To Kill a Soul (PG-13) Part 1

[Miss Peeps]

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Title: To Kill a Soul
Rating: PG-13 violence
Disclaimer: eh... I have the DVDs...


The pain was gone but the ache that ate away his soul returned. The ache was back. Because... His soul...

It should be gone.

It was wretched that it had burdened him in the first place. But to return to a lifeless body... after all the war... the soul

It should be gone.

His body desired blood. The soul fought against it and his mind tried to shoo the soul.

Two years ago the soul reappeared in his body. The unwanted conscience returned after uncounted years.

It wasn?t expected. He was long dead. The soul dispersed and the body became an animalistic shell. A soul wasn?t needed for survival, and survival was all that was needed. He needed no companions to care for. He needed no kindness. He needed no love or hate. Yet the despised soul returned.

He now knew why he?d accepted the job.

That human knew what he was, and was tempted. The fool was tempted enough to approach him.

And he?d accepted. He learned to pilot a gundam to fight for outer space. He was to fight to bring peace to humans.

Perhaps he?d be killed. That would have been nice.

It was something to do, something to pass time. It was something he never needed. His soul wanted a purpose.

Now the war was over and the gundams were the heroes. Humanities peace was brought by a vampire, controlled by an unwanted soul.

And what an unwanted soul it was.

?So get rid of it,? a voice whispered.

The vampire reached out with his mind only to sense no one. Just a voice in his head.

Then again, it wasn?t a bad idea.

Who ever said you could not rid a body of its soul?

The vampire smirked. It was evening, time to feed. He?d think clearly after he?d had some blood. He walked into an alley feet squishing in his wet boots.

******
?Our village must ask you to leave,? the wise woman stated. ?The birds and stones tell me ill of you. They say you will turn into a demon. The stones and birds don?t lie,? she explained. ?In your current state you would never harm the village. But when you change, you will be a danger to us all. Leave now in honor or the village will force you out.?

?I don?t understand,? he replied in shock.

?The stones and birds never lie. Now leave.?

He paused. His entire life lay in this village. ?At least let me tell my family my fate.?

?You will be gone by tomorrow morning. Understood??

He hurt. ?I understand, wise woman. I will leave for the well being of the village.?

?I?m sorry that such a fate would be fall you of all people. I wish you well.?

******


He sliced the victim?s neck disguising the bite mark and wiped the remaining blood from his lips. Humans were stupid. About four centuries ago, they buried themselves in studies, and seeing as vampires didn?t make sense, they were dismissed as myths. He figured none of it made sense. Why did he drink blood? Why would he exist forever? Why was he damned to be what he was?

?You?d rather be human, just like me.? Spoke a voice.

He didn?t turn. He knew who it was.

?No,? he said, ?Humans are weak. I?m better off with power.?

The human was dead. If he was a human, it might as well be him laying wide eye, pale, and bloodless.

He turned to leave. One less human. One less life. One more kill. What did it matter? Life was cheap.

?It seems so much better to live a short na?ve life rather than suffer for millenniums.? The younger of the two continued speaking more to the air than to the other. ?To drink a human?s blood to continue to exist.?

?Humans are food. Nothing else.?

?Oh, yeah?? he questioned. ?They?ve been my food as well for quite a while now. But I can?t kill them when I feed. Even you have to admit they mean something to you, Heero.?

He stopped. ?I?ve told you. My name is not Heero.?

?As mine is not Trowa.? The younger of the vampires replied.

Heero was a code name given for the war. He had long forgotten his own name after thousands of years without use for it.

The younger vampire hadn?t had that time to forget his own name. His years counted only 76, but as a human he was an orphan. It?s impossible to lose something you never had, and in his case it was a name.

?You shouldn?t be attached to humans,? the murder stated and continued to walk. ?You have to leave them or kill them after one or two years. If you don?t they start asking questions.?

Trowa smiled grimly, ?I know. Don?t become attached to humans. I guess that?s something I won?t learn for another three hundred years. And then what do you suggest I do? Trust a vampire??

The older turned back. ?You can never trust a vampire.?

******

He looked down the barrel of his gun.

