Chapter 4:Wein
Even today, some Christians believe that their priests perform a magical transubstantiation of bread and wine into the body and blood of Christ to be eaten and drunk in the quest to join God in eternal life.-The Skeptics Dictionary

Starsceam made his way silently down the corridor, not wanting to wake anyone out of their recharge. He decided to take Blackarachnia's advice and try to talk to Blitzwing. Hopefully, his past wouldn't be brought up again and he wouldn't cry his optics out. It's been along time since he even thought about his late boyfriend. Ironic, really; He vowed to avenge Skyfire's death, and there he was working under the mech who killed him. He stopped at the monitor room's entrance, leaning in to take a peek. He smiled.

'Found him.' He mused. The seeker quietly entered the room, not wanting to disturb the other mech, who was currently slouched over the desk due to his fatigue. The triple changer shifted, facing the seeker.

"Starscream, vhat brings you here?"He asked quietly. Starscream sat next to him.

"I just wanted to know how you were doing. You seem rather...weak..."Blitzwing turned towards the monitor, trying to avoid the question. The room was dark, save for the constant blue glow of the monitor.

"Monitor duty ist quite a drag, as you haf experienced" the seeker rolled his optics.

"Stop avoiding the fragging question! You know I get like that because I get visions, which, by themselves, take a very nasty toll on you. Everyone else on monitor duty gets a little weaker, yes, but not as much as you! Tell me what's wrong? If not, then at least let me help out somehow..."Blitzwing flinched in pain for a moment, arguing with his other personalities.

'Just do it!' the second oldest yelled.'Ve need blood und he is offering himszelf!'

"Blitzwing? You're worrying me..."

'Nein, ve can't...'he argued back,'You know it's his type of blood that...'

"Blitzwing?"

'Zhat vhat?' the youngest piped in,'Zat his blood type ist like a fine high grade for usz? Ve need nutrition, bruder, as much as you don't vant to face it. Your powers can't keep us alive forever...Besides, Ve can alvays make it look like a dream...' he sighed in defeat. Random was right;They needed to feed, and Starscream was the only option left. Making his descision, he turned back towards the worried seeker.

"Starscream...I haf a favor to ask of you..." The triple-changer looked don, not wanting to meet his gaze. The seeker perked up.

"Of course." he replied immediatey,"What do you need?"Blitzwing turned to face him again, and Starscream froze; He had those dark optics again.

"Give me your wrist. I promise it von't hurt much..." Raising an optic ridge, Starscream slowly raised his arm towards the taller mech, who took it gently as if it were a precious jewel. Starscream held in his breath, gasping silently as he caught a glimpse of large, sharp fangs. As he was bitten, Starscream let out a small whimper, but the stinging pain quickly dulled down and turned into a sort of pleasure. He relaxed into the hold, watching the taller mech drink his blood. As he felt Blitzwing's tongue run over the bite, he suddenly felt light-headed.

'I zink you drank too much...' Icy agreed with he second oldest for once. He pulled away, licking the would one last time to heal completely. He then grabbed Starscream by the shoulders to prevent him from fainting.

"Take deep breaths, Stascream..." The seeker did as he was told, trying to focus on the other to stop himself from fainting. As he met optics with the other's, he held his breath again, and his vision began to swim. The last thing he remembered was someone yelling out his name and two strong arms holding him tightly...

He opened his optics, only to meet with a familiar sky. No...it couldn't be... He turned his head to the side, spotting a familiar mech.

"About time you woke up, Star!" the mech laughed. 'Come on! Only 5 minutes until the late bell rings, you know?" Starscream rolled over and stood up, only to find himself in standing in the dark hallway, in front of Blitzwing's room.

Blood was spilled over the floor again, and the closed door began to open slowly. It stopped when he door was opened just enough to peek inside. Those dark optics appeared again, only Stasrcream felt no threat from them. A hand appeared in front of him, inviting the mech inside. For some reason, he felt safe, and took it. Suddeny two dark hands grabbed him roughly from behind and began to pull him away. He screamed in horror, holding on to the other as best he could before-

Starsceam shot up from his berth, gasping for air. He brought his legs closer to him, hugging them. Those rough hands seemed to have shaken him, warning him of a future enemy. However, that was not what was worrying the seeker. This visoin was different; he had gotten a glimpse of the past.

