"Virgin State of Mind"

Part One

by Jenn Blackett

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, it is owned by some very powerful companies, which are as follows: Sunrise, Sotsu Agency, Bandai Entertainment, and others. I am not making any money off this endeavor, please do not sue my shameless love of description.

Warnings: Alternative Universe, Yaoi, Yuri, Non-yaoi, Hentai, Lemon, SEX, BLOOD, Vampirism, Angst, Darkness, The darker emotions, Language, Alternative Pairings, "Cannon" Pairings, WACKY Pairings.

Pairings (Planned and Within Now): 2xR, 1x2, 2xH, RxH, and more to come.

"There's a chair where I used to sit/Wrote the following on it/Now there's a key where my wonderful mouth used to be/Dig it up and throw it at me/Dig it up and throw it at me

"Where can I run to?/Where can I hide?/Who will I turn to?/Now that I'm in a virgin state of mind

"Got a knife to disengage the void that I can't bear/To cut out words I've got written on my chair/Like, Do you think I'm sexy?/Do you think I really care?

"Can I burn the mazes I grow?/Can I?/I don't think so....(repeat)

"Where can I run to?/Where can I hide?/Who will I turn to?/Now I'm in a virgin state of mind/A virgin state of mind/A virgin state of mind."

~~K's Choice, "Virgin State of Mind", from Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Album.

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She was running. There was a flash of light up ahead that she could barely see, it seemed to be hidden at times by something crimson, something she was afraid to strive for, yet knew she had to. It was life she wanted, and it was drawing closer, while at her heels was death.

All she knew was that she didn't want to die. She couldn't. She was too young, too proud, she had too much to live for still. All the old lies raced through her brain in a litany, all just coming down to the simple fact that she needed to survive, her survival spurred on by one simple instinct declaring the need, no matter how she may feel.

It was getting closer and she was getting panicked. She knew that if she didn't reach the crimson-colored light, she'd fade away, she'd not be able to see or feel or think or know or any number of things she takes for granted every day of her life. There were whispers about her, indistinct, but they all seemed to be mocking her, torturing her fear to a fever's pitch. But she was a sharp girl, she knew she could make it, she's survived so much, beatings, poverty, the looseness of her skirts for night on night to feed herself and her obsession.

She cried out suddenly, feeling the cold, icy fingers just within reach of her long, flowing black hair, reaching now for the shoulder of her dress, and she felt despair start to surface. Her lips opened to scream before suddenly she fell into someone's arms sharply and there was no one behind her, no coldness, no fear of death or pain, but she was shaking. The arms held her gently, hands softly rubbing up and down the curve of her back with a lover's intimacy, yet she didn't dislike it... didn't want to push this forward individual away...

The gentle fingers moved down to touch her flushed cheeks, feeling their heat, and the trembling of her pouty lips, before softly leaning to tip her chin up softly. Her eyes searched in the darkness that surrounded this individual, but all she could see distinctly was a mouth and the curve of a smirk it took as the hidden eyes gazed upon her, raped her softly and willingly. She didn't feel fear, only an anticipation that bordered on intense, a need that fired slowly through her veins until she felt too hot, too wanting, too wet between her legs.... That knowing smile seemed to know exactly what it wrought upon her lithe frame, seemed to enjoy the danger it threatened her with, yet she could sense an inner sadness there too.... a distance that had to be enforced.

Feather light, his lips softly brushed against her own, the soft brush of a lock of hair, long, golden-lit bangs brushing across her cheeks sensuously, made her shiver. Her cerulean eyes wide as they took in the dark glint of the cobalt sheen that looked out at her a moment before he withdrew. She whimpered in protest, wanting him more then ever for that simple touch but a finger to her lips silenced her and all was black....

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The night drew in around her as her footsteps quietly echoed on the sidewalk. A long black coat trailed softly in and out of the streetlights, melting into darkness before appearing like a shock wave in the light again. Her lips were rouged in a color that was unearthly, red and glistening like dew was upon them, a tongue snaking out from between her lips to lick away the sanguine solution, and she smirked. Light, almost ice blue eyes glittered from under the sharply shorn bangs and hair like silk, yet the color of grain dripped down her shoulders, caressing the swells of her firm breasts against the ruby red corset top.

One long-fingered hand reached out to trail blood-red painted nails across the side of a building, scratching sharply, the noise to accompany her clompty-clomp of the boots. She mused a moment to herself, a soft humming escaping her lips as her eyes sought through the tangle of the human throng pushing past her like she was nothing to worry about. Her gaze swept all the city had to offer, the neon lights brightly advertising sex, rock n' roll, and the poison of your choice: alcohol. She wondered why she was here again, but knew the answer. *He* told her he'd found someone. *He* who did not usually enjoy her company except every passing century in which they would satisfy fiery passion in a tangle of limbs and fierce kisses before leaving one another again for the next century.

A sharply amused smile lit her lips as she noted the place where he had told her about, in fact, she could sense his presence inside. The poorly named Midnight Club it was called, a sadist's and nympho's haven. Dark and hot alternative music, gothic in style, raged from the speakers that pressed in on the crowd dancing below in the pit before the performer's stage. Song lyrics about sex and fire, wetness between women's legs and the aching arousal of a man's cock, belted out from the singer's microphone, damning everyone who hears it. Her eyes followed through the crowd, knowing she did not have to search long before she felt him at her side.

