Dance With The Devil Tonight

by Aishi-Cc

Amidst talks of war and peace among the nonhuman races of the Night relationships begin and change that will bring about the end of the Night or it's salvation as well as their own. 3x4x3, 1x2x1

7. B Is For Blood

So four days ago I posted this on Archive of Our Own and got a not serious/serious comment about needing more. Going through my Vamp collection of images and Mvs I got my Muses one tracked and got this done in 3 days. Now there will likely be only 1-2 more chapters to this fic, with the next one picking up the next morning with some flash backs, and the bet coming into play. I have a few other Vampy Gundam Wing fics that I need to type up, rather then off the top of my head like this one. One 2x3x2, one 1x3x1 and one 5x3x5 with some 3x4x3 ones that are half written half in my head. Any thoughts on this are welcomed. A link to my AO3 account is in my bio if you want to look me up there as well.

WarNinGs: Blood, demons, somewhat non-con at moments, nearing the end.

Aishi Say

"There is a greater truth in beauty and in life,
And how it all can end when the Reaper swings his scythe.
Deep within the Savage Garden, what do you dream of?
For even the Devil can love."

From 'Savage Garden' by Sable, feel free to YouTube it's a good song.

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Duo sighed, his mother of pearl and gold accented pale silver armor was thankfully self cleaning, he had no doubt his shiny spell protection would be scorched by the end of the day. Golden embellishes glinted, mother of pearl runes shifted in color, long white cape flashing pale lavender underneath. Smoking eyes were similar to Hiro's except they were lavender tinted white rather then smoking crimson. Hiro was walking calmly along, twin blades slashing through anything that got in their way, barely slowing down for more then a heartbeat at a time. Allowing the Knight to keep point Duo saw to making sure anyone on the ground stayed that way, as well as covering their backs. He had no doubt Quatre would be doing the same thing, Trowa and Hiro were the trained fighters with the experience.

Arching lighting hit his staff and he turned, frowning at the Witch blinking at him. Swinging his staff like a bat he smirked when the ball of power hit the Witch in her chest knocking her on her ass. So he was not a full fledged Knight yet, he had been trained in the traditional weapons just like any other Squire. His staff could channel, reflect, adsorb, and a few other tricks, all Knights were equipped with magicked weapons suited to their fighting styles and race. Most Vampires carried swords of some type, Lycan shorted blades, Witches staves and polearms. His race was more the distance fighters, though he did not mind getting up and personal when the occasion called for it. When Hiro stopped, studying the tower like construct before them he came up to the Lord's right. "You got a plan beyond go in a smash and slash?" Hiro nodded but said nothing, Duo was unsure if the other even glanced at him since solid eyes had no pupils to track. "You going to fill me in on it?"

"We walk back out alive," Hiro answered, voice reverberating slightly with an otherworldly echo.

Duo smirked, staff swinging to rest over his shoulders like a bat, "I am excited about this plan, truly, but you forgot one little tiny thing?"

"Oh?" Hiro prompted, head turning to the Warlock, his half mask doing nothing to hide his grin, and Hiro was strangely glad for that fact.

"We win the bet duh!" Duo chuckled before glancing around, the grunts outside were all dead, or at least dead to the world, leaving him free to work. Walking up to the rune etched glass he touched the door, Leogan may have planned this little coup well but he was an arrogant thing. Tapping the nine runes he needed to open the door he turned to Hiro, bowing to him with exaggerated flourish, "After you My Lord."

Hiro watched the Warlock study the door for a moment before tapping nine runes then turning to him, smirking at the grinning mortal he bowed his head. "Gladly Sir Knight."

Duo looked up, blinking at the returned joke before grinning again as Hiro passed him, glancing around the foyer like the hunter he was. Closing the doors Duo smirked at the Lord, wondering a bit but saying noting. "This is going to be fun."

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Quatre frowned at the door he had seen many times before, or at least doors just like them. Every sanctuary like this had a trio of towards that worked to protect the island, or the rest of the world from something unleashed. Leogan had summoned the shield and that worried him, only the Council had access, meaning Leogan had backing, had tricked those that did, or had possibly killed to put this plan into motion. What was worst then not knowing was not knowing what the plan was, did Leogan really think he could start a war here and get away with it? Opening the door he turned to Trowa, the Knight was looking for anything moving to still. "You know you never did bother to fetch your duster?" The blonde smiled when the Made turned to look at him, no doubt looking at him as if he was insane. "Is that your way of telling me to keep it?"

Trowa frowned at the blond, well aware the other could not see, "Perhaps I drank too deeply."

"How so?" Quatre asked titling his head, Trowa had not taken that much in truth, though the blond was aware weaken the Made could have killed him without realizing who he was draining dry.

"You are clearly suffering from some sort of temporary insanity, why else would you be bring up something so trivial now." Trowa could care less about the duster, he had a closet full, and now was hardly the time for exploring their relationship.

"Why because I think you like me, and have for a while now? Or are you just all business when you are wearing that armor?" Quatre was use to the Hellish attire, he only care for the heart within, the one humans had all but froze solid.

Trowa chuckled softly, reaching out he trialed black clawtips down a fair cheek, "You are most distracting when you wish to be, it is unwise when we are targets."

"Until we walk through those doors there are no more targets around, besides am I not safe at your side?" Quatre reached up and ran his fingers down the trio of claw like marks that marked the left side of the helmet, pulsing crimson light below feeling warm but pleasantly so. "Do these mean something?"

Trowa laid a gloved hand over Quatre's, "Because they are the only marks that remain, or because I had them since I summoned the armor?"

"Both, they do not feel like damage," Quatre knew blood repaired damage done to Lycan and Lamian armor and weapons, magic doing the same to his kind's arcane gear. The Witches Trowa had slashed to death had fed his gear well, it was slightly disturbing.

"Very good, each of us has a mark that identifies us, beyond our weapons we all look the same to outsiders." Trowa knew those of his order that were useful, those that were fools, and those that may become prey if they step out of line.

Quatre frowned, three claw marks were very distinctive, "Your name?"

"In part," Trowa answered before frowning as he sniffed the air, growling low in his throat he lowered Quatre's hand from his mask. He could smell the blond's concern at the sudden predatory sound, "Arrogance."

"Who's? Who do you smell?" Quatre turned towards the doors, he had broken the seal but he did not have a wolf's or a demon's sense of smell.

Trowa sighed squeezing Quatre's hand, "I am sorry." The pale Warlock turned to him questioningly, how nice to not instantly think the worst. "For what you will see me do, so much carnage is not for the likes of you."

Quatre closed his free hand over Trowa's, "I want to help people, I am well aware that means maiming and killing. Such things are unpleasant yes, but I will do what I must to end as much suffering as I can."

Trowa nodded, content with the other's words, "I will try to not leave too many for you to deal with."

"Thank you," Quatre said as he released the Made's hand, Trowa would tear them all apart with his bare hands to try and protect him, it made him feel very safe. He glanced off towards where Duo and Hiro likely were before following the calmly walking Vampire into the tower of glass, there was a war to stop.

