Now and Forever 1/? - Gundam Wing
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yellowhordeDisclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write.
Pairings: 13x5 and 5x1.
Category: Angst. AU, Drama
Warnings: Yaoi. Dark. Vampirism. Death. There will be a bit of Violence and blood
Rating: R
Title: Now and Forever
Author: yellowhorde
Feel free to send comments and criticisms to yellowhorde@hotmail.com
Note: I've been working on this since April 2002 and I'm STILL not done with it. ^^' Rather pathetic, ne?
The tall man strode purposefully through the halls of the sprawling manner, the heels of his leather knee-high boots ringing sharply with each stride, his coat billowing out behind him like a cloak. Clad in black from head to toe save for the stark whiteness of his ruffled shirt he was a vision to behold with long blond hair, ice blue eyes, pale smooth skin and a lean athletic body. An almost touchable aura of power surrounded the handsome man like an invisible cloud. He moved with the grace of a dancer and had an aristocratic arrogance to match his beauty.
The hallway finally ended just up ahead, opening up into a spacious room with a high vaulted ceiling and an air of timeless elegance. Large French windows, tasteful furnishings and various expensive vases, figurines and bric-a-brac graced the chambers without adding a sense of clutter and exquisite centuries old portraits hung on the walls. Zechs paused and glanced briefly towards one painting mounted high on the wall to his right. It depicted a young woman of dazzling beauty with brimming dark purple eyes and short glossy black hair. She held a bouquet of wild flowers in her lap, and her lovely face was serene, a gentle smile playing on her lips. A brief look of pain crossed the young man’s face, furrowing his brows, but it was gone just a quickly as it had come.
A large ornately carved oak writing table dominated one end of the room. A woman was seated behind it in the matching wooden seat. She wore a rather severe looking outfit consisting of a tailored white jacket with detailed embroidery along the cuff and lapels over a silk golden surplice blouse. A pair of white slacks and black, leather, ankle-high boots completed the outfit. Her name was Lady Une and she was Treize Khushrenada’s daylight protector, a fierce woman who performed her duties to the absolute best of her abilities.
Une rose hastily at the man’s intrusion, thin lips pressed into a line of disapproval, her blue eyes narrowing in a scowl that would have sent lesser men running in fear. Her thick brown hair was pulled into two stern buns complete with pink ribbons. The lenses of her oval gold frame glasses flashed as they caught the rays of light from the lamp that illuminated the desktop. With a smooth grace the woman positioned herself between the unwanted intruder and the door behind and slightly to the right of the desk, doors that lead to the daytime resting chambers of the Lord Khushrenada.
“You!” Lady Une spat; open hostility betrayed by the tone of her voice, “What do you want here?”
Zechs ignored her and brushed easily past the angry woman without a word. He was, after all, a vampire and much stronger than a lowly human. His hand reached out to grasp the brass doorknob when he paused, surprise registering on his fine features as he felt a hand gripping his arm, slender fingers biting into the flesh of his biceps even through the layers of cloth. How impudent! Haughtily Zechs turned to face an enraged Une. Her eyes were cold and hard but she did not flinch under his icy glare nor did she release the grip on his arm.
(She is either very brave or very stupid.)
“I must speak with Lord Khushrenada.” Zechs spoke slowly enunciating every word as if he were talking to a backwards child. Blue eyes locked with brown and the vampire’s power flared up and lashed out against the mortal who dared defy him.
Lady Une gasped softly as she felt the electricity of his power dancing lightly over her skin like tiny licks of flame searching to destroy, devour, but she met Zechs’ heated stare unflinchingly. Her Lord had bestowed certain gifts upon her, one that was the power to resist the pull of another vampire’s hypnotic gaze. Zechs’ little mind games would have little or no effect over her.
“His Excellency is out for the evening.” Une’s voice was strong and firm, but her heart raced and her knees felt weak. She resisted the blond devil’s mind tricks to the limits of her strength, but it still cost her more effort than she would care to admit. Suddenly, the tingling sensation coursing around her body intensified tenfold then abruptly ceased.
(Damn that Khushrenada! To give so much power to such an unworthy mortal is all but unthinkable. Unforgivable even! Does he not realize how treacherous Mankind can be? Well, he’s a fool, maybe even a bigger fool than I am if that is even possible…)
A shockingly vivid memory of smoldering wood, blackened stone, and the stench of charred flesh assaulted the young Count’s mind but he brushed them aside, banished them to the dark recesses of his mind, at least for the time being. He would never be rid of them. They would haunt his existence until the end of time. This he accepted, for there was nothing else he could do. But now was not the time to linger on the pains of the past.
