Pairings: 2x1/1x2, 4x3, 6x13

Warnings: biting, blood, gore, vampires, dead body parts, monsters, citrus, AU

Comments: Just a bit of musing turned story

Author's comments: ^^; I'm out from classes and still taking forever ne? *chuckles nervously* But I'm working on it ^^;

Helpful Notes: "talking and crap" = intercom thingy

Jajajunkcrapstuff = mind speech stuff (doesn't feel like finding the technical word ^^)

Crimson Targets Bloodred Nights 3

We've come for you, little pawn.

Return with us.

Join us as you have so longed to do.

You cannot escape our grasp.

You cannot defeat us.

You cannot defeat your yourself.

Wufei jumped up with a start, then quickly winced and curled up on himself.

"Don't move around yet. You're still injured." Wufei opened his eyes at the voice, looking up towards the blurry figure. "You took quite a beating."

His view came back into focus. He saw her more clearly now, Dr. Sally Po. The woman smiled gently at him, pushing him back down to lay in the bed. "I don't need my patients hopping up and running around, especially so soon." Her smile slipped away as she frowned and moved a little, sitting in the chair beside the bed. "What exactly happened back there? It's not like you to be so careless in your work."

"We were ambushed," Wufei said grumpily looking towards the window, towards the sunlight shining brightly into the hospital room. He winced slightly then looked back at Sally. Nothing deserved to be that bright and cheerful in this era. "They were partying and drinking right under our noses. By the time we got there, the only things alive, or as close to alive as we'll count it, were the VMs. So I was pretty much surrounded before I even had a chance."

"That reminds me. One of your officers has been asking about you. She sounded pretty worried."

"I'll talk to her later." Wufei carefully attempted to sit up again, moving slowly this time and succeeded. "Tell me how we got out."

"The firecrew arrived just before the VMs could finish you two off."

"How is Hilde?" He couldn't help but worry about the girl. She did help him out after all.

"She's doing fine. I'll send her in later, like you asked." Sally stood up to her feet. "Another night's rest and you'll be fully healed. Last night when they brought you in, you looked half death. This morning, most of your wounds were completely gone, not trace at all."

"So I haven't even been asleep that long," Wufei said silently, his thoughts still plagued by the encounter with the two vampires. He shivered slightly and rubbed at his arms.

"Are you cold?" Sally asked watching him quietly.
"Hm?" Wufei looked up at her then shook his head. "I'm fine. I should leave now."

"Stay a little longer. You still aren't at full health."

"If I'm healing, then by the end of the day I'll be fine." Wufei pushed from the bed, standing to his feet as he slide into his shoes. By then he realized there was a problem. "…I need clothes," he said looking at her, wearing the little white covering the hospital provided all its patients.

Sally folded her arms giving him a glare. "You need rest. But you're not going to give up on this are you?" At the shake of his head she gave a sigh. "Fine. Stay put for now. I'll send the girl in to talk to you while I find you something to wear." Wufei gave a nod, sitting back down on the bed as Sally went out closing the door behind her. After she left, Wufei pushed the sleeve of his shirt up, looking at where the VM had bit him. The bite marks where vaguely even there, like weeks of recovered had happened. He couldn't even feel the pain there anymore. For a moment he feared that he might have been bitten by the other vampires, but the thought of staring into the sun not to long ago pushed that away. He was still human, mostly.

"Sir?" Wufei looked over towards the door, pushing his sleeve down again as the young girl stepped through the door. Hilde rested a hand to her chest in salute. She looked tired and bed ridden, her form slumping slightly as she stood in the doorway. There was a bandage around her forehead, probably from the fall she'd had. "How are you feeling, sir?"

"Hm? I'm feeling well enough. What about you?"

The girl blinked then smiled slightly. "Doing good, sir. I'll be ready to join back with the forces in no time."

"Hmph." He felt the need to move around, but decided that wasn't a good idea with such a revealing thing as what he was wearing then. "Tell me…why did you decide to join the forces anyway? Why did you join our cause?"

Hilde looked at him then closed her eyes for a temporary moment before opening them again. "My brother was killed by a vampire. Only, it wasn't recently. I was maybe six or seven at the time. He was the only one I had to depend on, both our parents being dead, you understand. Even now, people still don't believe me when I say a vampire killed my brother. But as to why I fight…." She turned determined eyes on him. "I fight for my brother, not out of revenge but to protect the people that need protecting. Just like he protected me when I needed him."

"That sounds like a just cause," Wufei said leaning an elbow on his knee and resting his chin in his upturned palm. "And how long have you been with us?"

"Five months since I found out about this organization, sir," Hilde said leaning against the doorframe.