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"So how long did you know your brother before you turned him?" Aroree asked as she entangled a Witch in her bladed whip before flinging her torn body away.

Katherine glanced at the blonde Made, Quatre's sister, "Not long at all."

Aroree chuckled softly, "I always heard you had good taste in men."

"It's a gift," Katherine smirked as she struck out with throwing knives. "It seems your little brother agrees as well."

"Well unlike myself my little brother likes men just fine, no offense." Aroree liked Trowa just fine, and the young Made would not hurt her little brother just because he could.

"Oh none taken," Kathrine assured the blonde as she caught a charging Witch, long red claws impaling her dark throat. "Yours is an endearing little thing, I'm afraid I scared him a little when we first met."

"Isn't he though? At least Father should not curse his beloved to a slow agonizing death just because he has fangs to bare." Aroree would never forgive her father, and if he went after Barton she would kill him.

Katherine glared at the runed doors, "That man even raises his voice and he will be looking at a bad day. I lost Tobias I will not lose Trowa, not like that."

Aroree nodded as she tapped the runes to open the door, "This partnership will work out just fine, and I assure you if our brothers are harmed I will see the Old Man loses more then two of his children."

Katherine nodded, Quatre was more then welcomed in her House, "Mother would adore him."

"Decided then," Aroree agreed ripping the doors off their golden hings, spells aside they were just normal doors.

Katherine smirked as she flicked her wavy hair over her shoulder, "Time to school the boys."

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Quatre froze as heartbeat after Trowa did, seeing nothing in the room to warrant a sudden pasue, mortal senses were so limited. Trowa lashed, knocking him back as the floor crumbled, chunks of stone congealing around black armor. "Barton!" Pale hands slid over smooth stone the Made gone just like that. Blinking he closed his eyes, seeking the other with his gifts, relaxing the moment he felt the other's mind. Getting to his feet he frowned when others entered the room, twin curved blades glinting as he moved to defend himself.

"Winner you are more skilled then we assumed, but surly you know you will never make it to the Made's side unless we allow it?"

Quatre glared at the smug looking noble, "Perhaps, but do you really wish to risk killing the Winner Heir?"

"Dear Boy we wish to open your eyes nothing more," The noble assured the blond keeping his hands up and in sight. "Come, remove that armor and I shall take you to the beast."

"And what makes you think I will trust you to do such a thing?" Quatre asked blades raising a bit higher, as if he would trust these people just because they were of the same race.

"Well you can trust us, or try to kill us that is true, and up to you. If you think you can find the beast before we stop you by all means use those blades of yours. Leogan wants the beast alive so he will live a bit longer." The noble smiled when that seemed to get a reaction, "Don't make us drag your bleeding body to him."

Quatre glared, changeling power into the crescent blades as he lashed out, taking the man's arms off before turning to kill more of them. He had no doubt they wanted to keep Trowa alive to play with, maybe even kill one of them before the other. It did not mater what Leogan wanted, that bastard would get nothing from him but defiance to the end. If he was going to be killed he would not die a traitor to those he loved or himself. 'Don't you dare die on me Trowa...not until can speak to you one last time.'

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Katherine sat down on the rim of the large pool above which a roughly child sized hunk of crystal was slowly bobbing up and down. "I think I should invest in gauntlets, my nails are all scuffed now."

Aroree looked up from the panel she was standing at, the red head's chest piece was cracked form a few choice blows, her crimson sleeves long since torn off, her black leggings were torn, plates loosened if not half removed. "Well your hair looks great."

"You're too kind, gods Trowa is going to be a mess when he gets home." Katherine sighed as she leaned down to fix the plates attached to her boots and legs that were still in one piece.

Aroree frowned slightly, her own gear in a similar state, "Well they just adore him so."

Katherine chuckled at the blonde's tone, at least Quatre had one open minded sister, "He'll kill every last one of them."

"If I did not know he was a good man I would have clawed his throat open when I found him with Quatre." Aroree went back to tapping runes as she tried to deactivate the crystal, the three needed to come down before they could deal with the main shield and save any committee members worth saving.

"You do not care my brother fed on yours at all?" Katherine knew why Aroree would not condemn Trowa like Winner might, but not caring at all was different.

"It was consensual, and done only because yours had been hurt so badly protecting my own, besides I do know your brother well for an outsider." Aroree frowned at the shimmering runes, "You care?"

"Not about that no. I am thankful Trowa found a few people who do not shy from the scary side of him, Quatre would never harm him intentionally." Katherine touched her damaged breastplate and sighed, spells did a number on even Knight grade gear.

Aroree huff a freed lock of blonde hair from her face. "I am so glad we are in agreement about those two, well enough to avoid bickering, hair pulling, house fueled mini civil wars."

The red head laughed at that, getting up she walked behind the working blonde, glancing at the runes but saw only runes and colors. Reached out she slashed the fraying tie free, long red nails brushed out blonde hair before tying it back up with a strip of a former ruby sleeve. "Going well?"

Aroree ignored the Lamia behind her, Katherine was a curious person that was well known. When she felt her hair fall against the back of her neck she paused, unfamiliar nails coming it before tying it back up as if it was an everyday thing. At the other's question she shook her head to clear and focus it, "Leogan really fucked the pooch, the whole system is a chaotic mess."

"Well he knew some of us would come to the towers and try and shut it down, I wonder why it was so light on guards?" Katherine knew this tower had no more guards them it should, why would Leogan not protect the crystals better. "You think he has more forces in the center, or maybe the other two?"

"It would not surprise me if he sent more to where the Knights were headed. After all we are nasty but our gear is not as powerful as theirs, which is kinda the point. I am about ready to go demon and chuck this damned thing out the window!"

Katherine blinked, tapping a nail off her chin, "Would that work?"

Aroree turned to frown at the red head before blinking, laughing at her self she straightened. "It will since I already shut down the safeguards, Hecate I forgot I am not just a Witch any longer."

Katherine smirked, sometimes she forgot just how strong she was, everyone did, "We all have moments, now full on demon or not?"

"Full just for the joy of overkill," Aroree answered, smirked back at the pleased smirk. Closing her eyes she allowed her human shape to change, any Vampire could change from their human to inhuman forms easily, fully demonic forums took a bit more practice. Cloven bent back legs replaced her long pale human one's, skin taking on a golden sheen. Golden spiral horns grew from the side of her head like a ram's. Ears pointed, eyes silted, nose flatten like a deer's. Her form reminded many of a Fawn, which was fine with her really. As a former Witch a demonic form that mimicked a beast from myth felt right to her.

Turning she caught sight of the red head in her 'true' form. Katherine's equally pale skin was now a pale green, not at all unpleasant. Darker green armor like scaled formed boots and gloves, torn like spikes clear as day. Red Hair was now one giant petal, petals replaced eyebrows, as well as growing along the edges of the dark green armor like scales. She lived up to the surname of Bloom all right. The golden still rather harmless looking demoness smiled at the wicked looking rose, "Shall we?" She placed her hands on the crystal ready to shove as she asked.