Humans had easily succeeded in creating instruments for the purpose of killing each other. Young vampires rarely killed. They were too attached to the humans, blind of their faults. ?Humans think and talk. They have feelings. They don?t deserve just be killed off like cattle.?

What a load of crap. Humans didn?t have to kill, but he?d watched the years travel. They wedged wars fighting for power. Killing. Humans invented guns, and bombs and other tools of massacre. The humans were a self absorbed overconfident race that continually struggled for power. The guns, bombs, and mobile suits simply aided them in their disgusting duel for power by taking lives.

Of course a gun, bomb or mobile suit wouldn?t harm him. Tear his flesh at worst, but it would simply grow back same as before. Immortality was so sour. He could never leave this body.

Gun... with this he?d kill her. Kill her from the balcony. Kill her with the weapon invented by humans to murder each other.

She talked of pacifism. Discarding weapons, forming one nation, throwing away war; this revolutionary girl called for changes. Her words flowed knitting themselves together in a poem. A poem speaking of peace, and the road to the wanted destination. She spoke convincingly. Smooth words, pure words that appealed like blood seeping from an open wound.

Blood...

She was being used. The girl had become nothing but a puppet used by those wanting more lives and more power to their name. Her plan would never convince these people. But her elegant words gained support from others. The others followed what pretended to be behind her. They supported the lying scandals controlling the pacifist. They supported them because of her. She had to be killed.

The girl finished her speech. She glanced his way and looked into his eyes.

He?d kill this worthless stupid human girl.

Her face was lovely, like gazing upon the dawn. Her features were strong and determined. She held power. Her kindness, intelligence and resolve led her to conquer all. No one could not love her. She touched hearts.

He?d talked to her. She softened him. She brought him comfort, relief. The kindness she exhibited soaked into his mind and nourished the soul.

She had to die. All that he had to do was pull.

He looked down the barrel of the gun.






Relena...







He turned away. He couldn?t harm the human. His soul longed to be with her.

******

His eyes snapped open. A dream... Just a strange dream...

He hadn?t had one in such a long time. Vampires just didn?t have dreams. But they always meant something. Of Course.

He?d kill her.

Kill the woman who brought back his soul. The sweet kind woman who warmed his soul had to die. Kill her. Kill Relena. Kill his soul.

Yes

Exactly

******

He looked upon the front door to his small house. He?d never set foot in this region again. The shock of his dismissal had worn away and was replaced by grief.

Life was good to him here. He lived in this small house with his widowed sister and her young son. Living in a farming and fishing village had suited him just fine, but to leave it behind. That did not suit him.

He didn?t prefer to live in crowds. His house was on the outskirts of the village in the middle of the small field that he owned. The sea was near so that the sent of salt was distinct to the area. You could reach the water in just half an hour at a walking pace if you took a shortcut through the forest.

The life was simple, uneventful. The way it should be, peaceful and sincere. He knew not how to live any other way; the people raised him as such since he was child. And now he was to be stripped from all this? All would be gone.

What did the birds know? What did the stones know? He?d never seen one speak in a tongue he recognized. Who was the wise woman to know how to speak to such things?

He opened the door possessed by anger and resentment.

His house was always neat. At the time, his sister would be cooking their food for the night, his nephew playing with the grass dolls his sister had made him.

He removed his shoes to enter.

The sight before him blew his mind.

The three year old cried panicking in a corner. His sister was sprawled on the ground dead. A man from the village he had never been fond of stooped over her. Sucking blood from her neck

?You demon!? he cried.

The manned raised his head from his prey and turned.

Indescribable hate flowed through his veins. He pulled out his fishing knife, jumping forward driving it into the man?s heart. He pulled back, black blood dripping from his knife and hand.

The demon chuckled. ?That won?t harm me, human.? His skin knitted itself back together crawling, like the short legs of a cockroach, covering his wound.

The demon struck the other.

He flew into the wall with a sickening crunch. Darkness closed in. It was surely the end. The demon?s laugh echoed in his head as he slipped from the conscious world.

******

?You?re leaving, Trowa?? Catherine asked softly.

?Yes,? the vampire replied as he packed his belongings.

?But why? Why are you leaving us??

?There are things about my past that you?ll never understand, Cathy.?

?You?re a gundam pilot, I know that. But that?s behind you now. You?ve got a home here and you?re leaving it??

