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Dead in the Water	By : makochan0217 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Crossovers Views: 1006 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing that is recognizable in either the Gundam Wing/AC universe or the Sookie Stackhouse novels. This is for entertainment purposes only.

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Title: Dead in the Water

Author: Makoto Sagara

Series: Gundam Wing/Southern Vampire Mysteries (Sookie Stackhouse Novels)

Archive: the usual suspects; anywhere else, please ask first

Category: Supernatural, Angst, Romance, Slash, Action, Adventure

Pairings/Characters: Eric/Sookie, Duo/Wufei, Quatre + Heero, Trowa/Zechs, Relena + Heero, Dorothy/Quatre, Treize/Pam, Pam/Dorothy, others…

Rating: R (Later chapters may be more)

Warnings: slash, femme slash, het, blood, gore, non-con (rape), magic, vampires, shape shifters, violence, angst, language, OOC, AU/Fusion, crossover, sexual situations

Disclaimers: I make no money, so suing is pointless. If you think I own GW or the SVM universe, then you need to see someone. I have the number to a nice doctor... Oh, SALLY!

Author’s Notes: Now that I’ve let some background information be soaked into your brains, I’m going to attempt to move the plot along. Yay, right? And for those who are curious, I see this club as a mixture of Fangtasia and Club Dead (Josephine’s) in Jackson that Alcide takes Sookie too in Book Three. So, kinda like an exclusive Supe bar that lets in regular humans in small doses. No repelling magic. Thanks to Yuki for Dermail’s first name!

Chapter Three, or What Are You?

I stared at the blonde vampire in front of me and blinked slowly. What was I? Um, I was pretty sure that that was a big obvious one, but it wasn’t like I could actually read what the vampire thought to clarify her question. I did try to figure out how she was feeling, and I got a backlash of excitement, hunger, lust, and confusion. That combination didn’t really sit very well with me, and I took a cautious step back.

I was praying that the vampire would remember that public feeding was against the law, but an iron-clad grip on my wrist kept me from going any farther. I looked down into the petite vampire’s cold blue eyes and stifled the urge to whimper. She was squeezing my arm as if she was seconds from ripping it out of the socket and her fangs had slipped down while her eyes glazed over. “What are you, little creature?” she purred.

“A telepath,” I whispered, half-fearing that this crazy undead person was going to maim me.

She leaned in close with a lazy smile and inhaled deeply. “No, you are more than that,” she replied, practically nuzzling her head in the crook of my neck.

“Hey, Q, who’s your friend?” Duo’s familiar voice called. Relief washed through me as he and Wufei walked up to where I was being held captive by this insane vampire. “I didn’t think you played for that team.”

The vampire’s blonde head snapped up and she hissed at my friends. “Witches,” she snarled. “You stink of magic.”

I watched as my Chinese friend frowned and sniffed loudly at the female holding me in a bruising grasp. “You don’t smell so wonderful yourself,” Wufei said dryly. “You might want to watch how you hold Quatre. He breaks more easily than you do.”

“These filthy witches belong to you, little telepath?” Her hold on my wrist loosened, but I could tell that she could tighten it before I managed to break away from her, so I nodded slowly. “Well, I suppose that makes them a little interesting.”

“Dorothy,” a rich, smooth voice called. I looked up to see a tall, handsome vampire approaching us. He had perfectly coiffed ginger hair and the most piercing blue eyes I’d ever see. “What do you have here? Normally you are so standoffish with the tourists and bar patrons.” His eyes widened as he took a deep breath. “Witches and…” He leaned in close to me as if to become more familiar with my scent. “And this one is part fae. How interesting.”

Dorothy—or so her friend called her—sneered at the new being in front of her. “Treize, this one is mine. Take one of his witches. I don’t care what happens to them.”

The red-haired vampire’s gaze grew cold as he stared at the one still wrapped around me possessively. “You have no rights to claim a mortal here,” he deadpanned. “You will all follow me to the Duke.”