Katherine smirked at the pretty deer like thing across from her, demons were not big and scary monster types, especially the females. Dark green hands joined golden ones, "We shall." Heaving the pair sent the crystal spinning through glass free of runes for once. Running up tot he broken square they watched the crystal fall and shatter in a flash of power and shards. "Pretty...so now what do we do for fun?"

Aroree turned at the suggestive question, the tone had been more teasing then suggestive, "Fine more fools to kill?"

"mmm...twist my arm why don't you?" Katherine purred with a wink before diving out the window, thorny vines shooting out and through a few fools who had gathered.

Aroree shook her head before jumping, hooves landing on the spines of two Witches before touching ground. "Lead the way."

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Duo panted, staff sporting a wicked blade of energy, pale silver gear scorched, a few slashes and such also marring the mirror like shine. Glaring at the Warlock who was now less cocky with his crystalline constructs broken all over the formally clean floor. "Give. Him. Back."

The Warlock backed away from the weary yet still plenty intimating Knight. "Lord Leogan…

"Lord Leogan is going to be someone's dinner by the end of the day." Duo informed his fellow magic using male, "Now give back my partner before I break every damn bone in your body, including those little ones inside your skull."

"The demons will not survive, will you?" The Warlock frowned at his fellow brunet, why did he care so much about a monster?

"You idiots really think you can kill both of them when you couldn't even kill one of them? Face it bub all the furry of Hell is coming for your master, I'm just the one of the 'nice' ones." Duo did not know what Leogan had panned, but he did know Lords were hard to kill.

"The human will be free, the demon will die," It was that simple.

Duo blinked, frowning at the clearly crazy man. "You cannot separate a Lamia or even a Made like that, and even if you could the Council would never allow it."

The man shrugged, "All the demons will be purged!"

Duo lashed, glowing half crescent blade loping the guy's head in half, "Hiro...Leogan you are truly insane." Stepping over the dead body he headed for the door the other Warlock had been blocking. Hiro had to be further down, and no mater what crazy spells these people tried on the Lamia Duo was going to find him and get him out of here. There was no way he was going to leave anyone he cared about to be used as an experiment or worst for a bunch of fanatics. Closing his eyes he took a moment to pray for Quatre, if he was right the blond would not be pleased with what he found at the end of his search. Opening his eyes once more he opened the door and ran, time was not on his side.

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Quatre shook his head to clear it, looking up when he heard voices whispering. He was chained to a chair, his armor and weapons gone, and he felt weak. "What do you want?"

"Ah Quatre you have rejoined the living." Leogan cooed as he walked to stand before the annoyed looking blond. "What I want is for you to see exactly what you are trying to protect."

"I know what Barton is, where is he?" Quatre was well aware Barton was a scary monster, Trowa the human who had never had a chance.

"Oh the creature is near, and mostly unharmed. It takes a lot to strip a Knight of their armor, I dare say he lives up to his reputation." Leogan had lost many men weakening both Barton and Yui, but in the end he had gotten them both right were he wanted them. "Are you truly more concerned for him then you are yourself?"

"You want him dead, me you'd rather spare so yes." Quatre saw no reason to lie, even if he was better at it, he could feel Barton near so Leogan was being mostly honest.

Leogan nodded, "That is true yes, I hate to condemn you to death but you will not listen to reason." Shaking his head sadly he walked up to a pit in the floor, "You see I have been working on this for quite a long while now. It is forbidden to try and undo the spells that created the Lamia and the Lycan, and I agree most should avoid such chaotic magics."

"But not you," Quatre demanded, knowing he was only going to get so much out of Leogan before the time for talking was over.

"Clearly," Leogan agreed ignoring the younger man's tone, the child deserved to know the truth of things, even if it would be taken to his grave. "I have been working on something else. All attempts to free the mortal soul from the demon's power have failed, it seems once one is made into a Vampire there is no human left. Sad as that may be it is sadder still that so many ignore the demons walking this world in human guises, using human memories to trick others into thinking they are not pure evil."

"Trowa is not pure evil," Quatre growled, anything pure evil would have fed on him without hesitation.

"Trowa no longer exists child," Leogan informed the blond almost sadly. "Barton is all there is now, a monster who revels in blood and violence."

"You know nothing about him." Quatre knew Trowa was not evil, he had a gentle soul deep down, a soul the blond wanted to protect.

"Child you have known him but an instant, I have been watching him since he became a Squire like you are now. No Made had ever advanced as quickly as he had, the demonic essences in Bloom's line had made him very dangerous. Yui stands beside him, even the Epine set aside only hate to stand with his minions." Leogan walked up to the blond, "You will not renounce him, no you think he can cling to that last shred of humanity and save the creature. I wonder what would do to save a demon with no hint of humanity within?"

Quatre glared at the older man, "I will let him eat you for one."

Leogan shook his head solemnly, "It may come to that, but before my death my will shall be done."

"Killing us will only ally our families against you," Quatre knew Leogan knew that, his father would not stand for Leogan harming his son.

"Very true, but if you kill each other that is another matter entirely," Leogan nodded and the one of his larger followers grabbed the chair. "You believe the beast will do you no harm, we shall see won't we. Toss him."

Quatre cried out as he was dropped into the pit, wooden chair shatter on impact with cold hard stone. Looking up the blond noted the blinding spells, he would not be able to use his magic in this hole beyond perhaps one blast. He noted some runes he knew were for holding demons and he looked around, seeing no one or thing with in in his limited field of visions. Getting slowly to his feet he turned, shadows were behind him and he knew the glowing eyes he found there. "Barton." Reaching out he frowned when the other did not come to him, was he hurt or chained? The Warlock had not heard chains beyond his own, nor did he feel any magical bonds beyond the spells. "What's wrong?"

"What is wrong child should be clear to you by now. The spell took much from me but it was worth it in the end." Leogan knew he would see his will done, a pity the young Winner had to die, perhaps it would be a quick death at least.

Quatre ignored the older man, keeping his dark teal eyes on the crimson stare in the shadows. He knew Leogan had tried to do something to Trowa, what he was not entirely sure of. Crimson eyes meant the Made was transformed, and likely weak if no longer hurt, blood was the Vampire's cure all. Biting his lips Quatre looked down at the broken chair, amazed he had not been hurt more then his few bruises. Feeling more then seeing movement he looked back up, blinking up at Trowa, he was not hurt. Pale skin was unmarked, the few slashes that had accompanied the one's in his black attire had long since healed. Reaching out Quatre placed his now darker hand to the slash on Trowa's shirt, the other's heart beat as slow as a mortal's when sleeping. "You're all right, why so quiet? What did he do to you?"

"I see you were not listening child, Trowa is gone only the demon remains, the same beast you foolishly allowed to get so close to you." Leogan smirked when the blond blinked, it finally dawning on him he was in danger and not from his fellow Witches.

"no," Quatre whispered, taking a step back, freezing when a clawed hand gently came to rest over his own. "Trowa?" The touch was gentle, why would a demon who cared only for blood and pain be gentle? Glowing eyes met his and the blonde shivered, clawtips digging into his wrist when his hand was caught. "Let go!"

