Now and Forever 2/? - 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 (it IS a vampire fic after all.
Rating: R.
Title: Now and Forever
Author: yellowhorde
Feel free to send comments and criticisms to yellowhorde@hotmail.com
Loud, rhythmic music blared steadily through hidden speakers, rocking the body and battering the ears. The noise was almost deafening, but still not loud enough to drown out the murmuring ocean as hundreds of voices rose in simultaneous conversation. People were sitting at tables, perched on stools near the bar, or lounging against the walls. Dozens more were crammed together out on the marble dance floor. All of them, these untold strangers, were gathered together, united in their purpose; to drown out their loneliness, their sorrows, their boredom with laughter, music, dance, and of course, booze. As was typical of such places, the nightclub was hot, crowded, and dimly lit. A noxious cloud of smoke hung over everything like smog.
Dorothy Catalonia stood by the bar, a goblet of red wine in hand. Meditatively, she swirled the alcoholic beverage and gazed intently into its ruby depths. Allowing herself a small sip, the woman savored the wine’s heady taste. She had taken great pains to dress her best this evening having chosen her favorite off the shoulder blouse in a brilliant, knock-your-eyes-out scarlet. The silk blouse hugged her form beautifully while leaving her taut stomach exposed for all to see and admire… or envy. The small diamond embedded in her belly ring winked and shimmered like a tiny star above the low waist of her black leather mini skirt. Long, shapely legs were encased in black fishnet stockings and black leather pumps with three-inch stiletto heels completed the outfit.
Blue eyes slid closed as Dorothy allowed the music to crash over her, through her. Her slender body swayed sensuously to the driving beat. Long blond hair shimmered down her back in golden waves. She was fully aware of the hungry stares of the men around her, their lustful gazes devouring every feminine curve. Well, let them stare. With a saucy smile Dorothy brought the goblet up to her expertly rouged lips. Her instincts told her that tonight she would be meeting that ever-elusive Mr. Right, the man who would alter her life forever.
And her instincts were seldom wrong.
*****
The tall, ginger haired gentleman glided effortlessly through the smoky interior, deep blue eyes searching as the milling crowd parted unconsciously before him. The Hunger was burning deep within him, yet he held it in careful check. An unknown power thrummed around him causing tiny shivers to dance along his pale smooth skin. It was not the first time he had sensed this foreign yearning, nor would it probably be the last.
(Where are you? I can feel your eyes like feathers down my spine. Who are you and where are you hiding?)
The handsome man moved with a calm assurance and stately grace, the very picture of refined elegance. The black jacquard-textured coat he wore with its fabric covered cassock-front buttons, upturned French cuffs and gold braided trim was unbuttoned to reveal a white dress shirt of silky brocade with a high ruffled collar and a flowing triple ruff cravat. Authentic pearl buttons glimmered with a mellow brilliance at the throat and just above the double-layered handkerchief cuffs. Black tailored slacks skimmed over long, muscular legs and were tucked neatly into a pair of knee-high riding boots of the supplest leather polished to a glossy sheen. Most men simply could not have pulled off such an outfit without looking foppish, but on this regal stranger it was completely, utterly masculine.
Suddenly, the man paused as his eyes found his next intended target, a truly lovely creature with long platinum blond hair with an air of expectancy hanging about her. She stood by the bar, her slender body moving in unconscious time with the too loud music. A gentle smile graced the man’s handsome face as he ran his hands over his clothes smoothing away imaginary wrinkles. Even with her back to him, he could sense her strength of will, her undeniable beauty. She was perfect. Just perfect. The Hunger flared brilliantly, and his own blood seemed to roar through his veins in eager anticipation.
“Never fear, my dear. Your knight in shining armor has finally arrived.”
*****
Dorothy felt the weight of his gaze upon her from across the room. Resisting the urge to turn around, she nervously took another sip of wine before setting the crystalline goblet down on the mahogany counter top. A tiny pink tongue darted out to moisten ruby lips. Butterflies began to dance giddily in her stomach and the mental image of those same butterflies engaged in their frantic ballet pulled a shaky giggle from her throat.
(So I’m nervous. Big deal. It’s not every day that a girl meets her destiny.)
And suddenly, he was there, besides her, and he was REAL, no fairy tale prince on a white charger, but a real man with hopes, dreams, desires. The faint scent of his cologne wafted to Dorothy’s nose and slowly, ever so slowly, she turned her head to gaze into the most bewitching blue eyes she had ever seen.
Dorothy Catalonia never had a chance.
“Beauty such as yours surely must be a sin, my Lady.”
