Author's Note: Since I'm too lazy to write a really long story, I'll just stick with very short one-shots. Hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Claymore etc etc.
Teresa, you idiot.
In those last moments before one ascends to a higher plane, Teresa of the Faint Smile decided to reprimand herself. In her opinion, it was a much needed scolding and, if she must say so herself, a rather late one too. If Teresa was to tell herself from three years ago that she was going to die from going soft on someone, her younger self would immediately slay her on the spot while laughing in her face. Not to mention that she, Teresa of the Faint Smile, would break the Organization's ironclad rule (never to kill a human, no matter what) for a mere human.
Clare...
That poor girl, who had to witness such her gruesome death, had to face the world alone once again. Teresa immediately regretted ever taking her in; Clare would have been better off living life as a normal human, instead of experiencing the unbearable life that Teresa's kind (the humans called them Claymores) had. Teresa hoped that Clare would eventually live a human's life after her untimely death.
Forget that I ever existed, Clare. If there was ever one last thing she would want to say to the girl, that phrase would be it.
Nonetheless, she was dead now, and now was not the right time to be worried over such earthly matters. And so, she patiently waited to go to the light, or whatever comes after death.
And she waited.
And waited.
Yet, she was still in this eerie place, stuck between life and afterlife (at least, that was what Teresa came to after analyzing her surroundings). It had seemed like days had passed, but the not-afterlife-not-life area still greeted her every time she would close and open her eyes. Normally, Teresa was very patient, but dying in such an undignified way, and then having to sit (or in her case, float) between the place between life and death, would irritate even the most enduring. Still, the exasperation she felt was only shown in the deepest corner of her silver eyes.
Can't I even die peacefully?
Seconds after asking that question, her surroundings quickly faded to black and left Teresa out in the dark.
Probably not.
She laughed at the truth of the current situation. Of course she would not be going anywhere, for she was a monster created by the organization to fight monsters. The ultimate punishment was not Hell, as the humans thought, but to be stuck in between life and afterlife. This timeless prison was a fitting end for her, Teresa of the Faint Smile, if she must say so herself.
But no, fate had to push her further down the edge, as she saw...
A young girl walked around aimlessly, clutching onto something as if it was precious to her. As she made her way around the town, people around her stared at a strange and frightening sight. If the young girl had noticed the whispers, she did not show it. She kept on walking, with that blank expression on her face, as if searching for someone. Alas, she found the person who she was looking for: a stranger dressed in black.
"I want you to put Teresa's flesh and blood into me!" The girl had said with tears in her eyes.
A single tear fell from those silver eyes.