"Demons obey only those mortals who can compel them, even a White like you should know that." Leogan reminded the blond, watching him pull against a hold he would never be able to break without magic. "I do hope he finishes you quickly once he had fed, not that he should leave much blood in you either way."

Quatre paled, Leogan had tossed him to a starving Vampire and expected Trowa to kill him, if Trowa did not kill himself afterward his father certainly would. Winner and Bloom would tear each other apart, Leogan would have an easier time starting a civil war without his father around. Reaching out with his gifts he could feel weakness but not the need for blood he had felt when Trowa had been wounded before. It did explain why he was not being bitten, the Made did not need to regenerate his body as urgently. Would Leogan hurt Trowa until he needed to drink or die, would Trowa attack or recognize him somehow and refuse? So many thoughts in his head stopped when he felt a warmth breath ghost against his skin. The Made was so close, the tips of snake like fangs visible through parted lips, glowingly eyes closed. Quatre would think him asleep he was so still, the fact they were standing being the clearest sign he was not.

-Trowa what are you feeling, I can't reach you even though you are right here?- Quatre could feel a little still, Empathy was not something binding spells in general covered since it was not offensive or defensive truly. The Made was weak but not in any pain Quatre could detect, he did not appear to be entirely aware since he paid Leogan's voice no mind. Quatre thought back on all that Leogan had been saying, wishing he had Duo's knowledge of the demonic. 'He claims to have killed Trowa's human side, likely it is just partially sealed, I would feel it if Trowa was truly gone, I can still feel him weakly. The demon is in control, at least mostly, but it must be the 'higher' demon nature since I am being drained dry right now. Duo said...oh Hecate that is what Leogan is planing! That is why Trowa is weak but whole, he wanted the 'higher' demon because that would be more torture. Yes Father would kill Trowa for draining me but seducing me first...and what will you do once you recover your senses and realize what you have done?' Quatre opened his eyes when he felt the wall against his back, he had not felt Trowa push him back with the pale hand still on his chest. Looking down at the inhumanly pale skin he gripped the other's wrist, feeling the slow pulse against the inside of his thumb. The Made was so calm just standing there, watching him as if lost in thought himself. "Trowa can you hear me at all?"

Glowing eyes met his own and Quatre saw nothing human there anymore, they were not cold but they were dead. Trowa may be vaguely aware of what his body was doing but there was no sigh of more, Leogan had used a lot of power to hold the gentle side that tamed the monsters within. Shivering when the Made sniffed at his throat he half wished he was facing a mindless killing machine. Without his magic or even a weapon he was no match for Trowa, even if he had still been a human being. There was nothing he could do but pray the demon struck soon, waiting was agonizing, and the warmth of his soft breathing left him cold. He did not even feel Trowa lift his hand until it had finished it's arch, sharp clawtips leaving raised welts where they had come into contact with his skin. His pale blue shirt hung open, not that it had been in one complete piece before. Quatre looked down at the damage, the middle welt had a small amount of blood leaking from it, not bad for being swiped really. Looking back up at the Made who had swiped him he watched a head tilt as lifeless eyes examined the wounds. It was so strange to see such dead eyes in something he knew to be alive, it made it all feel like a bad dream. A too hot tongue sliding over the collect blood drew a shiver, he should have been expecting that. -Are you fighting your nature, or is the cat in you not ready to inflict pain just yet? Please Trowa if you can hear me then come back, tell me what I need to do to reach you?-

Quatre moaned when the Vampire kissed his unprotected throat, fangs touching his skin but did not sink into it, hand against his chest once more. Quatre bit his lip, placing his hands against the Made's chest, trying to push him away. His musing about what it would be like to capture a Vampire's attention in a sexual manner returned, part of him wanting to pull the other closer rather then trying to push them away. This was part of Leogan's plans he was sure, that he would not fight back fully because he did want to be with Trowa. Feeling sick that the bastard was playing with them both he pushed harder, not sure how Trowa would respond. Fingers clenched black when he got his answer, Vampires were very talented with their mouths. He could feel Trowa's palm over his rapidly beating heart, his left hand resting on his hip. No matter what Trowa's mouth did to his throat the fangs never pierced the skin, not that Quatre would have noticed right away. No doubt this is what everyone warned him about, the power that was so hard to fight against. A fight made harder by the fact that he did love the Vampire that was holding him to a curved wall with his mouth alone, his had was resting against his chest but exhorted no force. Short nails dug into the Made's back, mind fighting to remember this was mas the man he loved, not truly. -Why won't you just hurt me? Please stop being so good, you are a monster...aren't you?-

Am I? Quatre thought he heard, a whisper in his mind or in his ear before it was nipped he was not even sure. Digging harder he felt sticky wetness against his fingertips, wishing he knew if he had truly heard anything at all. Biting his lip to keep from crying out he tasted blood, opening his eyes when he neck felt far too clod. Trowa had raised his mouth from his burning skin, eyes watching his mouth. 'He can smell my blood...why not just bite me if he wants it? Is this part of the game?' Glaring Quatre silently let the demon know he would just open his blood laced mouth. Crimson did not even blink and Quatre wondered if he could even really see his eyes, or if he even cared. A hand pressing against him got a gasp of surprise, the Made capturing his mouth without hesitation. Quatre moaned against the invasion but there was nothing he could do, and if he was being honest he was starting not to care anymore. -Quatre?-

Quatre half opened his eyes sure he had heard Trowa's voice that time, which was imposable unless it was mental since neither of them could perform the act of speech right now. Closing his eyes once more he focused his thoughts, had he heard it. Could Leogan's spell be failing? Was the demon just toying with him? -Trowa?- Reaching out he felt for the warmth that was unique to the Made, the ghost of which the demon held. Sure he felt it stronger now he felt the urge to laugh in relief, not that he could really laugh properly right now either. -Trowa we need to get out of here, I can't use my magic while in this hole.- The blond knew the other was likely aware of that, no doubt Leogan had ran his mouth at Trowa as well before throwing him down here. When Trowa made no move to release him the blond frowned, what was he doing? -Now is really not the time for you to start acting like a Vampire.-

-shh...Leogan has no idea he failed miserably just yet, he will if I let you go.- Trowa half opened his hidden eye, Leogan looked as smug as Quatre did flushed. -Besides it's not like this hurts.

Quatre would have screamed if his mouth was not full, and if Trowa left hand had not pressed against him again. -Even if it did I can't fight you powers without magic, not as weak as I am right now.- As mad as he might be with Trowa playing with him a little he was tankful for the support of his pale inhuman body.

-I'm not using any on you Quatre, if I was you would be unable to think straight at all.- Trowa assured the blond, he knew how his powers worked better then Quatre ever could.

Quatre stiffened for a moment, letting the other's words sink in, this was not a result of his powers. -You've been feeding haven't you?-

-Would you have preferred I use my teeth? Leogan had this planed so I played along, he can't separate the demon and human because I only have one soul, and it is neither.- Trowa had found the idea amusing, as if removing the 'human' from every Vampire on the island would be a smart move.

