02-Oct-2000
Disclaimers: I don't own GW. I am poor. Sigh. So very poor. Pity me.
Anyway, this is for entertainment only. There is violence, cussing. If you can't deal, don't read! Some yaoi. No lemon this time folks.
The cabin was quiet. Noon came and went without anyone stirring or awakening; even the prisoners slept through the changes silently going on. Of the five pilots hiding at the safehouse, only one still breathed. Quatre and Trowa's lives ended as the sun claimed the center of the sky and they merely waited to be born again when the moon rose to mimick the burning ball's actions. Heero and Wufei waited for soothing darkness to blanket the world so they could once more feed and finally claim the last pilot as their own.
As for the last living pilot, Duo Maxwell, he slept embraced in the arms of the vampire seeking to claim him for all time, Heero Yuy. Despite being drained into unconsciousness, the young American fought his way out of the dark and woke into a real nightmare. His partner had him in a steel grasp, one arm wrapped around his waist and another around his chest. Trying to pull away from the unwanted embrace, Duo felt dizziness washed over him in waves and all of his strength seemed gone. Blood loss left him too weak to fight. There was no way to break the Japanese pilot's grip on him.
For a long time, panic threatened to shatter his insanity, but the survival instinct that kept him alive on the streets of L2 refused to let him give up. Finally, Duo began to slowly wriggle. The movement made him almost pass out several times, but it also allowed him to work his way down Heero's body and out of his arms. Free of imprisonment, the longhaired pilot carefully left the bed and staggered across the room, all his thoughts focused on the need to get away before the sun went down.
In the main room, Duo could see several unconscious OZ soldiers and briefly thought about saving them. The men however were his enemies and might even delay the vampires long enough for Duo to get further away from those hunting him. It seemed cruel, but at least these men would die; Duo didn't think the others would grant him such a luxury.
Calling on all his skill as a former thief, the tired young man silently searched for the keys to the only vehicle they had, a jeep. While he wanted to take his Gundam and run, Duo was smart enough to realize the others would be able to track Deathscythe anywhere. Heero might even be able to activate the autopilot and bring him back. The Japanese hacker was that good. So he had little choice but to make a run for it in the jeep and hope he could disappear somehow. The alternative sent shudders through him; the feel of his partner's teeth in his neck was still fresh in his mind.
By the time he found the keys, it was after four in the afternoon. The legends said vampires awoke as soon as the sun went down. That only gave Duo about an hour to find a place to hide. In his weakened state, he couldn't fight off a kitten much less four real monsters. Cursing like a sailor, he started the car and prayed he had enough time to find a church or hiding place.
At the same time, Helen and the men who made up her unit began their patrol. Yet another group of men had disappeared last night and everyone was on edge. The missing soldiers had been heavily armed, well trained, and never even managed to make a call for help. Something was defiantly in the area, but she had no idea what it could be. At least until she found the bodies. If she found the bodies.
The hours wore on and the sun began to slip behind the horizon. Helen knew this was the worst time. Once the sun went down, the things that hunted at night would be out, but now it was just waiting. She hated waiting. It made you slow, dulled the brain, and led to mistakes that got you and your group killed. At the very least, they were close the church were she'd stored her weapons the night before. No matter what was killing people, it could not stand against her sword. She hoped. Looking around, the young woman saw nothing but a deserted farm town and not much hope of rescue if things went wrong. Five mortals wouldn't stand a chance against anything truly nasty.
The monotony of the moment was broken by the sound of screeching breaks. A jeep sped around the corner and headed straight for them. At the last moment, the vehicle turned, plowing into a ditch along side the road and then into a tree. No one could be seen moving anywhere in the jeep; smoke slowly drifted from under the hood.
Guns drawn, the patrol slowly surrounded the still figure behind the wheel. The Captain motioined for Helen to check the driver. Frowning, the ex-hunter holstered her gun and carefully made her way toward what might be a killer. Why did she always have to check on possible mad killers? Must be some sort of twisted karma.
Her first thought on seeing the longhaired figure in the driver's seat was that their attacker was a woman. The figure was slumped over the steering wheel, so all that was visibile was slender figure and tons of hair. Gently, Helen grabbed the driver's shoulder and pulled until she could get a good look at his or her face. To her shock, the face looked male. The driver was a guy! A very young, pale guy!
This discovery didn't bother her near as much as the second discovery. A smear of red brought the woman's attention to a tear in the young man's collar; two small puncture wounds were clearly visible on his neck and hand shaped bruises graced the flesh she could see. The wounds were red and inflamed. It meant the vampire had feed off him sometime in the last 24 hours. Not good. Only renegades would feed off an unwilling victim and since the kid was out here crashing his car with torn clothes and brusies, he had to be on the run. The vamps wouldn't give up their dinner easily, either.
Helen turned to warn the rest of the patrol; she didn't know what she would tell them, but they all needed to get back to the church as soon as possible. Changing the focus of her attention allowed the young woman to notice a fact she hadn't before: the sun had gone down. The scene was illuminated by the lamps her comrades held. Fear tore at her guts. This was not good. Not good.
Quickly, the young fighter ran calculations in her head trying to figure out how long the sun had been down for. In the end, she still had no idea, but every instinct she had screamed for her the grab the boy in the car and run for her life. Those instincts proved reliable once again as four bodies dropped out of the sky behind the members of her unit.
Before she could utter a warning, the vampires had their fangs buried in the soldiers' necks. Helen took two seconds to confirm there was nothing she could do for the men, then dragged the kid from the car, threw him over her shoulder, and ran like hell was chasing her, because it was.
End Part 5
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Phoenix
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