Neon Genesis Evangelion - A Gothic Romance
Prologue
I can feel her blood in my hands.
Funny really, how fate works. For my whole life I've looked for something, only to have it taken away from me – by my father no less – right when I find it. Of course, you could also say that what I was looking for was right in front of my eyes the entire time.
I feel her warm, familiar weight on my lap, her ragged breathing clear in my ears. I looked at her face, a beautiful porcelain color, even near death. Her blood red eyes stared back at me, capturing me with her gaze. It's almost hypnotic. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. For the first time, I can honestly say I believe that.
I can see a myriad of emotions in those red depths. Pain, sorrow, regret, anger… and love.
She smiled at me, one of the few she's ever given. She looks angelic, a far cry of what she really is. Some more blood spews out of her mouth as she coughs again, the drops flying onto the pale white gown she's wearing. Some of the red liquid hits her face, splashing onto her azure colored hair.
In a strange way, I find her even more beautiful than ever before, her lifeblood splattered over her perfect body.
I can feel it stirring inside me. That primal force rushing over and over in my head, a red wall of rage and anger building up. My eyes flashed, changing from their normal sky blue into a deep crimson color, much like the eyes of the beautiful maiden in my lap. I feel the changes starting to take over.
I fight down this urge… this urge for blood and death… the blood and death of the one behind me, who was laughing in triumph.
I look towards her, savoring every moment that I have left with her.
Many would now foolishly speak words of comfort and such, but I know better, and she knows better. She knows that she was dying and that nothing could stop it short of the intervention of God.
But why would God save the very thing he had damned?
I felt her hand upon my cheek; her seemingly delicate fingers softly stroking my face. I grasp that hand, intertwining my finger with hers, feeling the last of her warmth as it slowly and steadily left her. I can see her mouth moving, her lips twitching in movement. She wants to say something to me. I lowered my free hand and stroked her soft hair soothingly. She smiles at me again, for the last time.
She tries to speak once again, but her soft lips failed to form words. I know what she wants to say. She wants to apologize once more, but I've already forgiven her. She was what I had looked for my entire life – and she knew it all along – but she had waited until now to tell me.
In a sense, I understand perfectly. I don't know what I would have done if she had told me earlier. Of course, I would've never hurt her intentionally, but sometimes, we do things without thinking of the consequences or of what impact our actions would have on others.
If only she wasn't dying… if only I wasn't so naïve as to ignore my true nature… if only I had killed him before…
If only my father had not forsaken me so.
I scream inside, knowing that I was foolish as to ever trust that bastard of a man, that man who was a shell of his former self.
My rage returns twofold now, boiling my blood in anger and hate. I feel my senses heightening as the changes start, but I managed to stop the transformation at its present state. I can hear every little thing around me now, the beating of our hearts, the breathing of my beloved and the crackle of flames being most dominant. I can also smell the blood around me, the fragrance of her hair, the sweetness of her skin and I can smell him standing behind me. I could hear him breathing heavily, his ragged breath intruding upon my last moments with my beloved.
I place a hand on the cheek of my love's face, gently stroking her smooth skin with my thumb. I see the last of her strength leaving her now, her eyes in the process of glazing over. I lowered my lips onto hers in a chaste kiss, feeling her soft lips on mine. Her cooling flesh provided a contrast to the inferno around me.
She breaks the kiss, sighing softly as gazes at me before she gave one last breath, her head falling limply against me, her eyes glazing over in death. I bite back a sob as I run my hand over her face, closing her eyes, unable to bear looking into her now empty eyes. I let the wave of sorrow and anger take over me now, the dam to my rage destroyed as she died.
I gently place her on the floor as I stood up. My pupils narrowed into slits as the transformation started again – this time I embraced it wholly. My teeth took on a sharper form, my canine teeth growing even longer and sharper than the rest. I felt my hands change, my nails changing into razor sharp claws, capable of slicing through even metal. I felt a hot, flaring pain as leathery bat wings suddenly sprouted out of my back.
I turned around to see her killer… her murderer. The person I would enjoy ripping apart piece by piece. I would make sure none of his dirty blood touched my beloved.
I looked into his eyes, seeing hate, rage, loathing, surprise… and most of all, I saw fear. He was afraid of me like he should be. I enjoyed the great look of surprise and fear that took over his face and I would enjoy killing him slowly even if he was my father for he had committed the worst possible sin; the death of my beloved.
There would be hell to pay…
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A/N: I changed some subtle things, though I doubt anyone remembers.