'Strange,'He thought to himself,'Seers only get visions of the past if...' He shook his head. It didn't make any sense at all. His lover was dead, and seers only got past visions when something happened between the seer and his or her true love. The seeker glared down at his knees. He gave up on love a long time ago...

Until now...

Despite wha had hapened between him and the triple-changer the previous nights, he started to feel something towards the mech, something he hadn't felt in a long time. He hugged himself tighter, unsure of his feeling. He was falling in love with possibly one of the most dangerous mechs on this ship. He let out a sigh. Why did he have to fall in love again? Was he still that stupid? Leting go of his legs, he jumped off his berth and made his way towards the one Decepticon who could help him sort this out.

"You erased his memory, right?"

"Of course I did. I've bee doing zhis for so long it's become a habit..." Random seemed unsatisfied by his answer.

"Did you heal his mark completely?" Silence.

"Oh slag..."

Closing the door quietly, Stascream tip-toed towards the berth. He carefully sat by the recharging femme, running a gentle hand through her long, black hair. It must have been part of her organic change(he didn't like saying 'mutation', it sonded too harsh). It puzzled him how she thought she was a hideous monster. He thought the organic part gave her a sort of exotic beauty, not to metion those cool web-thingies she shot out er wrist to swing around. Of course, she highly disagreed with that and felt taht she was a hideous beast. He placed his hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently.

"Li-Li...Pssst! Blackie..." Blackarachnia groaned, turning away. He shook her harder, an evil grin painted over his lips.

"Come on, Li-Li...don't make me call you by your real name." Her four optics shot open as she quickly sat up. She glared back at him, who could only smile innocently.

"Okay, I'm up. What the slag do you want?" She spat."This had better be good..." If looks could kill, Starscream would be a bloody mess on the floor.

"Oh, come on, I'd never call you that even if my life depended on it!" He laughed quietly. They sat in a small silence as he waited for the femme to properly wake up.

"I'm not wearing my helmet, am I?" He rolled his optics.

"Why do you care?" She grumbled something the seeker coldn't make out. Se sighed, laying her head on his shoulder.

"What's wrong, Star?" She asked, stretching her legs. "You hardly ever wake me up for anything..." He bit his lip, trying to form the right words in his head.

"Well, er...I...I think I'm...in love..." Blackarachnia's head shot up from his shoulder, a happy, excited gleam in her optic. Deep down, she was still a gossip-loving femme.

"Oooh~ are you now?" She teased. She let out an uncharateristic giggle as she propped herself onto her knees and leaned towards the seeker. He raised an optic ridge.

"Okayyyy...is this, like, your fragging drug or something?" She gave him a playful glare.

"Yes it is, now TELL ME!" She growled, grabbing his shoulders roughly. 'Who is it? Is it Lugnut? Hmm?" She gave out a loud laugh when she saw the seeker's reaction.

"Li-Li, that's DISGUSTING! It's like if I asked you if you were with Megatron!" She giggled.

"What if I am?" She asked, wiggling her optic ridges. Starscream frowned.

"You scare me, woman..." She sighed.

"Alright, alright... Spill, my dear. Who has stolen your heart so I can steal it back from them?" He looked away, not wanting to see her reaction.

"Um...Blitz...wing..."Everything was deathly silent for a moment until he heard the femme giggle. Looking up, he found her lying on her bed with her hands over her mouth. He glared.

"What's so funny?" She uncovered her mouth, smiling at him.

"You like accents, don't you?" She laughed again, makig Starscream sigh in defeat.

"Yes I do, now hush!" She sat up, resting her head on his shoulder again. Her laughs died down, and she sighed.

"You have to tell him..."

"I know..." She removed her head as he stood up. He walked towards the door, looking back at Blackarachnia one last time.

"If he hurts you," She started. "I'll sting him for you." He smiled.

"I know you will."