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"Seduction in Blood"Written By: Emerald Pillow & Thorne Pairings: Too many to name Warnings: Humor; Agnst; Death; & Lemon/Limes
Disclaimer: I don't own the Gundam guys, just
the images in my head... And anyone who may want to sue, can have
Emerald's cat that's named Duo...but looks like Trowa... Notes: This is the first fanfic that I have ever been able to post. I've had much help from Emerald. Thanks again Em!!! Rating: NC 17 The vampire of this story does a lot of thinking. When this occur ~ ~ will indicate thoughts.
Seduction In Blood Part 4
Duo laid on his back on the bed, staring at a picture of him and Trowa. It's been only two weeks, but it felt like two months. Every day that passed, he missed his lover more. There were times that he would wake in the middle of the night cold, and attempting to cuddle to the taller boy. . .but he wasn't there. He missed his voice, his rare smiles, but mostly his comfort; something Duo could use the most right now. Ever since the incident at the library, life has been a living hell for him. He couldn't even go to class without a slew of reporters, holding microphones to his face, asking insensitive questions and flashing one photo after another. It was because of the press that he locked himself in his apartment, where he was going stir crazy with loneliness and heart ache. Sure, Hilde stopped by everyday, but it wasn't the same. After being released from the hospital, and having a million questions thrown at him, Duo was starting to remember bits and pieces of what had happened that night. He remembered walking from the library, and the man asking him what time it was. He recalled being attacked, and having a gun drawn on him. The raping and the Chinese boy's face that owned the black eyes had also returned. . .but he couldn't figure out how he had gotten on the steps of the library. Nor could he remember what had happened to the Chinese boy. It was when he remembered, that the boy started haunting his dreams. His memories were interrupted as he heard something moving around in the living room. Sitting the picture back on the night stand, he quietly picked up the baseball bat that was always kept at the side of the bed. He remained as silent as possible as he walked over to the bedroom door. He listened intently to the next room for movement. Noting that everything was calm, he stepped inside and turned on the light. Nothing seemed wrong or out of place. All the windows were closed; the door still locked. Just to be on the safe side, he checked every nook, cranny, and closet of the whole apartment. When he came up empty handed, he felt safer. "Man, I'm not going to last like this." He said aloud, just to break the eerie silence. He slumped onto the couch and turned on the television. All that seemed to be on were dating shows and the news. The news only reminded him of what had happened; the dating shows made him miss Trowa all the more. . .so he turned off the TV and turned on the radio. After finding his favorite station, he began dancing and singing with the song. The lighthearted beat made him feel a little more like himself. In an attempt to keep his mind from returning to his fears, he shifted through the mail of the pass few days. He came across the usual bills and flyers, however, there was a letter half way through the stack that caught his attention. The letter didn't have a address on it, nor did it have a return address. It was as if whoever sent it just placed it in the mail box. Stranger yet was that the writing on the front of the envelope wasn't of his language. He knew he had seen this style of writing before, but couldn't quite place it. Curious, he opened the envelope to find a piece of paper with more of the same writing on it as the front. While studying, he recognized the scripture. Some of the words he knew off hand, the others were new to him. Setting the rest of the mail back on the table, he turned toward the book shelf in the back of the room. He knew he still had his textbook from his freshman year of college. Finding what he needed, he tucked the book under his arm, and picked up his book bag from the couch. He headed into the kitchen where he could sit at the table and have enough room. He laid the book, and letter down while he rummaged for a spiral notebook and a pen. He started at the top of the letter, translating it the best he could. When he came to a word he didn't know, he looked it up. It took longer than expected, since not every single word was in the book, and therefore, he had to look up each letter. Finally, ten minutes later, there was a translation of the note sitting in his notebook. As he read it, at first he wondered if it was some sort of joke. Upon reading it a second time, he wondered how much was true. Duo, There was no type of signature at the end of the note. Duo knew for a fact just how difficult it was to write the language on the original letter. He had been trying for several years, and his still