Disclaimer: You know I would never have even consider anything like Gundam Wing in my little mind...so that right there should tell you I don't own them. But who ever said I couldn't wish!

Title: Rememberance
Pairings: 6x9, 13x9
Warnings: AU vampire fic with Angst, Sap & A Lemon moment!
Author: Sarah


Chapter 3

Treize told me repeatedly through out our relationship that he wanted children of his own. He had several younger brothers growing up, and loved playing with them. With Treize being the oldest, he had to take care of his brothers whenever his mother took ill. He enjoyed watching them grow, and he couldn't wait to experience that with his own children. I was so happy to hear Treize say that. My dream of have a child and his dream of having children where one in the same. This match was defiantly suppose to work out.

A few years after Treize and I started our relationship, he came to my house with a surprise.

"Lucrezia, you are going to make me really happy." He said, getting down on his knees. "If you would say yes to marrying me." I stared at him wide eye.

Did I just hear him right? Marry me? Treize took out a small velvet box from his jacket pocket and opened it up in front of me. It stored a gorgeous diamond ring. He took the ring and placed it on my finger. I squealed. "Yes, I'll marry you."

Treize and I were married on September 23rd, A.C. 081 in one of the cities biggest churches. I was never much of a churchgoer when I was young, so this setup was new to me. In attendants at our wedding was Treize's entire family, all 400 of them, my father's entire law firm, all 80 of them, my father, and my brothers, Quatre and Duo. Trowa's circus was in another country at the time, and couldn't make it. The wedding took about 2 hours to perform and every second of it bored me. I didn't know that a wedding could take so long to perform. It was all Treize's idea about have this big of a wedding. I would have preferred a simple little wedding with only immediate family in attendants and only 30 minutes to perform it. But Treize insisted on everything being perfect. He wanted perfection, and perfection he got.

The wedding day took forever to go through, but after waiting for what seemed like an eternity, the wedding night finally came. Treize took me from the wedding reception and lead me to a mansion on the other side of the city. He told me that this mansion was his wedding present to us. Treize had gone out and bought our own home, away from my father. This whole marriage thing was really exciting me. My own home, a husband to love, and soon children. I hugged him, and then he picked me up and carried me to our new bedroom. This was it. It was time to shed my virginity and conceive my dream. What a wonderful way to break in our new home on the first day of our marriage.

I was no stranger to the idea of sex. I had listen to all the stories from the female servants at my other home. At first the idea seem frightening. But as time went on, the idea thrilled me. Besides, it was the only way to have my dream, so I knew eventually I would have to have it. Treize seem to know exactly what he was doing and what he wanted. He helped me out of my dress, and then he was all too quick to shed off his tux. Before I knew what had happened, he was on top of me and there was this intents amount of pain coming from my opening. Treize was forcing his manhood into me, far too quickly. His first thrust sent me screaming in pain. He ensured me that it would stop hurting in time as he thrusted into me again for a second time. Treize continued to thrust into me as I continued to cry in pain. I was never told that it was suppose to hurt like this. I heard all the wonderful stories on how the experience was suppose to be magical and that you were to feel the sensation of pure ecstasy. However, this experience was leaving me in pain that was far greater then anything that I ever imagined. It didn't take Treize to long before he released his seed into me and pulled out. In fact, it was over all too quickly. Treize, seceding in his task, left me in the bed and went out to celebrate with his buddies from the firm. I never did get to enjoy any of the intimate moment I spent with Treize.

I walked to the window and watched Treize head off in the direction of the pub. Maybe, this is what all men do after they have sex. My father seemed to do that after he left whichever whorehouse he occupied that night. But I was some how mad at Treize for leaving. I was in all this pain, and he just leaves. It didn't seem right. I was about to turn and head back to bed, when I thought I caught the glimpse of a familiar figure following after Treize. But I knew I must have been mistaken. I sat on the bed and stared off. The idea of him leaving just didn't settle right with me. However, the duty of conceiving my dream had been completed. I felt I should now focus all my attention on that. All I had to do was just sit and wait.


After several weeks of sitting, waiting, and throwing up, I was finally given the news that I was with child. I was finally going to be a mother. My dream was going to come true. I was so happy. My life seem to be finally complete. I told Treize immediately of the great news, and he was trilled. He picked me up and spun me around. We ended up celebrating that night at the most expensive and exclusive restaurant in the city.

The day I found out about my pregnancy, was also the day I was told that my father was found dead. And where did they find him dead, you wonder, but the only place I knew he would have likely end up dead anyways. He was found slumped over on some whore's bed, dead from too much alcohol consumption. I was in no shock when I found out. I knew it was likely to have happened sooner or later. It was just a shame I didn't get to tell him that he was going to be a grandfather. I'm sure he wouldn't have cared. In his will, he left Treize the firm, me the house, and my brothers got what ever my father had in the bank. Talk about fair on my part. I really didn't even like that house. It had too many bad memories. Besides, I was never going to use that house again. I was married, had a house of my own, and a family to start. But anyways, life goes on. Like the one that was slowly growing inside of me. The thought of it always brought a smile to my face. I loved each and every day of my expectancy. I cherished it dearly.

One dark night, about five months into my pregnancy, I suddenly woke up from my sleep. I sat up and looked around the room. I could feel that something was wrong, but didn't know what it could be. I sat there for a while, pondering in my mind just what exactly woke me suddenly from my sleep. I turned and saw that Treize was sleeping peacefully next to me. Apparently my sudden movement didn't alarm Treize from his sleep. No, it wasn't him, I thought. I looked at the clock across the room. It read 2:34 a.m. I could see the clock clearly. I thought that was strange since every time before this moment, I could not read the clock from where I sat. It puzzled me greatly. But the sensation that something else wrong, nabbed at my thoughts. Something was defiantly wrong.

I got out of bed and headed down the hallway towards the bathroom. I filled the sink up with some warm water, and then splashed it on my face. I looked at my tired form in the mirror. "What's wrong?" I kept asking myself. And then it answered. A sharp pain suddenly raced up my body. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut from the pain. It took forever for the pain to die down, but once it did, I immediately looked for its source. It had come from my abdomen. I slowly lowered my head to look down. I gasped out suddenly, but I could feel my heart scream, as I fell to the floor. The whole bottom half of my white nightgown was covered in blood. The sharp pain once again raced up my entire body. I squeezed my eyes shut once again, but this time I cried out. "NNNOOOOO!"