Now and Forever 8/? - 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: 5x1 13x5
Category: Angst, Supernatural, AU
Warnings: Yaoi, Dark, Vampirism, Violence, Mild Lemon
Rating: R
Title: Now and Forever
Author: yellowhorde
Feel free to send comments/constructive criticism to me at yellowhorde@hotmail.com
Treize stepped from the porch and into the bright golden sunshine and knew he was dreaming. There was no pain; he did not burst into flame. Radiant warmth engulfed him and it felt so wonderful after centuries of darkness. Closing his eyes, he tilted his face and allowed the rays to sink into his body, filling him with a heat and energy that, for him and his kind, only fresh blood could match.
It made him feel almost ...alive.
His dreaming eyes wandered over the gently sloping countryside of his mortal youth and the intoxicating aromas of moist earth, fresh pungent pine, and rich wood smoke tickled his nose. He marveled at the feeling of peace that filled him. The sky above was a clear and magnificent blue spotted here and there with soft wispy clouds. Early morning birdsong filled the world and the faintest sounds of rushing water could be heard from a brook several yards away.
Treize gloried in the symphony of sight and sound nature provided even as the dark pain of yearning and loss twisted in his heart, a cruel and merciless dagger. All of this beauty was lost to him forever. His world now consisted of the cold indifferent stars, the eternal moon, and blood. And no matter what the silly little songs said, life was not a dream.
Suddenly, a young man appeared at his side leading a magnificent stallion by the reins. The boy's hair, long, thick, and as black as fresh tar, was pulled back from his face and into a serviceable ponytail. Clear midnight blue eyes sparkled with health and good cheer. His clothes were rough spun, clean and in good repair and his scuffed leather shoes, covered in dust and mud and bits of straw, looked almost new. He was the image of health and happiness, if not exactly prosperity.
Grinning happily the boy offered the older gentleman the reins.
"I thought you might like to go riding, sir." He said and Treize smiled as the younger boy's voice cracked.
Such a young lad, but in a few years he would be a man grown and ready to take up the mantle of hardships and responsibilities the world would thrust upon him.
"Thank you, Etienne. It is indeed a splendid day for riding."
With a feline's grace Treize swung himself up into the saddle. The stallion, a beautiful dapple-gray, danced impatiently, snorting in eager anticipation. Treize inclined his head graciously towards the stable hand and then he was off, leaving the boy and his home behind.
Cool morning air whistled through his hair and tugging at the tails of his scarlet riding jacket. The stallion stretched out, long legs flashing. The thunder of hooves filled the world. Treize leaned forward urging his mount onward. A squirrel suddenly bolted from beneath a low hedge, frightened by the sudden intrusion of man and beast and scurried up the nearest tree trunk chattering indignantly. Treize laughed out loud and it felt good, right, and real.
Eventually, Treize stopped in a small clearing surrounded by a stand of ancient oaks. Their canopy of leaves offered cool and welcomed shade for the air had grown still and heavy with the budding heat of the day. He slid to the ground, and strolled over towards the streambed, the stallion at his heels.
Treize's lean, muscular thighs ached pleasantly from the exuberant romp and his auburn hair was in wild disarray. His cheeks were flushed from the combined effects of sun and wind. Sighing softly, he gazed about him and let all the tension drain from him.
The trees, mostly oak, stood calm, still, and silent and They seemed to be keeping watch or standing guard, a notion that filled Treize with small stirrings of misgiving. He strained his ears but he could detect no bird song, no wind, no anything. It was as if all life had stopped. He sensed that something was very wrong. Some small inner voice screamed that all was not as it seemed. Deep within his sleeping mind, a memory stirred, hideous, malicious, and as dark as the bottomless pits of Hell.
A blanket of pine needles and dead leaves carpeted the ground, muffling his footsteps as he approached the stream. Gracefully he knelt and dipped his hands into the icy depths of the water, gasping slightly as his fingers went almost instantly numb. His eyes were drawn to the swirling ripples that broke the surface and the slightly distorted mirror image of the world they reflected back at him. What he saw in that smooth darkness made his blood run as cold as the water his hands were submerged in.
Time rushed past in an unbelievable rate. The sun sped through the sky as hours passed in mere moments. Shadows grew and darkened as the day died. The leaves of the trees, fresh and green, flamed into golden and crimson hues in the blink of an eye then withered into an unattractive brown and spun lifelessly towards the earth only to be spirited away by a phantom wind that began to whoop and wail.
