Disclaimer: I own
nothing
Warning: It just gets
stranger and more bloody on down the line.
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Trowa watched
impassively as the red head walked toward home. He was a true creature of
beauty. His mind was guarded against Trowa's so he couldn't read him.
But that wasn't going
to stop him from killing him. Looking down Trowa brushed a speck of dust from
the black suit Louis had had made for him. Then at a sedate pace he began
following the boy with light footsteps. Nearing a row of trees Trowa felt
something. Pausing he looked up and around him. He didn't know what it was but
it apparently knew him...and it was threatening.
' Half-breed.' He heard the thought
clear as day inside his mind.
Tracking the orgins of
the thoughts through the trees his eyes fixed on a smirking figure just to his
left.
' Half-breed. He's
mine.' The mental voice came again low and menacing.
Trowa remained
impassive.
' Go near him and I'll
kill you.' This comment was accompanied by images gruesome enough to crack
his mask momentarily.
Curious Trowa moved
toward the tree, a firm hand on his shoulder held him back.
He turned slightly and
looked into the face of his captor.
" Lestat?"
Lestat nodded, and
kept his eyes on the man in the tree, even as he steadily drew Trowa back away
from it. " Leave him be, he's young he means no harm to you and
yours." Lestat said soothingly.
The man seemed
satisfied with that answer, and disappeared before their eyes.
Trowa looked back to
his lost meal, the little man was standing beside him holding onto his elbow
but his eyes were fixed on them—red eyes…
' Mine.' The thought came
again.
Trowa nodded then
looked back to Lestat.
" Never challenge
him. Especially when it comes to the red head." Lestat said softly leading
Trowa away.
" Who was that?
Why did he call me half-breed?" Trowa asked.
Lestat shook his head,
and guided him down another alleyway. " There is a pretty little
cut-throat waiting for you in this alley." He said softly before
disappearing.
Trowa frowned after
him, then shoved his hands into his pockets and walked into the alley.
Moments later an arm
came around his neck pressing a knife to his throat. " Well well well
what's a pretty like you doing out all alone? Give me all your- gurk!"
With one smooth motion
Trowa tore the man's arms from around his neck and pressed him back against the
wall. He was indeed pretty just like Lestat had said.
Trowa ran a sharp nail
down the man’s throat, then lapped teasingly at the blood.
He let go of the man then, drawing back far enough to
look him in the eyes. " Go." he said.
Without thinking to
question him, the man took off out of the alleyway.
Trowa watched him, and
gave his first real smile of the evening. " Let the games begin."
Trowa followed the
man's progress across town, by the pounding of his heart. A gentle brush of his
mind, gave his prey a name. Luke.
Luke paused beneath a
lamppost breathing hard, he looked down the street in both directions.
" You'll have to
do better than that Luke." A voice said above him.
Luke’s gaze was drawn
upwards, and his eyes widened at the sight of the boy from the alley standing
on the lamppost above him. He gasped
and took off as fast as he could down the street.
Trowa watched him run from his perch, his
hands tucked in his pockets. " Ah the hunt." He said in monotone, and
hopped down from the post his hands still tucked into his pockets he began to follow.
Luke ran from one end
of town to the other, Trowa was always
there. Staring at him with those blank eyes, his hands in his pockets. He'd be
leaning against the building watching him from across the street. Standing over
him on a lamppost or a building ledge. Once when he'd tried to hide in a coffee
shop, Luke had seen him standing outside looking at him one minute. Then
sitting right beside him as soon as he'd blinked, his own cup of coffee in his
long pale fingered hand.
Now he was here hiding
in a confession booth inside a church breathing heavily. The little latch
opened and Luke caught his breath.
" Well this I
must say is more Duo's style of doing things but-"
Luke tried to scream
when a hand pushed through the screen like it was nothing and grabbed him by
his shirt pulling him forward to look into cold green eyes.
" Have you
confessed your sins?" He asked his face impassive. " I hope so."
The last thing Luke
saw was a humorless smile.
