Whoadie: Unfortunately, I'm going through major heartbreak at the moment. ^^;;; I'm not going to go in depth since nobody likes a whiner nor a drama queen. To keep it short, I liked this guy, he fell in love with me. Heart and all, crazy huh but he did. I had grown to love him too, was willing to die for him…He tells me months later he fallen for somebody else…….but didn't want to leave meh since he felt bad for my past relationships, had to dump him for only staying with me for pity. Cry, The End. You'd think after the first several times your hearts broken, you'd learn…Well this story was created to just get out grief….me being chipper person at heart it won't have such a subtle ending. ^_^
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Torn Apart
'….' will be thinking
"…." talking
Chapter 1- Crimson Tears
Falling raindrops could be heard outside, the wind sang softly making a whistling sound as it passed through screen of the unclosed window. The falling rhythm and the singing breeze were able to unite to make a sweet melancholy melody to those who would listen. She sat here again, listening to it's hypnotic sound.
How many days has she sat here, again? Staring out at the fast moving world envying to move on as they have. But no. She was here. In a place where time stayed still, inside her four white walls that she had refused to leave. They suffocated her enthusiastic and chaotic nature, killing her wild spirit.
She sat there, her face pale from lack of sunlight that she used to welcome with open arms. No longer did she smile or grin. Nor did she laugh or giggle. Her eyes were red and empty from lack of sleep, insomnia keeping her from the rest she yearned. Along time ago, she would have called herself an idiot for sitting there like some pathetic heart-broken fool. Ashamed that she was doing nothing but feeling pain and sorrow, not doing a thing about it.
That girl didn't exist anymore.
She was murdered.
By the one person she didn't expect. A person she had grown to love so dearly that it hurt to part with them. Someone who taught her that she could love again, despite old heartbreaks. A boy who wanted to be loved in return, just as much as she did and didn't want to be alone anymore.
Both yearning to be truly happy and found it in each other. Two soul mates intertwined by the stars and heavens, seeking refuge in each other's arms. Only not even the Creator would have expected that such a perfect match would end over hormonal desires.
Tears could be seen in her what used to be bright lively green eyes. The tears never fell, she wouldn't let them. She had cried over him for too long and it hurt to think he still had this much control over her.
He still had her heart and soul.
What she hated most was that she couldn't bring herself to hate or be angry at him. She just couldn't, she was too in love with him. She convinced herself that he deserved to be happy. She succeeded in changing him from his old cold and distant ways to a blooming young man that held such love and joy in his eyes again. Her sweet and outgoing personality is what drew him to her and what changed him. Now, he could live again. He knew emotions once more and attracted what he used to manipulate and took advantage of.
Women.
So many of them came and batted their lovely eyes at him. So many out shown her in figure and beauty. He fell victim to their lustrous gazes. Thinking they were offering love just as she had when all they wanted was to change who he was to their liking. He gave in, blinded by their looks and fake promises.
She shifted in her kneeling position so that she could lay comfortably on her back. Her head rested on the wooden floor, which had collected a lot of dirt and dust on it's own without the usual help of her running sneakers. She closed her eyes swallowing the gathering lump in her throat. The one question still plagued her mind day and night as she suffered.
Why?
One sweet word could carry so many implications. She turned on her side, letting her head lay on her outstretched arm. Her once pale arms were now red and swollen. Criss-crosses were cut in all over the inside of her arms. New and old scars could be seen clearly. No matter how many times she felt the stinging pain from the metal blade, it never distracted her long enough from the pulsing pain in her chest.
Her eyes opened, a few tears escaped and glittered as they rolled down the side of her face. Wasn't her love enough? Didn't he know that she would sacrifice life itself to just see him smile? Why did he have to be so naïve about love and think he could love all his adoring fans and her?
Her fist slammed into the ground as the questions kept coming. So many were unanswered and some she already knew out of past mistakes with first loves. How dare he give into temptation! She had resisted it many times, only having eyes for him. Why didn't he remain strong?
Why why why!
Her body curled into a ball, it started to shake with sobs. She held her head, wishing the questions would stop. "Please! Just let me die!" She pleaded quietly to the heavens, hoping they would be merciful on her already fragile state. "Make the pain go away…" More tears came as her voice cracked.
Just fade away…
She repeated those words over and over again to herself as she laid there. As if the gods heard her, they gave her a sign. A light blue beam of light shot down from the sky, landing on her crumpled body. She had cried herself to sleep before the light hit her, finally able to get some rest even if it were a pained one.