The horse's nervous whickering brought Treize back from the impossibilities the water presented to him. It's delicate ears pricked back and forth straining to catch the faintest sounds and equine eyes rolled fearfully. The creature tossed his head, snorting, as it scented the air for danger. Hurriedly, Treize rose and went to its side, stroking the lathered neck in an effort to calm the beast.
"Steady, boy. Easy." Treize murmured, "There's nothing here to be afraid of."
But he wasn't fooling the horse or himself.
Treize's sleeping mind wanted to call out to his dream self, but he could not interfere. Even in his dreams he could not alter what Fate had in store for him.
Night descended swiftly upon man and beast and the first diamond brush of impartial stars burst through the heavens. The trees danced in the unnatural darkness, their whispered warnings coming too late.
From beneath the stand of trees two glowing orbs blazed with a fierce and unholy light. A shadow in the form of a man detached itself from the darkness. In the dim light it was difficult to make out facial features but he was taller than Treize and golden hair gleamed down past broad shoulders. Dressed in black from head to toe, he advanced with a smooth and flawless grace that was in a word, inhuman.
"Who are you?" Treize called, his voice strong and sure even as the icy fingers of fear tickled his heart. "What is your name and your purpose here, sir?"
The shadowy figure made no reply, only smiled and exposed glistening fangs.
Superstitious dread burst through Treize's body like a thousand exploding suns and his right hand flew towards the scabbard at his waist. He moved with the sureness and grace of a skilled swordsman but no matter how fast he may be he was only human.
The creature he faced was not.
One moment the stranger was standing right in front of him, then suddenly he was at Treize's back, talon-like hands ripping and clawing. Bright darts of red agony sank into his flesh and he was dimly aware of the panicked scream of the horse as it fled into the night. The hot metallic scent of copper filled the night air as blood gushed forth. He whirled to face his spectral opponent as waves of dizziness caused black spots to dance before his eyes, unsheathed his blade and brought his sword around unsteadily to strike a deadly blow.
It would never land.
I must wake up, I won't...can't... go through this again!
A cold, white hand wrapped itself around his right wrist. The other snaked around Treize's neck and shoulder, dragging him into a deadly embrace. Pain flared as the hand holding his wrist tightened with supernatural strength. Bones snapped and he cried out in pain. His sword fell to the leaf-strewed ground with a muffled thump. Then the vampire pulled him down to his knees. One hand fisted in Treize's auburn hair yanking his head back and to the side to expose his throat. Panic overtook him, as he suddenly understood his fate.
NO!
He struggled frantically but he couldn't break the demon's hold on him. His pulse jumped beneath the smooth taut skin of his throat, a frightened bird caught in a snare. It thudded through him, drowning out his ragged gasps and the high miserable moan that eased past his lips as he felt the first dreaded brush of fangs against his flesh.
Die in Darkness to live in Darkness, from now until the end of time. To hunt... and feed... on human blood. To kill-
Suddenly, the vampire reared back, hissing in triumph. The flash of fangs in the moonlight as it struck, quick and deadly as a rattler.
Twin daggers pierced Treize's flesh, and he screamed, a high and wretched sound of the damned.
- And eventually... finally... to die.
*****
Treize bolted up in bed with a small cry. Sweat beaded his bare flesh and trickled down his chest and temples. The windowless room was dark and still and the rustling of his silken sheets as he pulled himself into a sitting position seemed very loud indeed. He could feel the coming night pressing against his skin like a physical presence, the seductive caress of a lover.
It would not be long now.
Sighing heavily, he ran his fingers absently through his thick auburn hair. It had been ages since he had given so much as a passing thought to the events leading up to his turning, a traumatic, life altering event which had shattered his once peaceful world in a flurry of fangs and searing hot agony. The memory of it had haunted his waking thoughts for decades.
Of course, most vampires' first taste of immortality began with terror and violence. It was the fundamental nature of what they were, creatures of the night preying upon the weak and unsuspecting humans. Very few of his kind had crossed over willingly but it was known to happen from time to time.
For over two hundred years Treize had served his master, his sire. Giosepi the Torturer he had been called and never so apt a name had been given to any creature that walked the earth. Even now, five centuries after that fiend's destruction, he could not bear to speak the monster's name aloud.
