| Author: Merula
This is a fusion of GW with a series of books by Christine Feehan called
the Dark Series.
Bond + Part Eight
Trowa paced his room. The sun
was going to set soon, and yet he couldn't bring himself to sleep yet.
He felt restless, as if there was something he should be doing...
He heard footsteps in the corridor; let his mind brush outwards to see
who it was. Maybe it was the Prince, someone he could talk to, try and
figure out what was wrong with him...
Quatre. In the hallway, returning from the shower, his thoughts on Heero's
meeting with Zechs. Hoping the other Carpathian wouldn't be punished.
Beneath that was a layer of sadness... at not being Heero's lifemate.
Trowa found himself snarling.
He flung open the door and stalked out. Quatre was farther down the hall,
clad only in a towel draped around his hips, his back to Trowa. He whirled
around at the sound of Trowa's door hitting the wall.
His eyes widened as Trowa stalked towards him. "What?" He managed, before
Trowa seized him by the shoulders.
"You shouldn't think about him that way," Trowa snapped as he pinned Quatre
to the wall, his mouth descending to capture Quatre's. "He's not your
For just a moment, Quatre relaxed in his arms, his mouth welcoming Trowa's...
then he stiffened and shoved the Carpathian away. Trowa, caught by surprise,
"Don't touch me like that!" Quatre growled. "I'm not yours!"
"You aren't his either." Trowa dodged the fist Quatre threw and once again
pinned the were against the wall. Quatre struggled to get free as Trowa
kissed him again, hard and demanding.
Quatre returned the kiss, even as he fought to get away, finally managing
to wrench himself free. He glared at Trowa as he backed down the hallway.
Trowa lifted an eyebrow and bent to pick Quatre's towel off the floor.
"Don't you need this?"
Quatre's chin lifted slightly. "Hardly. I don't care who sees me like
this." His lips twitched as Trowa snarled. He reached his door, darted
inside and slammed it behind him.
Trowa considered showing Quatre that a locked door wouldn't stop him.
He rubbed his forehead. What the hell was he doing? Since when had he
ever forced anyone? And a male at that? What was wrong with him? Why did
he care who the blond were pined after?
The surge of jealousy that arose at that thought nearly choked him. He
And he knew why. Impossible as it seemed...
He went back down the hallway to his room and prepared himself for sleep.
The earth he needed was in a special container, hidden under the bed.
Anyone walking into the room in the daytime would never suspect what was
sleeping under the neatly made bed in the empty-seeming room.
He caused the earth to close around himself and closed his eyes, the image
of Quatre's angry face appearing before his inner eye. He had to acknowledge
the bond between them, no matter what had brought it into place. He was
bonded to the were... and Quatre hated him, wanted someone else... What
was he going to do?
Quatre looked out the window at the setting sun. It had been a long day.
This morning after that scene in the hallway he'd managed to get some
sleep. Unfortunately his sleep had been plagued with dreams of that idiot.
He growled softly to himself.
He'd spent the rest of the afternoon with his sister, reading up on the
little bit of information about the clan that Zechs' possessed. Irea had
apparently asked Lucrezia to leave it out for them so that she and Quatre
could familiarize themselves with the situation.
"I don't understand why they took her." Irea was frowning at the documents.
"Supposedly this clan is very honorable. What honor is there in stealing
"Maybe to them there is some sort of honor in it," Quatre replied. "We
won't know for sure until we talk to them."
"Do you think both of us should volunteer to go talk to them?" They had
decided that asking for a meeting would be the best idea.
"No. I think you should stay here. You can keep an eye on me, so to speak,
and keep Zechs and the others informed."
"You can't go by yourself," Zechs entered the study, catching the tail
end of the conversation. He sat at the desk and raised an eyebrow at Quatre.
"You need to go in with some kind of backup."
The study door opened again. Lucrezia entered, followed by Heero, Duo,
Trowa and two other men that Quatre did not recognize.
"What's going on?" Trowa demanded, looking from Quatre to Zechs and back
"Quatre has offered to go in and talk to the clan, see why they kidnapped
Relena, see if they can be reasoned with." Zechs frowned. "I think he
needs to take someone in with him. One of us."
