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: Yep stillllll lazy! *blinks* I'm a bummage college student so sue me. And as for any other comments by way of review, yes I am American, I know English, and I'm not exactly the perfect person when it comes to grammar and spelling so get off my back about it ok? Geez, that was kinda an insult, like saying I have no speaking, typing abilities of any kind. Course if that were truth then I guess I wouldn't be able to speak now would I? ^^ Anywho, I don't have a beta reader and I don't plan on picking up any ole random person so just chill, k? ^^ Just enjoy the story. It's there for your entertainment even if it's not perfect. ^^; I don't have millions of people reading well ok I don't have millions of people that I'm paying to read over my stuff for me. *blinks* And it's not like I get paid to write it ^^ It's also for my enjoyment too. *blinks* Ok maybe I'm being harsh my bad. Anyway *blinks* um story! My reviewers still rock! ^^

Helpful Notes: "talking and crap" = intercom thingy

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

Crimson Targets Bloodred Nights 4

It was nighttime. It was always nighttime. Or at least to him it was. Lifting his hand up, Heero gave a solid knock on Quatre's door. If luck were with him, Quatre would really be out already. This would be a perfect time to grab Trowa and go. When he got no response he frowned a bit giving another knock. As the seconds passed Heero reached down grabbing hold of the doorknob and turned it quietly pushing the door to let it open. He didn't take a step inside, first wanting his eyes to adjust just incase Quatre were there to ambush him. As he finally took everything in, he found Trowa huddle in the corner of room, his knees against his chest and his arms wrapped around them. For a minute they just stared at each other through the darkness, unstable emerald eyes watching softened cobalt eyes.

"Trowa…" Heero spoke the name softly, so as not to startle him. The other didn't move, still watching him, almost waiting on him to take a step closer. He looked wild, Heero thought. That cat gear and collar didn't help either. It showed just how much control his master had over him. Heero did admit that it did look cute on the other and that any other time he probably would have lifted a brow at it, but today, with the way things were going, he just couldn't stand seeing it.

As Heero started to take a step into the room, Trowa finally spoke, stirring from his spot as he rested his arms at his side. "Don't enter."

Heero lifted a brow then, taking his foot back. "Trowa what's this all about?" Trowa just kept watching him with those wild eyes, licking at his lips a minute. Nervousness?

"No one's allowed to enter my master's room," Trowa looked away a second before looking back at him. "I am only following my master's wishes."

At that Heero snorted, folding his arms over his chest as he gave a glare. "Don't you see that he's using you, Trowa. Snap out of it."

Trowa glared too, starting to crawl closer now, moving slowly as he spoke, his tail swaying back and forth over his ass, the motion seeming strangely lethal. "Yeah, that's right. He is using me. I am snapped out of it. I finally understand. I know the truth of my master's desires. And of all people he wants you. Not Duo, not a new slave, but you." Trowa stopped in front of him, slowly standing to his feet and lifted his face to look at Heero. "I really don't see what it is he sees in you," he sneered.

Heero just grunted staring the other straight into the eyes. He didn't even know himself. Hell, he couldn't even stand the blond vampire in his presence. "Whatever he sees in me I don't see in him. Listen to me. Something is not right. The dreams…." He frowned a bit then decided to reword what he was going to say. Trowa would probably think he was crazy if he started talking about visions and dreams as real things. Not that Trowa was that far from an unlit bulb himself. "Our masters are not themselves. Duo is starting to lose himself to his anger and Quatre…is…they're just not themselves." Heero paused watching Trowa's eyes, his expressions knowing that the other was thinking about this, taking it in. "In order to make things go back to the way they were we need to get out of the castle." Trowa nodded slightly though Heero could tell he was debating it. He could tell by his eyes, how he was looking off in the distance, obviously thinking it over, fighting something inside him. "We'll go see Wufei. Maybe we can figure something out together."

Trowa's eyes seemed to widen at that statement and he started to slowly back away from the other shaking his head. "No, no I can't go! Quatre…Quatre would be very angry with me if I left." Trowa looked off to the side, rubbing his left hand subconsciously over his right shoulder, Heero's eyes following the action. "I was ordered to stay here and to make sure no one entered his room unless he said so. I," he paused a second, collecting his thoughts it seemed before he looked down at the floor, towards his bared feet. "I will follow my master's wishes no matter what he thinks of me as."

Heero just grunted at that. "He's making you no more than a mere puppet. Besides, if something is wrong with him, wouldn't you rather help him? The only way you can help him is if you come with me. We're doing no good sitting around like we're a bunch of old dogs waiting for our master to come home and feed us." Trowa looked at him again, his eyes calming, if only slightly.