A shudder of revulsion rippled through Treize's body as vivid images from his past flashed through his mind. Long nights without number he had been forced to submit to the unwanted 'affections' of that horrible creature. The pain, the humiliation he had suffered at his Master's hands had almost destroyed him. His own hatred and thirst for revenge had been the only things sustaining his miserable existence.
Though he had freed himself from Giosepi centuries ago there was no denying the fact that the blood of his master had mingled with his own, tainting it and his soul both. Through no fault of his own Treize bore the mark of Giosepi's lineage, the same carnal lusts ran through his veins, the same addictive need for violence and terror. Despite his best efforts to control them, these diabolical cravings, this darkness of the spirit, descended upon him with ever increasing frequency, blotting out the man he was and compelling him to commit atrocious acts of unspeakable evil and debauchery.
Even now as he lay naked in his bed while the world walked the tightrope between day and night, he felt the Darkness swelling up within him, a bone-penetrating chill that swept through him and roared for release. He knew that it would soon break free again for his control over the last few centuries had gradually been eroded away until there was little left.
Sighing heavily, Treize closed his eyes and tried to ease the tension that filled him. As he did so his mind expanded outward into the night searching, groping with invisible fingers. A jumble of sensations jolted through his body, the smell of wet grass and mud, cold rain and rough bark. He heard the distant rumbling of thunder and caught the faintest whiff of ozone as lightning flashed through the sky. A heartbeat thudded in his head, its rhythm frantic, almost panicky. The whoosh of air through lungs and the steady rushing of blood through veins. All these things he experienced as his mind was drawn onward until it brushed against a familiar mind, one being consumed by bloody images of death and carnage.
Treize's eyes flew open and he stood abruptly with that liquid grace his kind possessed. His heart thudded heavily in his chest and excitement rose within him. He knew this mind! It was the one, the young mortal who had occupied his every waking thought these last few months. And he was close, so very close!
Young dragon, tonight you shall be mine. Tonight your destiny will be fulfilled. A predatory smile lit up his face and something dark and sinister sparked in his eyes. The time for waiting had finally come to an end.
"Une!" Treize called, knowing his servant would not be far from him so soon after his awaking.
The door opened slowly and Lady Une appeared, carrying a flickering candle up in one hand for the earlier storm had knocked down several power lines around the neighbor hood leaving them without electricity. She always kept a large supply of candles and matches on hand for just such emergencies. She was a very practical woman.
Une's brown hair, free of its usual severe buns, cascaded around her pale shoulders and she wore a cream blouse with high-laced collar and slightly puffed sleeves with a tailored emerald green skirt. She swept into the chambers with an undeniable grace and confidence and Treize couldn't suppress a smile for she was still every inch the beautiful woman he had met all those long years ago.
She hadn't aged a single day in five hundred years, nor would she as long as she belonged to him, body and soul.
"Yes, my Lord?"
She carefully set the brass candleholder down on the cherry wood nightstand next to the four-poster bed. It's dim golden light cast flickering shadows that writhed and danced along the walls like demons. She felt her master's eyes upon her and the weight of it tightened her throat and made breathing almost impossible.
It had been so long since he had feed from her but now the hunger in his eyes was undeniable. A thrill of anticipation shot through her from her inner core to her outer extremities.
"Tonight I need all of my strength." Treize's voice was low and full of hunger. Soft as velvet, his voice surrounded her with gentle warmth and desire. He reached out one hand to his servant, a gesture of invitation.
Une released the breath she had not realized she had been holding. Her dark eyes softened and a small smile played along her lips as she gazed at the man seated before her. His desires crushed over her like a tidal wave, drowning her; suffocating her yet without hesitation she placed one slender hand into the outstretched hand of her Lord in a gesture of acceptance. A thrill of passion ripped brutally through her body as he pulled her into his embrace.
Treize's hands worked hungrily, tracing the familiar curves of her body through her garments. Slowly and deliberately they slid over the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips. Her blood sang sweetly through her veins, a siren song he had no intention of ignoring and he wanted nothing more than to taste it, drink it down and feel its life giving warmth spread through his cold body.
His hands moved to the front of the blouse and with greedy insistence began to unfasten the buttons. He moved with smooth dexterity gained from years of practice and one by one the pearl buttons surrendered. He pushed the garment off of Une's shoulders and it slithered down her back with a silken whisper.