“When will he return?”
“It is not my place to question the comings and goings of my Lord.” Replied Une haughtily, but underneath Zechs could taste the beginnings of fear.
(In other words, you don’t know!)
Zechs sighed softly and brushed his fingers gently along his right temple in a tight circular pattern, a gesture held over from the days of his mortal youth. (Lord, grant me strength!) He prayed, if praying is what you could call it. After all, the undead supposedly had no souls. Would God even acknowledge his prayers, his unholy existence? All of his past experiences told him that the answer to that particular question was a loud resounding ‘NO!’
“Has he feed this evening?”
Lady Une stubbornly refused to speak but Zechs caught the faintest glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes before they darted away from his as if seeking escape, but there was none. Her hand released its grip on his arm and fell limply to her side as if in defeat.
“Answer me, slave!” Snapped Zechs, his patience finally reaching its limits. “Has your Master taken blood this evening?”
“I am no slave!” Une snarled suddenly, her eyes flashing indignant fire. “I serve my Lord Khushrenada willingly and to the best of my ability! But I am no one’s slave!”
“And in return he binds you to him for all eternity, body and soul.” Sneered Zechs. Lady Une flinched slightly but still stood her ground. Her fists, now balled into tight balls at her side, trembled with restrained fury.
(So you are both brave AND stupid. You are so much like her, my one and only love, more so than I would care to admit. Your devotion to your Lord is something I admire and I can’t say that I fault you, but someday your misplaced loyalties will be the death of you…just like her loyalty to me was her undoing...)
“You live your life only to serve Khushrenada, longing only to live and die for his sake and his alone.” Zechs was being deliberately cruel but he wasn’t quite able to help himself. “Sounds like the role of a slave to me.”
“How dare you say such things to me?” cried Une. Fine tremors of helpless rage coursed along her thin frame but she fought grimly for control. She would not give this pompous ass the satisfaction of seeing her completely lose her carefully maintained calm. “I gave up everything… EVERYTHING… in order to stay with the man I love. But then again, what would you know about love? You heartless bastard! How DARE you!”
“I know more about love than you could even imagine.”
Zechs’ arms shot out faster than lightning and pulled the startled woman roughly towards him, pinning her to his chest and holding her captive with one powerful arm, the other one reaching out for her delicate throat. Une struggled fiercely, her body jerking and her legs kicking helplessly but to no avail. She was caught in an iron grip and she knew there would be no escape. But that didn’t stop her from trying. Her warrior-like instincts simply would not allow her to give up without a fight.
Surprisingly it was the sound of cloth being ripped asunder that stilled the angry woman. Fear surged through her like an icy wave. Slowly, deliberately, Zechs pushed aside the ruins of her jacket, her blouse, to expose the woman’s long, pale throat…and the two puncture marks that marred her perfect flesh. Zechs lowered his head until his lips brushed against the gaping wounds, scars that may never fully heal and inhaled gently the soft clean scent of Woman. Yet there was no lingering aroma of fresh blood. No scent of blood at all.
(I have to be sure. I have to know.)
Lady Une shuddered at the moist heat of his breath against her flesh; her dark eyes fluttering closed. Her exposed breasts, confined in white silk and lace heaved in panic as his pink tongue darted out to taste and touch. A whimpering moan of protest escaped her throat at the brush of fangs bare seconds before soft lips clamped over the wound, sucking gently, drawing forth a surge of warmth from the inner most reaches of her body. An unexpected wave of pleasure engulfed her in reaction to what she considered to be one of the most intimate of touches. It was a reaction she had only experienced with the giving of her life force to her beloved Khushrenada. Une’s body relaxed against the firm body that held her prisoner as tears of shame and hate spilled forth from under closed lids.
Without any warning, Zechs released his grip on Une and flung her away in sudden rage. She fell with a cry and went sprawling against the cold, unfeeling ground as her treacherous legs gave out from under her body. Slowly, the woman pulled herself to her knees; her eyes shooting daggers of pure loathing at the creature that stood above her.
“He has not taken time to feed from his willing servant.” Zechs snarled softly, more to himself then the woman at his feet. “This means that he intends to Hunt this evening!” Zechs whirled away and stalked out of the room never once glancing back at the weeping woman who lay on the stone floor. “He is a bigger fool than I thought!”
Lady Une clutched the ruins of her clothes to her chest and glared after the retreating form of Zechs with eyes that glittered cold. With angry jabs she dashed away her weak, hateful tears. Rage had replaced the fear and it now boiled in her stomach casting its molten heat throughout her body. With a disgusted snort she pulled herself to her feet and made her way towards her own chambers to change.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Pairings: 13x5 and 5x1.