Trowa opened his mouth to reply, but Quatre glared at him.
"I'll go," Duo said before any of the others could react. Quatre blinked
at him and he grinned. "If that's okay with you Quatre?"
Quatre thought for a moment. He didn't know the other two, he didn't want
to take Trowa and Duo wouldn't want him to take Heero.
"That's fine with me."
Heero tugged on Duo's arm and they glared at each other for a moment or
two before Heero let go, frowning.
Trowa was bristling. "It makes more sense to take me. I'm a powerful mind
"So is Irea. She'll be keeping tabs on me. We'll be fine. In fact, we
should go now."
Quatre strode towards the door, past Trowa, and out into the hall. He
saw Duo kiss Heero lightly before he turned to follow him.
Once outside, Duo gave Quatre a grin. "Hope this is really okay. Just
couldn't resist teasing Trowa after all that fuss he kicked up about Heero
Quatre found himself grinning back. "Fine with me. Shall we get going?
The clan supposedly has contacts at one of the restaurants in town. Maybe
we could find someone to talk to us there?"
Duo nodded. "Sounds like a plan."
Duo followed Quatre into the tiny restaurant, keeping an eye on the patrons
as Quatre went to the counter and began a soft-voiced conversation with
the woman behind it.
Relax love, he sent to Heero, feeling his lifemate's worry rise
as the door to the restaurant closed behind him. We're fine.
At the moment. Why didn't you let me go?
Because I thought Trowa might tear your throat out if you volunteered.
He looks tempted to do that anyway. I've never seen him this jumpy...
Heero sounded faintly amused. If I wasn't worried too, I'd be tempted
to push a button or two...
And how would you do that, evil one?
Suggest that we might be tempted by a threesome. After all male lifebonded
pairs were thought to be impossible, so who can say that a bond of three
then couldn't now be a possibility as well?
You are evil. You know I'd never share you.
I'd never share you either, Heero sent, the words tinged with possessiveness.
Not ever. But Trowa doesn't know that...
Quatre turned away from the counter, met Duo's eyes. "They are willing
to talk to us. We need to find a seat."
Duo nodded and followed Quatre over to a corner booth. Too far from the
door for his comfort, but the wall against his back was comforting.
Duo scanned the restaurant, noting the movements of the rest of the diners,
the way that eyes looked towards their booth and away, the tenseness of
muscles hidden under clothes.
He met Quatre's eyes. Quatre nodded. The whole restaurant was full of
What? Heero demanded.
They aren't being threatening- just letting us know what they are.
Honestly, Duo soothed, I think they are more afraid of us for some
They were only in the booth for a few moments when a red-haired man joined
"Gentlemen," he said and held out his hand. Quatre shook it and Duo nodded.
"I am Trieze, this is my clanhold."
"Thank you for welcoming us. I'm sure you know why we are here. One of
our ladies is missing. You sent us a message claiming that she was safe
and unharmed, but you made no demands. We were sent to find out what you
want in exchange for her safe return."
Trieze sighed. "I'm afraid we can not return her."
"What have to done to her?" Duo leaned forward angrily, but Trieze waved
a placating hand.
"She's well, I swear it to you."
"Why won't you return her? What do you want?"
"I want peace between my people and yours." Trieze answered immediately.
"I had no part of the Lady Relena's kidnapping. She was..." He sighed.
"Look, our clan has long had a protector... one of your people. He has
saved members of our clan over and over again, helped us in so many ways...
we can never repay him. He was the one who took Relena. He asked us to
send to her brother word that she was fine, and indeed, I insisted on
seeing her to make sure that he wasn't lying. She looked well."
"Did she ask to go home?" Quatre frowned.
"I didn't have the opportunity to ask her that. I only got a small glimpse."
Trieze shrugged. "Our protector wouldn't let me stay, wouldn't even let
me get close enough to speak to her."
This is worrisome, Heero said to Duo. Ask if their protector's
behavior has changed any...
"Forgive me," Duo said. "But, has your protector seemed altered? Different
than usual? You must know what sometimes happens to our males if they
are left alone too long..."
"The darkness of the vampire," Trieze nodded. "I worried about that too.
As far as I know he has taken no lives yet in his feeding. But his behavior
is strange, and it does concern me."