Her sneakers and track bag floated up with her, they weren't too far away from her sobbing figure. Just as quickly as the beam came, it vanished. Taking the heartbroken girl with it.
"Sir, we have returned from scouting the area."
The silver haired boy looked up from his red wine filled glass. "Chesta, report."
A boy with a bowl shaped blonde hair cut, stepped forward out of the line of soldiers. "Sir, Dallet and I spotted an unusual blue beam of light right on the perimeter of the forest. Should we investigate?"
A cruel smile twisted upon his lips as he took another gulp of the precious liquid in his hand. He shook his head with his head slumped over, "Why didn't you investigate it before?"
"We wanted to make sure it was alright with you-" he wasn't able to finish since he was preoccupied from the flying wine glass coming at him. He dove quickly to the side, avoiding the flying object. It broke a few feet from him into a hundred glass shards. He got back up but was slapped when his eyes became level with his superior.
The blow sent him back to the floor. He touched his pink cheek which was starting to swell.
"What's the point of scouting if your only going to come back to ask for permission to investigate! For all we know it could have been the Austrians with an airship! I'll deal with you and Dallet when I come back." With that he walked past him, his boots clicking on the metal ground.
"Sir?"
"Your all dismissed." He punched in the code to the door and walked out. The Slayers let out a sigh of relief when he left. They all turned to Chesta, who was still on the floor.
Dallet was the first to approach the hunched over Chesta, he kneeled down with a hand on his comrade's back. "Hey, you ok?" Chesta nodded solemnly, taking Dallet's offered hand. "How can you be so calm when we're only hours from being killed?" They followed behind the leaving Dragon Slayers. Dallet grinned, "Well, let's just say I understand what Dilandue's going through and would take his punishment without contradicting him, it was foolish to even talk to him on this day."
Chesta continued to look at him puzzled.
Miguel stopped by the door to wait for them. "You mean you don't know, Chesta?"
Chesta shook his head, looking between Miguel and Dallet's odd looks. "What? Is there something I missed?"
Dallet shook his head as he ushered the two out the door. They continued to walk through the empty corridors, heading towards the mess hall. "Yea, today's the Anniversary of Celena's death. Remember?"
Chesta stopped, how could he have forgotten? 'Has it really been a year since her unfortunate accident?' The two men stopped just ahead of Chesta, turning back to their friend and loyal ally.
Miguel was the first to speak, "Unfortunately, my friend, tis be the worst day to make enemies with Dilandue."
"But if there is anyone who should be fearing his wrath…It should be that blasted King."
"Van?" Chesta's eyes were wide, he really didn't want to go into battle with Fanelia. It had flourished just over a year and the population was still rising. With their limited sources and amount of Slayers, thanks to his Majesty of Fanelia, it would be suicide.
"Yea…Why the hell did that bastard have to go and woo her. Didn't he have that Mystic Moon girl?" Miguel growled.
"Hn. Broke her heart I heard. She walked in on Lady Celena and him during their "private meeting" for discussions of Austria's economy. Crestfallen, she left Gaea."
Chesta frowned at Dallet, "I can't believe Lady Celena would do that..."
"Well...believe it. It happened."
Miguel intervened when he saw Chesta continue to give Dallet an odd look, "To make a long story short Chesta, Lady Celena wasn't always as faithful and pure as we pictured her. She does have her darker and more mysterious side. She was, in fact, a woman. She's an..excuse me, WAS an enigma to even Dilandue."
Dallet took over, "Her 'accident' was no accident. Dilandue's no fool. He has his ways, and found out about their relationship. As punishment, she paid the ultimate price. I still feel sorry for him, his only love betrayed him and he has to continue to live on wondering why she would do such a thing. Hurt, betrayal, not to mention excruciating pain of heartbreak, he's feeling these things all over again."
Chesta sighed, "I hope I never fall in love, it sounds too painful."
Dallet and Miguel laughed at their comrades naivety, they threw an arm over each side of his shoulders and tugged him towards the mess hall. They praised him at once, "So mote it be, Chesta!"
The sound of hooves echoed in the dark forest. Panting of both man and beast, one running, one searching both making an unbeatable search party.
It stopped.
The search was over. The hunter and his mare had cornered their prey. No longer were there hooves, but the sound of crunching boots on crisp leaves, that lay adorned on the ground from early autumn.
