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Quatre woke up suddenly, hearing Sandrock barking downstairs. Getting up and dressing in his denim shorts and light green shirt, Quatre went to the top of the stairs to look down.
Sandrock was barking and growling at something outside, and Quatre quietly went down the steps to the door and put on his sneakers before grabbing Sandrock by the collar and pulling him back towards the stairs.
"Come on," Quatre whispered, patting Sandrock's giant head. "Let's go upstairs, I've missed you. Come on."
Sandrock didn't budge up the steps, and Quatre sat on the bottom step as he tried to figure out how to keep Sandrock safe upstairs.
A crash from upstairs startled Quatre, and he stood up and looked as far as he could upstairs.
"Heero? Is that you? Wufei?" Quatre called out quietly, getting nervous as he heard thumping footsteps along the ceiling.
Quatre backed against the wall and slowly inched away from the stairs, keeping clear of the doors and windows too. Through the soft moonlight from the full moon, Quatre could see shadows moving around upstairs. He ducked into the kitchen area and hid behind the small, wooden dinner table, Sandrock beside him. Quatre quieted his breathing, as the shadows grew closer.
The footsteps stopped, and Quatre held his breath, his fright mounting as he strained to hear any sounds. A hand touched his shoulder, and Quatre let out a blood-curdling scream and pushed against the nearest chair, using it to knock whatever touched him away.
"Ow! Shit! Quatre, it's me!"
Quatre clamped his hands over his mouth and stood up, flicking on the kitchen light. "Trowa?"
Trowa braced himself on the table with one hand as he used the other to rub his injured knee. "Yes, it's just me," Trowa said, grimacing as he rubbed his knee. "I'm sorry I scared you, are you okay?"
Quatre held his hands over his heart, calming himself down. "Yes, I'm fine. Are you all right? I didn't break anything, did I?"
Trowa pulled out a chair and sat down. "What's wrong?" he asked, looking at Quatre worriedly. "You seem rather jumpy, is everything all right?"
"I heard a crash," Quatre said. "Upstairs. After that, I got scared when no one answered me, and I panicked when you touched me."
Trowa reached forward and grasped the front of Quatre's shirt, gently pulling him onto his lap. Quatre sat on Trowa's lap and leaned his head against Trowa's shoulder, his heart calming from the panic attack. Trowa held Quatre against him, stroking his back with one hand.
After only a moment, Quatre felt Trowa stiffen ever so slightly, and he shifted his head more comfortably.
"This is nice," Quatre murmured, and felt lips graze his forehead. Tilting his head up, Quatre closed his eyes and met with Trowa's cool lips.
Soft kisses passed between their lips, and slowly those kisses graduated deeper. Quatre opened his mouth wide and Trowa slid his tongue into Quatre's mouth.
Their eyes opened, and Quatre saw a fire burning in Trowa's forest orbs. Quatre could feel that same fire burning his body as Trowa ran his hands up and down Quatre's back, and across his legs and thighs. Quatre pulled away for air, and Trowa gave him one last gentle kiss before holding him close.
Quatre closed his eyes and sighed, it was nice being held like this, especially after such a fright. Trowa suddenly sensed another presence, and saw the werewolf before it attacked. He recognized it instantly.
"Milliardo!"
Quatre snapped out of his trance and Trowa stood and tossed him over the counter. Quatre landed with a thud on the opposite side, and heard gunshots from the other side. Gasping, Quatre backed up against the counter wall, sitting still as he heard the howls right behind him. Trowa suddenly came sliding off the counter above him, and Quatre felt something grab him from behind, and screamed when he was pulled off the floor and back onto the counter. He was sprawled on his back, and looked up in fear as Milliardo, still transformed, hauled him closer, and Quatre gasped and winced as he felt claws dig into his arms, pinning him down to the counter. He closed his eyes in disgust when a long, wet tongue ran over his face and neck, covering his exposed skin with saliva.
