boy. Picking up the scent of blood, that unmistakable smell of blood, Heero made his way through the maze of houses and manoeuvred his position so he would come out of the alley before the boy passed beyond it.

Heero waited and was rewarded with the silhouette of a form darting past, and reached forwards to pull the narrow waist into his hands. He was resisting at first, Heero noted, but soon relaxed into his arms. After murmured questions and silent replies, both stood in the shadows, comforting each other, yet not fully understanding what was wrong. The smaller boy tried to pull out of his grasp, but Heero reacted violently. Slamming Duo's body into the nearest brick wall to bring a quick end to the escape, Heero immediately choked back a sob.

'What the hell is wrong with me? I should be able to maim and kill this weak human but I can't. I haven't acted like this since...since...' Duo's body slumped to the ground.

Watching the violet eyes turn angry, Heero wrestled with the fact that he had brought this on him. The moonlight had won the battle and claimed the shadows, and he could see the gleaming knife that caught in the light.

Silently cursing himself for acting on instincts alone, he dropped to his knees in front of him, ready to make a fast apology. The ache he felt in his side was trivial compared to the one in his chest when he looked upon the cold eyes of the human. The knife had only sliced him, a technique used for incapacitating, not killing, and he was grateful.


Duo stumbled from the club ungraciously and was given slightly worried glances from the humans waiting outside. They probably suspected he had gotten into a fight and lost, instead of this eternal churning that was plaguing his chest. He wasn't in the least bit shaken for his own life, instead, wiping away the metallic blood, he knew he had to report back to headquarters, calling an emergency head count.

Between Quatre, Wufei and Treize, the leader knew that one was being harassed physically or mentally. There was a connection Duo felt whenever the most loyal of his gang were threatened severely, when their very lives were at stake, and he never felt the pull like this before. Knowing it would pass rather quickly, for it was just a warning, not really harmful to his body, he trudged quietly up the street while attempting to locate the quickest way back to headquarters.

The boy at the bar, whose arms he was just beginning to relax in, was forgotten for the moment while wild thoughts ran through his head, his fear being silenced while instinct took over.

'Why does this shit always happen when I'm not there to prevent it?'

Knowing full well that Treize could handle any situation should it arise, Duo let himself switch to the shadows, and crept as fast as he could northeast. Passing the entrance to an alleyway, he wasn't sure which startled him most, the arms circling his waist, or the protective embrace he was pulled into. Smooth fabric rubbed against his cheek while a cold, yet slightly caring voice asked, "Are you okay?."

Checking the urge to draw his knife, Duo stilled against all his better judgement, which was to kill and run, as always. The arms loosened a bit, knowing that he wasn't going anywhere, and Duo realized that's exactly who it was. The anonymous guy from the bar. The one that had made his night, while the vampire world had shattered it. Bringing his own arms up and pulling their bodies closer, Duo wondered how in the hell he had gotten there before him.

Placing an arm as a brace between the wall and the body he was holding onto, they could better effectively meld together, and mold together they did.

Duo was wasting precious time and began to pull away, when another bout of dizziness hit him, yet no blood came with it. That he was thankful for, because he was sure his companion would already have questions about him. Speaking of which, he still hadn't answered the one that was previously asked.

Dropping his arms and stepping back quickly, before he could change his mind and latch himself back onto that body, Duo muttered a hasty yes, while he regretted missing the heat radiating from the others' body. Turning, he attempted to leave but was stopped again.

His body was slammed against the brick, full force, for the second time that night. A snap came from his skull and his anger flared.

The force of the impact along with the dizzying effect from before made Duo's body slink to his knees, broken asphalt littered the ground around him. No longer the toying, long-haired beauty, Duo, 'the Reaper" Maxwell turned his Shinigami grin up to face his once trusted companion.

"You really wanna know what's wrong? Well, before I was just a little dizzy, now though, there's a slight throbbing sensation in the back of my head from where you slammed it into the wall!," he growled defensively, and pulled the knife hidden in his boot.

The switch flipped open, and Duo turned his eyes upward again, moving to stand. He was surprised when the boy dropped to his knees before he could move and rough hands grabbed at his face. Duo reached around with his weapon to the now vulnerable space under the ribs, and stiffened his hand to strike.


Wufei sat in the corner, contemplating his mission for the next five days. He was to be Solo's guard from now until Friday, which meant little to no sleep for him. Groaning, he watched the arrogant Vampire pace in his cell. Fatigue from the struggle Wufei went though to get him down the three flights of stairs to the holding wing was apparent by the way Solo moved. His graceful catlike movements were slightly slower than normal.

"I resent being compared to a cat, thank you very much."

Wufei scowled.

"You don't remember me, do you?" Solo asked, abruptly ceasing his pacing.

"Remember a vampire that I haven't killed?", Wufei retorted, "There is no such thing. You will be dead by the weeks end, I assure you."

"And if I am already dead?" The sparkle in his eyes were dangerous, and Wufei was glad there were steel bars separating them. Solo slipped his hands through the bars, and slumped against them. The movement was incredibly sexy.

"Permanently dead."


Darting forward, Trowa's face stopped just in front of Quatre's, noting that the blonde was almost unconscious, but not quite. They had been at this for over two hours straight, not giving his prisoner a moment to breathe. The vampire leader was aware of the pain he caused the slayer, and the only reason he was carrying out his punishment was because he knew that the other vampire's, even under his control, would hurt the boy more severely if they were unleashed.

Blood was splattered down the front of Quatre's shirt, notably dripping from numerous cuts around his eyes and mouth. Trowa didn't know if it was the blood or the face that kept his fury at bay, but both were definitely alluring. "It can all be over. I'll stop tormenting you, if you would just tell me," he whispered to the battered boy. Looking up through his blonde hair, his prisoner gazed at him like a kicked puppy, the sky blue of his eyes gleamed. And yet still he hadn't uttered a word since his first taunt. Closing in on himself, Quatre sighed and let the darkness claim him once more, happy to have kept the location of his friends secret for the time being.

But there was always tomorrow.

Trowa straightened when the eyes had rolled back into the boys head, and gestured for the others to take him back to the spare room he habited before. "Clean him up while he's still out," he added, not wanting to confront that beautiful face tomorrow with the reminder of what he inflicted upon him today. Watching the boy's small, yet strong body as the vampire's progressed further from his sight, Trowa allowed himself a look of misery at what he had done.

Quatre's loyalty to the Reapers astounded him. Any vampire under his command would have broken by now, save for Heero and Solo of course, and they were stronger then most slayers. The boy had even offered to help with the cravings so he wouldn't have to kill, but to refrain from killing was almost impossible. Heero had tried it once, and Trowa had found him, near death in an ally, and nursed him back to health. No, it was almost impossible, only one man had ever beaten it, and he switched sides from Crimson to Reaper almost immediately, and never looked back. No one caught Trowa's look of complete devastation as he turned to retire to his room.

Save for one delirious boy with blond hair, saddened blue eyes and a blood covered face.