I was cold.
It amazed how a few simple pills could take me from near freezing to feverish in ten minutes. I knew, for I had counted the seconds between pills and the heat. It was always ten minutes flat.
I was cold and hungry.
I guess they never told these guys that even people like me need to eat real food, even if I didn't need as much as normal people.
I was cold and hungry... and lonely. I wanted my bear. When they had gone to get my things they had not come back with my bear. I was both upset and relieved at that. Relieved because they hadn't touched it, my prized possession. They hadn't soiled or torn it. I wouldn't put it past them to use something as simple as a bear against me. I was upset because I didn't know where my bear was. As far back as I could remember I had kept my bear with me, safely guarded, and now he was gone. But more than anything, I wanted my Duo. He became my Duo the moment I laid eyes on him, even though I never told him. He was so beautiful and graceful and... so damn strong. I have to cling to that. I need that inner strength, or I might just break. Duo's not afraid of anything, he could take what I'm going through with a smile. Even if it is killing me bit by bit, Duo'd survive. I need him even though I know I can never have him. He'd hate me if he found out the truth. I couldn't take that kind of hate, not from him. I don't even deserve to cling to him, not after all the horrible things I've done. I'm a murderer, a cold unfeeling bastard. And what's worse, I'm not even human. I think I was going to risk it that night, the night after the last battle. I was going to tell him I loved him and what I truly was, then hope that he could still stand to look at me. But I was so tired, and so weak, that I just had to stop at Relena's for a quick bite. Yes, I bit the Queen of the World. I'm a vampire.
How does one get to such the blood from the queen of the world with no one the wise? I actually did it the first night I spent at the school. She seemed average to me and I wanted to scare her away from me after that incident on the beach. However, all she remembered was a "dream" of me coming into her room at night. Her young mind romanticized it into thinking we were lovers, though I had never done anything to promote that idea. By the time she figured that I was sucking the blood right out of her body, she was so obsessed with me that she didn't care. That was why I didn't kill her. Not only was she the first normal person I had met that didn't care I was a vampire, she was also a free meal ticket. There were three reasons I stopped to see Relena, and it certainly wasn't because I wanted to see her more than Duo. Firstly, the battle had taken a lot of my strength, and I'd been hurt several times, so I was extremely hungry. I didn't want to risk even looking like I would attack Duo, because I would rather die than do that. Secondly, if I didn't drink for an extended period of time I would begin to look as bad as I felt, and I wanted to look and feel good for this. I expected it would be the most important night of my life. Well, perhaps the second most important. And the third reason was, of course, to tell her whatever she had thought we had was over, and I would not come to see her again. She was saddened by this news, of course, but I think somewhat relieved as well. Perhaps she had grown up in the time we had been together and finally realized that her life and mine simply wouldn't mesh. Whatever the reason, we parted on good terms, but I doubted we'd keep in touch.