The sensation disappeared when another growl was heard, and Quatre felt Milliardo let go as something leaped over the counter. Quatre wiped his face with his shirtsleeve and jumped off the counter, kneeling next to Trowa as he stirred.
Quatre looked over his shoulder and saw Sandrock and another werewolf, obviously Wufei, attack Milliardo. Trowa opened his eyes and got up onto one knee, and Quatre touched his shoulder as he rested on his knees in front of Trowa.
"Are you hurt?" Quatre asked, deeply worried. Trowa just shook his head, and stood up, Quatre holding his wrists gently.
"Look out!"
Quatre winced as the table slammed into his side, and he was knocked to the floor with a sharp cry as Trowa whirled and fired at Milliardo. Wufei had transformed back, and his black hair was loose as he doubled over to wrap his leg with a white towel, his leg bleeding and torn. Quatre groaned as he got up off the floor, and screamed when Milliardo attacked again. The table was still between them, and Trowa didn't have any time to react before Milliardo lunged forward, pushing the table into Quatre. They went crashing through the door, and Quatre cried out in pain as he fell off the porch steps and landed hard on his back, rolling onto his stomach as he tried to stand to back away.
Trowa aimed and fired again, and this time Milliardo roared in pain before falling to the ground in front of Quatre, finally dead as blood poured from his head. Quatre backed away slowly, he was still fearful Milliardo would get back up to try to kill him.
"Quatre! Don't move!"
Quatre froze in place, and could practically feel the bullets fly by his head to kill another werewolf coming out of the lake behind him. Trowa ran down the steps and pulled Quatre into his arms, a silver gun in one hand. Quatre gripped Trowa's sleeve when he heard more howls and roars coming from the forest, and felt Trowa's arm go around his waist, holding him close.
"Don't worry, he's dead. Let's go," Wufei said, limping down the steps. "Duo and Heero should be at the temple by now."
Trowa led Quatre back inside and down to the basement, his arm still around Quatre. Quatre watched without really seeing as they went through the passageway towards the temple. Wufei's leg was still bleeding when they reached the temple, and the towel he had used to wrap it in, the blood was staining a deep red.
"Will you be all right?" Treize asked, and Wufei nodded, a slight limp in his stride. With a wince, Wufei's leg gave out, and Treize caught him before he fell, wrapping an arm around Wufei's waist to hold him close.
"Sorry," Wufei muttered quietly, so only Treize could hear.
"Don't be," Treize replied just as softly, stroking Wufei's side gently as he held him.
"What's going on?" Quatre asked, holding Trowa's hand around his waist. "Where's Duo and Heero?"
"The werewolves have attacked the temple, and everyone is fighting in the main hall," Treize explained. "It's best if you leave before something tragic happens."
"I have to help them," Trowa said, and Quatre felt his hand squeeze his waist before Trowa ran off.
"Trowa! Wait!" Quatre cried out, but he was gone.
"…We need to get this to end," Wufei said, his leg beginning to throb painfully. "Maybe we can stop it before it gets much further."
Treize lifted Wufei and carried him, despite Wufei's protests that he could walk, and Quatre followed Treize into a small room connected to the main hall.
"How horrible," Quatre breathed, covering his mouth with his hands.
Bodies of vampires and werewolves littered the middle of the floor, and gunshots were heard from one side as the vampires fired silver bullets to kill the werewolves. Quatre wondered what the werewolves had to attack with, when mirrors used sunlight shining from above to reflect at the vampires. Quatre covered his ears and shut his eyes as he heard screams of pain from both sides.
"Watch out!"
Quatre felt the heat of the explosion behind them, and cried out as he was thrown forward, landing painfully on his stomach as debris rained down on him. He lifted his head up a little, and saw the temple walls collapse down, crushing both vampire and werewolf as huge blocks of stone came crashing down. Quatre closed his eyes and braced himself as the dust settled, not seriously hurt as the debris settled.
"Get out of there!"
Quatre lifted his head and watched as the werewolves used the new light to continue their attack.