The moonlight shone brightly, revealing what was in the most darkest places. He was so close. His hand extended out. His shadow traveling over the sleeping figure. He stepped closer, a crazed look in his red eyes.
So close.
He drew his sword, half drunk and half blinded by past emotions, he slammed his sword down into the sleeping girl. He smiled as blood splashed onto his face, only encouraging him to press his blade further.
The girl had let out a sort of pained cry, one that wasn't human. The girl writhed on the ground, arms and legs flailing. The screaming stopped. The girl was dead.
Dilandue crouched down with his hands still on the hilt of his sword, he ran a hand through the girl's hair, that glimmered in the moonlight. "Mine...You'll always be mine."
As his gloved hand stroked again, the girl started to change. Dilandue pulled his sword free, stumbling back a bit.
The deer's eyes were wide from fright. Crimson tears fell from the wound in it's side. It's body was in a twisted position from it's death flail.
Dilandue staggered back over to his horse, his sword still dripping with the animal's blood. He leaned against the horses' neck, stroking it's beautiful coat. "She's still mine..."
He heard a crash in the thicket, making him come crashing back to reality. His eyes turned towards the bushes, he approached cautiously. He raised his sword, ready to cut down whatever came at him. Nothing came.
Instead, he heard a sharp intake of breath. It was a woman. Then he heard a pained cry of horror. He moved the bushes leaves away with his sword so that he could get a better look at the girl. His eyes widened with realization.
It was that Mystic Moon bitch.
His face twisted in a look of disgust as he watched her shaking form. She was in love with....him. He had every tendency to kill her right there and then for her relationship with that bastard. But he couldn't.
He was looking at an image of himself.
A lost heartbroken girl, sprawled out on the ground, moaning about why the gods wouldn't let her die. Why did they continue to torment and mock her feelings. Why they sent her back to the last place she ever wanted to be in...
He looked on without any emotion. If only pride would let him cry. Then he really would be just like her. He shook his head, moving the bushes back.
"Please....don't go..."
He stopped.
Was she referring to him? "Don't leave me again...."
He blinked at her, when did he ever leave her? They always loathed each other. He got it. She was talking about that living piece of scum. He turned his body away from her, once again losing interest.
"Dilandue..."
Once again, he stopped. This time she had referred to him. "What do you want?"
She didn't turn towards him, she remained in her scrunched up ball of security. "If I asked you a favor, would you do it? Think of it like a last request."
"Hn. No."
"Well pretend then that at least for a second you would consider it."
He sheathed his sword, "I don't have time for this nonsense, go whine to someone else."
"JUST LISTEN!"
He raised an eyebrow. This was new. The fragile doll had a spine after all. He crossed his arms, a little smirk starting to spread on his lips. "Alright, I'm listening. What do you want, woman?"
"I want...more than anything in the world...well I yearn for..."
"Ugh, say no more. If your going to proclaim your love for that-"
"I want to be enveloped in darkness for eternity. I want to die, I want it all to end. I hate feeling like this everyday! I just want to stop thinking and feeling all together, but I'm too much of coward to end it myself..."
That's when saw it. He looked over the bushes, noticing she was stroking her arms. There was a faint metallic smell in the air, it smelled like...blood. He saw the fresh and old cuts on her wrists and up her arms. They were so deep that the gashes looked like they would never close.
"Please, just end it for me. Your getting your chance for revenge for all those dead Dragon Slayers." She coaxed.
He stiffened at hearing his dead soldiers. His fists clenched remembering them crying out in their guymelefs.
"Do it...End it now." She squeaked when she was picked up roughly. Her neck was bruising under his cold hands. "Yes, that's it...." She could feel her air pipe closing, her lungs burning for oxygen. She closed her eyes, wishing for the darkness to consume her.
"Your going to be suffering for a while..."
She gave a small smile, "It'll be worth it, in the end..."
His high pitched laughter rang through the forest, "That's not what I meant." He started walking while holding her in the air. He whistled.
Silence.
Then there was the sound of hooves approaching. He smirked at her confused face before tossing her onto his horse. He climbed up after her, holding her against the saddle. "Since your lover took my Slayers, I'll take you as a recruitment."
She paled incredibly, her skin almost becoming transparent. He was going to make her face...him. She let out a scream that made even the forest shudder.
