Pairings: Oh, the usual, 1x2/2x1, 3x4/4x3... probably... eventually... maybe?
Archiving: If you don't have previous permission, please ask.
Rating: R so far, for cussing. Will adjust this if needed in future.
Notes: This is a sort of crossover with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I'm using concepts from that universe, but at the moment, no characters.
I'm trying something different for this. I usually write a story, then break it up into parts. Well, this time, I'm going to write small parts and just keep going until the story is done. Want to find out if this will work better for me, see if I can finish the story quicker. I have one GW story that I adore writing, but it's taking frickin' forever, and the end is no where in sight.
It takes me forever to come up with story titles. This title is from a CD I grabbed at random, which was James Bond Theme Songs. It from the lyrics for Goldeneye.
comet: I know this wasn't the crossover you were looking for, or even one of the stories you wanted me to do, but I hope you like it anyway!
The room descended into chaos as the vampires lunged for their first victims, and said victims started to scream. The Gundam pilots, minus Duo, pulled out their weapon of choice and started to rise from the table, ready to stop the vampires if possible.
Every vampire froze when Duo softly said, "Freeze," even though his command was barely audible beyond the table he was still sitting calmly at.
"Why aren't they moving?" Trowa asked, glaring at the vampire he had shot three times without affecting it.
"I don't know," Wufei replied, shaking his head.
"Move away from the doors," Duo whispered.
The vampires covering the exits shuffled forward and to one side, leaving the doors clear and causing the Gundam pilots to whirl to face the only moving creatures. A few moments of silence, then the humans ran from the building, helping those who had been attacked, until only the vampires and the Gundam pilots were left.
"Duo," Quatre asked, looking warily at his friend. "What did you do?"
"What are you talking about?" Heero demanded. "How could he have done this?"
Quatre pointed Jordan, who was frozen in his crumple on the ground. "You heard what he said. He seems to think Duo has some sort of power over vampires. Then, the vampires attack was stalled."
"Can we just get out of here, guys?" Duo asked, standing up from his seat and stretching. "I think I need a shower after this."
"What do we do with these?" Wufei asked, glaring at the still frozen vampires.
"What can we do?" Duo said with a shrug. "They're frozen. It's not like we can kill them with our guns. Then again, I guess we could round up a few pointy sticks and stake them. That, or just blow up the building with them inside."
"What did you do?" Heero demanded, adding all the pieces together and coming to one conclusion.
"What makes you think it was me?" Duo asked innocently. "Maybe someone passing by froze them."
"And if we leave them like this?" Quatre asked over Heero's increasingly deadly glare, moving to stand as far away from all the vampires as possible and still be in the same room. Trowa wrapped an arm around the blonde man's shoulders, earning him a blinding smile.
"Don't know," Duo replied, head cocked. "They'll either break free and run off, or be destroyed when the sunlight streams through the restaurant windows. Unless, we can blow it up?" The last question was asked wistfully.
"How do you kill a vampire?" Quatre asked.
"Not with bullets," Heero replied, disgusted at having wasted rounds against the undead.
"Sunlight, beheading, wooden stake to the heart. And, they don't like holy water or holy symbols," Duo rattled off distractedly, peering into the face of the vampire nearest him.
"And, how would you know that?" Wufei asked scathingly.
"I can read," Duo replied as if the answer was self-explanatory. "We better decide what we're going to do soon, someone was bound to call the cops."
Heero nodded his head. "How long will it take to rig the building up to explode?"
"With C-4, thirty minutes. Twenty to retrieve the explosives from the safe-house, five to install, and a five minute cushion," Trowa replied softly.
"Six minutes, tops, if we just use the gas range," Duo said off-handedly, moving to a different vampire to peer at. "Pull the gas line, turn it on full, wait three, four minutes, and throw a lit match behind us before we leave. If there's anything that can be used as an accelerate in the back, we splash a bit around each of the vamps, and we have no worries about them all being dust."
"Duo, why are you staring at them?" Wufei asked, worried.
"Seeing if any of them are kids of someone I know," the braided pilot replied distractedly. "So far, they're all unknowns." He turned to Jordan and crouched down to stare at him. "This one is interesting though. Sounds like he was some sort of psychic before he was turned. Too bad... Fell in with the wrong crowd." Brushing imaginary dust off his thighs with the palms of his hands, he turned to the other pilots. "We going with the gas 'leak'?" Seeing the nods of agreement, the American grinned his maniac grin. "I'll get started."
The other four watched as Duo jumped the front counter. After taking the cash from the registers, he went into the kitchen to find something for accelerate, whistling a jaunty tune.
A few minutes later, he returned, carrying a bottle of cleaning solution, reading the label. "'Caution: Extremely Flammable'. I say that will work." Still whistling, he splashed some of the liquid on each of the vampires, then dumped the rest of the bottle on the floor.
Quatre shuddered slightly at the mad grin Duo gave. "Gas main is on full, we've prepared the site. I say we throw the match and skedaddle."
"Won't they move when the fire starts? Whatever is holding them in place, is it stronger than their need to survive?" Heero asked.
"They'll stay where they are, even when they catch on fire," Duo replied knowingly.
"We're having a talk when we get back to the safehouse, Maxwell," Wufei ordered as the five walked out the door.
"About what, Wu?" Duo asked cheerfully. "You want some advice on flirting with women?"
The sounds of the arguement drifted back into the restaurant where Trowa, being the last one out, drew out a disposable lighter and used it on a paper placemat left in a tray above the trash bin before hurrying to catch up with the others.
Fifty-five seconds later, there was a loud 'WUMPH' as the flames hit the gas in the air. Three minutes after that, all of the vampires were piles of dust. None had so much as blinked during the whole process.
End notes:
1) And, another part bites the dust. Will try writing more at work today.
2) Oooo... Duo can make vampires do what he says!
3) I'm having way too much fun with this. I wonder what I should make happen next...
C&C always greatly appreciated.