Buwahaha! A new chapter!

There is some slight...sexually graphic moments in this chapter, so younger readers are fairly warned!

Enjoy!

Heero was glad to have the club to distract him for a while. He had barely made it back to his underground flat the night before, with the mess Wufei and Quatre were stirring up in the wake of Catherine's information. The blonde had even called his home first thing after sunset, telling him that he had gone back to their apartment where their historical files were kept, trying to find a different remedy to their situation.

So far, he was having no luck.

Heero only escaped being forcibly enlisted to help out by saying he had to stop into Midnight Masquerade before he did anything else. He actually did hope he could get something out of his mother, if she was willing to talk. He had the nasty feeling that she was only going to feign innocence as per the norm, but he could still attempt it, and it would kill time before he had to go back and face Wufei and the others.

"YUY!"

Noin came charging up to him, stopping him in his tracks with a hand flat against his chest and a highly disturbed look on her face. "We have a problem!"

"Why am I hearing that phrase so much lately?" he muttered darkly, frowning. "Why are you so upset?"

"Well, we were going to find you last night when it happened, but it was so late, and you didn't come back with Catherine, so Middie and I assumed it took longer than expected with the slayers," the purple-haired woman said in a rush, her expression turning anxious. "That guy, Duo, he's here, in the club! Dorothy turned him! He came busting through the doors last night when we closed and threw me across the bar, but the moment Dorothy came in the room, he was her little puppet. He went to her and her hold him and pet him like a toy!"

Shock trilled through his limbs and desperation kicked in, though outwardly Heero was the perfect picture of stoicism. "Where are they now?"

"Inside, it's terrible," Noin grabbed him by the arm and wretched him down the sidewalk. "She's talking some shit about getting rid of 'unworthy' vampires, a 'holy cleansing', I think that's how she put it. That it should be about the purebloods and the elder vampires, that new ones should be wiped out and that the slayer is her weapon to do it."

"What! She hasn't killed anyone in Midnight Masquerade, has she?"

"No, not yet anyway, but I do think that we're going to have a repeat of last night, with that -thing- roaming the streets and killing vampires off," she replied, agitated as she released her hold.

Heero threw open the doors to the club and stalked inside. Being late as he was, they had already opened the place and there were people everywhere. Une was behind the bar, where Noin made a beeline to, and she had the same worried expression on her face as her lover did.

Odin materialized out of the crowd and found himself in quite the predicament as his son snatched him up by his collar in a death grip.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Heero demanded coldly, glaring. "I leave yesterday to calm our situation down, and I come back to my mother not only coveting the man I was searching for last night, but that she really did turn him into one of us AND she's declaring war!"

"I have nothing to do with this!" Odin rasped out angrily. "I'm just as furious as you are about it! I've tried talking some sense into Dorothy, but she won't listen to me!"

"Convenient," he remarked, letting go of his shirt roughly.

"I'm telling you the truth," the elder man replied, massaging his throat. "In fact, I'm on my way out. I want nothing to do with your mother and her idiotic schemes, so I'm returning to Europe. Hopefully it won't be ten years before we see each other again."

"Spare me the pity act. Ten years is not but a blink of an eye for you," Heero said flatly. "I hope it's a lot longer than that before I have to deal with you and my mother again."

He turned sharply on his heel and pushed his way into the throng of people, moving around tables and couches while he scanned for Duo. Of course. There was Dorothy, at a table situated just right and commanded a view of the entire room. There were many simpering vampires hanging around, so that he couldn't get a good look as he approached. But the moment he got close, two women stepped away and he was struck like lightning by the sight that was the 'new' Duo.

He had been changed out of the clothes he had last seen him in, he was swathed now with a loose button up silk shirt of deep violet that electrified the almost violent amethyst color of his eyes and painted on black leather pants that left nothing to the imagination. His hair was still down, unbound, in curtains of shimmering chestnut around him as he sat in repose, his arms stretched out on the top of the couch.

Duo spoke to no one, only sitting there looking pretty with Dorothy next to him, her hand on his thigh like it was super-glued in a sign of absolute possessiveness as she chatted with the group about her.

Once Heero mind registered that final fact, he remembered to breath and the reason he had come barging up through the club to get to her. Anger instantly returned, momentarily shattering his utter fascination. "Dorothy!" he barked harshly, shoving the last few people aside that were in his way and standing before the two on the chair. "What is this bullshit?"

"Hello to you too," she smiled slyly, then gestured at the free space on the other side of Duo. "Come, have a seat, talk with me." Everyone around them vanished quickly as she waved them off.

Heero was frozen to the spot as the former slayer's piercing purple eyes bore into his like lasers.

"Isn't he just perfect?" His mother gloated, the hand she had attached to his thigh brushing up and down and his gaze went from Heero to her. "I think this one is a keeper."

That brought Heero back with a snap. He dropped down heavily to the couch, weighing his words to decide how not to sound suspicious. "Do you realize what the hell you've done here? All the hard work from centuries of secrecy, something like this is going to throw the balance between us and the slayers into total chaos and soon the whole world will know about things humans can't handle."