"Maybe it's about time you moved up in rank." Wufei gave her a smile. "Even though you went against orders and came into the warehouse, you ended up saving my life. I don't think that can just go away without some kind of reward. Not to mention, you've been getting better these days." He saluted her with a hand over his heart. "So you're moving from a candidate to a captain."

"Oh wow! Thank you, sir!" She bowed her head to him in respect then gave him a wide grin.

"Don't thank me, thank yourself. Now go find Sally Po and tell me I'm still waiting on my clothes."

"Yes sir!" Hilde turned, running from the door quickly to fulfill his orders. Wufei sighed softly. For some reason he felt like he didn't have time left, like something was going to happen soon, something big. "Heero, if you were in my shoes, what would you do, hm?"

Heero sneezed slightly then blinked in confusion at that. It was still strange how a vampire couldn't be alive but could still manage to sneeze. He walked from the bedroom he and Duo shared, moving down the hallway quietly. His thoughts had become restless, tormenting him more and more with the visions in his dreams. He was finding that he didn't even want to rest anymore. Cursing silently, he kept walking, wearing only the spandex shorts and green tank top his master had given him, off of one of his victims no less. Vampires didn't get cold, or at least he didn't. This was just something to walk around the palace with. His master had plans of giving him something new to wear, but for right now this was it. Not to mention the rest of his clothes were stained with blood and well…his master wasn't very well known with washing.

His yellow sneakers coming to a stop, Heero stood there, glaring into the darkness as he hugged himself more for comfort than for warmth. He could hear someone coming up the hallway. He couldn't be sure which it was, but it was not his master. He would have sensed it then. It wasn't Quatre's tiny steps or Trowa's silent ones either. These steps were sure of themselves, positive in the decision to be here. As a boot foot came into view, Heero narrowed his eyes further, a name being grounded from his lips.

"Treize…." The spoken of figure stepped free from the darkness, coming to stand before the shorter boy in all his elegant grace. He'd acquired a strange renaissance type outfit during his stay away. But even that wasn't so drastic a change as his demeanor. He was somehow darker, eviler. Shining red eyes stared down at him, long fangs flashing a moment to give him caution.

"I have seen Wufei," Treize said, a sadistic little smirk sliding to his lips. "He seems to be doing rather well."

"Did you do anything to him?" Heero asked giving him an accusing stare.

"Not at all," Treize said lifting a hand as if tossing the matter aside. "I gave him a greeting, nothing more and nothing less." Heero frowned slightly. He hadn't see Treize in well over a year at most. For the other to come back so suddenly meant one of two things. Either something was really about to happen, or both Quatre and Duo were gone. Trowa would probably not be a threat at all considering he rarely ever came out of his room. So that left him and Treize to themselves.

"What do you want, Treize?," Heero demanded continuing to watch him. If they were changed at about the same time, their strengths had to be close to equal, so he hoped.
"I just came to give an old friend a welcoming hello." Treize's grin grew wider as he watched him. "And to tell you that we may yet return to the palace soon. My master has taken over Dermail's courtship and therefore is a very high and important vampire now. The palace will serve well and fit everyone in as well as a great place for feasting. You'd do well to give your respects to my master when he returns."

Heero's glare grew hotter but he forced himself to calm down. This wasn't turning out at all like he wanted. Nothing was right, nothing felt right. Somehow he knew he was the one who had to fix it. Somehow this was all in his hands. But he wouldn't go without Trowa. He wouldn't leave the other to the fate of Quatre, nor would he let Quatre hurt him any longer. "I don't care who wants to live here, just as long as they stay out of my way." He turned around to walk back down the hallway when Treize's voice stopped him again.

"You wouldn't be thinking about running away, would you? That could receive very harsh punishment, you know."

"Go play with your master." Heero turned and kept walking, not exactly liking the feel of eyes on his ass, but ignoring it all the less. So…Zechs wanted to move back in, did he? It was true he was probably strongest out of all of them, but something about Zechs wasn't right. But then Heero kept forgetting that everything was going wrong. Treize was different. Quatre and Duo were different. Trowa was different. Hell even Wufei was probably different. It wasn't great having to see these outcomes. And from what he dreams were saying, these outcomes were about to get much worse soon. Whatever was to happen, was going to effect the world like nothing else. It would bring chaos and disorder, and eventually all life and even the undead would perish. Maybe it was time he paid Wufei a visit himself. But he had a feeling the other wasn't going to like seeing his face around.

TBC…

That's it for now ^^; But hey I DID put something up, yes? ^^ Therefore you can't beat me up too badly. *snickers* I hope this came out to everyone's liking. I'm actually still juggling two stories at one time ^^; and yes I am still lazy.