He laughed at her pain, he pulled on the reins of the horse making it rise up on it's hind legs. He kicked it, sending the animal forward, back to the Vione. Her screams rang through the whole ride, tears were cascading down her cheeks. "Welcome back Hitomi, Welcome back to Gaea."
To be Continued.....
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Torn Apart
'….' will be thinking
"…." talking
Chapter 1- Crimson Tears
Falling raindrops could be heard outside, the wind sang softly making a whistling sound as it passed through screen of the unclosed window. The falling rhythm and the singing breeze were able to unite to make a sweet melancholy melody to those who would listen. She sat here again, listening to it's hypnotic sound.
How many days has she sat here, again? Staring out at the fast moving world envying to move on as they have. But no. She was here. In a place where time stayed still, inside her four white walls that she had refused to leave. They suffocated her enthusiastic and chaotic nature, killing her wild spirit.
She sat there, her face pale from lack of sunlight that she used to welcome with open arms. No longer did she smile or grin. Nor did she laugh or giggle. Her eyes were red and empty from lack of sleep, insomnia keeping her from the rest she yearned. Along time ago, she would have called herself an idiot for sitting there like some pathetic heart-broken fool. Ashamed that she was doing nothing but feeling pain and sorrow, not doing a thing about it.
That girl didn't exist anymore.
She was murdered.
By the one person she didn't expect. A person she had grown to love so dearly that it hurt to part with them. Someone who taught her that she could love again, despite old heartbreaks. A boy who wanted to be loved in return, just as much as she did and didn't want to be alone anymore.
Both yearning to be truly happy and found it in each other. Two soul mates intertwined by the stars and heavens, seeking refuge in each other's arms. Only not even the Creator would have expected that such a perfect match would end over hormonal desires.
Tears could be seen in her what used to be bright lively green eyes. The tears never fell, she wouldn't let them. She had cried over him for too long and it hurt to think he still had this much control over her.
He still had her heart and soul.
What she hated most was that she couldn't bring herself to hate or be angry at him. She just couldn't, she was too in love with him. She convinced herself that he deserved to be happy. She succeeded in changing him from his old cold and distant ways to a blooming young man that held such love and joy in his eyes again. Her sweet and outgoing personality is what drew him to her and what changed him. Now, he could live again. He knew emotions once more and attracted what he used to manipulate and took advantage of.
Women.
So many of them came and batted their lovely eyes at him. So many out shown her in figure and beauty. He fell victim to their lustrous gazes. Thinking they were offering love just as she had when all they wanted was to change who he was to their liking. He gave in, blinded by their looks and fake promises.
She shifted in her kneeling position so that she could lay comfortably on her back. Her head rested on the wooden floor, which had collected a lot of dirt and dust on it's own without the usual help of her running sneakers. She closed her eyes swallowing the gathering lump in her throat. The one question still plagued her mind day and night as she suffered.
Why?
One sweet word could carry so many implications. She turned on her side, letting her head lay on her outstretched arm. Her once pale arms were now red and swollen. Criss-crosses were cut in all over the inside of her arms. New and old scars could be seen clearly. No matter how many times she felt the stinging pain from the metal blade, it never distracted her long enough from the pulsing pain in her chest.
Her eyes opened, a few tears escaped and glittered as they rolled down the side of her face. Wasn't her love enough? Didn't he know that she would sacrifice life itself to just see him smile? Why did he have to be so naïve about love and think he could love all his adoring fans and her?
Her fist slammed into the ground as the questions kept coming. So many were unanswered and some she already knew out of past mistakes with first loves. How dare he give into temptation! She had resisted it many times, only having eyes for him. Why didn't he remain strong?
Why why why!
Her body curled into a ball, it started to shake with sobs. She held her head, wishing the questions would stop. "Please! Just let me die!" She pleaded quietly to the heavens, hoping they would be merciful on her already fragile state. "Make the pain go away…" More tears came as her voice cracked.
Just fade away…
She repeated those words over and over again to herself as she laid there. As if the gods heard her, they gave her a sign. A light blue beam of light shot down from the sky, landing on her crumpled body. She had cried herself to sleep before the light hit her, finally able to get some rest even if it were a pained one.
Her sneakers and track bag floated up with her, they weren't too far away from her sobbing figure. Just as quickly as the beam came, it vanished. Taking the heartbroken girl with it.
"Sir, we have returned from scouting the area."
The silver haired boy looked up from his red wine filled glass. "Chesta, report."