The voice, a deep tenor, though soft, carried easily over the crash of the music. It was as if his words were meant for her ears alone. And indeed, they were. Smooth, cultured, that honeyed voice promised more than a passing fling, it spoke of a lifetime of wicked delights, an eternity of flaming passion.
Dorothy actually felt a blush wash over her checks at the compliment but was unable to tear her eyes away from that hypnotic gaze. Those eyes…they were so deep and dark…it was almost like she was drowning in them, losing herself, losing her soul. The sensation, although not entirely unpleasant, set off the first sparks of warning, but they went unheeded.
“You are too kind, good sir.” Dorothy replied. Her voice, even to herself, sounded dreamy and distant.
“Not at all. I am just stating the simple truth. You truly are one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes upon.” And this was, in fact, the truth. Beauty such as the woman who stood before him was a blessing of the gods that was granted only once in a blue moon.
“Come. The air in here is a bit stuffy.” Gallantly, the man offered his elbow to Dorothy who took it after the slightest hesitation. “Would you care to take a stroll with a lonely gentleman?”
“May I have the pleasure of your name, dear sir?” Dorothy asked in a faint voice as she flashed a dazzling smile at the man who had so effectively stolen her heart…and mind.
“But of course! Where are my manners?”
The elegant stranger turned slightly to face her and offered a short bow from the waist. The action should have looked out of place here where the fluorescent lights gleamed and rock music blared yet some how it seemed entirely appropriate. The formal gallantry suited him perfectly. Slowly, he extended his hand out towards the young woman and Dorothy found herself offering up her own hand in response to this old fashioned gesture. His grip was firm yet gentle at the same time. The brush of his flesh against hers caused almost electrical tremors to course through her body.
“I do apologize, my dear, but your dazzling beauty has caused me to forget myself. The name is Khushrenada. Treize Khushrenada.”
“And my name is Dorothy Catalonia.”
Treize bowed slightly and pressed his lips gently to Dorothy’s white knuckles before straightening and locking his gaze once more with hers.
“A name as lovely as you are. The pleasure is entirely mine.”
Taking her arm again, Treize steered her towards the door. A few giggling women noted aloud that the two of them made a stunning couple as Treize and Dorothy passed by their table. It was the last time anyone would ever see Dorothy Catalonia alive.
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 (it IS a vampire fic after all.
Rating: R.
Title: Now and Forever
Author: yellowhorde
Feel free to send comments and criticisms to yellowhorde@hotmail.com
Loud, rhythmic music blared steadily through hidden speakers, rocking the body and battering the ears. The noise was almost deafening, but still not loud enough to drown out the murmuring ocean as hundreds of voices rose in simultaneous conversation. People were sitting at tables, perched on stools near the bar, or lounging against the walls. Dozens more were crammed together out on the marble dance floor. All of them, these untold strangers, were gathered together, united in their purpose; to drown out their loneliness, their sorrows, their boredom with laughter, music, dance, and of course, booze. As was typical of such places, the nightclub was hot, crowded, and dimly lit. A noxious cloud of smoke hung over everything like smog.
Dorothy Catalonia stood by the bar, a goblet of red wine in hand. Meditatively, she swirled the alcoholic beverage and gazed intently into its ruby depths. Allowing herself a small sip, the woman savored the wine’s heady taste. She had taken great pains to dress her best this evening having chosen her favorite off the shoulder blouse in a brilliant, knock-your-eyes-out scarlet. The silk blouse hugged her form beautifully while leaving her taut stomach exposed for all to see and admire… or envy. The small diamond embedded in her belly ring winked and shimmered like a tiny star above the low waist of her black leather mini skirt. Long, shapely legs were encased in black fishnet stockings and black leather pumps with three-inch stiletto heels completed the outfit.
Blue eyes slid closed as Dorothy allowed the music to crash over her, through her. Her slender body swayed sensuously to the driving beat. Long blond hair shimmered down her back in golden waves. She was fully aware of the hungry stares of the men around her, their lustful gazes devouring every feminine curve. Well, let them stare. With a saucy smile Dorothy brought the goblet up to her expertly rouged lips. Her instincts told her that tonight she would be meeting that ever-elusive Mr. Right, the man who would alter her life forever.
And her instincts were seldom wrong.
*****
The tall, ginger haired gentleman glided effortlessly through the smoky interior, deep blue eyes searching as the milling crowd parted unconsciously before him. The Hunger was burning deep within him, yet he held it in careful check. An unknown power thrummed around him causing tiny shivers to dance along his pale smooth skin. It was not the first time he had sensed this foreign yearning, nor would it probably be the last.