?A demon like me can?t have a home.?

?What makes you think you?re a demon, Trowa? Tell me? Are all the other soldiers demons too? They?ve done the same things as you.?

?If they?ve done the same things as I have, they?re demons.? Trowa confirmed.

?So what are they doing returning to their families? Why should they have a home??

?They don?t. Those who have existed off of what I have don?t have homes. They don?t have families. I?ve already told you: there are things about my past you will never understand. I can?t have a home or a family. You?re better off without me.?

The vampire picked up his belongings.

?Are you coming back??

Trowa couldn?t bring himself to answer. He knew what the answer was. He could never return.

?Fine then, leave; leave those who care about you. Don?t come back. See how much pain you?ll cause or have you even thought about that, Trowa??

?I?ll cause you more pain if I stay.?

?How can that be??

?I?m sorry, Catherine. I can?t stay.?

?What happens if you stay, Trowa??

Those who knew his identity would use her against him. His location would be attacked. Many things came with being a gundam pilot. If those problems weren?t enough... She?d find out what he was. Another vampire would attack her. She?d grow older, he wouldn?t. He?d drink her blood. If that happened he could get carried away. Kill her. Stop, and leave her in extreme pain. Turn her into a vampire. Then she?d suffer forever, just like him.

?You really wanna know??

?Yes.?

?You?d die.?

?Trowa...?

?Goodbye, Cathy?

The vampire left his home, knowing he?d never be able to return. A cold tear slid down his cheek. He wiped it away, knowing he had to move on, again.

******

?So Trowa, where ya headed?? asked Heero.

?To Earth, my shuttle leaves in half an hour. Are we on a nick-name basis now?? the younger replied.

?It just gets a better response than the word ?you?.?

?So where are you going??

?Apparently same place on the same shuttle as you?

?What are you doing on Earth??

?Cleaning up?

Trowa sighed. Cleaning up was the term they used when they had to leave or kill whatever humans with whom they?d become acquainted. It was time for him to ?clean up? as well.

?I told you not to become attached to humans.?

?Better to love and lose than to not love at all.?

?Human nonsense?

?What about you? Are you just going to disappear again? There?s a lot more people you involved yourself with this time. I think you?ve even got some soul back. You?ve attached yourself to some humans.?

?Watch your mouth or I?ll kill you along with them.?

?I?ve gotten a lot stronger since we met.?

?That doesn?t necessarily mean you?re strong.?

******

The old vampire walked down the lonely streets of the colony. The year was A. C. 139 and the news announced serial killings on the L3 space colony. They?d died from loss of blood from having their neck sliced and the killer wasn?t picky about who it murdered. All ages and sexes were found dead. Another vampire; this one seemed somewhat powerful. There weren?t many vampires left, much less strong ones.

When he was first changed, there were many vampires with wide ranging powers. They could shape shift, become invisible, read minds, move objects with mental power, and have incredible speed. There were strong vampires then.

He liked strong vampires. Nowadays there were few vampires, partially due to his efforts. Among those left; he was the strongest. The only thing that can harm a vampire is another vampire, and he?d proven that well. He?d find the other vampires, fight them, win, and suck them dry. Dry of their existence and their powers. Those powers went to him.

So naturally he had many powers.

He?d made a hobby of hunting other vampires, all the time he grew stronger.

He sensed another vampire; very weak. He followed the aura through an alley finding what he was looking for.

This vampire could not be the serial killer.

The young form was slopped against the back of a building asleep, his red blood slowly oozing from a bite on his neck. He?d just been killed.

The vampire leaned down and touched the wet slimy substance on the victim?s neck. He couldn?t be any older than he was when he was changed, 16.

Undoubtedly a spawn of the one he was hunting. That demon had to be close, the kill was fresh.

?I see you?ve found my fledgling,? stated a voice.

The vampire turned around. This was the one he was looking for.

?How would you like to die, human?? the man questioned.

The vampire raised his eyebrows. His enemy?s powers apparently did not include sensing auras, mind reading, or common sense for that matter. The man vanished. The stronger sensed it behind him and turned. ?Invisibility can?t make up for lack of intelligence,? he thought.

