Heero smirked as he heard Relena echo his name through their link. She was perfect light for his darkness.
He rested his brow gently against Relena's.
"You're taking advantage of me. I'm too weak to resist."
Heero looked down at her in concern.
"You have not taken blood this rising."
She looked up at him, her eye's slightly glazed.
"I have not taken blood in a month."
Heero's eye's narrowed and what could only be described as a growl escaped his lips.
He lifted Relena in his arms, and took to the sky's
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!"
Relena clutched to Heero for dear life afraid that she might fall to the streets below if she released one hand.
He landed in the Grove Park and set her down on a bench. To guy's were dealing drugs to each other. The perfect prey. Heero surround their minds and forced them to come to him. He latched onto the first guy sinking his teeth deep.
Not wanting to kill him he released him and started on the next guy. After he was done he set the two men on the other bench and put a memory into their minds that they had been mugged in the park and they would start a clean slate, by donating all their drug money to charity.
Heero turned his attention back to Relena who was sluggishly trying to escape. He grasped her by the arm, and pulled her against him. He lowered his head to his wrist, and sliced it open revealing the wound to Relena.
"Drink deep Relena, I have fed well, and am able to provide for you."
She resisted for a minute, but realizing he had more strength than her she gave up. She drank deeply feeling the think warm liquid slide down her throat was sensual, and Heero's blood tasted so good.
"That's it little one drink more." The taste was so erotic and over whelming that Relena began to slip in and out of conscience. The last thing she saw was the stare of cobalt eyes.
When Relena awoke there was silence everywhere. She sat up and looked around figuring out where she was. It was a gigantic room, lavished with black and silver. It looked like something out of Bramstoker's Dracula. She shivered as a cold draft blew through the window. There was no moon tonight, and the only illumination in the room was candles, thousands burning in every conceivable place. The color of the candles were red. She remembered her father using them only for healings, as they were only crafted by the Carpathian people to be used in difficult healing sessions.
"Good your awake, I was beginning to wonder if it was to much for you."
She turned to her left to see Heero looking if possible even more impressive as he seated himself in the chair next to the bed, his hair a dark brown gleaming in the flickering lights, and his eyes a dark midnight. She reached out to brush the silky bangs from his face with her gentle fingers. His dark gaze was firmly locked on hers.
"Breathe little one. You look so frightened. You will give me no choice but to kiss that look off your face."
Relena shivered and turned her gaze away.
"Don't you dare come near me!" She placed a hand on her forehead and proceeded to run her fingers through her hair in frustration. Heero took her hand and began to run his fingers gently over it. His touch sent shivers down her spine. Not ones of fear, but ones of pleasure, and she hated it.
