No warnings except the yaoi. This one is old. I've been working on it on and off for about 6 months. Finally got back to it due to reading several great vamp fics on the net. Thanks guys. Let me know what you think. Please enjoy.
I don't own the GW guys. I'm poor. This story is for entertainment only.
Wufei awoke at six am with a vague feeling that something was wrong. A quick search found Trowa making coffee in the kitchen, Quatre in the bathroom, and Duo and Heero still asleep, the Japanese man possessively holding the American. Duo being asleep was not all that unusual, but Heero generally got up long before the others. Wufei dismissed the oddity. Heero hadn't been feeling well lately.
'Seems even the Perfect Soldier can get the flu,' Wufei mused and left the pair to sleep. Whatever was wrong with Heero, sleep was the best cure.
For the rest of the morning, the three pilots went over reports from their last mission. Quatre, however, couldn't seem to stay still. Every few minutes the blond got up and paced the room. Finally, Trowa put himself in the path of the pacing and waited. Quatre almost ran him over.
"Oh," The blond gasped. "Trowa, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there."
"I noticed," the tall man smiled. "Want to tell me what's wrong?"
"I don't know," the gentle blond admitted. "I just have this feeling something awful has happened or will happen." His eyes focused on the room where Duo and Heero were sleeping. It was one in the afternoon, both should be up already.
Trowa was considering what this could mean when yelling issued from Duo and Heero's room. All three pilots rushed to the room and found Duo screaming incoherently, alternately trying to get free of Heero's grip and shaking the still pilot.
The pilots rushed forward, unsure of what was happening but wanting to help the hysterical Duo. Wufei and Quatre pulled the young man away from Heero, while Trowa tackled the Wing pilot. The pilot of Heavyarms found the reason for his friend's behavior as he touched Heero's skin; it was ice cold. Sometime during the night, Heero Yuy had died.
Moving away from the deceased young man, Trowa turned to Quatre and Wufei who were trying to get Duo calmed down. The Deathscythe pilot kept begging them to do something or Heero to wake up. Searching under the bed, the tall man found Heero's first aid kit. One of the items in all their kits was a syringe and several bottles of painkiller. The bottles were full and strapped to the bottom of the kit. Leave it to the Perfect Soldier to have never used them. Filling the syringe with expert skill, Trowa turned to the others.
"Keep him still," was the calm instruction.
Duo didn't see the needle until it was too late. A brief struggle further sapped his strength as Wufei and Quatre held him tightly until the drug sent him into a troubled sleep.
"Trowa?" Quatre asked finally.
"Heero died in his sleep. I will try to find the cause, but for now we need to keep an eye on Duo." He turned to the Shenlong pilot. "Wufei, take Duo to Quatre's room. Then I will need your help."
When Wufei was gone, Quatre approached his friend's body. Though pale, Heero looked more asleep than dead. There was no sign of violence or struggle. Perhaps whatever virus the Wing pilot had caught proved to be too much for his system.
"Quatre," Trowa called. "I need you to keep an eye on Duo. He might try to do something foolish."
Normally, Trowa would never have tried to give orders, but Heero had meant a lot to him and he wanted to know why he was dead. He was also worried Heero may have contracted something dangerous. Duo had an amazing immune system and would probably be immune; keeping him and Quatre away from this room would ensure their safety.
Once Wufei returned, the investigation began. Neither found any broken bones, strange marks, or anything to indicate the cause of death. After two hours of searching the body and room, they were no closer to solving the mystery. Trowa thought about an autopsy but knew none of them had the experience to perform such an operation. The body would have to be sent to someone or a doctor could be brought here.
By the time the sun began to set, all the arrangements were made. Wufei volunteered to stay with Heero's body for the night. His people had several customs for warriors' deaths. Trowa did not argue, he knew Duo would need both Quatre and him tonight. Leaving the Chinese man to make his preparation, the tall man went back to the room he shared with the Arabian.
Wufei stood vigil over his fallen friend. In ancient times his ancestors did this to ensure evil spirits didn't take over the body; Wufei did it to honor his comrade. As time went on, those tales gained strength in his mind. Finally, Midnight came and went. The Asian pilot breathed a sigh of relief. While he would never admit it, the old stories still frightened him a little. A soft sound came from behind him.
Wufei spun, bringing his sword up, to find Heero standing. He tired to get his mind around this fact. Heero could not be standing, he was dead. Then his eyes met those cobalt orbs and Wufei forgot everything.
"Come to me," Heero commanded and, dropping his sword, Wufei did. Smiling, the Wing pilot tilted the other's head and sank his fangs into his neck. Wufei gasped. A part of him was screaming at him to fight, but Heero kept those thoughts at bay as he slowly killed his former friend.
Heero drank hungrily, not caring if the prey died. The part of his mind that could identify Wufei as a friend was overridden by the most intense hunger the young man had ever felt. He needed and that was his only thought. The more he drank, though, the more he became aware of things. Eventually, Wufei's heart began to stutter; its beat slowed and became labored.
The Japanese pilot pulled back at the last moment. His mind tried to find the reason he was reluctant to kill this prey and then he remembered. Heero reclaimed his human thoughts and feelings even as fury beyond any human burned in his veins. Relena wanted him to kill his friends. She had set them up. All of them alone in this cabin. No place to hide when Heero awoke hungry with nothing but the need to feed in his mind.
Well, he decided, the plan had changed. Turning his attention to the unconscious pilot in his arms, Heero Yuy smiled. Wufei would be the first. Tonight he would die and be reborn at Midnight tomorrow. Then together, they would return for the others. There was a small cave nearby; a perfect hiding place for them and for the Chinese's rebirth.
Carefully leaving the room through its only window, Heero took one last look around. He would be back. First Trowa, then Quatre, and finally Duo. Duo. Inner fire lit cold cobalt eyes. Soon. Soon the loudmouthed American would be all his. For all eternity.
When Trowa came to check on Wufei the next morning, he found the room empty. The young Asian was gone and had taken Heero's body with him. How very odd.
End Part 2
Phoenix
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