Une's eyes slid closed as Treize lowered her to the silken sheets. His hands explored her body and his mouth crushed down on hers. His tongue slid smoothly between her parted lips to taste and tease and she moaned softly giving willing access. Through a haze of passion she felt her garments being stripped from her one after another until there was only the delightful feel of flesh against flesh.
Treize nudged a knee between her thighs and she parted them eagerly. A light brush of fangs along her throat sent shivers of anticipation rushing through her entire body. One second later she stiffened, her back arching up off of the bed as pain flared hot and white where Treize had bitten her. His throat worked convulsively as he feed on her life's blood and made small sounds of pleasure deep in his throat
With one powerful hand he held her still while the other slid down the length of her body, slowly, tantalizingly. He kneaded her breasts, the plains of her stomach, working his way ever lower until he reached the junction of her thighs. Her ragged breath stilled in her throat for a moment as the sharp edges of pain melted and blurred into waves of pleasure as she felt Treize begin to stroke her intimately with strong knowledgeable fingers.
She arched her body wantonly against him in silent pleading, wanting, needing more. Treize pulled back from her slightly, his chin and throat slick with blood, her blood. His eyes were so dark, so blue, as beautiful as the ocean and just as deep. She could easily drown in his eyes. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her gently. The taste of her own blood filled her mouth and it excited her in ways she never imagined possible.
Treize shifted his position slightly and pressed boldly against her, fully aroused and magnificently male. He placed both hands against the firm insides of her thighs and eased them farther apart. His eyes found hers and with a pang of sorrow she realized that she saw desire burning in those blue depths, a raging need, but not love.
Never love.
She willingly surrendered her body and her blood to him as she had for centuries, but it wasn't enough, it would never be enough. His heart beat, but not for her. Perhaps it never had.
Treize entered her, penetrating deeply with enough force to lift her hips from the mattress and to draw small screams from her throat. He drummed a bruising, frantic rhythm into her body. She gritted her teeth and pressed her cheek against his chest and heard his heart thundering in her head and felt her own lonely heart echo its pulsing rhythm.
Hot tears stung Une's eyes as she wrapped her arms and legs around his driving, sweat-slick body as he moved over her, inside her. He pushed her over that thin line that separated pain and pleasure, she allowed herself to believe, for just one fleeting second, that he really did love her.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Pairings: 5x1 13x5
Category: Angst, Supernatural, AU
Warnings: Yaoi, Dark, Vampirism, Violence, Mild Lemon
Rating: R
Title: Now and Forever
Author: yellowhorde
Feel free to send comments/constructive criticism to me at yellowhorde@hotmail.com
Treize stepped from the porch and into the bright golden sunshine and knew he was dreaming. There was no pain; he did not burst into flame. Radiant warmth engulfed him and it felt so wonderful after centuries of darkness. Closing his eyes, he tilted his face and allowed the rays to sink into his body, filling him with a heat and energy that, for him and his kind, only fresh blood could match.
It made him feel almost ...alive.
His dreaming eyes wandered over the gently sloping countryside of his mortal youth and the intoxicating aromas of moist earth, fresh pungent pine, and rich wood smoke tickled his nose. He marveled at the feeling of peace that filled him. The sky above was a clear and magnificent blue spotted here and there with soft wispy clouds. Early morning birdsong filled the world and the faintest sounds of rushing water could be heard from a brook several yards away.
Treize gloried in the symphony of sight and sound nature provided even as the dark pain of yearning and loss twisted in his heart, a cruel and merciless dagger. All of this beauty was lost to him forever. His world now consisted of the cold indifferent stars, the eternal moon, and blood. And no matter what the silly little songs said, life was not a dream.
Suddenly, a young man appeared at his side leading a magnificent stallion by the reins. The boy's hair, long, thick, and as black as fresh tar, was pulled back from his face and into a serviceable ponytail. Clear midnight blue eyes sparkled with health and good cheer. His clothes were rough spun, clean and in good repair and his scuffed leather shoes, covered in dust and mud and bits of straw, looked almost new. He was the image of health and happiness, if not exactly prosperity.
Grinning happily the boy offered the older gentleman the reins.
"I thought you might like to go riding, sir." He said and Treize smiled as the younger boy's voice cracked.
Such a young lad, but in a few years he would be a man grown and ready to take up the mantle of hardships and responsibilities the world would thrust upon him.
"Thank you, Etienne. It is indeed a splendid day for riding."