Category: Angst. AU, Drama
Warnings: Yaoi. Dark. Vampirism. Death. There will be a bit of Violence and blood
Rating: R
Title: Now and Forever
Author: yellowhorde
Feel free to send comments and criticisms to yellowhorde@hotmail.com
Note: I've been working on this since April 2002 and I'm STILL not done with it. ^^' Rather pathetic, ne?
The tall man strode purposefully through the halls of the sprawling manner, the heels of his leather knee-high boots ringing sharply with each stride, his coat billowing out behind him like a cloak. Clad in black from head to toe save for the stark whiteness of his ruffled shirt he was a vision to behold with long blond hair, ice blue eyes, pale smooth skin and a lean athletic body. An almost touchable aura of power surrounded the handsome man like an invisible cloud. He moved with the grace of a dancer and had an aristocratic arrogance to match his beauty.
The hallway finally ended just up ahead, opening up into a spacious room with a high vaulted ceiling and an air of timeless elegance. Large French windows, tasteful furnishings and various expensive vases, figurines and bric-a-brac graced the chambers without adding a sense of clutter and exquisite centuries old portraits hung on the walls. Zechs paused and glanced briefly towards one painting mounted high on the wall to his right. It depicted a young woman of dazzling beauty with brimming dark purple eyes and short glossy black hair. She held a bouquet of wild flowers in her lap, and her lovely face was serene, a gentle smile playing on her lips. A brief look of pain crossed the young man’s face, furrowing his brows, but it was gone just a quickly as it had come.
A large ornately carved oak writing table dominated one end of the room. A woman was seated behind it in the matching wooden seat. She wore a rather severe looking outfit consisting of a tailored white jacket with detailed embroidery along the cuff and lapels over a silk golden surplice blouse. A pair of white slacks and black, leather, ankle-high boots completed the outfit. Her name was Lady Une and she was Treize Khushrenada’s daylight protector, a fierce woman who performed her duties to the absolute best of her abilities.
Une rose hastily at the man’s intrusion, thin lips pressed into a line of disapproval, her blue eyes narrowing in a scowl that would have sent lesser men running in fear. Her thick brown hair was pulled into two stern buns complete with pink ribbons. The lenses of her oval gold frame glasses flashed as they caught the rays of light from the lamp that illuminated the desktop. With a smooth grace the woman positioned herself between the unwanted intruder and the door behind and slightly to the right of the desk, doors that lead to the daytime resting chambers of the Lord Khushrenada.
“You!” Lady Une spat; open hostility betrayed by the tone of her voice, “What do you want here?”
Zechs ignored her and brushed easily past the angry woman without a word. He was, after all, a vampire and much stronger than a lowly human. His hand reached out to grasp the brass doorknob when he paused, surprise registering on his fine features as he felt a hand gripping his arm, slender fingers biting into the flesh of his biceps even through the layers of cloth. How impudent! Haughtily Zechs turned to face an enraged Une. Her eyes were cold and hard but she did not flinch under his icy glare nor did she release the grip on his arm.
(She is either very brave or very stupid.)
“I must speak with Lord Khushrenada.” Zechs spoke slowly enunciating every word as if he were talking to a backwards child. Blue eyes locked with brown and the vampire’s power flared up and lashed out against the mortal who dared defy him.
Lady Une gasped softly as she felt the electricity of his power dancing lightly over her skin like tiny licks of flame searching to destroy, devour, but she met Zechs’ heated stare unflinchingly. Her Lord had bestowed certain gifts upon her, one that was the power to resist the pull of another vampire’s hypnotic gaze. Zechs’ little mind games would have little or no effect over her.
“His Excellency is out for the evening.” Une’s voice was strong and firm, but her heart raced and her knees felt weak. She resisted the blond devil’s mind tricks to the limits of her strength, but it still cost her more effort than she would care to admit. Suddenly, the tingling sensation coursing around her body intensified tenfold then abruptly ceased.
(Damn that Khushrenada! To give so much power to such an unworthy mortal is all but unthinkable. Unforgivable even! Does he not realize how treacherous Mankind can be? Well, he’s a fool, maybe even a bigger fool than I am if that is even possible…)
A shockingly vivid memory of smoldering wood, blackened stone, and the stench of charred flesh assaulted the young Count’s mind but he brushed them aside, banished them to the dark recesses of his mind, at least for the time being. He would never be rid of them. They would haunt his existence until the end of time. This he accepted, for there was nothing else he could do. But now was not the time to linger on the pains of the past.
“When will he return?”
