Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. Really, I'm just borrowing them for a while, but I promise to return them in near mint condition . . .mostly near mint. This fic was inspired by a sketch I conned an LJ friend to sketch, enjoy. AU, OOC warnings. It's a 1x2 fic, so if you don't like, don't read.

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The cold London fog draped the streets like gossamer, shrouding the late night strollers. Some hurried home with packages tucked safe under arms, others prowled the streets looking for entertainment or their next mark. One was prowling for a different reason. He hungered. Tonight he would get what had been denied to him for too long. A silver cascade of lamplight caught his stern pale face, catching for just a brief moment the ice blue color of his eyes. It's glow illuminated the youth, yet he cast no shadow as he continued his slow measured pace. Night held no great mystery for him, no terror was worse than him. He was death, and he hungered for life.

A flash of color in the grey caught the hunter's eye. It was another young man, and judging by the bounce in his stride, a lively one at that. He was dressed in black denim jeans that tucked into knee high boots. His loose fitting black silk shirt with a wide collar deliciously outlined the bronzed skin of his neck and upper shoulders. The flash of color switched once more and the hunter realized that it was a long cascade of loosely braided chestnut hair. Paralyzed with desire, the hunter stood mesmerized and was momentarily unable to follow his next meal. That paralysis ended when the youth turned the corner and the hunter lost sight of him, freeing him from his trance.

Instantly the hunter sprang to life in pursuit of his quarry. He moved with the unnatural speed of the dammed, yet no sound accompanied his movements. Rounding the corner, he just barely caught sight of the youth as he turned down a side alley. Faster this time, the vampire glided to the alleyway and caught sight of the young man. He had just met up with a small group of men and was talking animatedly with them. The vampire's hunger flared with the intensity of a small sun burning inside him. Stop! The mental command chilled his veins like liquid nitrogen. Now is not the time to feed, the voice commanded, wait until a better opportunity presents itself, and then feed. Heero, if you loose control now, they will know you walk amongst them, and then the hunters will come for you.

Heero drew in his fangs and forced himself to fade back into the shadows, reining in his hunger. This was not the time to feed, it was not safe. He shadowed the youths through the streets, making no sound. They were oblivious to his presence, so caught up in what they were discussing that they had no idea where they were headed. Heero smiled coldly, of all the places to stray on a moonless night, the park was not one of them. It was a well known fact that many who entered the park at night never returned to the city. Some said it was the faire folk taking back the parts of the world not yet tamed by cold iron. Others said it was merely a haven for thieves and cut-throats who prayed on the helpless. Heero knew the truth, the park was the hunting ground for those things that go bump in the night. He would feed well tonight in the safety of the park, very well indeed.

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Duo laughed easily with the four youths he was hiking with, his good humor infectious. He knew what they wanted; no one ever voluntarily agreed to take a walk in the park at night. It didn't matter, they were toughs from the local gang and their kind were seldom - if ever - missed. He might as well have a bit of fun with them before leaving them to their fate, after all, there wasn't much out there that could hurt a were.

"So like I was saying earlier, I'm from up north and haven't gotten around all that much, so I really appreciate you guys showing me where I can crash for the night. I've had to camp out quite a bit since I've left home, but hey what else can a guy traveling alone on limited funds do right?"

That elicited a grim chuckle from the four men.

"Of course Gov'nor," the one called Mic said, "it's not right to let 'un of our own 'ave to do sompthin' unpleasant to find a place to nod off at. Right fellas?"

"Too right," chimed in Harry.

"Happy to be o' service," the skinny one named Sal grinned.

The last young man merely grunted. He was called Knuckles, presumably because of the size of his battered fists. Apparently he used them to talk, since his mouth didn't seem to work right. Why did Duo always end up with the silent ones? Oh well he could see the buildings grudgingly giving way to a large black void. His keen nose filed in the gaps for him. Trees, grass, the sweet stench of fallen leaves turning to mulch on the ground, and another scent, faint but there. It was the stench of death. He smiled a bit more. Good, these four will be in good company.

The park was old, very old. There was the overwhelming feeling that time had stopped here centuries ago. Gnarled oaks lined the walk paths looking for all the world as if they had stood there since the dawn of time itself. The fog was denser here, amplifying the quiet and shrouding the park in a wall of grey. Duo quickened his pace.

"Oh wow, this is just like the forests back home." he gushed, pulling ahead of his escort. "I'll be right at home here."

"Hey wait up there Gov'nor," Mic said trying to catch the jogging youth. "You don't wanna' git lost now do ya'?"

Duo ignored the tough and kept on going, babbling as it he hadn't hear a word of what he said.

"O wow, this tree looks like the old hangman tree back home," . . . . "Wow, is that a genuine . . . ."

Duo pulled further and further way, leading the band on a merry chase through the wood. They fell in line just like he thought they would. Sal in the lead, followed by Mic, then Harry, with Knuckles bringing up the rear. Duo caught the tang of fresh blood on in the air and corrected himself. There were just three following now, and the scent of death was getting stronger. Duo smiled and kept up his meaningless banter as he led the others on in this most dangerous game.