He jammed his fist into the other?s stomach. His enemy became visible again shock and fear dancing across his face. ?Now your powers are mine,? the vampire stated and sunk his fangs into his opponent?s neck. He sucked quickly stealing blood, powers, and so called life. The weaker of the vampires cried as he shriveled into a dehydrated wrinkled corpse.

He felt slightly stronger. That was an easy kill.

The fledgling stirred.

The new vampire tried to get up, only to cry out in pain and fall back. He needed blood. That body would perish if it didn?t get some blood.

He knelt down before the other, and pulled out a pocket knife.

?You,? he addressed. ?You?re his fledgling??

The other looked up at him.

He slit his wrist. ?Drink,? he stated.

?Drink? You?re blood?? The other asked confused and frightened

?That vampire changed you. I killed him. You?re a vampire now, kid. A vampire that currently needs blood.?

?I?m a vampire? But that?s impossible. There?s no such thing as vampires.?

He held out his wrist. ?Drink,? he repeated.

?I could never...?

?You can and you will. Drink.?

The younger hesitated. Need and instinct shoved aside virtue. He put his mouth to the cut and began to suck.

?He can?t even bring out his fangs, he?s so weak,? the older noted. ?The one who changed you didn?t give you much blood.? He waited a moment longer and pulled back his wrist. The fledgling grabbed his wrist and weakly pulled it back before realizing what he was doing. He abruptly let go.

?What?s wrong with me?? he asked.

?You?re a vampire. You want blood. Wait here.?

The younger didn?t object being barely able to move. His new acquaintance soon returned with an unconscious human.

?What?d you do to him?? the new vampire exclaimed.

?Knocked him out,? was his flat reply.

?Why? What?d he do??

?He did nothing. You need blood.?

?You?re telling me to kill this random person??

?If you don?t get some blood you?ll loose control of yourself and go on a killing spree. We can?t have vampires doing that in this age. That includes you.?

?Drink blood, like a demon, I won?t.?

?You drank my blood, didn?t you??

?But...?

?But what? You?re a vampire, a blood sucking demon. You exist off other?s blood. Get over it.?

?I couldn?t kill someone like that. I can?t. Isn?t a human life worth something to you??

?Life is cheap.?

?How can you say that??

?It comes with being a vampire.?

?Weren?t you human??

?Yeah, so what??

?Humans think and talk. They have feelings. They don?t deserve to just be killed off like cattle.?

?You?ll be killing them off like cattle in a few days if you don?t get some blood.?

?Just kill me, then.?

?You?re already dead. Now do as I say.?

?I can?t kill! I won?t!?

?If you?re worried about killing them you?re better off drinking some blood now. You want to go mad??

?No.?

?Then this is sensible. If you don?t want to kill humans you don?t have to. Forcing you to kill is something even I wouldn?t do. If you don?t want to kill, drink your fill and stop.?

?Can I even control myself now??

?If you?re so worried about killing the man, then I?ll stop you before you do.?

That seemed pretty convincing. He wouldn?t kill him, just drink a little. What harm could it be?

But to drink blood like a demon, truly become a vampire. He couldn?t. But he didn?t have to kill. He could just not be an evil vampire.

?If you don?t want to kill the human, then I?ll make sure you don?t,? the experienced vampire affirmed.

It was so tempting, and seemed harmless. He bit.

The older sighed. That one had some will. He had to redo his thoughts to get him to drink. He?d probably never kill a human. He finished feeding shortly. He shivered and stared blankly at the now pale human.

?You?ve done nothing wrong. You didn?t kill him, and he?ll be back to normal in a few hours.? The older stated.

?I?m so cold.?

?You?re dead. Your average body temperature will drop ten degrees. You?ll get used to it.? He explained. He paused for a moment noting the other?s guilty pained expression as he viewed his first meal. ?What?s your name??

?I?m an orphan. I don?t have a name.?

?No name??

?That?s what I?m called.?

?Then we?re in the same boat.?

?You don?t have a name either??

?I had one. Centuries ago, but I forgot it.?

?That old, huh??

He nodded the affirmative. ?Let?s go then, No name. I?ll show you how the vampire world works.?

?All right, but what should I call you??

?Whatever you want to?

