Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Vampires (working title) ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
Ch. 1
Berlin, AC 194
The ball was in full swing. Young men and women waltzed on the dance floor, laughter filled the air. The bright light from the chandeliers reflected off silverware and wine filled glasses. The entire room sparkled like a diamond of first water. The older aristocrats stood to the side, discussing various political matters, dressed in the fashion of the long forgotten days when they ruled the world. Or perhaps those days of glory were not in the past. There was a whisper in the winds, a taste of power represented by the man on every person's lips, Treize Kushrenada.
The young man in question slipped through the crowd quietly, drawing no attention, but catching the gossips and rumors. Handsome, intelligent, elegant, and ambitious, he was the perfect aristocrat. He blended in with the crowd, but there was something different about him. Maybe it was his unusually sharp blue eyes or the aura of power he gave off. He smiled to himself, the winds are blowing in his favor. The Alliance is weakening, soon a greater power will take it's place, namely himself. He was confident he will succeed where others have failed, because he was different. He was a vampire, a creature with power and knowledge hidden behind a façade of beauty. He melted into a shadow, unnoticed. to watch the constantly shifting crowds with interest. He wasn't at the ball to advance his political ideals, in fact, he wasn't expected at all. He was here to hunt. Extraordinarily sharp vision swept the crowd, he was in a mood for a seduction tonight. Women are his guilty pleasure, a desire undiminished by 500 years of life. He had studied over the years what interested them, intrigued them, and made himself the perfect, irresistible gentleman. He had only come out of his deep meditation for 20 years, but he had already earned himself the reputation of a playboy. Women are not merely toys, they were also his life source. Social occasions like the ball tonight are a perfect occasion to lure an unsuspecting, dreaming fool to his bed, where he could drain their blood. He wouldn't kill them of course, it was possible 300 years ago, maybe even 50 years ago, but in the 22nd century, bizarre murders hardly go unnoticed. Treize was cunning enough to only drain a small bit of blood from each victim and make sure they have no memory of it, that is one of the reasons he is the oldest vampire in the world. Besides, he did not like the thought of himself murdering the weak and defenseless. He eyes swept the crowd for a suitable human. His eyes brightened as he settled on a woman, no, more like a girl. She was dressed in a deep red form fitting dress. Her light brown hair flowed over her pale shoulders ending at the elbows. His blood lust rose as he imagined her trembling in ecstasy as he tasted her hot blood…She was standing alone, watching the party with an expression of longing. She would be more than happy to have a handsome companion.
She didn't notice him until he was right in front of her. She jumped slightly, her coffee brown eyes flicking to his face, taking in the strong handsome features, flawless skin, swept back chestnut hair and sapphire blue eyes. Her eyes judged him suspiciously. He bowed deeply. "May I have the honor of this dance?" He had a nice voice, smooth and rich. She relaxed slightly, relieved. It wasn't one of the men his father is constantly pressing upon her. She wanted to get away from this party which she did not fit in to and her endless suitors. This man presented the perfect escape. She had always been a defiant child so it only took her a moment to make a decision. Quickly making sure her father is no where near by, she offered him her hand with a smile.
For a moment, Treize's resolved wavered for a second. She was so beautiful, so strong willed it was almost a pity to take advantage of her. But her hand touched his and he could feel the life pulsing beneath the skin, his hunger once again rising to the surface. He smiled, careful to hide his sharpening canines as he pulled her onto the dance floor. The music swelled as he slipped his arm around her slim waist, pulling her close as they swayed to the music. She hesitated for a moment before resting her head on his shoulder, pushing away her troubles and insecurity. They stepped perfectly to the music, both of them graceful dancers.
"What is your name?" Treize realized it was the first time he had heard her speak. Her voice was sweet, almost musical. It sent a shock through his system and made his blood sing in his veins. He shook his head. "What is your name?"
"Ann." She said and regarded him curiously, with great interest, but did not press him to reveal his identity. Instead, she brought her hand down from his shoulder and slowly ran it down his chest. "A mystery man huh?" She murmured in a low voice, the seduction clear in her voice. Treize chuckled to himself, so she isn't as innocent as he had thought, this might prove to be quite interesting. His hand left her waist and drifted up to gently cup one of her breasts. He heard her gasp in surprise and jerk away from him. He grinned, "Do you like that?" He said with a smirk. He didn't wait for a reply before sweeping her up in a kiss.
Ann was dimly aware he had somehow led to her to the side of the room during the dance, a second later she couldn't have cared less. Her emotions were swept up like leaves in the fall wind as he kissed her, her blood rushing through her veins. She moaned as she tasted the fine wine he had drank earlier, mixed with some sort of sweetness like chocolate. He arms unconsciously encircled his neck, pulling him closer against her as his tongue skillfully swept her mouth.
Treize growled deep in his throat with pleasure as he rubbed his palms down her smooth shoulders. He hadn't expected her to be so fiery and passionate, but it suited him well. His lips left her mouth and slowly trailed kissed along her jawline, his hands continuing to explore the soft skin. Her face was flushed and he could feel the quickening of her heartbeat. His lips curved slightly against her skin.
