16-Sep-2000
Title: Untitled (1/?)
Author: BelleMorte (lion@pc-intouch.com)
Archive: GW Addiction, or who ever else wants to.
Category: AU, OOC, crossover with Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter
Pairings: 2x4, 2x3, 2x(it's a secret)
Warnings: Male/Male relationships, death, gore, angst, mayhem, with a hint of lime. Did I get everything?
Disclaimer: I do not own GW or the Anita Blake series. GW belongs to Bandai, the Sotsu Agency and Sunrise. Anita belongs to the wonderful and magnificient Laurell K. Hamilton. These characters were used without permission, but please do not sue!
Notes: I know I can never catch the essence of Anita Blake, but at least I can try. Don't flame me too bad.
Hello, my name's Duo Maxwell, but most everyone else calls me Shinigami, the Grim Reaper, or the Executioner. I am a necromancer and an animator, the scourge of the undead, a nightmare to all little were-boys and girls everywhere. I am boyfriend of the Ulfric (leader) of the Thronnos Rokke werewolf clan, a human servant to the Master Vampire of the City and Nimir-Ra of the local wereleopard pard. There's me in a nutshell. Did I mention that my life was confusing?
It was 11:00 at night when I got home. Treize had me working double shift, raising 9 zombies a night, and I was covered in chicken blood. Work sucks. I turned on the light and threw my jacket down on the sofa, I would have just walked on to my room if I hadn´t noticed someone else with me. Quickly, I drew my Browning and pointed it at the figure sitting on the couch. I held it there, even when my brain recognized who it was.
“Heero, what are you doing here?” I asked.
Heero looked at me with his Prussian blue eyes, face blank. He was a hired killer, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Heero is what he had told me to call him, although his legal name was Odin Lowe Jr. I didn´t know which one was real. Heero was very different than his Odin personality. Odin was sweet, gentle, with a lazy smile and general good ol´ boy charm. Heero was anything but. I had seen him use a flamethrower once. If I was the God of Death, then he was Death himself.
“I need your help,” he said simply. Heero hardly ever needed help, and the last time he had requested my services we both ended up in the hospital for two weeks. I had literally died twice, the doctors said it was amazing that they had gotten my heart to start beating again. I didn´t like the sound of this.
“With what?” I asked, finally lowering my gun.
“Very dangerous things.”
Heero was serious and I was scared. This was going to be a very long night.
TBC...
Belle Morte
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