"I was wondering when you were going to come...." His words softly chided her, amusement twisting his sensuous lips.

"I had to eat, no da." She once more licked her lips, as if savoring the flavor of the blood still remaining there. "I couldn't just come because you called me.... Not even you could make me come without feeding first..."

He easily caught the double meaning to her words and slid a dark look over to her. "I could make you cum," he corrected the spelling with a soft and husky note to his tone, "before you fed and I have for many years now.... Do I need to make you abstain to prove it..."

A shiver of excitement overtook her as it usually did when he would threaten her, make her want to kneel to his power and take all of what he would deal out to her. Instead of letting him know what he already knows so well, she smirked instead. "Are we going to discuss the prospect or are you just going to try and make me horny like a baka mortal?"

Chuckle. "Hai, we'll discuss her when I'm ready...."

She glanced over as he trailed off, eyes narrowed and slightly frustrated at his deliberate teasing. His hands were folded calmly, a black leather trench coat settled about his ankles, legs garbed in tight black leather pants. A loose, black silk shirt covered his upper body, defining at times the power in his chest with certain ways he would breathe. Her eyes alighted on the silver cross lightly resting against his heart and it made her nearly laugh as it had done in the old days when she would want to snatch it away and spit at this mockery of a religion she had been about to give her life to. She instead forced her eyes ever higher to his features, knowing always that all questions as to how come he is what he is and why he was made are answered by those entrancing features, the angelic grace in them that threatens the sanctity of one's soul, and then are damned by the quiet fires of his cobalt eyes hidden behind those long bangs. He had such long, sinful hair, trailing down in a whip-like motion down his back, loose for now and making her ache.

All of these things she admired before her eyes noticing his upon her, mocking her for her mortal-like fascination. She flushed and gritted her teeth a moment, baring them at him with a hiss. "Will you just get on with it!?"

He laughed softly. "Quite impatient, aren't we, Relena? Ah, well.... that is something I could never teach you anyhow...." He allowed a smirk a moment, as he does not allow many expressions that do not suit his purpose to escape the mask he creates for victims and fellows alike. She could see him scanning now for the girl he had told her about and suddenly settle. "There."

She immediately looked in the direction he pointed, and came to look upon a mere slip of a girl, like a willow wisp, surrounded by four other happily chattering girls. All were lovely, but one could easily see that the vitality, the sheer force inside this one girl was what drew the eye by default. Her beauty was underlined in a way that one would not notice it at first, for she was not especially striking by any account, but the fact that she was so very much alive is what made her beautiful. That is what set her apart from everyone else and made her hair seem all the more radiantly black in a way that turned gossamer blue, or the blue of her eyes become like sapphires gleaming beneath her sooty lashes. Relena's eyes were drawn to her full lips, the flush of the girl's cheeks, the way her hand made gestures to illustrate a conversation before settling back upon her nearly naked breasts. She followed the curve of the girl's legs as the crossed twice in sequence, before her eyes were drawn back to the girl's pouty lips as she bit the lower lip in a gesture that was both endearing and striking.

"I want her..." Relena breathed.

"Tut, tut, tut...." Her companion's finger was suddenly waved in her face, once more chiding, once more amused. "You can't just take her like any victim... she is special this one. I wouldn't have called you if I didn't think you would delight in her...."

She glanced to him a moment, arching a brow. He sounded almost wanting in his tone and even now his eyes were gazing at the girl with a subtle lust and definite interest that made her both jealous and fiercely possessive of this new girl. "Then you shouldn't look at her like that, Duo. I know you have foresworn any part in this war, so you had best keep to yourself..." She added waspishly.

Duo blinked as if from a dream and snorted, looking to her like she was mad. "I don't have any interest in this girl. As far as I am concerned, you can take the bloody ragamuffin as your fledgling. That's her purpose, you see... You can tell she would be able to use the Dark Gift to every advantage.... perhaps in ways that could heighten the odds to our advantage?"

"Hn...." She looked at him, still a bit suspicious, but as always, intrigued with the political spectrum of their lives. "Hai.... perhaps... I'll see..."

He could already see though that she was interested, the "I'll see" was only to make her look stronger, but Duo knew that she was already lusting after the girl. He himself wanted to drink her up.... Hold her body tight to his own and kiss those pouting lips until they yielded everything to him, her body, her love, her very soul....

Grunting at the baka fascination with a mortal which he's always declared an inane and useless thing, Duo smirked at Relena a moment, patting her cheek. "Don't go and kill the girl yet... She deserves to be savored. Promise you'll play good..."

"What am I, a damn child!?"

"Hai, you're only seven-hundred-years-old... yet how old am I? Hmmmmm?"

She glared at him and muttered something pertaining to how he doesn't act his elder age.

"That wasn't polite..." He murmured, mock pout to her before winking and waving a hand. "I'll see you later, dear...."

"Wait! What's the girl's name!?" Relena demanded, her attention once more on the girl by the bar, hunger lighting her eyes despite the fact she's fed.

He smirked a moment before whispering softly. "Her name is.... Hirde.... Hirde Schbeiker."

~~TBC