With a feline's grace Treize swung himself up into the saddle. The stallion, a beautiful dapple-gray, danced impatiently, snorting in eager anticipation. Treize inclined his head graciously towards the stable hand and then he was off, leaving the boy and his home behind.
Cool morning air whistled through his hair and tugging at the tails of his scarlet riding jacket. The stallion stretched out, long legs flashing. The thunder of hooves filled the world. Treize leaned forward urging his mount onward. A squirrel suddenly bolted from beneath a low hedge, frightened by the sudden intrusion of man and beast and scurried up the nearest tree trunk chattering indignantly. Treize laughed out loud and it felt good, right, and real.
Eventually, Treize stopped in a small clearing surrounded by a stand of ancient oaks. Their canopy of leaves offered cool and welcomed shade for the air had grown still and heavy with the budding heat of the day. He slid to the ground, and strolled over towards the streambed, the stallion at his heels.
Treize's lean, muscular thighs ached pleasantly from the exuberant romp and his auburn hair was in wild disarray. His cheeks were flushed from the combined effects of sun and wind. Sighing softly, he gazed about him and let all the tension drain from him.
The trees, mostly oak, stood calm, still, and silent and They seemed to be keeping watch or standing guard, a notion that filled Treize with small stirrings of misgiving. He strained his ears but he could detect no bird song, no wind, no anything. It was as if all life had stopped. He sensed that something was very wrong. Some small inner voice screamed that all was not as it seemed. Deep within his sleeping mind, a memory stirred, hideous, malicious, and as dark as the bottomless pits of Hell.
A blanket of pine needles and dead leaves carpeted the ground, muffling his footsteps as he approached the stream. Gracefully he knelt and dipped his hands into the icy depths of the water, gasping slightly as his fingers went almost instantly numb. His eyes were drawn to the swirling ripples that broke the surface and the slightly distorted mirror image of the world they reflected back at him. What he saw in that smooth darkness made his blood run as cold as the water his hands were submerged in.
Time rushed past in an unbelievable rate. The sun sped through the sky as hours passed in mere moments. Shadows grew and darkened as the day died. The leaves of the trees, fresh and green, flamed into golden and crimson hues in the blink of an eye then withered into an unattractive brown and spun lifelessly towards the earth only to be spirited away by a phantom wind that began to whoop and wail.
The horse's nervous whickering brought Treize back from the impossibilities the water presented to him. It's delicate ears pricked back and forth straining to catch the faintest sounds and equine eyes rolled fearfully. The creature tossed his head, snorting, as it scented the air for danger. Hurriedly, Treize rose and went to its side, stroking the lathered neck in an effort to calm the beast.
"Steady, boy. Easy." Treize murmured, "There's nothing here to be afraid of."
But he wasn't fooling the horse or himself.
Treize's sleeping mind wanted to call out to his dream self, but he could not interfere. Even in his dreams he could not alter what Fate had in store for him.
Night descended swiftly upon man and beast and the first diamond brush of impartial stars burst through the heavens. The trees danced in the unnatural darkness, their whispered warnings coming too late.
From beneath the stand of trees two glowing orbs blazed with a fierce and unholy light. A shadow in the form of a man detached itself from the darkness. In the dim light it was difficult to make out facial features but he was taller than Treize and golden hair gleamed down past broad shoulders. Dressed in black from head to toe, he advanced with a smooth and flawless grace that was in a word, inhuman.
"Who are you?" Treize called, his voice strong and sure even as the icy fingers of fear tickled his heart. "What is your name and your purpose here, sir?"
The shadowy figure made no reply, only smiled and exposed glistening fangs.
Superstitious dread burst through Treize's body like a thousand exploding suns and his right hand flew towards the scabbard at his waist. He moved with the sureness and grace of a skilled swordsman but no matter how fast he may be he was only human.
The creature he faced was not.
One moment the stranger was standing right in front of him, then suddenly he was at Treize's back, talon-like hands ripping and clawing. Bright darts of red agony sank into his flesh and he was dimly aware of the panicked scream of the horse as it fled into the night. The hot metallic scent of copper filled the night air as blood gushed forth. He whirled to face his spectral opponent as waves of dizziness caused black spots to dance before his eyes, unsheathed his blade and brought his sword around unsteadily to strike a deadly blow.
It would never land.
I must wake up, I won't...can't... go through this again!