******

His eyelids cracked open. He wasn?t dead? He figured the demon would have surely killed him. Killed him just like his sister.

He tried to stand to no avail. Every muscle ached, every bone crunched, his head felt like it was about to explode. The pain... it was like he was dying...

?Or dead,? he heard.

The demon; he?d kill him. Kill him now.

?Kill me?? responded the demon.

His eyes narrowed. How did this demon know his thoughts? Thoughts were protected and isolated in one?s own head.

The demon only laughed. ?Humans are such fools; weak fools with no power. You don?t have to be a fool anymore. I?ve changed you into one of us.?

?You changed me??

?Exactly, all you have to do is drink some of my blood before you die. And then you live forever.?

?No!?

?Yes. You?re already a demon like me. A soul less shell, a vampire that exist off human blood.?

?I?m not one of you! I?ll never be one of you.? He hissed.

?Probably true, you?ll most likely be killed off by a stronger vampire before you let go of your precious human ignorance.?

He picked up a knife. Kill the wretched man. He?d kill that demon. He?d kill all others like him. Kill them until he found himself satisfied with his killings. The demons deserved to die.

?Feisty, now are we? Careful, you don?t even know how to kill me.?

?You?ll see about that. I?m not the fool.?

He lunged forward with untouched speed. He swung the knife at the man?s chest.

He missed.

He threw the knife.

As if to show off, the demon allowed the weapon to pierce his shoulder. He grabbed the knife?s handle pulling it out of his body. The demon struck the other across the jaw.

He expected to be thrown against the wall, defeated. He didn?t move. The pain inflicted by his attack paled in comparison to that which pulsed through his body.

A deranged instinct over took him. He had to win the fight for what he believed in...

Or was it just for blood?

The ache was gone replaced by this mad desire. He struck his enemy once. Twice. A second instinct burned from a pain on his neck. It went up through his head down to his feet and tingled at the tips of each finger.

Kill

Bite

Suck

He bit his adversary. Blood flowed into his mouth. He swallowed savoring the taste. Taste like salt and sugar, gloom and joy, hate and love, life and death and it tasted good. He wanted more.

More blood

He drank the blood. It inched through his body. The taste turned into his emotions and with so many contradicting factors in the taste... His emotions disappeared.

He sucked. Sucked animalistic, starving for blood. He wanted to see death before him played out by his own hands.

The death of the monster came too quickly for the young vampire to realize what he was doing. He was now a demon. His enemy was dead and at the moment that was all that mattered.

The vampire that had attacked the small family shrunk and shriveled. His skin curled in contracting. Flesh vanished off the bones as the new vampire, his fledgling, killed him. That is if you could kill someone dead.

He let go of the corpse. Power, incredible power was in his hands. He could do everything that demon could and more. He wanted more power. More power and more blood, he definitely wanted more blood.

?O... Oji... Oji-san?? whispered a soft voice.

He looked down. The want for power and blood dampened. The young boy looked up at him, tears glossing his innocent eyes.

He leaned down and pulled the boy into his arms making to leave.

?We?ve got to leave, Hozumi,? he told his nephew. ?I no longer have a place here. That man has turned me into a demon.?

******

He sat down on the earth and opened his book. One thing humans could do well is tell lies. They would make up stories, nonsense, and fiction and then write it so that you wanted to read it. Sometimes he almost believed them.

The books entertained him until a foolish human would wonder by in the dead of night. That person?s life would be sacrificed for his dinner. He leaned back against a strong old oak tree and interested himself in his book.

Soon enough he smelled a human, sauntering along like they had all the time in the world. Let it enjoy the last of its insignificant life.

The san had set and all the light that remained was the soft starlight and the red haze resting on the west horizon. He?d been sitting in the park reading for a few hours. Myths about his kind burning to ash in the sunlight were just that; myths. Stories of vampires waiting in the dark of night for their next kill... he wouldn?t deny it.

One could say Heero liked being a vampire. To a vampire night was as clear as day and an average mind could be read like a book. It was easy to remain unnoticed and you could change your appearance if you wished. It?s easy to say there are perks to being an immortal monster. But after being an immortal monster for more than a thousand years, the existence was conventional.