"Y-You're right, Heero. I can't stay here and watch my master suffer." There was still hesitation, but step by step Trowa made his trek to the door standing just in front of Heero once again. Heero just stepped to the side opening the threshold of the darkness of the hallway, and also to Trowa's freedom. He could see the other take a deep breath, his hands trembling at his sides before he took his first step out of Quatre's room in months. Generally, Heero didn't want to think about how long one of his best friends had been trapped to the mercy of a maddened vampire. Just the thought of it made him seethe in anger. Of course, who was he to talk about being trapped. He knew without having it happening yet that both Quatre and Duo would be livid. They would probably be at each other's throats. Which meant that he and Trowa had to hurry with what they needed to do before they returned to find one or both of their masters dead.

Heero turned heading down the hallway, automatically expecting the other to follow him. He could feel Trowa's presence behind him so he knew he was keeping up. There was supposed to be a lunar eclipse out tonight. Interesting how he'd picked the darkest of all times to go out. Something else nagged as him as well though, the fact that since he was bound to Duo, that Duo could easily find him. The same would be with Trowa and Quatre. That made their time even shorter. Maybe if they were lucky they would be fighting enough to not think about it.

Wufei reached up, popping the crick out of his neck as he sat in his car in front of his apartment. He'd been sitting in there most of the night, for some reason, finding himself not really ready to go up to his room. Soft music played on the radio, the station crackling at times because of the bad connection. It was a strangely quiet and eerie night. Not even the moon or even stars were out. Oh yes, it was a lunar eclipse. In fact if it weren't for the city lights, Wufei wouldn't even be able to see anything. Somehow though, things didn't feel right. His car was an old, torn up piece of machinery that even he was sometimes embarrassed to ride around in. Well it wasn't like being a vampire hunter paid millions. Hell, most people thought he was a loon as it was. If he wanted money he'd just have to get a second job like a normal person. But then he wasn't normal, was it? He shivered reaching a hand up to the back of his neck and sliding it pasting the black turtle neck, touching the faint bite marks there. Even after four years he could still feel the marks. Even after four years they were still visible, if only slightly faded. Even after four years…he was still being tormented by those vile villainous creatures of the night.

He had no close friends, his only friends having been turned to vampires long ago. He remembered when he'd seen them, stared hatred at them, vowed to kill them. Two he said he would kill out of mercy. Treize, who was turned against his will, and Trowa, who had been brainwashed into joining them. Heero was the only one he would kill out of spite. He was the one who had joined them willingly, even given up his body and blood for them. He remembered it well. All of it spilled on that rooftop. He remembered that braided idiot of a vampire grinning at him menacingly, telling him that because Heero had saved his life, Wufei would be allowed to leave. Sometimes, though, he wondered if that one vampire even knew the unbidden bargain that Zechs had placed on his life, that he really didn't have a choice. Or maybe it was a double meaning. He could leave…but for how long? Wufei didn't like being used as a toy. And he refused to be used now.

Wufei shook his head quickly, taking his hand away from the markings. He should probably head upstairs to his room. He needed some sleep. Who knew when the next vampire attack would happen? As he placed his hand on the keys to take them out of the ignition, he saw something flash by his back window through his rearview mirror. He paused, his body freezing up as suspicion grew in him. Something was wrong? What was that? He'd learned that just dismissing a bad feeling could be fatal. Whatever it was, it was waiting for him. Did the vampire scum know his place of living? Was Wufei that careless? He should have taken precautions, moving from place to place to elude them.

He took the key out and opened his door stepping out into the chilled air and pulled his coat around him. It was strangely chilly tonight. A sign of bad omens? He didn't know, he really never paid attention to that sort of stuff. As he turned and closed the door he thought he saw another thing flash by him. He was certain now…something was there. If he made it up to his room, maybe he'd have time to prepare. As he turned and started running towards the apartment, he felt eyes on him. Again he was being watch. But by who? He shook that thought away quickly going up the steps, fourth floor, fifth floor, all the way to the seventh floor. Most people would think it insane to run up that flight of stairs, but for him it was nothing. As he got to the seventh floor and stood before his door, he felt a presence. Someone was inside. They were waiting for him. A tingling sensation went through his body as he slid a hand into his trench coat, pulling free his gun, the one with the special bullets that was made especially made for vampires. Holding it ready, he took his key and stuck it in the keyhole, turning it and unlocking the door. He couldn't let on that he was suspicious and ready to kill. He held his breath, holding on to the doorknob then counted silently to himself before turning it quickly and pushing it open. He jumped quickly, holding the gun up, preparing to fire off rounds when he saw something that shocked him.

Heero sat casually on Wufei's couch, just staring at him through the darkness of the apartment. He didn't seem at all shocked or surprised to see him there, which sent a sort of panic through Wufei's body. Why was he here?!

TBC…

Ah ^^; I know it's short and I got kinda lazy continuing so I just stopped it there and started another chapter. *blinks* ^^; You can kill me later. Anyway Chap 5 is in the works ^^ And well it also felt like a good place to stop somehow. *blinks* So yeah ^^ cliffhangers rock unless like you're the one reading it *blinks* Heh. ^^;