Quatre relaxed as he realized Leogan was so smug he was completely unaware Trowa had been faking. Knowing he had been fed on twice by the Made he frowned slightly, now that he knew he had not been enjoying a phantom's touch he felt much better. He would have to pay Trowa back later for playing with him a little, he would never let the Made go now that he had him. -All I care about is you, not what you are.- Pressing his knee against the Made he smiled when the other moaned, it felt good against his lips.

-Do that again and you are getting bit.- Trowa warned the blond, it being one sided was bad enough, he only had so much self control after all. -Speaking of which I need to bite you, or at least make it appear like I did.-

Quatre remembered the not so long ago attention Trowa had paid his throat and shivered, since Trowa had not release him he hoped he was still getting some energy from this. -You care to tell me why?-

-Vampire, we bit. Once I release you I want you to slump down, cover you neck so he won't see you don't have a gaping wound- Pulling his tongue from the blond's Trowa sneered at the panting, Quatre really did look good in pink and red. Moving his hand from Quatre's crouch he covered his mouth, baring his fangs before striking. Quatre gasped against his palm as fangs entered just deep enough to draw blood, licking it away Trowa smiled at the heat as well as the sweetness. Impaling his own tongue he allowed his blood to leak from his mouth forming rivulets along the exposed throat and his own. Releasing the blond he watched him slumped panting, holding a hand to the blood as he been told to.

"Well now Quatre I do hope you see just what you were foolish enough to claim was human. I wonder if it is done playing with you now? Perhaps it needs motivated once again?" Leogan sneered as he brought his hands together to blast the Made, crying out when he felt cold iron around his wrists before he was falling. Grunting he blinked up at the Made who was holding the chain's Quatre had been imprisons in, the end absently swung in a slow circle. "What?!"

Trowa threw back his head laughing, his own blood flowing past his collar bone as he did so. "You little Grays thinking you know anything about controlling demons. Oh you know my human name, like that is hard, but you have no idea what name I took when I became a Bloom, nor what my big scary inner demon is called. You think you could bind me with only one of the three, tsk tsk very sloppy."

"Monster! It doesn't mater, even if you kill me Winner will learn you molested his son, he will destroy you!" Leogan cried, damn the beast and his other names, just like a demon.

Quatre got to his feet, wiping Trowa's blood away with the end of his sleeve as he walked up to the Made's side. "My Father will do no such thing Leogan, Trowa did what he did so he could get you down here. Trowa is there anything else you need to know?"

"Nothing more he will tell us no," Trowa answered coldly, jerking the chain he caught Leogan by his upper arms. "You forget even our souls can be laid bare by an Empath." Bearing his fangs the Made struck, draining the Warlock before dropping his empty corpse to the cold stone. Turning to Quatre he held out his hand, smiling when the blond willing wrapped pale arms around his black clad form. Wrapping an arm around the currently darker skined youth Trowa easily jumped out of the pit, setting the blond lightly on his feet. "Much better."

Quatre looked down at his ruined shirt and sighed, at least he had not be raped by the soulless body of the monster he loved. Looking up at Trowa he titled his head, not about to hear whatever he seemed to be listening to. "Prey?"

"mm hm," Trowa murmured absently, glancing at Quatre he frowned slightly. "You sure you are all right with what I..."

"shh," Quatre soothed, finger to pale bloodied lips, "You did nothing I would not allow you to, though it would be best if Father was spared the details."

Trowa smiled as he opened his mouth so he could gently bite down on Quatre's finger. -Even if you father did not distrust my kind he would not need to hear about Leogan's plan, or the fact the guy was getting off on it. I can smell it you know?-

Quatre frowned not really want to think about anyone getting off to demon rape, even if it had been no such thing. "Could have lived without knowing that thank you. So you going to summon you armor again?" Vampires were built to kill just like Lycan, weapons only made it easier. Trowa shook his head as he glanced at his ring. Quatre frowned, had he not recovered enough power from the blood and lust to do so? "If you need more…'

"No," Trowa cut the blond off, he would not take his blood or his body just then, for different reasons. "Leogan was right about one thing, I am a monster and its high time I show these fools what a demon in a bad mood can do."

Quatre placed a hand on Trowa's shoulder, smiling when he turned to face him, "You are more then just a monster to me." Reaching up he cleaned Leogan's blood away from pale skin, it really was beautiful once you got use to it. Flatting his hand against the Made's cheek he leaned up and gently kissed him, pleased to feel the warmth of a mind and not just lips this time. Opening his eyes he smiled at the questioningly look, "Hecate you are adorable unsure."

Trowa blinked at the teasing, licking his lips absently, preferring the taste of the blond to Leogan's blood. Smiling he lowered his head, kissing his angelic Warlock with all the gentleness he had wanted to show him. Pulling away he sighed content, so this what having a complete soul felt like? "I don't deserve you Quatre, but I will aspire to." Stepping away from the blond as he began to protest he closed his eyes. He wanted raw power and killing force, his 'higher' form was all well and good but 'lower' was best for mass murdering grunts. Quatre may know he was part demon but he was about to see it in its truest form, well one of them, there was no sugarcoating anymore.

As We Dance With The Devil Tonight7

Duo moaned as he dug his fingers into dark hair, not even caring what the Lamia did as long as he did not stop doing it. Leogan's little underling had gone on and on about turning Hiro into a soulless demon before throwing him into a hole designed to hold Witches who needed contained. Duo knew all about demon possession, halfbreeds, etc since he had a skill for darker magic. These guys knew Hiro Yui but they had no clue what his demonic name was, and without out that they sure as Hell could not control Hiro like a puppet. Quatre was likely in a similar hole, since each of the three towers had one, and if he was smart he was enjoying this as well. To be fair he had not expected to warm to Hiro so quickly, but he had seen such a vulnerable guy when they thought Trowa was dead, he had fallen hard. Hiro for his part had been intrigued by him, more so after he learned Trowa liked him, and so had not held back. The Lamian Lord was feeding deeply form a very willing Warlock while Leogan's followers snickered about how weak and foolish Duo was. Duo knew he could be both of those things, as anything alive could be, but he did not need Quatre's powers to know this monster would only hurt him as much as he desired him to. -After we win you are so removing my clothes with your teeth and doing this properly, hear me?-

-Hai, anata ga nozomu yo ni.- Hiro promised more then willing to comply, he had never desired a mortal or anyone else like this before. He had never allowed himself to, Trowa was the closest he came to being affectionate with another male, and this was hardly the same.

-I got a yes out of that, I hate to say it but we had best get to killing these guys before I forget we need to.- Duo really would have been happy to stay where he was for the next few days, but it would be unfair if they blew off the war just to have a lot of fun. He would hardly blame the others for being mad if they did so, and there would be time for this without the cold as death stone.

Hiro took his cue with a mental growl, allowing his blood to coat's Duo's delicious skin much as Trowa had done before pulling away. Leaving Duo to fall as he turned to towards the clapping, Witches and their flare for the theatrics. Lashing out with the chain he caught the fool's legs and jerked them into he hole with a sneer. "You dare try and bind a Lord to your weak will, baka!" Pulling the woman close he sank his fangs into her throat not even bothering to taunt or question first, everything he wanted to know was in her blood. Once she was dry he dropped her, holding out a hand to Duo he pulled the Warlock to his chest again before depositing him on the cleaner floor above.

