Disclaimer: I don't own Princess Tutu or the song, "Will you Remember", by The Cranberries

Summary: (Kreahe-centric)A dark avian wanders in the night. Oneshot songfic set to a song by The Cranberries. Enjoy

Beautiful Monster

Mythos…why do you torture me so…?

The night enveloping the town was almost as dark and cold as she felt. Almost. As the dark Princess wandered aimlessly through the streets, her thoughts only became more muddled, and the hatred she held onto as tightly as her delusion of love increased.

Will you remember the dress I wore?
Will you remember my face?
Will you remember the lipstick I wore?
This world is a wonderful place.

How can you not love me…?

How COULD he love her? After all, she, a raven as black and shady as a moonless night, was nothing compared to the swan, a creature of pure beauty and light… NO! She WAS something; she was MORE than that pathetic bird! So how could he choose the swan instead? Was it her beauty? No…

Will you remember the black limousine?
Will you remember champagne?
Will you remember the things that we've seen?
I will return here again.

What do you see in her…?

No, when it came to the other Princess, she knew exactly what it was. Her purity. Her persistence. No matter how he reacted to her constant aid in their mutual quest, be it good or bad or even unresponsive, she never faltered in her side. Even though she knew she would never be able to reap the benefits, emotional or physical, once the ordeal was over. Even when she, the raven, had tried to steal her Prince away once more, the other had even shown concern for her. The swan was a wingless angel, destined for eternal loneliness. So did that mean that she, the raven, was a feathery demon, meant to have whatever she wanted, the way every princess should live?

Will you remember the flowers in my hand?
Will you remember my hair?
Will you remember the future we planned?
The world is not waiting out there.

If you won't love me, I will make you love me…!

Of course not. Because in every story, in every tale, the demon was a heartless monster who was vanquished. Sometimes, the demon started off as a human, but suffered a terrible curse, for whatever reason, forcing them to serve the one who cursed them until they were killed by the hero despite their inner innocence. She was born a monster, though. And the curse she suffered was not of the type seen in stories. It was not something that could be reversed. Because Mythos would always love the angel, and no one else. Not even her. Because she was a monster. But it wasn't her fault…was it?

I won't remember the dress I wore.
I won't remember champagne.
I won't remember the things that we swore.
I will just love you in vain.

Even if you become nothing more than a doll…

Was it her fault that the ones around her were in so much anguish when she was around? Was it? Was it her fault the pure princess was questioning love even more so than usual? Was it her fault the knight was questioning duty as of late? And what of her love? Was it her fault he was always in pain, his eyes no longer shining as they once had?

Will you remember?
Will you recall?
Will you remember?

My little broken doll…

She looked up, unaware of her location. A door? Oh, right, her room. She gently padded across the worn floorboards to her bed, then paused. There, in the shining surface of the mirror, was the monster. Eyes lined with violet, lips with crimson. Hair held up like the feather of a crow. Nails as sleek and long as talons. Garments silky and black as feathers. And eyes as shallow and deep as a river of blood.

How could the prince deny such beauty?