“It is not my place to question the comings and goings of my Lord.” Replied Une haughtily, but underneath Zechs could taste the beginnings of fear.
(In other words, you don’t know!)
Zechs sighed softly and brushed his fingers gently along his right temple in a tight circular pattern, a gesture held over from the days of his mortal youth. (Lord, grant me strength!) He prayed, if praying is what you could call it. After all, the undead supposedly had no souls. Would God even acknowledge his prayers, his unholy existence? All of his past experiences told him that the answer to that particular question was a loud resounding ‘NO!’
“Has he feed this evening?”
Lady Une stubbornly refused to speak but Zechs caught the faintest glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes before they darted away from his as if seeking escape, but there was none. Her hand released its grip on his arm and fell limply to her side as if in defeat.
“Answer me, slave!” Snapped Zechs, his patience finally reaching its limits. “Has your Master taken blood this evening?”
“I am no slave!” Une snarled suddenly, her eyes flashing indignant fire. “I serve my Lord Khushrenada willingly and to the best of my ability! But I am no one’s slave!”
“And in return he binds you to him for all eternity, body and soul.” Sneered Zechs. Lady Une flinched slightly but still stood her ground. Her fists, now balled into tight balls at her side, trembled with restrained fury.
(So you are both brave AND stupid. You are so much like her, my one and only love, more so than I would care to admit. Your devotion to your Lord is something I admire and I can’t say that I fault you, but someday your misplaced loyalties will be the death of you…just like her loyalty to me was her undoing...)
“You live your life only to serve Khushrenada, longing only to live and die for his sake and his alone.” Zechs was being deliberately cruel but he wasn’t quite able to help himself. “Sounds like the role of a slave to me.”
“How dare you say such things to me?” cried Une. Fine tremors of helpless rage coursed along her thin frame but she fought grimly for control. She would not give this pompous ass the satisfaction of seeing her completely lose her carefully maintained calm. “I gave up everything… EVERYTHING… in order to stay with the man I love. But then again, what would you know about love? You heartless bastard! How DARE you!”
“I know more about love than you could even imagine.”
Zechs’ arms shot out faster than lightning and pulled the startled woman roughly towards him, pinning her to his chest and holding her captive with one powerful arm, the other one reaching out for her delicate throat. Une struggled fiercely, her body jerking and her legs kicking helplessly but to no avail. She was caught in an iron grip and she knew there would be no escape. But that didn’t stop her from trying. Her warrior-like instincts simply would not allow her to give up without a fight.
Surprisingly it was the sound of cloth being ripped asunder that stilled the angry woman. Fear surged through her like an icy wave. Slowly, deliberately, Zechs pushed aside the ruins of her jacket, her blouse, to expose the woman’s long, pale throat…and the two puncture marks that marred her perfect flesh. Zechs lowered his head until his lips brushed against the gaping wounds, scars that may never fully heal and inhaled gently the soft clean scent of Woman. Yet there was no lingering aroma of fresh blood. No scent of blood at all.
(I have to be sure. I have to know.)
Lady Une shuddered at the moist heat of his breath against her flesh; her dark eyes fluttering closed. Her exposed breasts, confined in white silk and lace heaved in panic as his pink tongue darted out to taste and touch. A whimpering moan of protest escaped her throat at the brush of fangs bare seconds before soft lips clamped over the wound, sucking gently, drawing forth a surge of warmth from the inner most reaches of her body. An unexpected wave of pleasure engulfed her in reaction to what she considered to be one of the most intimate of touches. It was a reaction she had only experienced with the giving of her life force to her beloved Khushrenada. Une’s body relaxed against the firm body that held her prisoner as tears of shame and hate spilled forth from under closed lids.
Without any warning, Zechs released his grip on Une and flung her away in sudden rage. She fell with a cry and went sprawling against the cold, unfeeling ground as her treacherous legs gave out from under her body. Slowly, the woman pulled herself to her knees; her eyes shooting daggers of pure loathing at the creature that stood above her.
“He has not taken time to feed from his willing servant.” Zechs snarled softly, more to himself then the woman at his feet. “This means that he intends to Hunt this evening!” Zechs whirled away and stalked out of the room never once glancing back at the weeping woman who lay on the stone floor. “He is a bigger fool than I thought!”
Lady Une clutched the ruins of her clothes to her chest and glared after the retreating form of Zechs with eyes that glittered cold. With angry jabs she dashed away her weak, hateful tears. Rage had replaced the fear and it now boiled in her stomach casting its molten heat throughout her body. With a disgusted snort she pulled herself to her feet and made her way towards her own chambers to change.
TO BE CONTINUED…