With all these things to lay to rest, I could only hope Duo would understand my... "borrowing" of his motorcycle. I knew how important it was to him, and I was very careful with it. I simply didn't want to deal with the mess and hassle of stealing a car, and I knew Duo's bike wasn't registered, so he wouldn't alert authorities to my activities. If anything, he'd come after me himself. I almost hoped he did, because then I could be sure that he hadn't left town, of which I was desperately afraid. I didn't want him to get away before I could talk to him. Unfortunately, in my enthusiasm, I must have taken just a hint too much blood from Relena, for she fainted when I finished. Hoping not to make a scene, I turned out the lights and put her to bed, wishing despite myself that I could slip in beside her. Or, better yet, beside Duo. The heavy meal in my stomach, along with the battle that I had been in not a day before, was wearing me down. I needed rest, but I wanted to get to Duo first. I wanted it finished, so I could start my new life without any delay. But it wouldn't start that night, or any night for a long time after. That night, while I was leaving Relena's house, groggy and lazy from being full, Dr. J's goons had nabbed me. I had hoped, naively, that they would give me this one night to rest and settle my affairs. I hadn't intended to desert now that my end of the bargain had been fulfilled, but I also didn't like Dr. J. I hadn't wanted to go through any more of his tests alone. When the thugs came at me, I tried to reason with them, but they weren't listening, and jumped me before I had a chance to defend myself. Dr. j had studied me for years, and with my weakened state I was no match for them. They loaded myself and Duo's bike into a nondescript van and drove for several hours to one of Dr. J's facilities. Once there, I was under their power. Dr. J said that he was going to turn me human, as per our agreement, and I really didn't want to slow him down, though I desperately wanted to get in touch with Duo. So I didn't fight them, even though my instincts were screaming at me to get away, and within a week I was too drugged to know which way was up, let alone how to escape. I was weak. It took me almost two months to figure out that they weren't trying to turn me human, that they never were. They kept taking blood out of me and putting more in. I hated feeding, hated drinking something else's life, but at least when I did it I was sure the other would live. What they fed to me was dead and had been dead for a good while. They held me down and pried my jaws apart, then poured blood in until lust over took me and I drank on my own. There were six of them holding me down and at first it was Dr. J that poured the liquid in. Even though Dr. J only helped once, the image of him standing over me, sneering, while he poured blood all over me in my struggles, haunted me. When I begged my captors to stop, it was his name I used most often. Then there were the drugs they used to keep me weak and test something in me. I don't know, maybe they were all just sadistic. The pills gave me fever and chills, made my stomach cramp horribly, and made me try to vomit even though it was impossible. Worst of all were the hallucinations. Some where just lay-overs of my feedings and beatings when the orderlies had to hold me down and take blood. Some where of the war, of the girl and her puppy, of the people I'd killed, of the other pilots being killed. But the one's I couldn't stand were of Duo.
Sometimes he'd come in and kiss me, a harsh, passionate kiss, but his lips were dead. Then he'd smile evilly, throw me back against the bed, and ravage and bite me. It wasn't too hard to realize it was a dream, though, because it was hard for me to believe Duo could ever be so cruel. The proof was on my body, because there were never any marks on me save the ones I made myself. Other times I'd go to Duo and tell him of my love, show him what I was, and he'd turn away in disgust. In a fit of rage I would bring my hand back and hit him until his dead and hollowed eyes registered in my head and I knew I'd killed him. This dream was harder to disbelieve, because I was often afraid of my own strength and temper. I spent many a night searching my room for Duo's blood and hoping the orderlies hadn't dragged off his body. I knew couldn't stay in here much longer. It was like living in hell. I had to escape before I lost my sanity. I was desperate, and in my desperation I became calm and cunning. Luckily for me, the orderlies had become lazy with me in a drugged and disoriented state. They stopped bothering with extra shackles and double guards. Sometimes they didn't guard me at all. I slipped a tiny piece of wire into my pocket when one of the orderlies was dumb enough to leave their cart within my reach, then picked the lock on my room when he was gone. It was so simple that I cursed myself for not doing it before. I should have run for it the moment I was out of my room, but I needed to know what they were torturing me for. So, instead of giving in to temptation and running for the exit, I ran deeper into the heart of this horrible place. No one expected me to get out of my cage, or for anyone to get this deep into the lab, so it was painfully easy to get to the restricted part of the lab. I will never be sorry I did, because what I found there chilled my blood. It was a nursery room for test-tube babies. Except, on closer examination, all the babies had fangs. And some of them weren't even human, some were dogs and cats and other animals. But they all had fangs, they were all vampires.
They weren't trying to find a cure, they were trying to make a whole damn army!
I destroyed every last tube. I trashed the computers. Then I set the room on fire. I don't think it helped matters much, but it made me feel better and it distracted them so I could get away. While they dealt with the fire, I snuck down to storage and found my personal items. But it was a long walk to the storeroom, and I was exhausted by the time I got there. It was proof of how weak I had become. I grabbed my guns and hopped on Duo's bike, hoping to get a few miles behind me before having to ditch it. It hurt, to know that I was going to abandon the only thing I had left of Duo, but I didn't have a choice. The bike wouldn't be able to get through dense forest, but my only hope was to get ahead of my pursuers while I could. I was just outside of the compound when I heard the sirens blare and they let loose the dogs.