A boy with a bowl shaped blonde hair cut, stepped forward out of the line of soldiers. "Sir, Dallet and I spotted an unusual blue beam of light right on the perimeter of the forest. Should we investigate?"
A cruel smile twisted upon his lips as he took another gulp of the precious liquid in his hand. He shook his head with his head slumped over, "Why didn't you investigate it before?"
"We wanted to make sure it was alright with you-" he wasn't able to finish since he was preoccupied from the flying wine glass coming at him. He dove quickly to the side, avoiding the flying object. It broke a few feet from him into a hundred glass shards. He got back up but was slapped when his eyes became level with his superior.
The blow sent him back to the floor. He touched his pink cheek which was starting to swell.
"What's the point of scouting if your only going to come back to ask for permission to investigate! For all we know it could have been the Austrians with an airship! I'll deal with you and Dallet when I come back." With that he walked past him, his boots clicking on the metal ground.
"Sir?"
"Your all dismissed." He punched in the code to the door and walked out. The Slayers let out a sigh of relief when he left. They all turned to Chesta, who was still on the floor.
Dallet was the first to approach the hunched over Chesta, he kneeled down with a hand on his comrade's back. "Hey, you ok?" Chesta nodded solemnly, taking Dallet's offered hand. "How can you be so calm when we're only hours from being killed?" They followed behind the leaving Dragon Slayers. Dallet grinned, "Well, let's just say I understand what Dilandue's going through and would take his punishment without contradicting him, it was foolish to even talk to him on this day."
Chesta continued to look at him puzzled.
Miguel stopped by the door to wait for them. "You mean you don't know, Chesta?"
Chesta shook his head, looking between Miguel and Dallet's odd looks. "What? Is there something I missed?"
Dallet shook his head as he ushered the two out the door. They continued to walk through the empty corridors, heading towards the mess hall. "Yea, today's the Anniversary of Celena's death. Remember?"
Chesta stopped, how could he have forgotten? 'Has it really been a year since her unfortunate accident?' The two men stopped just ahead of Chesta, turning back to their friend and loyal ally.
Miguel was the first to speak, "Unfortunately, my friend, tis be the worst day to make enemies with Dilandue."
"But if there is anyone who should be fearing his wrath…It should be that blasted King."
"Van?" Chesta's eyes were wide, he really didn't want to go into battle with Fanelia. It had flourished just over a year and the population was still rising. With their limited sources and amount of Slayers, thanks to his Majesty of Fanelia, it would be suicide.
"Yea…Why the hell did that bastard have to go and woo her. Didn't he have that Mystic Moon girl?" Miguel growled.
"Hn. Broke her heart I heard. She walked in on Lady Celena and him during their "private meeting" for discussions of Austria's economy. Crestfallen, she left Gaea."
Chesta frowned at Dallet, "I can't believe Lady Celena would do that..."
"Well...believe it. It happened."
Miguel intervened when he saw Chesta continue to give Dallet an odd look, "To make a long story short Chesta, Lady Celena wasn't always as faithful and pure as we pictured her. She does have her darker and more mysterious side. She was, in fact, a woman. She's an..excuse me, WAS an enigma to even Dilandue."
Dallet took over, "Her 'accident' was no accident. Dilandue's no fool. He has his ways, and found out about their relationship. As punishment, she paid the ultimate price. I still feel sorry for him, his only love betrayed him and he has to continue to live on wondering why she would do such a thing. Hurt, betrayal, not to mention excruciating pain of heartbreak, he's feeling these things all over again."
Chesta sighed, "I hope I never fall in love, it sounds too painful."
Dallet and Miguel laughed at their comrades naivety, they threw an arm over each side of his shoulders and tugged him towards the mess hall. They praised him at once, "So mote it be, Chesta!"
The sound of hooves echoed in the dark forest. Panting of both man and beast, one running, one searching both making an unbeatable search party.
It stopped.
The search was over. The hunter and his mare had cornered their prey. No longer were there hooves, but the sound of crunching boots on crisp leaves, that lay adorned on the ground from early autumn.
The moonlight shone brightly, revealing what was in the most darkest places. He was so close. His hand extended out. His shadow traveling over the sleeping figure. He stepped closer, a crazed look in his red eyes.
So close.
He drew his sword, half drunk and half blinded by past emotions, he slammed his sword down into the sleeping girl. He smiled as blood splashed onto his face, only encouraging him to press his blade further.
