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Between Night and Day	By : kracken Category: Gundam Wing/AC > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Between Night and Day
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- 10-10
- 11-11
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"Dragon?" Heero questioned and his fellow night creatures nodded. "Thieves?" they nodded again even as they began moving away from him, wanting to wake properly, feed, and shake off their torpid states. They needed moonlight and night air, not the catacombs under the earth.

Heero could scent his prey... no, his mate... however that had happened... all over himself. It was intoxicating, like fresh turned earth or the dew that settled on the forest right before sunrise. He tried to imagine the man wrapped about him even as he surveyed the arches of the catacomb and tried to puzzle out how a dragon could fit through them. Incorporeal transformation, perhaps, using something like the misting of form that night creatures could employ. It took great energy though, and was something only used sparingly.

His mate was safe and in a place that Heero knew. It was enough to calm his possessive reflexes, even though it didn't calm the part of him that didn't understand why his mate wasn't there with him for a proper coupling. It didn't consider that such a coupling might mean death for a human creature, especially a man. It was simple instinct and that instinct ruled a vampire's existence. There would be a reclaiming, he was certain, and soon, however he could manage it.

For now, though, Heero had other concerns. He ignored his hunger and went up into the fortress to discover what had been stolen. He could feel anxiety all around him, night creatures aware of a danger, even while compelled to go about their nightly business. He was able to fight that urge, though, possessing the ability to ignore hunger and instinct to manage a kingdom, to rule his people. It was a marker of his family. When he reached the heart of the fear, it was the treasure room, barred gates burst open and guards dead and dust at their posts. His close relations were there, waiting for his arrival, their blood speaking to blood and communicating their need without words. It's gone! Must find it!

Heero ran a hand over a dusty casket, its iron bonds, attaching it to the stone backbone of the mountain, shattered as if they were brittle glass. The velvet interior held the impression of a long object. Heero touched that impression and his hand trembled.

To control a thing, a man must first be able to destroy it. Long ago, someone had tried to do just that. They had created a weapon that could destroy a night creature, utterly, and then had demanded sovereignty over them in exchange for their forbearance. The base root of the fear that other races harbored against the night creatures was directly related to that time. They had been forced to kill, indiscriminately, against their nature, and against the will of those they had preyed on. Blood had flowed wastefully, until their enemy had been defeated and the weapon locked away.

They had been unable to destroy the weapon. They had imagined it kept safely at the heart of their people, reasoning that it was better protected among them rather than left hidden and in danger of discovery. Now it was taken, all of their confidence like so much debris blown on the wind. There would be demands. There would be war and killing. Heero wasn't of the mind to wait for it.

"Find it," he ordered. "Find them."

Shadows fled the room, hunting instincts leading them along a trail that led through mountains.

So swift, Heero thought, puzzled. It wasn't humans, not this time. They left no corpses or blood behind, and they had managed to drive the vampires into their catacombs, attacking when they were most vulnerable. Someone knew their ways intimately. Someone, had been watching for the right moment.

Heero went to a balcony and looked out over the moonlit mountains and the lights of the village far below. He imagined being forced to attack, to slaughter those people wholesale. The imagined bitter taste of it was already on his tongue, even while hunger prodded at him to go down and find his willing prey among them.

A young, brunette woman was out late, having dallied with a blacksmith among the trees near the village. Full of wine and happiness, she walked with tipsy steps for home. Heero was there in moments, a dark mist coalescing out of the white mist rising from the undergrowth all around them. She blinked and then smiled, smelling of sex, need, and acceptance as she easily came into Heero's arms. Denied too long, it was hard to stop drinking before he drained her life away completely. When he sent her on her way, again, her steps were staggering, but the smile was still on her face.

Heero curled up in the ferns under a massive oak tree, as the stupor over took him. Warm, sated, and bereft of worry, for the moment, he was still feeling the need to claim his mate, to drink that blood and couple as instinct demanded.Logic told him that wasn't possible with a male, especially a human male, but that reasoning was a faint echo against the power of a vampire's urges.

A dragon lived for ages, growing fierce, wise, and very large. This one had grown fond of humans and had even taken one to protect. That softness was his undoing. He was powerless, Heero knew, against a human that was determined to do as he pleased, when the option of eating or injuring that human was out of the question. Duo would come to him, again, eventually, Heero decided. His allure, and the humans own desires, would allow him to do nothing less.

A faint feeling of a presence came to Heero. The Ifrit, he guessed, almost powerless in the darkness and unable to make a form that wasn't more than bits of moonlight. Silvery edges outlined part of a face. "I should have sucked your human dry, when I had the chance," came the faint voice. "He's dangerous. A distraction. Your race is threatened. Pursuing a male human, might have been interesting theatre for me, but I cannot allow you to continue to pursue him. Come morning light, I will find a way to take him."

No! Heero thought, but he couldn't rouse himself until hours later. The moon stilled ruled the sky, then, and would do so for hours yet, until dawn. He stood guard in the garden of the dragon and waited to thwart the Ifrit. He wasn't certain what he would do when the sun rose and burned his skin, but for Duo, his mate, he was willing to endure it. Protect, every instinct said, but there was another feeling beside that, one that he wasn't certain any night creature had ever felt. He couldn't name it, not yet, but he knew that it was even stronger than instinct, even stronger than his need to survive.

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