(A/N: This is a sister fic to BigMouth12349's fic (if you couldn't tell by the titles) which is in Miku's POV, which you can find in my favorites if need be. You should read her side too~! BTW, if you (for some reason) didn't read the description out front, this contains Miku/Luka, aka YURI. If you don't like that, you don't have to read it, alright?
And I promise, Miku and Luka will actually be in the next chapter, this is just the prologue.

OBLIGATED DISCLAIMER: I don't own Vocaloid, but I AM going to get Luka's software… well, maybe… I might get Sonika… …and I'm rambling again. Sorry.

…I'll shut up now and let you read, m'kay?)

I had always found full moons to be a sign of good luck, so I was completely surprised when it happened on a full moon.

As always, I had been wishing to see my love. So I quickly recited the spell I had made for us to communicate; tonight, we would meet again. "Butterfly of pink, take flight. Brave the dangers of the night. From my lips unto her ear, my message I want her to hear." The second I finished, a butterfly was created, waiting for me to give the message.

"Come to our special meeting place at midnight, my sweet," I whispered to it. "I will be waiting for you." Giving it a gentle kiss to finish the message, I let it fly, its wings falling into shadow from the moon.

I knew it would not take long for her to respond, and sure enough, the teal creature came fluttering through my window soon enough, carrying her message. Landing on my palm, my Michaela's voice came out, so sweet and soft I nearly missed what the words meant. "My heart longs for you to hold me in your arms, my love. I will come to you." Sighing slightly, I smiled a bit distantly. You would think after all the time I'd been with her, I would have gotten over the part in the relationship where your heart skips a beat whenever you so much as think of them; but I never did. My Michaela wasn't one to get over easily, after all.

Even to a witch such as myself, it was forbidden to love her like I did. Even when we ourselves were frowned upon for our magic, we still frowned upon the very thought of a sorceress such as myself with another woman- well, most of us. I knew very well it wasn't allowed, but I couldn't help it; with every part of my being, I was truly and irreversibly in love with her.

Putting on a simple silky black dress, I waited at the window for her. I always worried about her, traveling alone in the dark- I had done what I could to protect her, but I still always worried it wasn't enough. These were dark days, and as the rumors of me teaching her magic were starting to spread, I was scared she would be attacked in the dark.

The second I spotted her, I rushed to the door, quickly opening it before she could even knock. "Michaela." The second her beautiful name left my lips, she threw herself into my arms, clinging tight to me as if she was afraid I was going to disappear.

"Eileen," she whispered back. "Oh, how I've missed you." I laughed softly, stroking her head as I quickly shut the door.

"And I you." Drawing back, I saw her face, and nearly melted at once from her beauty. It never seemed to pale, no matter what- in fact, I could have sworn it only grew as time went on. "Is it me, or do you get more beautiful every time I see you?"

She laughed at that, her voice ringing out like bells. "Even if I did, I would never be beautiful enough to compete with you." I laughed slightly- was she really so oblivious? I had seen many a healthy young man gaze in her direction, and it always made my blood boil, even if I knew she'd never leave. Sometimes I wanted to keep her for myself, but I knew I couldn't hold her down like that; it'd be just wrong to imprison her. I reached out to stroke her cheek, and she placed her hand over mine, holding it to her face.

"You flatter me, my dearest," I smiled back, gazing into her eyes. "But you lie." She gave a little smirk and drew closer, until I could feel her heart beating against mine.

"Ah, but I suppose my opinion is a bit biased. Because I have never seen anything as beautiful as you, and my own features pale in comparison to your radiance." She gently brushed her lips against mine, and I could feel my heart skip. Taking control, I wrapped my arms around her slim figure, our bodies pressing together as our lips did. For one moment, everything was perfect.

And then the moment ended.

The door shot open with a loud bang, and we both jumped. I heard her give a little scream, and I reached out to hold her hand, but she pulled it away. I looked at the man who had interrupted our time together, and then froze.

The head marshal.

"S-s-sir Hiyama-" Michaela choked out, but was interrupted.

"Witchcraft is a grave sin, Michaela," he said softly, making me bristle with a mixture of anger and fear. "Must you make it worse with… this?" Michaela sighed and buried her face into my neck, and I wrapped my arms around her, trying to comfort her best I could in the situation. I could feel her shaking, and I knew she was trying to keep from crying. I could only stand there, for once completely helpless, as several men rushed into my home uninvited, and took her from me.

"No!" She screamed as they tore her away, finally giving up her attempt to hold her tears. "Please, no! Eileen! Eileen! No, God!"

"You gave up your right to call His name when you signed your soul to the devil, girl! Hold your tongue!" He hissed at Michaela, and I started to see red- how dare he do this? I tried to call up a spell, but they tied my hands, and I couldn't move a bit.

We were thrown in jail overnight, separated. I was too far away for her to hear me, as she was a mortal; even though every single thing she said was heard by me (although I could tell she thought I couldn't hear her). I attempted to bargain with the guards to move me closer, but they ignored me at best- at worst, kicked me in my face until I was bleeding and laughed at my helplessness. I got no food or drink, and while it didn't bother me that much, I could hardly bear the thought that Michaela was probably receiving the same treatment.

The next night, we were taken out and tied to a stake, back to back; and then Gast Kamui- the mayor- began a speech. I wasn't listening, though- simply fighting back the urge to start sobbing. I had gotten my sweetheart into this- if it wasn't for me, she'd be able to go on living. I couldn't believe I had taken her life when she had so much left in her life to do… I felt awful for having destroyed her like this. I continued to fight my increasingly close waves of tears.

"Michaela?"

"Yes, my love?"

"I'm sorry." As she grabbed my hand, I finally let go, trying to cry as quietly and still as I could, so that Michaela couldn't tell.

"Don't be," she said, and my throat froze. "If our fate is to die, then I regret nothing! I would rather die with you then live to be 100 without having ever met you." Even though her voice was so strong, I could hear her voice quivering as she cried with me. Hearing her tears, I suddenly felt burning hatred for everyone who I could see in front of me. Mayor Kamui, the one giving a speech about how what we had done was simply horrible; Judge Shion, the one who had decided we needed to die; Reverend Kagamine, who was condemning us to Hell even as we were about to be burned; and most of all, Marshall Hiyama, who had started this entire mess. I wanted them all to just die- they were the ones who needed to go to Hell! They were the ones who were killing innocent people for loving!

"-If they are to suffer an eternity in Hell, then let them start by burning together!" People applauded, and I glared at them as the fire at our feet ignited. I felt Michaela bristle in preparation for it, and she spoke to me.

"Make them suffer, my love," she half whispered, half hissed, into my ear. "I want them to suffer for condemning us. The judge, the mayor, the reverend, the marshal. They must all meet our fate." I could feel the heat of the flames now, as they ate the wood on their way towards us.

"As my love commands, so shall it be." The fire had started to eat at our feet, and I tried to focus, blocking out the pain. "Though our bodies burn and die, I release my evil eye." The flames were burning us up now, and I was fighting the urge to scream in pain. It was too hard to block out now, so I didn't, simply turning all my energy to finishing the spell. "A-and now t-th... t-that y-you have met mmm... m-my wrath, you'll wish..." I trailed off, unable to finish anymore, simply squeezing Michaela's hand as I waited to black out; knowing that as the curse was unfinished, we'd never move on, nor be able to go back. Now, we were stuck forever until the curse was finished.

Michaela roared in pain and rage, and it sounded so unlike her that I nearly questioned whether it really was her next to me- I knew it was, but to hear her like that was, to put it simply, terrifying. I flinched, my vision starting to go black…

"You have not seen the last of us!"