Trowa stepped out of
confession, and dabbed the drop of blood on his collar off. His pale cheeks
having taken on a rosy hue again, he picked up the slumped Priest and set him on the bench.
" Duo would be so
proud." Heero said dryly.
" I thought so
too." Trowa answered, straightening his jacket. " Let's get back to
the house, Louis will be calling us soon."
Nodding Heero followed
him out of the church.
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I always thought that
if Trowa were in FF7 he'd make a cool Turk
Quatre's Hunt
Disclaimer: I own
nothing
Warning: Um how does
creepy sound? Very very creepy....
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Quatre skipped into
the smoky bar. His hands behind his back, humming gently too himself. It was
dinner time and he couldn't find anything he wanted to eat. A small pout marred
his angelic face.
Trowa had found his
meal for the night and wouldn't be back with him for hours.
Quatre sighed, hanging
his head. At this rate he'd never find something to eat.
"Hey there pretty
boy." A deep voice said behind him.
Maybe he spoke too
soon. Turning around he gave the man his best terrified boy look. Amazingly the
man seemed to not notice the unnatural paleness of his skin, or the shine of
his glasslike nails. " Oh sir could you help me I'm lost." He said
purposely raising his voice to sound like a child...Actually the perfect
imitation of a the boy he'd had for dinner the night before.
The tall man leered,
blowing a ring of smoke into the air, leaning down he wrapped his arm around
Quatre. " Is that so little darlin' well let Uncle Jake take care of
you." Jake laughed.
Quatre smirked
inwardly. Too easy. On the outside his face was a bright mask of innocence. His
blue eyes wide and shining in the dim lighting of the bar. " Will you
really sir? Oh thank you! My daddy will be so happy!" He continued on with
the childish voice. Touching the man's mind he, saw some of the dirty things he
had planned for him...torture, rape, more torture, rape again, then kill him
leaving him in a ditch to rot. Never anything new from this type of meal.
"Of course pretty
where do you live?" He asked squeezing Quatre in what was supposed to be a
reassuring hug.
It felt more like a
grope to Quatre. " 1347 Bakers Lane." He said proudly...lying.
The man's brows rose,
that was a good neighborhood people might ask questions...
Quatre listened to his
victim's thoughts. No! He couldn't get away. Giving the man a pleading smile he
tilted his head to one side. " Please sir?" He said in his er
'borrowed' childlike voice.
Giving in the sheer
cuteness before him, Jake nodded. " All right cuteness, I'll take you
home." He answered.
Placing a hand over
his mouth Quatre covered a fangy smile giggling. " Oh thank you Jake! My
name's Quatre and my daddy is going to be so happy you helped me." He
smiled.
Jake nodded, smirking
back at his friends as he led Quatre from the bar. His mind reeling with the
things he planned to do to the little delicacy in his arms.
Humming happily again,
Quatre hopped along beside Jake. Letting himself be led. Maybe he'd even let
Jake touch him a bit before he killed him. Though he loved Trowa, the boy was
just too gentle sometimes he was no fun. After a few blocks, Quatre noticed
Jake looking around them. Finally the man was going to make his move. Good he
was starving.
Without warning Jake
jerked Quatre into a deserted alley.
Letting out a startled
eep! Quatre let himself be dragged. Being certain to put on a frightened face.
" W-what are you doing Mr. Jake?" He asked. Looking the picture of
frightened innocence.
Smirking Jake grabbed
Quatre close to his chest. " You shouldn't talk to strangers little one
didn't your daddy teach you that?" He laughed grabbing clumsily at
Quatre's clothing.
Frowning Quatre
thought. He's going to rip my shirt. I like this shirt. At least the last guy
brought me to an abandoned shack. Ok this game isn't fun anymore. Sighing
Quatre turned to look Jake in the eye. The innocent expression vanishing.
" I guess I can say the same for you." Quatre said, his voice
returning to normal. Letting a slow smile spread across his features.
Jake looked alarmed
for the first time...realizing he wasn't the one in control.
What...what.."