looked like a child merely drawing for fun. The letters on this note were as perfect as the ones in the textbook. He looked up at the clock. It was already 11:30, and the fishing dock was a fifteen minute drive from his apartment. The problem would be if he could actually make it to the dock without the press following him. He debated a moment longer before pushing from the table. His curiosity wouldn't allow him to rest if he didn't meet as the person who wrote this wanted. He wasn't quite sure what, but something was demanding that he go. As he dressed and turned down the radio, he peeked out of his front window to find that the parking lot no longer held news vans. Sighing in relief, he made sure he had his keys before he left. He could sense the approaching figure. He didn't need to look up to know that Duo was looking for him. Relief washed over him as the footsteps stopped. The coal eyes slowly opened and raised to look at the braided boy. He licked his lips as he remembered how delicious the blood was that seeped from his body. He could hear the boy's thoughts and doubts about coming here and being tricked. "I am glad that you decided to come Duo." He spoke suddenly, and the American jumped. He looked around in the darkness, wondering where exactly the voice was coming from. "Where are you?" "Right here." The answer came from the shadows looming behind the one and only remaining lamp post on the dock. "Who are you?" "My name is Chang, Wu Fei." Duo snickered. "You mean, you're a cult member who believes that you're Wu Fei. So who are you really?" "I am Wu Fei. I would have thought that, of all people, you would have believed me. After all, is not the supernatural what you study in school?" Deep down, Duo wanted to believe what the person was claiming as true, but as it stood, anyone could claim to be the urban legend. "I didn't come here to waste my time. What do you want from me?" "I want you to kill me." "Sorry, I might be what others would deem a 'wakco' but I'm not a murder." "It wouldn't actually be murder, because I'm not really alive." "Come into the light." Wu Fei hesitated a moment before full filling the request. The face that appeared in the dim light was the same from his dreams. Duo was a little surprised at the attire. It was moldy and had several holes all through out it. "You might want to update your wardrobe buddy. That style went out centuries ago." "Duo, will you please full fill my request?" "Sorry, I'm not buying that you are a vampire." Duo answered. Though the person before him was the most bizarre he had ever met, he couldn't help but feel comfortable around him. "Even if you are a vampire, why would you want to die?" "If you knew my story, then you would understand." "I know 'your story' buddy. Everyone knows the urban legend of Wu Fei. The last remaining vampire on all of Earth. Tracked down by the greatest vampire hunter, but was unable to be killed. So he imprisoned the last of the vampires in suspended animation and drained all of his blood. The hunter drank the vampire blood so that he too became immortal and would forevermore stand watch over the grave so that the vicious vampire would never roam the Earth again. Every kid knows the story. So where's your guardian 'Wu Fei'?" "Is that how my story has become? It had gotten that twisted over the years?" "Yeah, well that's how it is. . .and unless you have another reason for me to be here besides asking me to commit first degree murder, then I'm out of here." With that, Duo turned and headed back to his car. He stopped in his tracks as he realized that Wu Fei was standing in front of him. Confused, he looked back to where the Chinese boy was once standing, then to the front again. He didn't even hear the other boy move from his spot. "How did you do that?" "I told you, I am a vampire. I have uncanny speed. Give me your arm." "What?" "Give me your arm, and I will prove to you that I am who I claim." Duo hesitated a moment before extending his arm to the boy. Wu Fei accepted it, and stepped closer. He stared into the big violet eyes a moment before lifting the arm to his lips. "Hey, don't get fresh with me. I have a boyfriend." The American teased as he thought the other boy was going to start kissing him. He cringed in pain as he felt teeth sink into his flesh. He tried to pull away, but the hold on his wrist was too strong. "Hey, what the hell you doin'?" With that, Wu Fei pulled away to reveal two bleeding punctures on Duo's forearm. "Is that suppose to prove something, other than a good way to get diseases?" Without an explanation, Wu Fei reclaimed the arm to his lips. Duo could feel a light sucking against his flesh. When the other boy pulled away, the bleeding had stopped and the holes had been closed. As he stared at his arm he was consumed with shock. The two wounds looked as if they had been made a long time ago, opposed to only a few minutes. "Now do you believe me?" Duo nodded and looked
up from his arm.
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