10-04-01
Calliope*~ aka Stephanie M.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing
AN: Ok, Yea is
pronounced YAY not yeah, YAY Okiday?
**glares at all people who pronounce yea yeah**
Relena Peacecraft looked at the body dripping blood into the town square. Shaking her head, she leaned out the window and cut the rope that held the body to the light post. The heavy thing fell with a splat onto the cement below. She wiped the black blood off her dagger and slipped it back into the folds of her skirt before carefully making her way down the rickety stairs.
“Girl put that body up!” An old woman shouted, “Put it up!”
“Why?” Relena asked, “So you can point, gawk, and throw rotten fruit at it?”
“Yes, God knows they deserve it.”
“How dare you use the name of God to cover such sin!” A young man with chestnut hair tied into a braid yelled.
“Shut up, Maxwell!” The old woman cried, “Lena Craft is a no good vampire lover and she shouldn’t be allowed to be part of the church or the community!”
“Oh, don’t you tell me to shut up Nora Gills! My father married you to your husband and I myself conducted the funeral! Do not ever disgrace the family name!” Duo shouted.
“Well, Duo,” Nora sneered, her voice lowering, “I need not say anything to disgrace it, you are doing that well enough yourself.” Nora stepped back and spat at Relena, “Vampire lover.” She sneered contemptuously, “Vampire lover.”
“So, are we putting this one with the others?” Duo asked, once Nora had gone.
Relena nodded, picking up the body by the arms. Duo took his legs and away they went. They passed building after building until finally they were out of town and walking on dirt instead of concrete. They hauled the body up the hill to the gravedigger’s house.
“Hoy, Trowa!” They called.
A man with odd bangs that covered one side of his face stepped out of the house, “Hoy!” He called. “Another one for the cellar?”
“Yes.” Relena replied, tugging the body through the door.
“Hey,” Trowa said, jokingly, “Don’t get blood on my floor.”
“Ha ha.” Relena said dryly, noting the blood caked wood. “Trowa, how do you live like this?”
“Well, I clean the floor once every month or so.” He replied with a small laugh.
“I missed you on church Sunday.” Duo commented, while he helped Relena carry the body downstairs.
“Yes, well, as a rule gravediggers don’t attend church.” Trowa stated.
“Bart Michaels came to church the other day.” Duo replied.
“Well then, as a rule I don’t attend church.”
“Oh will you two ever cease?” Relena asked, her tone light. “Every time you meet you argue over the church. Let us have peace for once, will that do?”
“Of course, Lady.” They both replied.
“All right.” Trowa said, hoisting the body onto his left shoulder, “We only have two compartments left.”
“Let’s hope that the townspeople don’t go on another killing spree then.” Duo muttered, opening the door to freezing chamber eight.
Trowa placed the body in the freezing chamber and shut the door up tight while cold air blew inside of it, preserving the body. “Dr. J’s invention is genius.”
“Yeah,” Relena said, “I still can’t figure out how he got the air to circulate.”
“He says he followed some old plans he found near the ruins of the space craft used to carry us here.” Duo remarked.
“Was he drinking?” Trowa asked.
“Probably.” Relena said dismissively.
“Why are you so quick to think that he was drinking?” Duo asked.
“Because it’s Dr. J.” Both Trowa and Relena replied.
“Oh, right.” Duo said, scratching the back of his head. “Well, let’s get out of here, this place gives me the creeps.”
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“Sir, are you alright?” Quatre asked, leaning over a man lying in the street, “Sir?”
“Shhh.” The man said. “Can’t you see the evil?”
“Evil? You mean the vampires, right?” Quatre asked politely.
“Yes and no.” The man replied in a hushed whisper.
“Yes and no? I’m afraid I don’t understand your answer, Sir.” Quatre said.
“It’s the vampires and the humans both! It’s human nature! It’s the blood! It’s the planet!” He shouted, “Cursed! That’s what we all are, cursed! Cursed with the craving for blood! And we’ll never stop till we’ve had it all!” The man shouted.
“Sir, calm down.” Quatre said, his voice rose a little.
“Calm down? Calm down? I’m dying, boy! They’re killing me, the lot of them, and here you are telling me to be calm? Ha! What a joke! What a trick! You jest boy, surely you do! Do not try to fool a fool! Calm down he says, ha ha! No one is calm, boy, the unrest is here, the blood lust, I told you we’re cursed! Haven’t you been paying attention? I won’t calm until it stops, or I die, whichever comes first. I’ll die first, of that I am sure. It’ll never stop! That’s the funny thing! Here’s a tip, boy, don’t ever tell a crazy man to calm down!” The man yelled.
Quatre backed away from him slowly then took off running down the alley.
Gee Quatty, always running when things just get a little scary, eh? I always knew you were a coward. Well run then, you little runt, run like the scared little boy you are. You heard what that man called you, BOY. And that’s what you are, just a frightened little weakling, and everyone knows it, Quatty, everyone.
“Stop it.”
Stop? Now why ever would I do that? No, I’ll just stay here. Maybe one day I’ll drive you insane, and then I’ll have a big party to celebrate.
“I am insane.”
Only you think so, Quatty, only you.
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AN: So do you like it so far? Is it ok? I’m sorry for not working on my other stuff, I just got this idea in my head or I dreamed it and I woke up right before it ended so the idea has been floating around and blocking all the other ideas because this idea is a mean little b*. I know a lot of the characters may seem ooc but hold on, it’s only the first chapter. And sorry about the mini yea rant, my friend was just bugging me.