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~~~~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

I learned then and there that you don’t refuse a vampire’s commands. As Duo opened his mouth to protest, Wufei shook his head and signaled for the taller man to show us the way to this Duke he’d mentioned. I didn’t want to go, but if Wufei was listening so closely to how the vampires spoke to one another, I would follow his example. Besides, it’s kind of hard to ignore “Don’t say anything, Quatre. Just go along with this for now. Duo and I will try to get us all out of here safely,” being screamed at me specifically followed by a long string of cursing in what I could only assume was some form of Chinese.

I couldn’t identify it and I swore to myself that if we got out of here alive, I was going to learn both Mandarin and Cantonese and then demand that my father do the same as well. I was a little surprised that he hadn’t insisted that we both learn it because of how much business he did with the Chinese, but after this, oh, yes, we were going to learn both dialects. I could probably state that it was for the future of business. He didn’t need to know that I wanted to know exactly what my Chinese friend was saying when he cursed privately.

Our group was led to a pair of doors at the very back of the club that were guarded by a very still vampire and a bored looking man who had the same brain pattern as the bouncer. God, it felt like a lifetime ago that I’d exchanged words with the Were—I had plucked that little bit of information from the bouncer’s tangled mind as we passed him, along with the image of a larger than normal wolf with fur the same reddish-brown shade as his hair. I ignored the vampire, since he didn’t seem to snap to attention as our group approached. However, something told me that all it took was for him to lash out with one of his pale arms and I’d be a dead pile of blood and gore on the floor. It was the shape-shifter that had my attention.

He was tall and lean. His dark brown hair was tousled sexily, as if he’d just gotten out of bed or just engaged in marathon sex. I had to seriously stop myself from trying to reach out and feel just how soft his hair was. His hair might have been intriguing, but it was his cobalt-blue eyes that made the breath catch in my throat. His face was just as impassive as the vampire’s at his side, but those eyes could have set the whole of New York City on fire, and I would have been happy to dance in the flames. He was abso-freaking-lutely gorgeous, to quote Duo.

“Step aside, filth,” Dorothy snarled at the sexy shifter, who only shot her a look that had my insides melting. Sadly, it seemed she’d picked up on my lust, because she then turned those cold, ice-blue eyes on me. “You like the way the Were looks? He is scum, lower than even your little witches. You are mine.” She leaned in so close to my face and I realized that she was attempting to use her glamour on me.

I didn’t feel any different, nor was I compelled to follow her orders by anything other than fear for my life. I blinked at her and tried to take my arm out of her grasp. “I don’t belong to anyone,” I said, feeling confident for the first time since she’d turned back to stare at me. “Besides, I don’t even like women.”

The shifter chuckled while Duo and Wufei actually had the balls to laugh. Evidently, that wasn’t the smartest thing to do because in the next moment, four other vampires were surrounding our group, all cold-looking and expressionless. “Dorothy, it looks like your new toy won’t work for you,” the shifter said, acting as if it was just the three of us there, instead of a rather suspicious looking crowd.

“Shut it, Heero, or shall I find Relena for you?” the blonde snapped. “I’m sure she’d be very happy to find out that you were asking after her.”

“Your pathetic little fox isn’t here tonight, Dorothy. I can only assume that’s why you decided to manhandle this poor human male.”

The forgotten, tall redheaded vampire that Dorothy had called Treize snarled at the two sniping at each other. “Heero, move out of the way, or you could find yourself suddenly seeking employment elsewhere,” he snapped and the shape shifter nodded before stepping back. “Dorothy, shut up and stop baiting the help, or Grandfather will have something to say about it.”

“Fine,” the blonde said, going back to trying to wrap her body around my arm. Who would have thought that vampires were so touchy-feely? Although, I did take a look around at the others surrounding us, and realized that it might not be so wide spread, if their expressions of disgust were anything to go by.

The doors we’d been standing in front of finally opened, and I heard Duo whistle in appreciation. These vamps make such shitty hosts, but they certainly know how to live. And what about that shape shifter guard, huh?

Seriously, sometimes, I hated my best friend.

“Grandfather,” Treize said to the vampire sitting behind the opulent desk that took up about half of the room. It must have been made out of redwood because I’ve never seen any stained piece of furniture that same color, which made the thing old. Like two hundred-years-old old. It made me wonder just how young my two new “friends” were, if they were calling this vampire grandfather.