He closed his book. He could smell the human. The soft beat of the heart echoed in his ears. He?d wait knowing that if he went to greet his prey, their sixth sense would jump and they would run away before he got to them. The reason he cared was not that he couldn?t catch them but simply that chasing them into a crowd would alert humans of what he was, as well as other vampires of his location.

He had to be careful not to so fully alert a human?s sixth sense. A small sense was ignored but when foreboding ran through a human?s every last drop of blood they generally got the idea. Their sense of foreboding warned them when vampires were near and gave them little bits of information on which humans had minds laced with murder. Of course the humans ignored it. This in turn made hunting ten times easier. He sensed the human wonder closer.

He waited and the person wondered in front of him. He looked up, ready to kill.

?Heero?? she questioned.

?Re. Relena.? He choked, ?What are you doing here??

?Earth and Space delegate?s meeting is tomorrow, here in Berlin.? She explained. ?We?ll be discussing, tariffs, trade, and we?re planning to elect a leader.?

?Are you going to run for office??

?No, I?ve gained enough publicity being the foreign minister. People have asked me how I handle it, being so young. I tell them I have to continue peace, but I wonder how I can stand it all. How have you been??

?Fine,? he replied. ?Kill her!? screamed his mind. ?She?s a human, food. Nothing more. She?s a worthless stupid human girl.?

?It?s nice to see you again.?

She stood a few feet away from him. Was she sane? What did it matter? A human girl stood, just like others, with blood and life. No, not just a girl, Relena

?Kill her!? his mind commanded again. ?Don?t be attached to humans.?

?What have you been doing??

Heero smirked evil itching to the surface, ?Killing random people by drinking all their blood. What did you think??

?I didn?t know you had a sense of humor,? she frowned.

?I don?t?

He stood and leaned over to Relena and bit.

She gasped.

Blood seeped into his mouth. Her blood was different. It tasted. Blood tasted like nothing. It never had since he had first drunk. It tasted of life, happiness and fear. He didn?t like the fear in her blood. He wrapped his arms gently around her small form, willing the fear to subside.

She relaxed. Fear was replaced by sadness and resolve.

?Are you going to kill me Heero??

He drank her being. She held purity, kindness, and gentle determination. He felt her love for peace, and remembered her actions. He could taste her hopes, dreams, and virtue so strong that they existed in her very blood. What he tasted was her soul and life.

He wanted to taste that blood forever.

He pulled back from her neck.

?No,? he answered.

What was he doing? What was he saying? Why was he sparing this human? How was Relena different from the others he?d killed?

He knew her name. She addressed him by a name, even if he couldn?t call it his own. She was kind and cared for him and...

And he cared for her.

He wasn?t supposed to care! He was a vampire! Right?

She reached towards him and touched the back of his hand.

?Huh??

?You?re cold? she whispered and learned against his chest.

?What are you doing??

?In my dreams you?re warm but you always kill me.?

?You dream about me??

?All the time; and I?m still dreaming.? She stated, ?Vampires aren?t real. Neither is this dream.?

He wanted to wake her up, shake her. Do something so that she would know this wasn?t a dream. He wanted to agree with her, make her believe it was a dream. That way she would never know what he was. He wanted to kill her so that his soul would leave his body.

Yet...

What if....

A ping resounded in the cabin.

A dream again; a dream about Relena.

None of it made sense. Why couldn?t he kill her, even if it was just a dream? Caring for a human would be his downfall. Besides, he couldn?t care for her. He was a vampire and she a human.

He didn?t have to dream about her. In fact, he didn?t have to sleep. Vampires didn?t need to sleep. He wouldn?t sleep, he wouldn?t dream. He couldn?t do either until Relena was dead.

?The space craft will be entering Earth?s atmosphere shortly. Please fasten your seat belts and remain seated,? stated a high pitched robotic voice.

Heero followed instructions obediently, as if it made a difference. He could have his entire right arm severed off and if bandaged together, it would re-attach itself. He could jump out a 30 story window and be perhaps injured, but not for long. A vampire could float in space for three weeks and live. Live to tell about it; that was a completely different matter.

The ship jolted as it entered Earths atmosphere.

?So Heero, where you headed??

?Sanc?

Silence. The unspoken statement was obvious.