"Duo!"
Quatre looked up and saw in horror as Duo was hit with the sunlight and fell with a sharp cry of pain to the floor. Heero let the silver gun fall from his hand and caught Duo, kneeling on the stone steps with him in his arms. Heero gently held Duo against him, and Quatre saw Duo's breaths come painfully, and watched Heero gently kiss over Duo face before resting his lips on Duo's, silent tears falling quietly from Heero's eyes as he knelt there with Duo.
Quatre lifted himself on his elbows, and gasped in alarm as he watched both sides take up their weapons again to fight. He saw both sides armed, and saw Treize and Wufei rising slowly up.
"Look out!" Quatre cried out, and Wufei reacted faster.
Quatre felt his heart stop when Wufei shoved Treize back down, and a bullet pierced into his shoulder. Wufei cried out in pain, and fell onto his back, hitting the floor with a soft thud, as the pain became overwhelming. Not transformed, the pain quadrupled, and Quatre could only watch as Wufei held the wound, blood pouring from the soft flesh. Treize reached over and carefully lifted Wufei's head to meet his own, his mouth finding Wufei's as if it was his soul mate.
"Quatre, get out of there!"
Quatre felt someone reach him and push him from behind, and he stumbled forward and fell to the ground. He rolled over and looked with wide eyes as Trowa was hit with sunlight from behind and fell.
Quatre crawled over to Trowa, brushing back the sweat-covered bangs from Trowa's eyes. He braced himself with one hand and intertwined the other with one of Trowa's hands.
"I'm so sorry," Quatre whispered, and Trowa just smiled softly. "Don't be."
Quatre rested his forehead on Trowa's, his eyes closing as tears fell. "I'm sorry I never told you sooner."
The stone above them began to crumble, and sunshine began to shine on the werewolves. Slowly, the light began to move across the temple as the banners fell one by one.
"I love you," Quatre whispered, the temple brightening in the Sun's warmth. "I love you so much."
Quatre kept his eyes closed, and pressed his lips against Trowa's, tears falling from his closed eyes. From behind his eyes, he saw red as the light reached them. He heard screams, heard sobs and tears, but only felt Trowa. Everything he ever cared about, was right here, and Quatre felt Trowa's hand close, squeezing his own hand.
Slowly, Quatre pulled away from Trowa and looked down into the deep green eyes. Eyes that were suddenly clear, and Quatre held his breath as Trowa blinked in the sunlight. Sapphire locked with forest, and Trowa reached up grasped Quatre's head, pulling him back down for a much fiercer kiss.
Heero stirred and opened his eyes, and eased himself up into a sitting position. Duo was sprawled in his lap, and Heero gently caressed Duo's face. He suddenly started when Duo shifted, his eyes opening.
Violet eyes locked with Prussian, and Heero leaned down and kissed Duo softly, feeling every breath he took.
"I thought I lost you," Heero whispered, his hand running through Duo's bangs.
"I love you," Duo said, and reached up to kiss Heero again.
Wufei reached up and touched his bullet wound. The pain from being shot was there, but the burning of death was gone. His leg ached, and Wufei knew he must look terrible when Treize suddenly appeared over him, locking lips again, startling Wufei.
"I've wanted to do that for five hundred years," Treize breathed, pulling away for air as he helped Wufei up into his arms.
"Only five hundred?" Wufei asked, raising a slender eyebrow as Treize held him securely in his arms.
"The first hundred don't count," Treize defended, kissing Wufei's face softly as he carried him out of the wreckage of the temple. "I never dreamed of it, because of our differences. After that, though, it was all I thought about."
Quatre pulled away from Trowa and helped him stand up. The water was gone from the lake, leaving a deep crater in the Earth. Trowa lifted Quatre up into his arms and carried him out of the temple and up to the edge of the crater.
"I don't get it," Quatre murmured, almost afraid to speak, as if it would break the spell. "Why is everyone here?"