Ann groaned in disappointment as his hands and lips slid off her body, but he grabbed her hand and led her towards the stairs. They walked through doors and halls until she was completely lost before Treize pushed open a dark wood door. It led to only one room, but a expensively decorated one. The furniture was made from dark, fine wood. The mirror hanging about the dressing table framed in silver, even though the light cast from the candles making it look gold. A huge bed dominated the room, Ann reached down and stroked the silk and satin sheets. Once again, she wondered who her mysterious companion was. She was a rebellious girl, but being with a strange man unnerved her. However, she was assured by his perfect manners and noble bearing. Surely a man like him wouldn't harm her. Treize dispelled her fears as he came up from behind and wrapped his arms around her torso. "Do you like it?" He asked, hot breath brushing past her ear causing her excitement to rise once more. "Yes," she said as she turned to face him "But I like you better." He had already removed his cravat, and boots. Slowly her hands slowly started to unbutton his shirt.
Treize always considered himself a gentleman. He would never force a lady against her will. But for the first time in his life, he wanted to ripe off her clothing and slam into her as he ravaged her throat, tasting her blood upon his lips. A fanatic urge that called for him to dominate her. There was something different about her, a sixth sense in him had recognized that when he had first picked her out. He fought back his primitive urges and watched as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. Her delicate fingers trailed over his chest, studying the shifting muscles underneath with interest. Her feathery touches left paths of fire across his skin.
Her eyes widened in surprise as he suddenly grabbed her wrists, crushing her to him as his mouth trailed down her neck laying kisses along it's path. His free hand rested on one breast, gently squeezing. She moaned and pressed herself closer, wanting the touch of flesh on flesh. As if reading her mind, his hand released her wrists and turned her around so he could unzip the back of her dress. Then he slid the straps of down her arms letting the fabric drop and pool at her feet. .
He was delighted to find that she was wearing nothing underneath. She teasingly rocked back against him and he was forced to bit back a groan. Gently, but firmly, he held her still. He was extremely aroused and fighting to keep control over his actions. Both hands came up to cup and knead her sensitive breasts, his thumbs rubbing over the nipples. He carefully pinched one, igniting a bolt of pain-tinged pleasure. He smiled as he felt them harden to his touch. She gasped and groaned, only managing to keep standing because of the strong arms that encircled her waist. His hands left her breasts to slide across taut stomach muscles. He was surprised by the amount of strength in her body, a characteristic uncommon to aristocratic girls. Hazily, he wondered if there was more to her than he thought, but pushed the notion away to ponder at a later date. His hand slipped further downward to her legs, before running up and between her thighs. She gave a small cry, as his hand found her, gently stroking the hot flesh. She writhed in his grasp as his skillful fingers pleasured her, threatening to overwhelm her senses. Suddenly, she stiffened and then shuddered as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed upon her. Treize caught her easily as she sagged in his arms, lifted her on to his bed. Only his eyes, unusually dark, betrayed his desire as he watched her float down from impossible heights. Swiftly, he cast off the rest of his clothing. Sitting down beside her, he whispered a few ancient words that will cloud her senses and conceal what's to come. He gathered her to him and kissed her, rekindling her lust. He groaned slightly as she reached out and curiously touched his aching arousal. He hissed and pulled her hand away. "If you keep on doing that, I have no idea what I will do to you." He whispered dangerously into her ear. She shivered with delight and attempted to pull him against her. His hands roamed her body before he drove himself into her with a single thrust. She moaned as he filled her, arching upwards towards him to push him deeper. His slightest movement sent tremors through her that grew bigger and bigger like ripples in a pool. Her hands clutching his shoulders and her nails dug into his back. Never had she felt such intense sensations.
Treize's lips brushed across her pulse, desperately suppressing the urge to bit her. He thrusted faster into her, knowing he will be only satisfied with the taste of human blood. He felt her muscles clench around him, her body trembled with ecstasy. She screamed as she reached her peak, completely oblivious to the world around her. Treize lowered his head and bit down on her neck, his sharp teeth cleanly puncturing the thin skin. Blood streamed from the wound. He could hear her heart pounding in his ears. Treize caught the crimson liquid in his mouth, not a drop spilling onto the white sheets. The taste was exhilarating. Her blood was different from the others. It had a tinge of power to it reminded Treize of something long gone. It was wonderfully rich and sensuous like nothing he had ever tasted before. He groaned softly as the hot blood flowed into his mouth and down his throat like fine wine. It coursed through his veins like liquid fire. He was lost to the taste, he could drink forever. Flashes of images appeared in his vision, scenes from her life. They burned briefly in his eyes before disappearing with the flow of blood. He was brought back to reality as his body shuddered in a final release. The blood lust faded from his vision replaced by Ann's face. Her eyes were already closing as exhaustion and the effects of his spell settled in. Treize quickly sealed the wound with a flick of his tongue. The night has taken it's toll even on his immortal body. Tomorrow he will ponder her mysteries, he promised himself as he nestled besides her, tomorrow.