Giggling Quatre broke
out of Jake's grip. Pushing the man to the ground. His giggles died. Reverting
to the child's voice Quatre offered him a mock pout. " Oooh did Jakie fall
down?" The forlorn child look he was going for, was extremely overshadowed
by the vicious hungry look in his eyes. " Here let me help you." He
said. Grabbing Jake by the front of his shirt and pulling him onto his knees
easily.
"What the hell
are you!" Jake screamed.
Wincing Quatre slapped
a hand over Jake's mouth, all pretenses of gentleness gone he glared into his
victim's eyes. " Now now. No screaming...well at least in public. If you
had brought us to a nice quiet little house instead you'd be allowed to scream
till your hearts content. I like my food loud." He smiled widely, his
fangs gleaming in the dim moonlight.
Jake's eyes widened.
One word flashed through his mind briefly. Vampire.
"Goodie! Jakie
got it right on his first try!" Quatre said excitedly, a slight manic
gleam coming to his eyes. As he took his hand away from Jake's mouth.
Jake immediately began
screaming for help.
Quatre slapped him
firmly across the cheek. " No. Bad Jakie." Quatre tsked "No
screaming." He giggled.
Jake looked into the
angelic features of his intended victim.
Sighing Quatre puffed
out his cheeks. " Well if you hadn't tried to rip my shirt, I would have
let you play with me a little bit before I killed you...but oh well."
Laughing once more Quatre sank his teeth into Jake's neck. Pulling his hair
roughly. A soft lullaby floating through his mind as he drank and drank and
drank and drank. Ignoring the feeble attempts Jake made to push him away.
'Hush little baby
don't say a word momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird if that mocking bird
won't sing...momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring...if that diamond ring won't
shine...momma's gonna buy you a bottle of wine...if that bottle of wine gets
broke...momma's gone kill you a billy goat...if that billy goat won't please...momma's
gonna break both your knees...if that doesn't please momma's baby, well then
maybe she won't care because momma will just rip out your hair...if that
doesn't make momma's baby shut up...then momma's got no choice but to-' Oh his heart stop.
Pulling away from the
slack body, Quatre watched it hit the pavement with a soft 'thump.' Grinning he
pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket. Dabbing the blood from his lips.
He tucked it back in his pocket. Turning to leave he felt a familiar presence
near him.
"I'm not rough
enough for you? " Trowa's voice sounded as impassive as ever behind him.
Turning back around,
Quatre giggled. " Only sometimes."
Trowa stepped out of
the shadows then, his uni-bang hanging down over one eye as usual. The black
suit he'd taken to wearing pressed to perfection, the white shirt beneath it
matching the tone of his skin. Trowa had become a lot paler than the rest of
them...even more than Quatre. Adjusting his tie, Trowa stepped over the remains
of Quatre's dinner. " Enjoy yourself?" he asked.
Nodding vigorously
Quatre took Trowa's arm. " Oh yes he was delicious!" He answered.
The corner of Trowa's
mouth tilted upwards. " I see. Now about this ' to gentle' thing."
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I told ya it was
creepy. Did you listen to me nooooooo you had to go read it anyway ^_~ Anyway I
made a few changes to the lullaby if you didn't notice. If that version looked
familiar to you then you frighten me O_O;
Wufei's Hunt
Disclaimers: I own
nothing
Warning: Weirdness,
violence, and bad criminal names!
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Wufei stood on the top
of a skyscraper running his eyes over the city...his city. His hunting ground.
The wind whipped his loose hair across his eyes then. Brushing it aside he
frowned in concentration. Louis had declined to hunt with him this evening. Not
that he cared, the whole Louis jr. thing, was really getting on his nerves
anyway.
The sound of gunshots
and alarm bells went off just then. A small smirk formed on Wufei's lips. Just
what he was looking for. Scanning the streets quickly he located the source
almost immediately. A gray sedan was speeding down mainstreet... heading for
the bridge he guessed. Reading their minds he surmised they were the dreaded
bank robbers dubbed. 'Shredder' Given this name for their tendency to shred at
least one of their victims during a robbery.
