Hi everyone! Welcome to Chapter two of Love Wasn't Made for Vampires and Werewolves! I'm sorry the first chapter was so short, and this one is no different! It's shorter, actually...SO! In case you're wondering, I'm NOT lazy, it's just that when I wrote this all on paper, it looked so much longer...Anyway, without further ado, please read this next chapter. It kind of pulls it together, but it's not completely clear yet. Enjoy!


Oh! Let me say thanks to Storm(or Sutoomu) for being my FIRST reviewer! Here's a Trowa Huggle, Sutoomu!

Chapter II: Bombardment!

...takes off towards the blissfully unaware man running in the cobbled streets below...

"Crap, me and my big mouth!" Duo Maxwell says under his breath as he runs behind a mildewed brick house to shield himself from an invasion of

throwing knives into his body. His breathing is heavy, his violet eyes swim in and out of focus, and his feet...well...let's just say that they're REALLY

sweaty. But he mustn't give up hope! He had a job to do! Maybe it wasn't worth dying for, but, Quatre would KILL him if he found out he didn't

complete his mission!(Not to mention the beatings and flurries of headaches he would get if he let Heero down!)So, pulling a black hood up over his

dog-like ears, he throws his thin black scarf around his mouth(which is an improvement, since he never shuts up-according to Heero), and dashes

for the clocktower at a reckless sprint.

"Just gotta make it to the clocktower! Maybe he won't find me along the way!"

Continued in Chapter III!


So, was it great? I know, a little on the short side, but, hey! Give me some credit! Third Chapter coming soon!