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The first man fell without a sound as Heero landed on the young man's back and sank his fangs deep into the other's carotid artery. A strangled grunt was all he could manage as Heero rode him to the ground drinking deep of the other's life. It took only moments for the rapture to set in, brought on by the high of so much vitality, so much life. Before too long it was over and the shell was drained. Heero rose and felt the intoxication of it all course through his veins. More, he wanted more and he would stop at nothing to get it. He unfurled his wings and took flight. There were four more, and he would have them all tonight.

His next meal was making no effort to hide his presence in the woods at all. Heero swooped in low and clapped one hand over the youth's mouth as he yanked him skyward. His struggles were nothing to Heero's newfound strength. Slowly, ever so slowly he nuzzled the other's neck, savoring the moment, feeling the quickened pulse thrumming just below the skin. It was more then he could handle, and once more he drank deep from the well of life and felt the quickening course through him. The high was almost too much for him as he felt his wings falter for just a moment. Concentrate Heero, the voice chided, just a few more left . He deposited the corpse on the damp grass and flew with renewed vigor after the next live meal.

He spotted the next one panting near a tree, and dropped down silently nearby. The young man turned and warily scanned the area that Heero had landed in. This one is cagy , the voice cautioned, might have to mesmerize this one to get close enough for the kill. Heero fought against the rational voice in his head, convinced that his own raw power would be enough. A quick feint to the left proved that dammed logical voice correct though as the frightened prey followed his movements in the heavy mist and backed slowly away. Heero growled inwardly and forced the other to meet his mesmeric gaze. It took only a few moments to roll the youth's mind into a trance-like state. With one pale hand he beckoned the mesmerized young man to him and watched with pride as the youth was powerless to resist his will.

Heero smiled bloodily, and the young man beamed like he had just discovered a mountain of gold. The vampire spread his arms wide and the grinning youth stepped fearlessly into his embrace, angling his head back as if to accept a lover's kiss. He drew the willing man up into his arms and almost tenderly kissed the nape of the others neck. A look of bliss filled the victim's face and remained fixed there even as the color drained from it. Heero felt a new feeling swell through him, a mixture of pride and power coursed though his consciousness, and he knew that this had been the sweetest kill of all.

The last of the runners was calling for his friends, and it drew Heero to him. He almost walked right into Heero who was standing motionless in the mist, spotting him only moments before. The youth's eyes went wide as he met the other's and saw the beauty that lay within. The angel spread his wings and took him into his arms. Heero took his time draining this one, savoring the rush of endorphins released by the young man in his arms. Ah, life could be so sweet when one took the time to truly savor it.

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Duo smiled as he watched the last of his pursuers fall to the dark hunter's will. Heero had survived his first blood lust. Master J had warned him that it might take more then one kill to calm him down, and he was right. Good thing Duo knew a thing or two about street life and was able to smuggle Heero into London during the daylight hours. It's tougher then one might think to transport a coffin through the streets of London but it had been worth it. He was able to set him up near the park on the bad side of town. It was always easy to find someone to play with in that part of town.

He took stock of his vampiric charge as Heero finished his dinner. Heero was dressed in thigh high calfskin boots that had the tops turned in that cavalier swordsman style. His deep indigo velvet skin tight leggings left just enough for the imagination. On his chest he wore a loose fitting sky blue silk shirt with lacy ruffs along the half open neckline, with a silk tie cord crisscrossing his chest like a cats cradle. The cloak that helped cover Heero's wings was nowhere to be seen, but Duo had packed a spare back at the safehouse. Duo looked down at the torn mess that was his own silk shirt. Damn, Heero, had managed to keep his shirt in better shape then Duo's even in the throes of his blood lust. Oh well, silk really wasn't his thing anyway. He prefered cotton every day, cotton breathed.

Duo cast off the tattered shirt and stretched. His feline ears twitched as he heard the fourth body fall, and Duo knew it was time to seal the bond. He lightly bounded out of the tree and felt Heero's mesmeric gaze turn on him.

"Slow down there partner," Duo said with a grin, "you should damn well know that doesn't work on me."

Heero hissed and leapt at the grinning youth. Duo easily dodged the clumsy attack and tried a different tactic.

Stop! He shouted mentally to Heero. It's me Heero, you need to focus.

Heero paused in his attack, listening to the voice in his head once more.

Think Heero, remember the pact between your Master J and my pack!

Heero's face contorted as he fought to regain control of his mind once more.

Come to me Heero, feed from me and I will help you remember!

Heero's mind latched on the prospect of food and leapt for the were. Duo caught the vampire easily and allowed the other to sink his fangs into his hard abdomen. Within moments Heero regained control of his rebellious body and relaxed enough to meet Duo's gaze.

"Why must you always make me feed from your abdomen?" He growled.

"Hey, we only just met three days ago. I need more than just a few dates to allow necking." Duo chided.