?We will be landing in Monte Carlo Space Port in 15 minutes. It is February 8 12:40 PM. Weather is fair skies with temperatures in the upper twenties (Celsius mind you : P). We hope you have a successful business trip or an enjoyable vacation. Thank you for choosing Winner Airlines.?

?If they knew my business,? Heero thought, ?they wouldn?t be wishing me a successful trip.?

The space ship lowered skimming on the Mediterranean and made its way to the unloading deck. The fasten seat belts signed turned off. Heero stood and glanced at Trowa.

?Till fate throws us together again,? Trowa stated.

Heero nodded and left. Time to clean up.


(to let you know, this is not completed, just the first part)

[Andrea]

This was a rather unusual story. It was confusing in some parts, and there were times I thought the whole 'vampire' situation was just methaphorical and not 'real'.

Just a question, did Relena die? Why didn't Heero turn her into a vampire? I suppose it would've been hard since he really admired and feared her, and changing her would probably kill her 'spirit/soul' and he wouldn't want to do that... yet at the same time, he couldn't leave her alive because she was a threat to him... no? He shot her, that's what I understood, because the last scene was just a dream, right? ::is confused::

I enjoyed this very much because it was something completely different from what you usually see around. The only tip I have is to reccommend you italicize flashbacks... I believe there were many retrospective scenes and it was kind of confusing to sort out the present with the past...

Anyhow, good job... I hope to see more of your work posted here.

Hugs,
Andrea

[Melina]

From what I understand all of the scenes where Heero kills Relena are dreams and he is now on a shuttle to Earth with Trowa so that he can eliminate his lil problem (AKA Relena) and he can get rid of the bit of his soul she seems to bring out in him.

Did i get that right?

[lilac310]

Awesome!!!.......You followed the original Gundam Wing plotline but added a bit of interest, which is the vampire story......this is so great..i don't really know what else to say....REALLY...all I wanna do is to read another chapter of this...please keep posting.....

Btw, welcome to BI!!!...Hope you're having fun here!

[lilac310]

Yes, I think Melina got that right 'cuz that's the way I understood this story as well..

.....and Andrea, I have to agree on what you said that Heero can't turn her into a vampire 'cuz by doing so he would basically kill her 'soul' (kindess, hope, blah, blah), which he so admires...however, he can't keep her alive either, not only because she is a threat to him but also Relena would be growing old as each year pass by while Heero remain as GORGEOUS as he currently is..

......and speaking of which, Miss Peeps, how will you be able to work that out...I mean, having Relena not grow old without being a vampire...or probably she'd be a 'good' vampire.....or Heero will just kill her....or she'll grow old and eventually die with Heero just watching by....I have no idea what you'd be pulling off on the next chapter..and that's why I'm so excited to read it....keep posting!!!

[Andrea]

Oooh! I am SUCH a dork! *laughs* Of course! Melina, you're so good. *hangs head in shame*

So, Relena is NOT dead and they're GOING TO kill her now... or turn her into a vampi... which will leave me squealing away like a fangirl because if that happens there'll be 1xR to last us several, several lifetimes... literally speaking.

And yes, Lilac, that's the way I see Heero's dilemma regarding Relena... which also makes me wonder how you will solve that, Miss Peeps? Will he break and turn her into one of them?

*shall write down on her agenda a reminder to keep track of this story lest she forgets.*

[perfectpeach]

I love this. If they were to actually add this to the plot I can see it becoming even more popular! (is that possible?)

[Melina]

Don't be so hard on yourself Andrea you were probibly just to involved in the story to notice the scene change hehehe I do it all the time

Please post the next chappie soon Miss Peeps I wanna see how your gonna solve Heero's lil 'problem'
Oh and I love Trowa all though I think it's hard not to love that guy
He kinda reminds me of Louis from Interview with a Vampire

[Miss Peeps]

Reading some of the things written such as....

I mean, having Relena not grow old without being a vampire...or probably she'd be a 'good' vampire.....or Heero will just kill her....or she'll grow old and eventually die with Heero just watching by....

heh. I just wanted to tell you people that you have no idea. you haven't the slightest idea what-so-ever.

[lilac310]

lol..heh..Miss Peeps..that's why we're asking....can't wait for a part 2, though....