DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. You know the rest, right?
I finally got some inspiration, so here you have another short drabble. This time it's for Kaien (there aren't enough fics showing his more serious side T_T ) and it was more or less a spur-of-a-moment thing, so...
Also, I'd like to say that the spelling of the German bits may be wrong ( I know next to nothing in German), so forgive me if there are any mistakes. Aaaand....the jumps in tenses were made on purpose.
There :-) ... now, read on! (Hope you'll like it)
They said it was no big deal
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They lied
It's easy, they said. Just one simple movement, one spin, one flick of a wrist and it's over.
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Blood…on his hand…in his hair…everywhere…
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But killing someone is never easy. He'd listened to them (…boast, brag, scream…) and he should have known better, but he hadn't.
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Hands grasping for him…
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And now that he'd seen first-hand the madness of the hunt (…search, find, destroy…), there was no way back, no path to take that would free him from the destiny that he didn't really choose.
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Unblinking eyes…color of madness…slit pupils…
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He slid into the black coat (…bloodstains…) and grabbed his sword and went, went anywhere his mission would take him, anywhere where The Association commanded, to protect (…kill…) the people they told him to protect (…kill, kill, kill…)
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Redeem me…Save me…Kill me…
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And there were children…God…there were children cackling, pointing, hissing at him, their eyes clouded over with bloodlust, and he had no choice (…blood on his hands…) because it's always him and there's never been a choice…
Because they are all…
…Dead…
And he can still see their faces, (…smiling…) a mad glint in their eyes, trying with their last bits of strength to reach the thing they love (…his…) because it's so close and they cannot resist the pull anymore (…blood…)
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In this darkness… there's no light…
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He returns to the village, and there are half-hidden glances (…glares…) from the villagers, and he can hear them whispering (…unsterblich…untot…kinder…blut…)
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…Vampir…
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There is no gratitude, and he feels no satisfaction at freeing these people from their fear. And he can't help but wonder (…wrong…right…wrong…right…) because he'd long since abandoned all morals and the blood dripping from his hands feels so real.
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But he still understands these people, sees the rows and rows of graves (…death…) and knows how hard it is to let go of the hate. So he stands in front of the last grave at the cemetery, and can't help but stare (…breathless...) because the irony of it all is just that unbelievable.
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Remember man, as you walk by,
As you are now, so once was I.
As I am now, so shall you be.
Remember this and follow me.
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So he kneels in front of the tombstone scribbling vehemently, because he won't (...can't...) give up. He refuses to let it all go to waste.
And after the last line is down in the stone, he stand up and walks away (...step after painfull step...) not once looking back. There is no evidence of his passing but the two fresh lines now glinting on the worn-out surface of the old tombstone.
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To follow you I'll not consent
Until I know which way you went.
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This will not end here.
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Dictionary:
unsterblich - immortal
untot - undead
kinder - children
blut - blood
R&R