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Between Night and Day	By : kracken Category: Gundam Wing/AC > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Between Night and Day

1x2xRelena

Warning:AU, vampires, were animals, het/gay/angsty, blood,magic,graphic

(multi chapter fic request with specific details)

Heero wasn't certain why he had gone to such a lonely spot. Deep in the forest, darkness only alleviated by his supernatural eyesight and a moon peaking sporadically through the canopy of leaves, there didn't seem to be prey to be taken for miles in either direction. Already limited in his options, his aching blood vessels, starved for blood, reminded him that the long hunt ahead didn't need an unnecessary extension.

The pressure of being a prince, though, in a household bent on making him an heir without parallel, had taken too much of a toll on his psyche, lately. Endless functions, lessons, and duties, surrounded by critical elders, all ready to leap in to correct any errors in his behavior, had fueled a sudden rebellion, a sudden need for solitude and an escape away from anything having to do with the life of the heir to a race of vampires.

A soft breeze rustled his dark, chocolate hair. Heero lifted his face to feel it, eyes closed, and senses enjoying the primal energies all around him. There was a soft, gentleness to nature, a refreshing pulse, the feel of the engine that powered all life. It didn't matter that the hunt and the kill was going on all around him, it had a grace to it, a rightness, that was like clockwork, an endless ticking that was regular and grounding.

Eyes watched the prince from the dark shadows, from between concealing bushes of waxy, strong scented bark berry. They were said to be a charm against vampires when the berries were tinctured down and made into a drink. It was said to make a person's blood taste like hot peppers, not a flavor that blood drinkers favored. Duo, lying low under their concealment, broke off a few berries and ate them, hoping that the lore was correct. There wasn't any mistaking the dead pale hue of the vampire's skin, or the unearthly reflection of deep blue eyes in the darkness, every time they chanced to catch a sliver of moonlight. Duo knew that he was in serious danger.

Duo's eyes had their own unearthly light, a purple iridescent glow, that was powered by something internal, rather reflective of what was around him. He had to be careful, keep them slitted almost closed, and stay as deeply as possible under cover, if he wanted to escape detection. He possessed instincts as powerful and as well honed as any hunting creature of the forest, if he chose to use them, but they tended to cloud his thinking. He found that he very much wanted to think clearly about this young vampire seated, all alone, and taking in the night breeze, so. Duo refused to shift. Instead, naked and vulnerable, he endured the cool breeze, and the rough litter of the forest floor under knees and hands.

For his part, Heero slowly became aware of a watcher that was more than beast in the darkness. His keen senses detected a human pattern of breathing, felt the warmth of blood, as if it were tangible before him. It was a taste on the breeze, tingling on his tongue, an enticing aroma of young maleness in his sensitive nose. That maleness triggered hunting instinct. The scent was uncomplicated with the smell of musky maturity, or the taint of hormones that would have made the sweet blood sour and unpure. The young man out in the woods, watching him, was a virgin.

He must be willing, Heero reminded himself to curb the powerful urge to hunt. It was the law as well as a necessity for survival. Caught in the blood swoon, a vampire couldn't protect himself while he drank blood, and after, when he was full and torpid. A killing blow to the victim could have remedied that danger, but Heero's people weren't savages or killers. They needed blood so infrequently, and possessed an allure that humans found so irresistible, that they seldom resorted to that sort of violence.

Heero stayed relaxed and allowed his vampire allure to manifest itself, to draw in the watcher. He wasn't surprised to open his eyes and see a young man standing before him. He was surprised that the man was as naked as he had been born. Illuminated under a sudden ray of moonlight slanting through the forest canopy, Heero had moments, only to appreciate a slim well toned body, well rounded shoulders, an unusually long length of brown braid, and a handsome face set with a wide mouth and a pair of glowing purple eyes.

Heartbeats. Duo could count a hand full while he stood, stupidly mesmerized by the handsome, blue eyed vampire, and then he was gasping, breaking free of that glamour, and running back into the woods as fast as he could. He changed form when he was certain that darkness and forest had obscured him from sight and flowed into wolf shape. He hit the ground with four feet running, brambles, branches, and ivy catching on his brown and cinnamon fur.

A close call, Duo thought as he backtracked, covered his scent by rolling in night blooming primrose, and used a fast flowing brook to cover his trail, before heading swiftly home. His guardian was going to be very angry with him. Not only was he not allowed night hunting, but he had managed to run into the very thing that his guardian had feared, one of the dangerous night creatures. There was no point in trying to deny the meeting, and every danger of not doing so. Duo had heard that, once a vampire singled a person out in their hunts, then they would never be satisfied until they had taken their victim's blood. They would be drawn to that chosen blood, like a hound on a strong scent. Fast paws would not keep Duo safe.

Heero sighed as he walked in the opposite direction of where the young man had fled. The pain in his veins was growing as if spurred on by an unsuccessful hunt. The scent of virgin, of pureness, wasn't leaving the area as swiftly as the young man was racing away from Heero. There was other prey close at hand, one that might be more willing than his fleeing watcher.

A goat bell came first to Heero's ears, and then the unpleasant smell and taste on his tongue of goat. The young girl was fresh and sweet, in comparison, even the sweat of hunting through the forest, after the errant nanny goat, not diminishing her effect on Heero in the least. She was like a fresh baked confection to his senses, a mouth watering pulse of blood calling to Heero's hunger. When she came into sight, dragging the goat, angrily, by one horn, it hardly mattered that she was plain, had black matted hair, or wore a dress dirtied and repaired dozens of times. It was her blood that called to Heero.

She came to his allure, leaving the goat, eyes wide as they took in the handsome young man, in his expensive silks and leather clothing, who had appeared before her. She came into his embrace, freely, eager for his soft touch of lips on her neck, knowing, at some primal level that he had something to offer her in return.

The bite of a vampire was euphoric, intoxicating. Their scent was like old roses, their skin softer than silk, their teeth painless, but possessing an ability to excite nerves into an almost orgasmic state. Heero didn't drain his victim, he sipped, savored, and took just enough to live, resting on the shoulder of his victim, trusting her willingness to leave himself vulnerable as her arms came around him and held him to her.

After, Heero had enough presence of mind to seek the shadows before going torpid, leaving the girl to slowly become aware again and wander towards home, dazed and amazed, and wondering if she had dreamed it all. The goat followed behind her, bleating, as if confused as to why he wasn't important any longer.

Satisfying, yet, not, Heero thought distantly as he closed his eyes and let the blood integrate and revitalize his own. He thought of the young man again and wondered what it would have been like to nuzzle his soft, brown neck, to sink teeth into flesh, and drink the stronger blood of a man. The victim had never mattered to Heero before, and he wondered at himself, that he should be lamenting lost prey as if he had lost a fine wine and had settled for a bitter country brew, instead.

The man's eyes glowed in Heero's subconscious as he slipped deeper into his torpid state. Humans didn't have glowing eyes, he mused, and promised himself that he would find out who this odd man was. Maybe there would be another chance to bring the man willingly to his embrace? The thought pleased Heero as night dew began settling on his clothes and he passed into sleep.

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