Chasing After Him In The Moonlight

Author's Note: Sorry, I've been busy with school and stuff like that. Mid-summer now, and starting writing again. I hope this is somewhat better than my first one. 3R&R.

Summary: Duo is the beloved vampire of every man's dreams. Who could not want such a beautiful creature? Heero is a half-breed wondering what he should make of his life. Plot still developing…

Disclaimer: Don't own it, so pssssh. Wish I did but I don't. No money, no use suing. :D

Chapter 1: The Club Scene

Long chestnut hair ran down the back of the shirtless man who danced his heart out in the middle of the crowd. Men pushed up against him and they would only be lucky enough get a glimpse of the god who twisted his body away from their adoring hands. His hands roughed up his messy hair showing the dark streaks of black underneath. Sweat ran down his masculine back and lingered where his black leather pants was. His soft lips parted and he bared his fangs.

"Isn't he the most beautiful thing you ever saw?" I blinked. With the heavy metal playing in the background, I almost didn't catch what the man said. I turned my head and, to my surprise, there stood the club owner Viktor. He stood tall, a gorgeous man of six foot five. From his shoulder length glossy hair to his long slim legs, he was hard to miss. "It's really too bad that he does not want to take on a mate." He sighed and straightened his black tank. "Heero, I want you to meet someone." I nodded and stood up politely from the stood I had settled myself on an hour before. "This is my daughter, Relena. Heir to this blood bar."

The slim figure of a woman emerged from behind the tall man. I did not know that he had bore a child. I bowed, sweeping my long arms in a graceful manner. "Miss Relena, it is an honor to meet you." I rose again to meet the eyes of a blond woman. It was clear that Viktor had taken a human mistress because the woman's skin was tan and her hair was blond. Her lips curved in a smile. She would almost disgust me, but I am one myself. A half-breed. Viktor had been kind and brought me a bride so she could bore me some children. Lest to his knowledge, I did not want children. "Such a beautiful woman stands before me, sir, I am in debt to you."

Viktor grinned, pleased at my performance. "I leave now and entrust my daughter to you, Heero." I bowed my head in respect and watched him disappear in the the crowded dance floor. Making myself comfortable again on my stool, I ignored woman who stood impatiently waiting for more compliments. "Excuse me, Raphael, another round please." I gave the dark haired bartender a seductive smile. If I played my cards right around here, I could kill a live human... to make my drink, of course. His pale lips pulled into a smile, baring his long fangs as a sign of flirtation. He poured the crimson alcohol into a small shot glass and leaned in whispering, "When we get together and have drinks and maybe more?"

I laughed and shook my head. "Never." It was not as if I were repulsive. I was just one of the rare half-breeds who embraced their vampire life and took on the appearance of a vampire. I had inherited the pale skin, dark hair, piercing eyes, and slim body of my mother so it was not hard for me. "Heero!" My head snapped around to face the angry woman. "Ask me to dance." She said dangerously low. I let out a little sigh and brushed my short hair away from my face.

"I am not your mate, there are plenty of men on the dance floor. I'm too old for you anyway." I scoffed. Perhaps I should not have been rude to her but I was just not interested in wasting my time. She growled and stomped off to the dance floor. Raphael laughed lightly, "You were hard on her, no?" I did not say anything. She also had something to be longed for, a heir to something even if she was a half-breed was something rather than nothing. She would find her way with a lowlife vampire in lust for riches.

Once again, my cobalt eyes traveled to the dance floor. A circle had formed around the beautiful creature. Hands surrounded him and begged him to come a little closer. The last scream of the song lingered in the air and for a second the club was silent. The band stuck up again and the screams continued. The pale god had slipped away and the crowd missed his presence. I sighed and turned back to my drink. Downing it with one swift gulp, I asked for another.

"Haven't you drunk enough already?" A light voice said jokingly. I looked up and two amethyst eyes captured me. Speechless, I bit my lip and shook my head. He was even more beautiful up close. Light hair framed his pale structure, his hair longer than I had imagined. I lowered my head, ashamed to be in the presence of something so magnificent. His hand reached over and he placed a finger on my chin. His touch sent chills down my spine. Raising my head gently, his colorless lips lifted in the corners, indicating he was amused by my actions. "You are a pretty breed, Heero."

My mouth dropped open slightly but I caught myself. "H-how'd you know my name?" I managed to ask without stuttering much. Everyone knew me as the pretty little half-breed. He laughed and grinned, "Me and you, we're the same. I am just another vampire. Nothing special. Name's Duo, by the way." Winking, he downed my drink and vanished into the crowd. Blinking, I stared at the empty seat in front of me. The loss of this Duo left a void. Raphael smiled and whispered, "He like you. He never talk to anyone."

Leaving a couple bills on the counter, I waved goodbye and left the crowded bar scene. The cold winter's air met me head on. Pulling my dark heavy coat onto my shoulders, I made my way to my underground home, thinking to myself 'his lips left a stain on my glass'.