Duo brushed dust from his slashed clothes, glad he had not been wearing a shirt he really liked since the dark purple tank top was in need of sewing or being ripped off with sexy pointed teeth, either or. "This is why I only wear my favorite clothes at home. So handsome what is the plan now?"

"We kill all who remain," Hiro answered as he glanced at his rings, knowing Trowa was out there already because he could feel his power calling him to join him.

"Then fun sexy time, loved that plan, I am truly and utterly excited about this plan." Duo grinned when Hiro arched a brow at him. "Hecate look hotter why don't you? So Knight, grr, or something more statement making?"

"Statement, I tire of all of these games." Hiro answered as he closed his eyes feeling his power just begging for release. He knew Duo was curious what his other forms looked like, the Warlock was a curious as he was desirable, and Hiro hoped he did not disappoint. Choosing his more primal form he allowed his human form to shift into something unmistakeably not. Pale alabaster skin darken to black as hands became paws, all and all similar to a Lycan's transformation. Four limbs stretched as the canine form stretched, boney spikes at the joints contrasted the dark skin that covered the powerful looking build. Blood red flames danced along the spine, tail, and joints in place of fur. Four glowing orange ember eyes turned to Duo, skull like muzzle a bit lighter then the black skin it covered.

Duo watched the change with open curiosity, knowing a Hellhound when he saw one. Hellhounds were savage hunters, and it made perfect sense to Duo the wolf like Hiro could become one. Walking up to the large flaming canine he placed a hand on cool bone, grinning up Hiro, "Remind me to playfully tease you with a bit of 'You Ain't Nothin' But A Hound dog' later kay?" Hiro grinned as well as he could in his new form but said nothing. Nodding Duo moved to mount the hound like a giant horse, not at all concerned with the flames. "A little help here bub you're kinda tall?" Hiro knelt down a, shaking his head as Duo climbed up onto his back. Duo just grinned grabbing one of the curved spines protecting Hiro's shoulder since he could not grab any fur, seeing as there was none. "Alright lets go hunting."

As We Dance With The Devil Tonight7

Iria coughed to clear her throat of smoke, the three towers protecting the island were partiality destroyed, clearly the Knights had been there. She was confused as most were, rumors were abound and she had no idea how true any were. Barton had been slain and the Blooms were on the warpath. Both Knights were attacking the Witches openly. Leogan had begun a coup. The Witches had started a war. Quatre was dead. So many insane sounding things. An otherworldly howl froze her, were there demons here as well? A roar answered the howl, two demons, the Knights? A crash to her right drew a scream, turning she saw what had roared. The large feline creature was the gray of aged bone, skin looking like mummified skin over bone, though it moved like healthy living tissue should. Spines grew at the joints, blue white flames burned like a mane around its throat, head, and down it's spiked studded spine ending with a flare at tail tip like a lion, a boney sickle blade at the tip rather unlion like. Saber fangs flashed as the Hellcat lunged snatching a Witch and lifting only half of her from the ground. Skeletal lower jaw streaked red far more then the rest of the skeletal face, burning amber stare whisper from the otherwise empty looking sockets. 'Barton...Hecate you are a savage truly.'

A flash of gold in blue white flames drew her attention, blinking when she realized there was was someone sitting on the beast's flaming shoulders. Knowing that had to be her brother she ran towards the feline demon, freezing when it turned to regard her, flames shifting like rippling fur as it turned its head. When it crouched down, tail moving she tensed, relaxing when she saw Quatre standing on the ground, a pale hand on the demon's forelimb as if it was a horse. "Quatre?"

Quatre turned from Trowa when he heard his name, blinking when she crushed him. Squirming until she eased up, returning her embrace when he could breath normally once more. "I am fine Iria, Barton had been seeing to that."

Iria frowned at the torn and bloodied shirt, there was too much blood on the sleeves to have been from a wound of his meaning it had been Barton's or a victim's. Looking up at the feline who could headbutt an elephant she frowned deeper. Oh she believed the monster had been protecting her brother but why was what concerned her. Quatre could charm also most anyone with his sincerity and optimism, but Barton was as much an animal as he was a man. His form was proof of that, there was nothing human about it any longer. "You are a right mess."

"You would be as well if Leogan had tried to feed you to a weaken Vampire." Quatre retorted looking down at his ruined shirt, he had forgot how bad it looked.

"He fed on you?" Iria demanded, pointing at the demon completely forget it could hear her as easily as it could bat her around.

Quatre looked up, his sister seemed to be looking for any reason to vilify Trowa as Leogan had done. "Oh he's just dragging me around in case he needs to recharge or gets thirsty, you know since Vampires just go around raping and biting everyone." Glaring he crossed his arms, more then tired of listening to how evil vampires were, he had not missed the Hellcat he had been riding recently.

Iria gaped at her brother, he had sound so like Duo just then, it through her. "That is not funny."

"So glad we agree on that. Trowa is not my enemy Iria, he never was and never will be." Quatre placed a hand on cool pale gray and sighed, it was not easy to draw comfort from a touch in that form.

Iria frowned before sighing, "I heard he was dead, or starting a war."

"Sleep of Death after saving me from a Flare Arrow, and Leogan is that one behind all of this." Quatre would not waste a tear for the man, he was far more monstrous then any demon walking about currently.

"Leogan...but how?" Iria knew he hated Lamia, Lycan, and Mades but starting a war with them was madness. The sheer destruction needed to win would make it not worth it in the end, it never got past blood feuds and the occasional terrorist like attack.

"He tried to turned Trowa and Hiro into pure demons so they would kill us and started the fighting that would lead to open civil war. You know what Father would do if he learned Trowa had killed me, he would not cared if it was because of a spell or not." Quatre knew his father would kill Trowa, grief made people do horrible things they would never normally consider doing.

"Neither would I," Iria reminded her brother coolly, as if a spell would make it all right.

-If you two are quite done I would like to finish with my duties and be done with this failed coup?- Trowa would have frowned if the skull face would have allowed him to, as it was his eyes darken in lieu of a glare.

Iria jumped at hearing a ghostly echo over a lower growl, forgetting Vampires could speak even in their lowest forms. "Haven't you done enough already?"

-Leogan and most of his forces are dead yes, but if you are fine with your father being a hostage until he is executed that is fine with me.- Trowa was tempted to roar at the blonde just to watch her jump, she was too weak to hurt him badly with her magic. Leogan may not have targeted her but the island had been chaotic, she had done a little fighting at least.

"Father...you would leave him to die, bastard!" Iria spat, blinking when the feline lower his head and snarled at her, eyes flaring.

"Leave her Trowa, I am a Squire and my place is with you." Quatre turned from his sister, holding still as the long tail lifted him and returned him to a flaming back. "Seriously Iria not all demons are monsters."