(Where are you? I can feel your eyes like feathers down my spine. Who are you and where are you hiding?)
The handsome man moved with a calm assurance and stately grace, the very picture of refined elegance. The black jacquard-textured coat he wore with its fabric covered cassock-front buttons, upturned French cuffs and gold braided trim was unbuttoned to reveal a white dress shirt of silky brocade with a high ruffled collar and a flowing triple ruff cravat. Authentic pearl buttons glimmered with a mellow brilliance at the throat and just above the double-layered handkerchief cuffs. Black tailored slacks skimmed over long, muscular legs and were tucked neatly into a pair of knee-high riding boots of the supplest leather polished to a glossy sheen. Most men simply could not have pulled off such an outfit without looking foppish, but on this regal stranger it was completely, utterly masculine.
Suddenly, the man paused as his eyes found his next intended target, a truly lovely creature with long platinum blond hair with an air of expectancy hanging about her. She stood by the bar, her slender body moving in unconscious time with the too loud music. A gentle smile graced the man’s handsome face as he ran his hands over his clothes smoothing away imaginary wrinkles. Even with her back to him, he could sense her strength of will, her undeniable beauty. She was perfect. Just perfect. The Hunger flared brilliantly, and his own blood seemed to roar through his veins in eager anticipation.
“Never fear, my dear. Your knight in shining armor has finally arrived.”
*****
Dorothy felt the weight of his gaze upon her from across the room. Resisting the urge to turn around, she nervously took another sip of wine before setting the crystalline goblet down on the mahogany counter top. A tiny pink tongue darted out to moisten ruby lips. Butterflies began to dance giddily in her stomach and the mental image of those same butterflies engaged in their frantic ballet pulled a shaky giggle from her throat.
(So I’m nervous. Big deal. It’s not every day that a girl meets her destiny.)
And suddenly, he was there, besides her, and he was REAL, no fairy tale prince on a white charger, but a real man with hopes, dreams, desires. The faint scent of his cologne wafted to Dorothy’s nose and slowly, ever so slowly, she turned her head to gaze into the most bewitching blue eyes she had ever seen.
Dorothy Catalonia never had a chance.
“Beauty such as yours surely must be a sin, my Lady.”
The voice, a deep tenor, though soft, carried easily over the crash of the music. It was as if his words were meant for her ears alone. And indeed, they were. Smooth, cultured, that honeyed voice promised more than a passing fling, it spoke of a lifetime of wicked delights, an eternity of flaming passion.
Dorothy actually felt a blush wash over her checks at the compliment but was unable to tear her eyes away from that hypnotic gaze. Those eyes…they were so deep and dark…it was almost like she was drowning in them, losing herself, losing her soul. The sensation, although not entirely unpleasant, set off the first sparks of warning, but they went unheeded.
“You are too kind, good sir.” Dorothy replied. Her voice, even to herself, sounded dreamy and distant.
“Not at all. I am just stating the simple truth. You truly are one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes upon.” And this was, in fact, the truth. Beauty such as the woman who stood before him was a blessing of the gods that was granted only once in a blue moon.
“Come. The air in here is a bit stuffy.” Gallantly, the man offered his elbow to Dorothy who took it after the slightest hesitation. “Would you care to take a stroll with a lonely gentleman?”
“May I have the pleasure of your name, dear sir?” Dorothy asked in a faint voice as she flashed a dazzling smile at the man who had so effectively stolen her heart…and mind.
“But of course! Where are my manners?”
The elegant stranger turned slightly to face her and offered a short bow from the waist. The action should have looked out of place here where the fluorescent lights gleamed and rock music blared yet some how it seemed entirely appropriate. The formal gallantry suited him perfectly. Slowly, he extended his hand out towards the young woman and Dorothy found herself offering up her own hand in response to this old fashioned gesture. His grip was firm yet gentle at the same time. The brush of his flesh against hers caused almost electrical tremors to course through her body.
“I do apologize, my dear, but your dazzling beauty has caused me to forget myself. The name is Khushrenada. Treize Khushrenada.”
“And my name is Dorothy Catalonia.”
Treize bowed slightly and pressed his lips gently to Dorothy’s white knuckles before straightening and locking his gaze once more with hers.
“A name as lovely as you are. The pleasure is entirely mine.”
Taking her arm again, Treize steered her towards the door. A few giggling women noted aloud that the two of them made a stunning couple as Treize and Dorothy passed by their table. It was the last time anyone would ever see Dorothy Catalonia alive.
TO BE CONTINUED…