Wufei had found his
dinner. Jumping down to the street below he followed the car to it's
destination....well after those incompetent police officers got left behind.
Two men jumped out of the car whooping and hollering they took the loot and
dumped it on the car hood.
" Did you see the
look on that guard's face?"
" Ha! Ha! It was
priceless!"
" Yeah too bad we
had to kill him though."
" Yeah what's a
Shredder robbery without a shredding?"
Both men continued
laughing dividing out the money between them.
" Indeed what is
a shredder robbery without a shredding."
Both men looked up
guns raised.
" Who the fuck
are you?!" One of them said.
"Wufei." He
answered.
"And I'm Death!
Nice ta meet ya!"
Peering around the two
men Wufei saw Duo standing with his hands on his hips and a wicked leer on his
face. " Maxwell. What the hell are you doing?"
" Hi Wu!"
"I haven't eaten yet
and I thought I'd join you since you got two of em anyway."
Both men looked from
one to the other.
"What the
hell?"
Laughing Duo sprang
forward latching onto the one that spoke. " Hell that's where I'm sending
you!"
Wufei followed suit
with the other. Rolling his eyes, and they said he was annoying. Sinking his
teeth into the man's shoulder he drank listening carefully to his heartbeat.
When it slowed down to the point where he was barely alive he pulled away.
Standing up he drew his sword pointing it at the man's face. " You have
taken 5 innocent lives in your quest for recognition for that you will lose
five parts of your body and then I will kill you."
"Oh oh Wufei let
me! Let me!" Duo said hoping up and down over his victim.
"No, Maxwell this
isn't about fun it's about justice!"
Pouting Duo sat on his
victims barely moving chest, folding his arms he sulked until Wufei made his
first slash. The pout immediately disappeared as he began cheering him on.
" Do it again! Do it again!"
" Duo!"
" Fine. Are you
going to do mine next?" He asked hopefully.
Wufei looked down at
the twitching decapitated corpse then over to the one Duo was sitting on.
Shrugging he walked over.
Duo immediately got up
and let Wufei do his thing.
Standing back Wufei
wiped the blood out of his eyes, justice was messy. Looking down at his
formerly white clothing he frowned.
"
Wuuufeeeei" Duo said next to his ear.
"What
Maxwell." Wufei said gathering up the body parts in a pile. Walking to the
car he popped the truck and began tossing the pieces in. "I'm busy right
now." Wiping his bloody hands on his pants as best he could Wufei gathered
the money put it in a sack and closed the door.
Duo walked up behind
him playing with his blood soaked braid. " Did anyone ever tell you how
cute you look covered in blood?" He asked wickedly.
Wufei glared at him
and prepared to leave. Only to find himself with two armfuls of braided
psychopathic idiot. " Duo! Duo get off of me this in-mph."
Pinning Wufei's arms
above his head Duo pressed his lips to Wufei's. Sinking his fangs into his
bottom lip.
Wufei responded much
to Duo's surprise by flipping them over so Duo was on the bottom. Pulling his
lip free. " Heero would kill us both if we get caught."
Duo's eyes gleamed as
he wrapped his legs around Wufei...there was nothing scarier than a vampire on
blood high and an adrenaline rush....except for Duo being the vampire on a
blood high and adrenaline rush. " Yeah isn't it exciting?" He purred
locking his legs around Wufei's hips. He arched up to capture his lips in a
searing kiss.
There on the blood
soaked ground both boys started a new game.
Never noticing the two
people standing on top of the bridge watching.
Quatre giggled. "
Somebody is naughty....." he sing-songed.
Trowa nodded.
" Ohhh but Duo is
really flexible!" He clapped.
" ...."
Tilting his head to
the side Quarte pursed his lips. " Trowa? Can we do that in a puddle of
blood sometime too?!"
" ....! "
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I can't help it I like those two together.....Well now that I
finished this I have to go to dinner at my neighbors.