"Quatre what are you going to do?" Iria did not like the idea of her brother fighting anymore, even if Barton would be doing most of it.

"I am going to go put and end to this or die trying, same with the rest of my friends." Quatre answered knowing the others were all heading for the main building, it was the only place the shield could be activated from.

"Father would not want you to risk your life for him." Iria understood Quatre's desire to help, but he was too gentle to be an effective killer.

Quatre nodded, she was right there, "I know, but I am sick of all this petty suffering and I will do all in my power to try and stop it." Turning his head away he closed his eyes when Trowa roared, Hiro answering his call soon after. The Made glanced at the blonde Witch before turning and bounding off to join the others in general mayhem.

Iria hung her head, her brother was so stubborn when determined and this time it just might get him killed. Frowning she took off after them, she would be damned if she did not at lease go to help her father and brother if no one else. "Men."

As We Dance With The Devil Tonight7

Duo slipped off of the big bad demonic sort of wolf before sighing, he was feeling a bit drained and neither a good shag or stomach full of blood would help. Hiro stood behind him, sniffing the air as they waited for the others to join them, Trowa's roar had not sounded that far off either time. Jerking he frowned when a Knight of the Arcane walked up to him, armor battle damaged but mostly intact. Frowning he noted a stylized golden dragon over the other's heart and smirked, "Well Wu Wu took you long enough to get here."

The Knight in question halted, head titling slightly at the demon behind Duo, "Be thankful I made here before that damn shield came down or you would be on your own. I take it that is Yui or Barton?"

"Yui, Barton is with Quatre, he would be the roar you heard. So what's the stitch?" Duo was not worried about being ambushed with two Tier two Knights at his side, Wufei would never let another kill him, even if he might try himself.

Wufei sighed, Duo and his strange slang, "All three towers have been breached and their crystals destroyed. There are rumors Leogan was in one and is now dead, unconfirmed."

-Confirmed, I drained the traitor myself.- Trowa sneered as he landed soundlessly, paler form contrasting Hiro's darker one.

Wufei turned to the Hellcat that was Barton, made sense the Blood pair were a feline and a canine. "Understood. The remaining forces are within, the Lycan have secured all escape routes off this island, any for the Suns not dead are being treated and detained by my men."

Hiro nodded, he knew Chang was through since they had worked together before a few times. -It is good you are here Chang, Barton and I cannot do this alone.-

"You have done most of the work already, they underestimated you both." Wufei had heard of Barton before, really only trusting Yui's assessment, he seemed to be exactly as advertised.

"Bub you have no clue how bad those guys done goofed." Duo shook his head, turning his attention to Quatre when he moved forward to join him. From the welts and blood he could guess Daddy Dearest would be non too happy with Trowa, good for them. "Cat you know Wufei?"

"Not personally no," Quatre answered, he knew Wufei specialized in fire much like Duo did, though that was one of the few things the pair had in common.

Wufei nodded, "It is a pleasure. Which of you Knights are in charge?"

-Neither really, though Barton will follow our lead as long as it is sound.- Hiro answered nodding slightly to the flaming feline at his side. Trowa was younger and followed more experienced people when they proved they knew what they were doing, Hiro followed the Made when called for.

Trowa glanced the Knight still in his armor, the other had no trouble talking to them in these forms which intrigued him. -You have a plan then Chang?-

"A bit of one yes, however those forms are too bulky for the hallways." Wufei was pleased the Made was willing to defer to him, they had never really met.

The demonic pair glanced at each other before shifting forms once more, it did not take long to do. Anthropomorphic versions of their beast forms no bigger then a bipedal Lycan greeted the curious Warlocks. "It would be best if we did not bring the building down on the hostages." Hiro agreed, no longer using telepathy to speak since he was in a humanoid form once more.

Trowa shook his head since rolling his eyes was out of the question, "The Council will be mad enough we destroyed their fancy towers."

"How can you form consonances without lips?" Duo asked frowning at the Made, Hiro's skull was a face plate Trowa's was his actual face. "Not to mention the whole no eyes thing, creepy."

Trowa chuckled, there was a reason demons took on human forms to seduce humans. "Magic."

"Says the former human. So we waiting for the lady folk or something else?" Duo was fine waiting for Katherine, she knew what her brother sounded like.

Wufei rolled his eyes, "Who besides Bloom?"

"Lady Epine is with her, they have been bonding," Trowa answered not revealing how he knew that.

"Aroree I take it? If they get here before we are ready then they are free to join us. I want one of you to cover each side while I head down the middle, as a Knight of the Arcane I have access you both do not, and so will not set off any alarms. Once I know what we are dealing with exactly you two can have your fun." Wufei was more then happy to leave the Suns to the Lamia, he was not about to get between a hunter and their deserving prey.

Trowa glanced at the last stronghold, tail lashing, "They wanted us rampaging as demons, might as well show them why they need to be careful what they wish for."

Hiro nodded, the fools deserved no less, "Agreed, San-kun take the left."

"Hi-kun," Trowa said with a nod before walking past Hiro without another word, Quatre smiling at Duo before running after the feline.

Hiro nodded to Wufei before following the pair, Duo following with a salute to Wufei. Wufei closed his eyes for a moment as he turned, "Nataku." Opening his eyes he walked forward, thankful the Suns were so foolish to leave Witches free to roam about even if they were not fellow Suns. They would pay for being so arrogant, pay dearly.

As We Dance With The Devil Tonight7

"Damn it those demons cannot be killed!

"They're both here?"

"Where is Lord Leogan?"

"Lycan have secured the island with some of the Lamia and a few Witches, we have no way off once the shield comes down!"

"Protect the crystal!"

Lord Winner raised his head, frowning at all the yelling. It seemed things were falling apart. Glancing at the monitors he gaped at the two demons walking calmly down halls, demonic flames taking out anything in their way. Quatre fallowed the feline, Duo the canine so the Warlock felt safe in guessing which demon was which Knight. Seeing his son alive and mostly well eased much of his worry, not knowing had been hard. They said he had been killed by Barton, which was clearly not true since they were both there. "Quatre." Catching a flash out of the corner of his eye he blinked at a Knight of the Arcane, he had not known any had made it onto the island before the shield came down. The golden dragon marked him as Wufei Chang, the Solitary Dragon, and master of all things fire. Golden eyes fell on the monitors, a slight nod given, clearly things were going well.

"What do we do?"

"Blow this place at lease we'll kill them both!"

"Sirs reports of Knights of the Arcane coming in, Chang's trainees!"

"Chang is Here?! When did he?"

"Great, demons and the Dragon!"

"They won't risk Winner!"

"The Bloods don't care, and his son is the plaything of one of them!"

Winner blinked before frowning at that last shouted comment, unsure which of the remaining Suns was shouting what. He and a few other high ranking Witches were chained and bound, helpless to stop anything. At first the attack had seemed random, but with things going badly it became clear it was the Suns alone. Focusing on the monitor with his son he noted the feline pause as if listening to something, nodding slightly before lashing out with his bladed tail. The door to the left and the right were destroyed by blade or claw as the demons enter the room. The Suns all froze, gaping at the skull faced feline, and skull masked canine pair focusing on them. A savage roar cracked glass as Barton let his rage be known. Hiro growled as he pounced with a canine cry of his own, fangs and claws spraying blood every which way.