I was cold and hungry... and lonely. I wanted my bear. When they had gone to get my things they had not come back with my bear. I was both upset and relieved at that. Relieved because they hadn't touched it, my prized possession. They hadn't soiled or torn it. I wouldn't put it past them to use something as simple as a bear against me. I was upset because I didn't know where my bear was. As far back as I could remember I had kept my bear with me, safely guarded, and now he was gone. But more than anything, I wanted my Duo. He became my Duo the moment I laid eyes on him, even though I never told him. He was so beautiful and graceful and... so damn strong. I have to cling to that. I need that inner strength, or I might just break. Duo's not afraid of anything, he could take what I'm going through with a smile. Even if it is killing me bit by bit, Duo'd survive. I need him even though I know I can never have him. He'd hate me if he found out the truth. I couldn't take that kind of hate, not from him. I don't even deserve to cling to him, not after all the horrible things I've done. I'm a murderer, a cold unfeeling bastard. And what's worse, I'm not even human. I think I was going to risk it that night, the night after the last battle. I was going to tell him I loved him and what I truly was, then hope that he could still stand to look at me. But I was so tired, and so weak, that I just had to stop at Relena's for a quick bite. Yes, I bit the Queen of the World. I'm a vampire.
How does one get to such the blood from the queen of the world with no one the wise? I actually did it the first night I spent at the school. She seemed average to me and I wanted to scare her away from me after that incident on the beach. However, all she remembered was a "dream" of me coming into her room at night. Her young mind romanticized it into thinking we were lovers, though I had never done anything to promote that idea. By the time she figured that I was sucking the blood right out of her body, she was so obsessed with me that she didn't care. That was why I didn't kill her. Not only was she the first normal person I had met that didn't care I was a vampire, she was also a free meal ticket. There were three reasons I stopped to see Relena, and it certainly wasn't because I wanted to see her more than Duo. Firstly, the battle had taken a lot of my strength, and I'd been hurt several times, so I was extremely hungry. I didn't want to risk even looking like I would attack Duo, because I would rather die than do that. Secondly, if I didn't drink for an extended period of time I would begin to look as bad as I felt, and I wanted to look and feel good for this. I expected it would be the most important night of my life. Well, perhaps the second most important. And the third reason was, of course, to tell her whatever she had thought we had was over, and I would not come to see her again. She was saddened by this news, of course, but I think somewhat relieved as well. Perhaps she had grown up in the time we had been together and finally realized that her life and mine simply wouldn't mesh. Whatever the reason, we parted on good terms, but I doubted we'd keep in touch.
With all these things to lay to rest, I could only hope Duo would understand my... "borrowing" of his motorcycle. I knew how important it was to him, and I was very careful with it. I simply didn't want to deal with the mess and hassle of stealing a car, and I knew Duo's bike wasn't registered, so he wouldn't alert authorities to my activities. If anything, he'd come after me himself. I almost hoped he did, because then I could be sure that he hadn't left town, of which I was desperately afraid. I didn't want him to get away before I could talk to him. Unfortunately, in my enthusiasm, I must have taken just a hint too much blood from Relena, for she fainted when I finished. Hoping not to make a scene, I turned out the lights and put her to bed, wishing despite myself that I could slip in beside her. Or, better yet, beside Duo. The heavy meal in my stomach, along with the battle that I had been in not a day before, was wearing me down. I needed rest, but I wanted to get to Duo first. I wanted it finished, so I could start my new life without any delay. But it wouldn't start that night, or any night for a long time after. That night, while I was leaving Relena's house, groggy and lazy from being full, Dr. J's goons had nabbed me. I had hoped, naively, that they would give me this one night to rest and settle my affairs. I hadn't intended to desert now that my end of the bargain had been fulfilled, but I also didn't like Dr. J. I hadn't wanted to go through any more of his tests alone. When the thugs came at me, I tried to reason with them, but they weren't listening, and jumped me before I had a chance to defend myself. Dr. j had studied me for years, and