A cold, white hand wrapped itself around his right wrist. The other snaked around Treize's neck and shoulder, dragging him into a deadly embrace. Pain flared as the hand holding his wrist tightened with supernatural strength. Bones snapped and he cried out in pain. His sword fell to the leaf-strewed ground with a muffled thump. Then the vampire pulled him down to his knees. One hand fisted in Treize's auburn hair yanking his head back and to the side to expose his throat. Panic overtook him, as he suddenly understood his fate.
NO!
He struggled frantically but he couldn't break the demon's hold on him. His pulse jumped beneath the smooth taut skin of his throat, a frightened bird caught in a snare. It thudded through him, drowning out his ragged gasps and the high miserable moan that eased past his lips as he felt the first dreaded brush of fangs against his flesh.
Die in Darkness to live in Darkness, from now until the end of time. To hunt... and feed... on human blood. To kill-
Suddenly, the vampire reared back, hissing in triumph. The flash of fangs in the moonlight as it struck, quick and deadly as a rattler.
Twin daggers pierced Treize's flesh, and he screamed, a high and wretched sound of the damned.
- And eventually... finally... to die.
*****
Treize bolted up in bed with a small cry. Sweat beaded his bare flesh and trickled down his chest and temples. The windowless room was dark and still and the rustling of his silken sheets as he pulled himself into a sitting position seemed very loud indeed. He could feel the coming night pressing against his skin like a physical presence, the seductive caress of a lover.
It would not be long now.
Sighing heavily, he ran his fingers absently through his thick auburn hair. It had been ages since he had given so much as a passing thought to the events leading up to his turning, a traumatic, life altering event which had shattered his once peaceful world in a flurry of fangs and searing hot agony. The memory of it had haunted his waking thoughts for decades.
Of course, most vampires' first taste of immortality began with terror and violence. It was the fundamental nature of what they were, creatures of the night preying upon the weak and unsuspecting humans. Very few of his kind had crossed over willingly but it was known to happen from time to time.
For over two hundred years Treize had served his master, his sire. Giosepi the Torturer he had been called and never so apt a name had been given to any creature that walked the earth. Even now, five centuries after that fiend's destruction, he could not bear to speak the monster's name aloud.
A shudder of revulsion rippled through Treize's body as vivid images from his past flashed through his mind. Long nights without number he had been forced to submit to the unwanted 'affections' of that horrible creature. The pain, the humiliation he had suffered at his Master's hands had almost destroyed him. His own hatred and thirst for revenge had been the only things sustaining his miserable existence.
Though he had freed himself from Giosepi centuries ago there was no denying the fact that the blood of his master had mingled with his own, tainting it and his soul both. Through no fault of his own Treize bore the mark of Giosepi's lineage, the same carnal lusts ran through his veins, the same addictive need for violence and terror. Despite his best efforts to control them, these diabolical cravings, this darkness of the spirit, descended upon him with ever increasing frequency, blotting out the man he was and compelling him to commit atrocious acts of unspeakable evil and debauchery.
Even now as he lay naked in his bed while the world walked the tightrope between day and night, he felt the Darkness swelling up within him, a bone-penetrating chill that swept through him and roared for release. He knew that it would soon break free again for his control over the last few centuries had gradually been eroded away until there was little left.
Sighing heavily, Treize closed his eyes and tried to ease the tension that filled him. As he did so his mind expanded outward into the night searching, groping with invisible fingers. A jumble of sensations jolted through his body, the smell of wet grass and mud, cold rain and rough bark. He heard the distant rumbling of thunder and caught the faintest whiff of ozone as lightning flashed through the sky. A heartbeat thudded in his head, its rhythm frantic, almost panicky. The whoosh of air through lungs and the steady rushing of blood through veins. All these things he experienced as his mind was drawn onward until it brushed against a familiar mind, one being consumed by bloody images of death and carnage.
Treize's eyes flew open and he stood abruptly with that liquid grace his kind possessed. His heart thudded heavily in his chest and excitement rose within him. He knew this mind! It was the one, the young mortal who had occupied his every waking thought these last few months. And he was close, so very close!
Young dragon, tonight you shall be mine. Tonight your destiny will be fulfilled. A predatory smile lit up his face and something dark and sinister sparked in his eyes. The time for waiting had finally come to an end.
"Une!" Treize called, knowing his servant would not be far from him so soon after his awaking.
The door opened slowly and Lady Une appeared, carrying a flickering candle up in one hand for the earlier storm had knocked down several power lines around the neighbor hood leaving them without electricity. She always kept a large supply of candles and matches on hand for just such emergencies. She was a very practical woman.