"That's exactly what I'm trying to do," Dorothy said airily. "We, the powerful, should be in control, not hiding in the shadows like monsters! We should rule and humans and slayers be our servants. And Duo here will help me, he will eliminate the weak ones of our kind and show just how much better he is now that he's one of us. His traitorous lover and his friends will come running to get him back, and I'll make Duo kill them all one by one."

"You are fucking mental," Heero said, his voice disdainful. "Duo, you can't possibly agree to all this?"

The slayer didn't even acknowledge that the Japanese vampire had spoken to him, he still stared unblinkingly at Dorothy like a statue as she laughed lightly. "Heero, Heero, Heero...you don't understand, do you? I tainted him twice before I turned him; he's completely under my power. As you can see, he doesn't even move or speak without my influence," she chuckled.

"You sound so sure of yourself," he replied stonily, hating this situation more and more as time passed.

"I am," Dorothy smiled smugly. "The only way to get him back would be to kill me. Well, unless he killed himself...but I don't see that happening."

"They're going to stop you, you know," Heero remarked, silently fuming. "The slayers are a lot more powerful than you make them out to be."

"What makes you think that?" she asked suspiciously, narrowing her icy blue eyes at him.

"I spoke with them last night with Catherine, remember? Trying to fix -this- problem that I thought didn't exist, because they were blaming us for Duo's disappearance. I guess that was a waste of time," he glowered. "They can surprise you, mother, so I wouldn't be so flippant about the slayers."

"I think -you- are the one who is mental," Dorothy shot back, amused. "Maybe Duo here can...persuade you to change your mind. Darling, have some fun with my son while I go socialize." She finally removed her hand from his leg and stood, walking off onto the dance floor.

As if a switch had been flipped, Duo's unwavering attention locked on to Heero like a gun scope. He didn't know whether to be disgusted at the level of control Dorothy had over his friend now, or to fear for his life, because he now knew what it felt like to be looked at like prey by a predator.

He had once thought like his mother, back when he gave Wufei so much hell over being a weak man and he himself killed mercilessly. But so much was different because of Wufei and Duo...and now...He knew there -had- to be some piece of Duo left in the person prowling across the couch towards him, a piece that loathed this situation as much as he did. He knew Duo didn't think a thing at all like Dorothy, and he was suddenly glad that Wufei was stuck in bed at Irea's instead of here.

"Duo, listen to me, we're going to get you out of this," Heero said, almost desperate as the slayer slid into his lap, pinning him against the chair with his legs straddling him around the waist. His hair encircled him, filling his nose with the thick scent of lavender vanilla and he was lost in the purple haze of his eyes.

"Don't speak, just have fun with me," Duo purred seductively, leaning in so close that their noses touched and their bodies were pressed tightly together.

Heero's heart was beating a billion miles per second. "D- Duo- the others- Wufei-" he managed to whisper, but his choked words instantly died as Duo's soft hand covered his mouth.

"Shh, I said don't speak..."

He removed the hand, replacing it with his equally petal soft lips and he ran his fingers from Heero's unruly hair to his chest and torso. Grinding their hips together, his kisses moved down his chin and hovered particularly long over the sensitive areas of his throat.

Heero -was- insane. Or he had just gone insane. All he could coherently comprehend was that his arms had wrapped around Duo's waist in a crushing grip and the sensations the slayer was eliciting from him were feelings he had never felt even on his best kills.

The image of a certain seriously injured Chinese man broke through his sexual euphoria and he went stock-still, reality crashing down upon him like a glacial waterfall. "Stop this, Duo! Wufei is the one you love and he's frantic with worry about you!"

Duo rubbed up a little harder on his groin. "Forget about them! It's all about us now," he replied huskily, leaning down to recapture his lips again but Heero turned his head away and stood up with him still wrapped around his midsection, dropping him rather unceremoniously onto the couch.

"You're wrong, it's all about what Dorothy commands you to do," he spat roughly, his flushed visage betraying his inner turmoil. "I'm leaving."

"NO!" Duo moved like lightning and suddenly materialized in front of him, shoving him onto the chair, sprawled flat out on his back with the wind knocked out of him as he climbed on and pinned him down. "I didn't say I was done with you yet. You can't leave me."

Heero's inner turmoil turned angry, this definitely wasn't the Duo he knew. "Fuck off, -you- can't tell me what to do. -I- said I'm leaving," he made to get up, but found that the slayer was...stronger than him. He couldn't get the inhuman thing on top of him to budge an inch with him using all his strength to hold him down.

Now he was little afraid.

Scratch that. Very afraid.

How could he possibly be stronger than him?

Duo was leaning in close again, but before he could do anything, Dorothy's voice filtered in over the sound of people and music.

"My darling, come over here and keep me company for a while," she said cheerfully, standing over to two. "Seeing you have so much fun with my son is making me rather jealous. You can play with him again another time."

The switch turned and as if nothing at all had happened, Duo was on his feet and following the blonde over to the new table she has seized without another word.

Heero remembered to breathe. This was a potentially lethal situation he had gotten himself into, but at least now he had a grasp of what was going on and the slayers wouldn't be left in the dark anymore. He got up hastily and ran out of Midnight Masquerade as fast as he could, his destination Irea's apartment.

(dun dun dun) What going to happen now! How will Wufei react! Will Heero even tell Wufei how bad Duo is!

Haha, sorry, I watch too many soap operas. The next chapter will certainly be fun.

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