with my weakened state I was no match for them. They loaded myself and Duo's bike into a nondescript van and drove for several hours to one of Dr. J's facilities. Once there, I was under their power. Dr. J said that he was going to turn me human, as per our agreement, and I really didn't want to slow him down, though I desperately wanted to get in touch with Duo. So I didn't fight them, even though my instincts were screaming at me to get away, and within a week I was too drugged to know which way was up, let alone how to escape. I was weak. It took me almost two months to figure out that they weren't trying to turn me human, that they never were. They kept taking blood out of me and putting more in. I hated feeding, hated drinking something else's life, but at least when I did it I was sure the other would live. What they fed to me was dead and had been dead for a good while. They held me down and pried my jaws apart, then poured blood in until lust over took me and I drank on my own. There were six of them holding me down and at first it was Dr. J that poured the liquid in. Even though Dr. J only helped once, the image of him standing over me, sneering, while he poured blood all over me in my struggles, haunted me. When I begged my captors to stop, it was his name I used most often. Then there were the drugs they used to keep me weak and test something in me. I don't know, maybe they were all just sadistic. The pills gave me fever and chills, made my stomach cramp horribly, and made me try to vomit even though it was impossible. Worst of all were the hallucinations. Some where just lay-overs of my feedings and beatings when the orderlies had to hold me down and take blood. Some where of the war, of the girl and her puppy, of the people I'd killed, of the other pilots being killed. But the one's I couldn't stand were of Duo.
Sometimes he'd come in and kiss me, a harsh, passionate kiss, but his lips were dead. Then he'd smile evilly, throw me back against the bed, and ravage and bite me. It wasn't too hard to realize it was a dream, though, because it was hard for me to believe Duo could ever be so cruel. The proof was on my body, because there were never any marks on me save the ones I made myself. Other times I'd go to Duo and tell him of my love, show him what I was, and he'd turn away in disgust. In a fit of rage I would bring my hand back and hit him until his dead and hollowed eyes registered in my head and I knew I'd killed him. This dream was harder to disbelieve, because I was often afraid of my own strength and temper. I spent many a night searching my room for Duo's blood and hoping the orderlies hadn't dragged off his body. I knew couldn't stay in here much longer. It was like living in hell. I had to escape before I lost my sanity. I was desperate, and in my desperation I became calm and cunning. Luckily for me, the orderlies had become lazy with me in a drugged and disoriented state. They stopped bothering with extra shackles and double guards. Sometimes they didn't guard me at all. I slipped a tiny piece of wire into my pocket when one of the orderlies was dumb enough to leave their cart within my reach, then picked the lock on my room when he was gone. It was so simple that I cursed myself for not doing it before. I should have run for it the moment I was out of my room, but I needed to know what they were torturing me for. So, instead of giving in to temptation and running for the exit, I ran deeper into the heart of this horrible place. No one expected me to get out of my cage, or for anyone to get this deep into the lab, so it was painfully easy to get to the restricted part of the lab. I will never be sorry I did, because what I found there chilled my blood. It was a nursery room for test-tube babies. Except, on closer examination, all the babies had fangs. And some of them weren't even human, some were dogs and cats and other animals. But they all had fangs, they were all vampires.
They weren't trying to find a cure, they were trying to make a whole damn army!
I destroyed every last tube. I trashed the computers. Then I set the room on fire. I don't think it helped matters much, but it made me feel better and it distracted them so I could get away. While they dealt with the fire, I snuck down to storage and found my personal items. But it was a long walk to the storeroom, and I was exhausted by the time I got there. It was proof of how weak I had become. I grabbed my guns and hopped on Duo's bike, hoping to get a few miles behind me before having to ditch it. It hurt, to know that I was going to abandon the only thing I had left of Duo, but I didn't have a choice. The bike wouldn't be able to get through dense forest, but my only hope was to get ahead of my pursuers while I could. I was just outside of the compound when I heard the sirens blare and they let loose the dogs.