"This worries me," Quatre said. "On one hand he could have fallen into
the darkness, or be close enough to be worried enough to try and force
"On the other, he could be bonded to her," Duo nodded. "That would also
explain the strange behavior."
"We have to see him." Quatre met Trieze's eyes. "Please. Or at least show
us where he is. Our lady's brother is very concerned."
Trieze looked worried. He was silent for a long moment. Then he nodded.
"Very well. But if he does something..."
"You won't help us. I understand." Quatre smiled slightly. "And I promise,
no one will blame you if something does. You are in a difficult situation."
I'll blame him if something does. Heero muttered.
Down boy! Duo replied, amused. Quatre and I will be fine, don't
Trieze got to his feet. "Follow me, please?"
Quatre was worried. A rogue vampire- even a Carpathian at the end of his
endurance was going to be a difficult thing to face. Hopefully Relena
"You're doing good, little brother," his sister said in his mind.
"You dealt with Trieze perfectly."
"I just hope I can deal with this protector as well."
"I have faith in you." His sister sounded amused. "And when you
come home I think you'll find a very remorseful lifemate. He's been pacing
and snapping and growling. He's very worried. It's sweet."
"It's not sweet. He's probably having indigestion or something."
"Really Quatre," his sister scolded, "you don't have a romantic
bone in your body."
Quatre didn't reply. Trieze had led them down a winding staircase and
into a brick-walled basement. His nerves were beginning to shrill at him.
"Down that hallway," Trieze pointed. "I'll wait for you here."
Duo went first before Quatre could stop him. Quatre shrugged. Duo would
have more luck dealing with a vampire than he would.
The hallway ended in a wooden door. Duo raised his hand to knock, but
Quatre reached past him and turned the handle.
The door opened onto a room hung with tapestries and paintings, with antique
overstuffed chairs and sofas everywhere. Relena was sitting on one of
these, a book in her hands.
She looked up at them, blinking for a moment and then she smiled. "Duo!
Finally! Did my brother send you?"
"Yes my lady," Duo took a few steps into the room. Quatre lingered in
the doorway, the hairs on the back of his neck rising. Something was wrong
Relena got up and strode towards Duo, hands out in welcome. "I'm so glad
to see you!"
Duo reached out his hands to her, but before he could reach her, a whirling
blur moved in front of her. Quatre blinked.
Standing in front of Relena was a dark-haired man, dressed in a long white
tunic and black pants.
"How dare you!" He snarled at Duo and backhanded the long-haired Carpathian
into the wall.
Then he turned his glowing dark gaze onto Quatre.
Heero was not happy. Duo and Quatre were following Trieze down into a
basement, and all he could think about was how much like a trap it was.
He didn't like the red-haired were leader; he didn't like the fact that
Duo seemed to have no worries about going into such a place.
His lifemate teased him about being overprotective, but if the lovely
idiot was going to be this careless with his safety, then Heero had every
right to worry.
Irea was keeping the Prince and Lucrezia updated on things as she talked
with her brother. She was a very powerful mind speaker, and Heero wondered
if there was a lifemate for her among the Carpathians. Several psychic
female humans had been able to integrate into their line and Irea was
Heero turned his attention to Trowa, pacing beside the window. He'd be
less worried if he'd just given into the bond when he'd first felt it
and not been such an idiot. Now he'd nearly alienated his lifemate.
He felt Duo's relief at seeing Relena alive and unharmed, and was relieved
himself. The three of them could now leave that place and come home.
Then surprise- pain- and the connection was abruptly cut off. Heero launched
himself to his feet, even as Irea's voice grew panicked.
"He knocked Duo out... he's heading for Quatre... NO!" She nearly screamed.
She closed her eyes tightly, then opened them and looked up at the Prince.
"I can't reach my brother... he's not responding."
"Duo's not either," Heero growled and turned towards the windows, intent
on reaching his lifemate's side.
"Wait!" the Prince snapped, grabbing his arm. "Wait for the rest of us,
we'll go with you."
Heero didn't want to wait, was about to protest, when one of the windows
shattered and a dark shape flew out of it.
Trowa apparently had not wanted to wait.
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