The girl had let out a sort of pained cry, one that wasn't human. The girl writhed on the ground, arms and legs flailing. The screaming stopped. The girl was dead.
Dilandue crouched down with his hands still on the hilt of his sword, he ran a hand through the girl's hair, that glimmered in the moonlight. "Mine...You'll always be mine."
As his gloved hand stroked again, the girl started to change. Dilandue pulled his sword free, stumbling back a bit.
The deer's eyes were wide from fright. Crimson tears fell from the wound in it's side. It's body was in a twisted position from it's death flail.
Dilandue staggered back over to his horse, his sword still dripping with the animal's blood. He leaned against the horses' neck, stroking it's beautiful coat. "She's still mine..."
He heard a crash in the thicket, making him come crashing back to reality. His eyes turned towards the bushes, he approached cautiously. He raised his sword, ready to cut down whatever came at him. Nothing came.
Instead, he heard a sharp intake of breath. It was a woman. Then he heard a pained cry of horror. He moved the bushes leaves away with his sword so that he could get a better look at the girl. His eyes widened with realization.
It was that Mystic Moon bitch.
His face twisted in a look of disgust as he watched her shaking form. She was in love with....him. He had every tendency to kill her right there and then for her relationship with that bastard. But he couldn't.
He was looking at an image of himself.
A lost heartbroken girl, sprawled out on the ground, moaning about why the gods wouldn't let her die. Why did they continue to torment and mock her feelings. Why they sent her back to the last place she ever wanted to be in...
He looked on without any emotion. If only pride would let him cry. Then he really would be just like her. He shook his head, moving the bushes back.
"Please....don't go..."
He stopped.
Was she referring to him? "Don't leave me again...."
He blinked at her, when did he ever leave her? They always loathed each other. He got it. She was talking about that living piece of scum. He turned his body away from her, once again losing interest.
"Dilandue..."
Once again, he stopped. This time she had referred to him. "What do you want?"
She didn't turn towards him, she remained in her scrunched up ball of security. "If I asked you a favor, would you do it? Think of it like a last request."
"Hn. No."
"Well pretend then that at least for a second you would consider it."
He sheathed his sword, "I don't have time for this nonsense, go whine to someone else."
"JUST LISTEN!"
He raised an eyebrow. This was new. The fragile doll had a spine after all. He crossed his arms, a little smirk starting to spread on his lips. "Alright, I'm listening. What do you want, woman?"
"I want...more than anything in the world...well I yearn for..."
"Ugh, say no more. If your going to proclaim your love for that-"
"I want to be enveloped in darkness for eternity. I want to die, I want it all to end. I hate feeling like this everyday! I just want to stop thinking and feeling all together, but I'm too much of coward to end it myself..."
That's when saw it. He looked over the bushes, noticing she was stroking her arms. There was a faint metallic smell in the air, it smelled like...blood. He saw the fresh and old cuts on her wrists and up her arms. They were so deep that the gashes looked like they would never close.
"Please, just end it for me. Your getting your chance for revenge for all those dead Dragon Slayers." She coaxed.
He stiffened at hearing his dead soldiers. His fists clenched remembering them crying out in their guymelefs.
"Do it...End it now." She squeaked when she was picked up roughly. Her neck was bruising under his cold hands. "Yes, that's it...." She could feel her air pipe closing, her lungs burning for oxygen. She closed her eyes, wishing for the darkness to consume her.
"Your going to be suffering for a while..."
She gave a small smile, "It'll be worth it, in the end..."
His high pitched laughter rang through the forest, "That's not what I meant." He started walking while holding her in the air. He whistled.
Silence.
Then there was the sound of hooves approaching. He smirked at her confused face before tossing her onto his horse. He climbed up after her, holding her against the saddle. "Since your lover took my Slayers, I'll take you as a recruitment."
She paled incredibly, her skin almost becoming transparent. He was going to make her face...him. She let out a scream that made even the forest shudder.
He laughed at her pain, he pulled on the reins of the horse making it rise up on it's hind legs. He kicked it, sending the animal forward, back to the Vione. Her screams rang through the whole ride, tears were cascading down her cheeks. "Welcome back Hitomi, Welcome back to Gaea."
To be Continued.....
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Whoadie: ^^;;;; how was dat? I'm not really good at dis angst stuff...Iono...well me hopes you liked it.
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