A gentle hand on his should drew his attention from the carnage to his kneeling son. His white shirt was slashed open, a few other slashes added to the damage. Right lower sleeve soaked red, a smaller stain on the left, a few splatters scattered about. His bare chest had faint welts that matched the slashes confirming the shirt had been slashed open. Frowning at that Winner hugged his son the moment his hands were freed. Ignoring Duo and Chang freeing the others, Hiro growling, and Barton holding the Witch who had been in charge. "It is good to see you my son."

"It is good to see you as well Father." Smiling Quatre hugged his father once more before glancing at Duo who was grinning at Wufei.

"A bit messier then I prefer but well done." Wufei nodded in approval, it would take months to clean and repair everything, thankfully things like this did not happen often.

Hiro turned to Wufei, shrugging as he reverted to his human form, the only enemy was not going anywhere. "We did get a bit carried away."

Trowa snarled at the Witch, bloodied fangs parting, enjoying her fear very much. -Next time they claim to kill one of us they had better be sure they managed it, not that any will live long to try again.-

"The spell worked," The Witch said just above a whisper.

"You cannot separate the demon from the mortal, even if you could we are uncontrollable without knowing all our names. You have no idea what you would unleash if you could do such a thing." Hiro shook his head, the only thing controlling their demonic sides was their human one, for lack of a better term.

-Save your breath she won't remember anything for long.- Trowa reminded his friend before hissing, blade like teeth closing around her neck, spitting her head out before dropping her body as he retook his human form. "Bitter."

"Was that necessary?" Winner asked, noting the Lamia's clothes were also torn, though blood stains did not show on black as they did lighter colors.

"All Suns on this island are slated to be executed, and a Knight has the right to slay who they wish. Barton you drained Leogan is that the end?" Wufei was ready to get back to the others now that they were almost done.

"There are a few small cells left but none here, I will give a full report on them later. They will scatter the second they learn they failed, and none of our forces can get to them all in time." Trowa frowned slightly, not being about to call out was a pain.

"You killed Leogan?" Winner could not believe the other Lord was dead, fanatical leaders were hard to kill.

"He tried to kill your son," Trowa answered turning to the Warlock, tone slightly annoyed.

Winner glanced at Quatre who looked away, getting the feeling there was more to it then just that. Turning back to the Made he opened his mouth, leaving it open when Katherine walked in frowning at the mess. "Lady Bloom."

"Trowa I see you were annoyed, good thing we don't have to pay for all of this." Katherine teased looking her brother over, he would be fine with a meal and a nice long nap. Glancing at Winner she nodded politely, "Lord Winner, it is in nice to see you did not help these traitors."

"Well I see you mostly kept the clothes I gave you in one piece, I'm almost flattered." Aroree cooed as she walked in, not at all phased by the damage and gore.

"Aroee!?" Lord Winner blinked at his daughter, she looked just as he last seen her save the battle torn clothing.

Cold crimson eyes turned to regard the older male, "Don't speak to me, not after what you did to Lana."

Katherine smiled slightly when Trowa placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder, the blonde placing golden nails on the back of his hand. "Well I will be heading back to our main forces, Trowa follow when you are ready."

"Sister," Trowa acknowledged with a bow of his head, not surprise she had left. "She would have been proud of you today."

Aroree smiled at Trowa, leaning close she kissed his cheek gently, "It's a pity you're a man Kitten, but at least you are a good one. I'll see to your sister while you Knights finish up here."

Trowa bowed his head to her with a half smirk, turning dark eyes to Hiro and Wufei. "You think we will be called in first thing to debrief the Order or the Council?"

Hiro sighed, "I can't speak for the Arcane but no doubt the Lamian and Lycan will allow us some sleep before bothering us."

Wufei smirked slightly, no doubt the Knights of the Blood had been running on just that for a while now, and like sugar or adrenaline it crashed hard when it crashed. "I will do what I can to help with that. With the remaining Suns being integrated it will take a day, even if they are drained one by one for any secretes they might hold. Barton it was an honor to face death by your side."

Trowa bowed, use to formal Asians thanks to Hiro, "I look forward to being so honored once more Lord Chang."

Wufei gave an approving nod, it was so nice to met a Made with manners who was not a Lycan, "Lord Yui until the next battle."

"Always Lord Chang," Hiro bowed before turning to Trowa, pleased with his friend. "He likes you, and he does not like many people."

"I don't mind him either, and I am glad I don't have to babysit a bunch of lords after this mess," Trowa rubbed his aching shoulder.

"Trowa are you all right?" Quatre asked frowning, Trowa's shoulder had not been wounded since the Flare Arrow as far as he knew, not that he knew what Leogan had done to him.

"hmm? Oh that, I'm fine really, Leogan had fun with draining attacks no impaling or burning." Trowa lowered his hand, he was just stiff a bit all over, they all were.

Hiro snorted, "As if you would eat your little blond friend even half mad, bigots never understand what they hate. Get some rest my friend you already rose from the dead today."

Trowa chuckled as she nodded, "As if Sis will let me do otherwise once we get home?"

Duo stretched, "I am so soaking the pain out of by poor abused body before sleeping. I need to be well rested so I can be abused by the higher ups."

Hiro shook his head when Trowa chuckled softly, "Come I will see you assured Hilde you are fine before you get home."

"Hil would kill me otherwise, Cat drag Cy to see her too Kay? By now!" Duo called as Hiro gently pulled the braided brunet behind him.

"I can see to finding her myself Quatre, get some rest you did well today." Trowa placed a hand on Quatre's shoulder, nodding he turned and headed up the left staircase he had made a mess of coming down.

Lord Winner sighed softly, Quatre was looking after the Made no doubt worrying a little. It was hardly surprising since they had been fighting beside each other for hours now. "He did that to you?" Quatre jumped, turning he bit his lip. "Leogan tried to get him to kill you, that was why?"

"He thought he could weaken them and they would attack us, Trowa did just to keep Leogan talking." Quatre was no good at lying and his father knew it, and if he even tried to lie about Trowa his father might take it the wrong way.

"Drained of energy not blood, much harder, Leogan really did hate him." Lord Winner did not want to think about what an energy starved Lamia might do to recharge, Quatre had not shied or otherwise reacted badly to Barton's touch after all. Quatre turned to frown at him slightly, and he wondered if his son was thinking of what he had done to Lana. He had overreacted so badly and lost Aroree, he had not seen her since, and likely would not see her much again. "Come, rest sounds good for us all."

As We Dance With The Devil Tonight7

The next chapter will deal with the bet, Hilde greeting her boys, all that stuff promise. I hope all my fans mentally shouting 'JUST KISS!' are happy now. Sure there was a kiss last chapter but that so did not count, well not really. Anything you want to see or have answered just let me know in a review/comment. Probably won't touch this until I update 'Dress Up Dolls' again.