And he looked old enough. Where Dorothy looked like she was just barely over the age of eighteen and Treize appeared to be in his mid-twenties, this man was in his late fifties when he died. And they all had those damn forked eyebrows. Only Treize made them look interesting instead of some sort of freakish genetic throwback. The Duke appeared to have been a bit of an indulger in his former life. Hello, overweight vampire! How nice to see you! All I could think of as I stared at him was that I really hoped that there weren’t many more like him. Otherwise, everyone’s preconceived notions about the undead were totally off the wall and wrong.

So, aside from the unearthly pale skin, he could have been anyone’s grandfather, complete with sunspots and wrinkles. And I kept that thought with me until he smiled and his fangs were displayed for all to admire. There was a whimpering sound and I could feel a familiar and warm hand in my own. I looked down to see Duo’s welcome tanned hand grasped in mine. I supposed then that the whimper came from me.

“Tell me, Dorothy,” the old man said, and I noticed that his blue eyes were a shade somewhere between that of Treize and Dorothy. “Who is your adorable little friend with you?”

“Grandfather, this human approached Dorothy at her table,” Treize said calmly. “She appeared ready to ignore him until she walked passed him. Then, she seemed to not want to let him go. She has yet to do so.” He pointed to Duo and Wufei. “These two witches are with him.”

“So I see,” was the reply. “Dorothy, release the human.” When the blonde at my side opened her mouth, the older vampire’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Release him now. We will speak of this later.”

“Yes, Grandfather,” Dorothy said sullenly as she literally skulked back to a corner. I didn’t think anyone did that in real life.

“Please, sit down,” he said to me and my two friends. “I ask that you forgive my granddaughter. It isn’t every day that a human can get her attention long enough since the Japanese allowed us to live amongst you so easily.”

“She came on a little strong for my friend here,” Duo said, squeezing the hand he still held. “We just came to check out the scene.”

“Again, I ask you to forgive her. My name is Duke Octavius Dermail. Treize and Dorothy are my grandchildren from before I fell victim to this horrible virus. Sadly, they were victims themselves.”

Bullshit, Duo thought. You’re all undead bloodsuckers and no amount of spin you try to put on the situation is going to make it better. Might as well tell us what you’re going to do to us, you fat fuck. I shook his hand as I smothered the urge to laugh hysterically. I was definitely with Wufei about getting out of this situation alive and whole. Something that was in jeopardy if we let Duo actually say something like that.

“What my friend really means is that we’re flattered that someone so obviously important as your granddaughter would take an interest in us,” Wufei said calmly. I envied his calm demeanor, but I could feel how terrified he was on the inside. “However, since we were out for my birthday, this kind of treatment was unexpected.”

“Congratulations and felicitations then,” Dermail responded. “I still have yet to learn your names.”

“I am Chang Wufei. This is my lover, Duo Maxwell.” Finally, all eyes in the room fell on me and I wished that I was anywhere—even back in Boston explaining to my father that I was a queer—than here. “And he is our good friend, Quatre Winner.”

“Winner, you say?” Dermail’s cold and calculating blue eyes pinned me to my chair and I had to stifle another whimper. “Are you, by chance, related to the Winners of Boston?” I nodded lamely. “I have dealt with your family then. Are you related to Marianne?”

“She was my mother,” I answered softly, amazed that I sounded so calm when I wanted to run out of this room as quickly as I could.

“Yes, you look just like her,” Dermail said. “You smell like her as well. Tell me, do your sisters look like her?”

I froze to my chair. This monster knew of my sisters, and I could feel his greed wafting from him like cheap cologne. I knew that I had to do something so he would stay as far away from my family as was possible. “No, they look more like our father and aunts.”

“That’s a shame. Well, Mr. Winner, I’d like for you to return here next weekend.” It wasn’t a request. I knew that and so did Duo and Wufei. “In fact, I would like to send you away with a friend of mine to make sure that you stay safe.” His greed was actually making me nauseous, but I gave him a nervous smile and nodded. “Treize, call Heero in, would you?”

Oh, great, just what I needed. The walking wet dream was going to be assigned to make sure that no one touched me or that I didn’t run back home to hide. Really, I was coming to dislike my life for whole new reasons.

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