Warnings (may not apply to all chapters) - Yaoi, Violence, Language, Lemon, Angst
Rated - NC-17. Mature audiences ONLY. You have been warned.
Disclaimer - Of course I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters, wish I did.
All original characters, however, are MINE and mine alone, and may not be used.
Pairings - primarily 6x2
This story is the sequel to "Sane and Logical". You may wish to read that first.
Dear Diary,
Hello. My name is Duo Maxwell, and I'm a vampire.
It's a bit of a long story, and people always get the wrong impression when they find out. Of course, I haven't told anyone really, and the only ones that found out were the Ozzies I cornered for dinner dates... I suppose I just don't know how my friends will take it. I mean, I don't know how I would have taken it myself if I was hanging out and one night Q came home and was like "Hey, guess what, I'm a vampire now and I eat human blood, rawr!" Of course, he'd probably be a bit more subtle than that.
I know it's something I can't hide from them forever unless I hide from them forever, and I really don't want to do that. They're my friends...especially Quatre... and I love Zechs too much to want to steal away into the night. But they're already really suspicious. I know I've changed.
I'm no taller, but I'm more slender in a ... sleek ... sort of way. Like somehow my bone structure grew finer, longer-planed, and more elegant. My skin's gone really pale, almost translucent. You should see me in the moonlight, I practically fucking glow. For that matter, so do my eyes. They've gotten a lot...I dunno, brighter. More luminous. My hair shines like it never shone before and is just PERFECT. I'm in the best health of my life now that I'm dead. And damn, do I turn heads.
Being a vampire also has all sorts of cool side benefits. Ok, some of them are just weird. My senses are insane now. I can literally track people by scent. I can see in the dark...or just plain see in clarity like you wouldn't believe. I can hear the tiniest of noises. And damn, I got strong. Not like...pick-up-mobile-suit strong, but at least out-bench the strongmen you see on TV in those competitions without too much effort strong.
And I'm fast. Damn, I'm fast. Nothing like Rook...he moves so fast you actually can't follow him. He BLURS...but I'm faster than any human could ever hope to be.
Feels kinda funny to say I'm not human anymore. But I guess it's true, even if I'm not used to it. Oh, yeah, I mentioned weird side effects too. I don't sweat, am not really adversely affected by temperature...I don't have to breathe. I don't really have bodily functions. I guess I just consume blood and burn it for energy, then gulp some more.
I don't have a reflection either. That was really weird and I wasn't sure if I liked it...right up until I realized it meant I also didn't show up on camera anymore either. Sneaking past surveillance is easier than it has any right to be now. Not to mention the fact that the Ozzies seem to favor shooting people and bullets sting but don't actually cause me any lasting damage now.
Sure, bullets hurt, and I'll bleed a bit. But give me a minute and I'll be healed up good as new - although I learned the hard way it's better to get the slugs out BEFORE I heal up rather than have to dig them out later.
Sunlight weakens me down to pretty much normal human standards, but it doesn't actually hurt me. It's uncomfortable...kinda like a whole-body squirmy itch that you just can't scratch, and it always seems too bright to function properly in. Sunglasses are SO my friend.
Rook also told me that I can't cross running water. Luckily for me, there aren't a whole lot of rivers I have to deal with. I can walk over a bridge, but can't wade across so much as a shallow creek. But there are no rivers in space and idle walks through river-laden countryside really isn't in my job description.
I was also told holy water burns like I wouldn't believe and that THAT sort of wound wouldn't heal on its own. Basically I'd have to carve off the affected area so it could grow back fresh. Ew. That sounds....horribly painful. Lucky me, people in this day and age don't really make a habit of carrying around holy water.
Apparently, holy symbols have no effect, nor does garlic. Sanctified ground and heavily blessed things are problematic. Oh. Wood. Wood is a problem.
Wood and fire are the two biggest dangers I have to watch out for. Wood burns just to the touch, and a good stake through the heart would do me in. God bless plastic. I am also highly combustible, so I'm told. Fire plus me equals instant Duo-ash. Which...really doesn't sound like a fun way to go.
Also, far as I know, I can't ever have kids. Something about the dead being unable to bear life or some shit. I don't know. Doesn't really matter to me, I'm content with my man and that doesn't involve kids anyways.
Speaking of, my sex drive has gone through the roof. I guess it's noticeable, Zechsy has commented on it a time or two. He doesn't mind, though.
Damn, Zechs...I guess it never really hit me, but he's actually a full-fledged prince. It really struck home when he asked me to come stay at his place instead of Quatre's estate. I agreed. He's got his own bloody island with this gorgeous estate and palm trees and the works. It's not far from the shore, just a long bridge...but it's still an island.
I guess I just never thought about Zechs being filthy rich, but he is. And he obviously intends to spoil me. I tried to talk him out of it and lost every single time. I guess it makes him feel good to buy me things. I really am not overly comfortable with all the ritz, but...eh. If it makes him happy.
I still see the other pilots all the time, and still do my missions. The only major difference to my lifestyle is my shift towards trying to be a more nocturnal critter. Oh, and the fact that every couple days I have to make an excuse to slip off to the mainland so I can chase down some eats. Er...then there's also the fact that I don't eat normal food. Or drink. But it doesn't hurt me so I can at least keep up the pretense.
I know I'll have to tell them eventually, but for now I think I'll keep my secret to myself.
Love, DM
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