Okay, here's chapter three. I hope you enjoy, the only warnings I have for this chapter are language, and a really sappy vampire. but you must realize that he's been alive for so long, this is all amusing to him! thank you reviewers! Love you all!
Flying was so much fun, I loved it, but I also loved giant cats, but I'll get to that later. Right now, I am hovering outside the window of the 15 year-old braided boy that protected Quatre. He was arguing with his roommate. Finally the roommate left and I discreetly knocked upon the window. He opened it. He was not scared at all.
"Shit, I could tell you were a vamp." I slid in through the window and he grinned at me.
"I'm Duo Maxwell, but secretly, I'm Shinigami." Hmm, Shinigami. The God of Death. Death and vampires had a very strange relationship. They hated us because they could not kill us, but we give them work. Strange isn't it?
"I assume then Death that you have what I've come for." Duo nodded and pointed to a tiny pallet that was incredibly mussed.
"They woke him up when you came. This is his favorite blanket, he calls it 'blankie' and this is his teddy bear." The bear was black with a red bow-tie.
"Cute." I felt a small smile curve my lips.
"I bought it for him when he first came here. He's an orphan like me. You're not like going to eat him are you?"
"Not yet. I'm going to teach him, and give him the choice."
"You won't fuck him until he's older right?"
"No, I give you my word Death, I will not force myself upon him in any way. The only way I will have intimate relations with him is if he initiates it." Duo smiled and I heard someone coming.
"My roommate, take care of him will ya? He's such a bastard." I smirked. I was hungry after all.
When the door opened I pounced upon the 16 year-old. His blood was tart and spicy, definitely not bad. I dropped Marco's dead body, for that was his name, and looked at Duo.
"Come visit us when you're finished here. I trust you can find him?"
"Oh yes. I packed him a bag with clothes. I also folded his blankie while you were feeding, good form by the way. Now go, Madam Claudia'll be here soon." I picked up my precious cargo and leaped back into the air.
Soon, I was back home, my stomach full, I'd been gone almost 2 hours. When I entered my home I heard the piano playing and I investigated. Maddie was teaching Quatre an old tune called 'Mary Had a Little Lamb.'
"Having fun?" I asked. Quatre looked up, then jumped up and ran to me. "I've got your things."
"Oh thank you!" Quatre hugged my legs and I handed him the teddy bear. "Teddy!" He hugged the bear tightly and I looked to Maddie.
'Did he eat?' My mind touched hers.
'Yes, he ate macaroni and cheese and a piece of cake I made the girls tonight'
'Thank you, that should be all for this evening.' She nodded briefly and said goodnight to the both of us.
"Quatre, come I'll get you settled into a bedroom." He nodded and followed me closely. I opened up the biggest guest room I had and he gulped a little.
"Dis is all mine?" His pretty eyes were wide.
"Oh yes, the curtains are thick so you can sleep during the day and I can teach you during the night." He nodded. I helped him into bed, stripped the silk black comforter away so he could use his blanket and tucked him in with his teddy bear. I smiled and kissed his forehead. "Goodnight little one. If you require the restroom during the day, it's right through that door okay? I'll leave the light on in there so you can see." Quatre nodded and his right thumb slid into his tiny rosebud mouth. I felt myself smiling again. He was absolutely adorable. I turned on the light before I went to crawl into my coffin.
I had gotten the mahogany box a lone while ago back in Europe, it seems the Americans didn't use coffins any longer. It's varnish was deep and beautiful. Maddie kept it dusted to a shine. It was lined with a deep red satin and my pillow was made of the same. But as I opened the lid, I remembered my other pets. I must inform them not to harm the child. My mind called out to them, there were four. All male, one African lion, one black panther, one black jaguar, and a mischievous white tiger. The four cates entered the room, I was sitting in a straight backed chair, that faced the bed. One by one they leaped into it.
'Master?' Abendigo, the jaguar, the most loyal addressed me first.
"Please, there is a child, a boy child, his name is Quatre, please don't eat him. Or frighten him."
'Can I gnaw on him a bit?' Talikai, the tiger asked.
"Definitely not." I grinned as they growled some and grumbled. Then they settled down in the King sized bed for sleep.
'Morning Trowa' The cats chorused to men and I climbed inside my coffin.
Sleep came, it would turn extremely heavy, but I heard something before that time came. Sniffles is what I heard, the child. I opened the lid carefully and he stood there before it. An arm over his eyes, wiping away his tears, the chubby hand clutching his teddy bear. The other hand was dragging his blanket behind him.
"Quatre, you should be in bed."
" I can't sleep all by myself. C-can I sleep wif you?" I gaped at him, then nodded.
"Are you sure," I started, "there are no bathroom breaks and no night lights in here." It occurred to me briefly that he might be a bed wetter, but oh well, I could get one of those new fangled caskets that the Americans had. "You're sure?"
"Uh huh, I dun liketa sleep alone. I'll be good I promise." Aqua eyes pleaded with me. So I sat up and plucked him and his effects up from the floor. "It's pretty in here. Thank you Tro." I smiled.
"Lie down, sweetling, lie down." I pulled the lid closed and Quatre shuffled around a bit. I could see him in the blessed darkness. He was lying on my chest his head turned to the right with his thumb in his mouth.
"Night Tro." he said around the digit.
"Goodnight," and we slept.
Authors Notes: About the whole coffin/casket thing. They are not the same, if you know this then skip over this. well a coffin is the one that looks more like a human body, you know the larger at the top and smaller at the bottom and a casket is just like a rectangular shape. My brother told me this because he's a mortician. See, people in America do not use coffins any longer, Americans use caskets.
The second thing is about Quatre's thumbsucking. Yes...yes...I dunno why I put that in there, but I have a confession i still suck my thumb, i'm such a loser, but you know what...don't care what you think! please review! I'm a review whore!
Much Love and Until we meet again!