"Your light was bright, it broke many curses," Trowa answered, setting Quatre on the soft grass. Barking was heard, and Trowa looked over Quatre's head and saw Sandrock and Catherine walking towards them.
"I didn't want you to die without me telling you how I feel," Quatre said, snuggling against Trowa. "I just didn't know until I thought you would be gone forever."
Catherine reached them, and gently touched Trowa's face before pulling both of them into a warm embrace.
"You broke it," Catherine whispered, hugging both of them tightly. "Let's go home."
Quatre slipped his hand into Trowa's, and looked back and watched the water rise again to fill the crater. Duo and Heero waved to them as they disappeared inside their cabin, and Treize had Wufei in his arms and was carrying him towards town. Quatre walked with Catherine back to the inn while Trowa got Quatre's things, and when he met up with them, Catherine handed some keys to him. Trowa kept Quatre's bags and walked off towards a small shed. Quatre looked curiously at Catherine before Trowa came back out, driving a little green convertible, the top down. Catherine sat in the back with Sandrock, and Quatre sat in the passenger side while Trowa drove.
"Heero and Duo will leave this place soon, and Treize and Wufei, too," Catherine said, watching everything speed away. "It's too dark, and there are still vampires lurking in the shadows. Not everyone was cured with Quatre's light."
"How did I manage to cure so many people?" Quatre asked. "I thought I could only cure my true love?"
"When the person you loved was in danger of dying without the knowledge that you truly did love them," Catherine explained, "your light broke the curse to let them live so you could tell them. You were so desperate to tell Trowa, that you broke almost everyone's curse while trying to break his. A large event like that only describes your love for him even more."
Quatre leaned back, his thoughts clearing out with the Sun's warm light.
"I love you, Trowa."
"I love you, too, Quatre."
*End Part 5*
* Epilogue*
"That was a wonderful novel," Rin said, leaning back in his chair. "I take it your vacation was an inspiration?"
"You knew about that place!" Quatre accused, folding his arms as he sat back in the chair. "How?"
"Let's just say I had some experience there," Rin said, grinning. "And we'll leave it at that."
Quatre pouted before grinning. "Well, my ride is waiting for me, thank you so much. I take it my novel will be published soon?"
"As soon as I get out of this chair," Rin said, putting a cigar in his mouth and lighting it. "See you later, kid."
There was a knock at the door, and Quatre stood up and opened it. "Oh, Catherine, I was just about to come back down," Quatre smiled, opening the door wider.
"It's all right," Catherine assured, and looked inside the office. Quatre looked over to Rin, and grew concerned when the man didn't move, the cigar falling from his lips to land on the desk, burning through some paperwork.
"…Rin, it's nice to see you again," Catherine said, her aged facing brightening at the sight of the older man.
"…Catherine Bloom…" was the murmured reply, and Quatre let himself out of the office. He tapped the nameplate 'Rin G. Master' thoughtfully before heading out and down to the street.
Trowa was waiting for him, and Quatre kissed him before settling down in the car. Trowa drove them home, a new home for both Quatre and Sandrock, with a huge yard and a beautiful house. Quatre smiled as he thought about his mysterious adventure, and couldn't wait until he and Trowa had another one.
After all, Quatre had a curse to break.
A young woman got out of a car and looked around, her long hair blowing in the wind.
"Hey! What's wrong?"
"Someone's bike is chained up here," the young woman answered, examining the bicycle. "It looks kind of old, like it's been here a while. Maybe it belongs to someone in town."
"What town?" another young woman asked while sticking her head out of the passenger side window. "There isn't anything here for miles!"
The first woman pointed to the sign pole the bike was chained to. "Shadeton, two miles west."
They looked at each other, then towards the west, then back at each other.
"What's the harm in just looking?" the first woman asked.
"I suppose nothing," the second replied, and the first woman got back in the car and began driving west down a dirt road.
"I hope you know what you're doing, Relena."
"I always do, Dorothy. I bet there won't be much there anyway."
*The End*