Une's brown hair, free of its usual severe buns, cascaded around her pale shoulders and she wore a cream blouse with high-laced collar and slightly puffed sleeves with a tailored emerald green skirt. She swept into the chambers with an undeniable grace and confidence and Treize couldn't suppress a smile for she was still every inch the beautiful woman he had met all those long years ago.
She hadn't aged a single day in five hundred years, nor would she as long as she belonged to him, body and soul.
"Yes, my Lord?"
She carefully set the brass candleholder down on the cherry wood nightstand next to the four-poster bed. It's dim golden light cast flickering shadows that writhed and danced along the walls like demons. She felt her master's eyes upon her and the weight of it tightened her throat and made breathing almost impossible.
It had been so long since he had feed from her but now the hunger in his eyes was undeniable. A thrill of anticipation shot through her from her inner core to her outer extremities.
"Tonight I need all of my strength." Treize's voice was low and full of hunger. Soft as velvet, his voice surrounded her with gentle warmth and desire. He reached out one hand to his servant, a gesture of invitation.
Une released the breath she had not realized she had been holding. Her dark eyes softened and a small smile played along her lips as she gazed at the man seated before her. His desires crushed over her like a tidal wave, drowning her; suffocating her yet without hesitation she placed one slender hand into the outstretched hand of her Lord in a gesture of acceptance. A thrill of passion ripped brutally through her body as he pulled her into his embrace.
Treize's hands worked hungrily, tracing the familiar curves of her body through her garments. Slowly and deliberately they slid over the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips. Her blood sang sweetly through her veins, a siren song he had no intention of ignoring and he wanted nothing more than to taste it, drink it down and feel its life giving warmth spread through his cold body.
His hands moved to the front of the blouse and with greedy insistence began to unfasten the buttons. He moved with smooth dexterity gained from years of practice and one by one the pearl buttons surrendered. He pushed the garment off of Une's shoulders and it slithered down her back with a silken whisper.
Une's eyes slid closed as Treize lowered her to the silken sheets. His hands explored her body and his mouth crushed down on hers. His tongue slid smoothly between her parted lips to taste and tease and she moaned softly giving willing access. Through a haze of passion she felt her garments being stripped from her one after another until there was only the delightful feel of flesh against flesh.
Treize nudged a knee between her thighs and she parted them eagerly. A light brush of fangs along her throat sent shivers of anticipation rushing through her entire body. One second later she stiffened, her back arching up off of the bed as pain flared hot and white where Treize had bitten her. His throat worked convulsively as he feed on her life's blood and made small sounds of pleasure deep in his throat
With one powerful hand he held her still while the other slid down the length of her body, slowly, tantalizingly. He kneaded her breasts, the plains of her stomach, working his way ever lower until he reached the junction of her thighs. Her ragged breath stilled in her throat for a moment as the sharp edges of pain melted and blurred into waves of pleasure as she felt Treize begin to stroke her intimately with strong knowledgeable fingers.
She arched her body wantonly against him in silent pleading, wanting, needing more. Treize pulled back from her slightly, his chin and throat slick with blood, her blood. His eyes were so dark, so blue, as beautiful as the ocean and just as deep. She could easily drown in his eyes. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her gently. The taste of her own blood filled her mouth and it excited her in ways she never imagined possible.
Treize shifted his position slightly and pressed boldly against her, fully aroused and magnificently male. He placed both hands against the firm insides of her thighs and eased them farther apart. His eyes found hers and with a pang of sorrow she realized that she saw desire burning in those blue depths, a raging need, but not love.
Never love.
She willingly surrendered her body and her blood to him as she had for centuries, but it wasn't enough, it would never be enough. His heart beat, but not for her. Perhaps it never had.
Treize entered her, penetrating deeply with enough force to lift her hips from the mattress and to draw small screams from her throat. He drummed a bruising, frantic rhythm into her body. She gritted her teeth and pressed her cheek against his chest and heard his heart thundering in her head and felt her own lonely heart echo its pulsing rhythm.
Hot tears stung Une's eyes as she wrapped her arms and legs around his driving, sweat-slick body as he moved over her, inside her. He pushed her over that thin line that separated pain and pleasure, she allowed herself to believe, for just one fleeting second, that he really did love her.
TO BE CONTINUED...
