Author: Merula
Pairings: 1x2
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Yaoi, Vampire, death (not main character)...
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.
For reiza_gw, who asked for more of this fic.
Fangs & Fur Drabble 1
I hated the dark.
At one time I had enjoyed it, looked forward to evening, loved the way the moonlight softened the Western plains.
Until I had a run-in with a vampire over some cows and a slimy cattle baron. The cattle baron was as dead as a person could get, and the vampire had decided that he'd liked the taste of me.
I hadn't been pleased with the idea of serving as his walking snack, so I had run as far and as fast as I could.
Stupid. No one can outrun a vampire, especially when they already have the taste of you on their tongue.
Night after night I woke up in a cold sweat from dreams of those fangs sinking into my neck, draining me to a husk... but they were better than the other dreams- the ones I had of his lips and hands caressing me in the dark... Those ones I woke up from longing to find him, ready to do anything if he'd only use me as he had before...
It was enough to drive a man to drink... but I didn't dare. Any lessening of my willpower was a Bad Thing. All I could do was run, and so I did, cursing the man that fathered me with every breath...
It was his blood that had made me such a tempting morsel for that bloodsucker. Mama had been human- but the old man had been something else... Something I never liked remembering... something I had forgotten when I let the vampire taste me in return for sparing my life...
It was my own fault. My old man had vanished after I was born, but his brother visited occasionally, made sure Mama and I were doing okay. He was the one who warned me about letting other critters get a taste of me- any kind of taste. I'd blown it off at the time. I hadn't thought I inherited anything of the old man...
I was wrong- as I learned later. Very wrong.
By the time I met up with the vamp, I knew that I'd inherited some things- but I'd forgotten about the taste thing...
Even if I had- I might have let him drink from me anyway- it was a tight spot and at the time I didn't want to die.
Now I'm wondering if it would be better than running all the time, afraid to sleep, too exhausted to do my job... my money is running out and tonight all I can afford is the seediest of hotels. The mattress is lumpy, the walls are thin, and I killed two rats just on my way to bed.
I didn't have the money for a light, so I'm lying here in the dark, trying to keep my eyes open... and I'm so tired...
It can't hurt to sleep for a little bit? Can it....?
"Tired of running yet?" The voice is right beside my ear. I struggle to open my eyes, to banish this dream- and I can't. Something is pressing down on my lids, holding them closed. I try to reach up and pull off what ever is holding them down, but my arms don't move... my body won't obey me...
"No... Leave me alone..." At least my voice works.
A soft touch on my throat. I shiver... wanting more....
No!
"You can't be happy living like this. You're a mess."
"I'd be fine if you'd leave me alone!"
"I can't..." He sounds almost regretful. "You're in my blood now. I told you it was futile."
"Please..." I'm not above begging.
"I would if I could." Another soft touch. "Do you know nothing of your people? Once tasted- you're bound... don't you know that?"
"He never said... I'm only half! I don't want this!"
"That's not true."
Damn it. He was right. I wanted to move, to curve my body against his, to seek the relief of his touch...
No. No... I needed to run. To get away from him... I didn't want to be his food source!
A soft sigh. "Stubborn. It won't be as bad as you think- I'm not going to treat you like a cow you know." His lips touched my cheek, slid down my neck and I shivered.
"No... don't..." Came out of my lips, even as I arched into his touch.
"I see we might have to negotiate." Another sigh. "Will you let me at least... spend a few hours with you occasionally? It will lessen your needs- and mine..."
"How many?" I asked cautiously.
"One night in five?"
Oh no. "One night in ten."
"Six?"
"Seven."
"All right. Seven. Starting tonight."
"Yes." The pressure on my eyes and limbs vanished. I opened my eyes to find him leaning over me, smirking.
"I see you will be quite a challenge to win over Duo Maxwell..."
OWARI
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