One More Night

He was screwed. A month, an entire month. He had to feed, he couldn't put it off anymore. He should feed once every three days or once a week at the very least. He couldn't see his reflection anymore and his skin had turned pasty. He had barrakaded himself in his room, even though he knew the others were starting to worry about him. They tried talking to him...to get him to open the door, even Wufei had stood on the other side of the door trying to get him to come out.

It was four am. all of the pilots were still up. Quatre couldn't sit still anymore, he had to feed, and it couldn't be from Wufei. What would happen if they all found out about him? He'd be even more screwed than he already was. He couldn't even consider telling them an option. He had to force down someone elses blood.

Grabbing a dark sweater with a hood, he pulled the hood up to put his face in the shadows and slowly made his way downstairs. He couldn't jump out his window without suspision, so he'd have to go straight through them. He was not looking forward to this, he knew that they wouldn't let him just leave...especially if they saw his face.

"Don't care? 'Fei, it'll hurt." Duo said slowly as Quatre was coming down the stairs.

'What will hurt?'

"Will it help him?"

"...Yes."

"Then just do it."

"Don't hurt me. It's just...Heero thinks this might help him so-"

"Just get on with it Maxwell!" Hearing something crack Quatre slowly turned around the corner. "How the hell will that help?" Wufei nearly yelled, causeing his lip to split open further.

'Oh...no...' Quatre could feel his feet moving. 'Have to get away. I can't feed from him.' By the time Wufei turned to clean his lip and saw Quatre coming, it was too late. Quatre had pulled the Asian down to his level and sealed their lips together.

He couldn't pull back, and he sure as hell couldn't stop. Opening his mouth, Quatre sucked on the other's bottom lip. This tasted even better than the two times before. Directly from the source. He should just sink his teeth into the other and get it over with. He wasn't strong enough to resist Wufei for very long. Though...his brain was starting to clear and he noticed that the Asian wasn't fighting him, wasn't even attempting to get away. Feeling the boys tongue try to gently take place of his lip, Quatre smiled. Wufei wasn't fighting him because he liked it. This brought about a new problem though.

No longer tasting blood, Quatre pulled back quickly and covered his mouth. What had he just done? He couldn't be together with the Asian. Not without making him a doner...and he wasn't going to ask him because that would require the blonde to tell him he was a vampire. Quatre didn't stop to look up, to feel what Wufei was thinking, he didn't think twice before he left the other standing by the backdoor and got out of the house as quickly as he possibly could. He fucked up. Now there was nothing he could do to save the poor Asian, Quatre couldn't resist the blood lust. One more night and he would of bit him.

'This isn't good.' He thought as he went off to get a meal. Even if he had to wait for another month to be able to get the vile liquid down. It was better than turning a friend.

"It's gone."

"Of course it is Duo."

"Then he's-"

"Yes."

"But won't that tur-"

"Didn't puncture the skin, he won't turn."

"Trow...He-chan?"

"..."

"Hm?"

"Why isn't he feeding?"

"He tasted his doner, he just has to figure that out."

"'His' doner?"

"You can't stomach anyone elses blood after you find the person who is ment to be yours."

"Ohhh....hey guys?"

"What is it?"

"How do you feel about pushing the two idiots together?"