Tremble For My Beloved
::Chapter One; Prologue::
Author Notes: Hey guys, this is the original Hiei story i've been working on besides My Own Prison. I hope you like, and please let me know what you think. I worked super hard on this particular story, so i hope you enjoy.
I always kind of figured that if I were going to die, it would be because of something stupid. Like, being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or, watching something you really didn't want to watch, and now you helplessly go into the witness protection program where you get caught and killed anyways because the marshals suck at their job. However, back then, I don't think I could have ever imagined dying like this.
For one thing, it was strangely cold. Moment before, it was blistering hot outside, but down here…wherever here was…might as well been an ice cave. I could literally see a blue tint to my skin, though I hardly cared about that. I hardly cared about how loud my teeth chattered, how numb I felt, though I must admit it was not all because of how cold it was.
I knew doing this was going to save him. And as long as he was saved, I'm perfectly okay with it. As long as he can live, he can breathe, he can be. I frowned slightly. No, I was right, I could not imagine being in a world where he did not exist. My breathing was ragged, and I could tell the freezing air wasn't doing any good on my wounds. Though I was glad to not have to deal with sweat dripping into them. They were huge, and deep, and covered most of my body. Though I hardly noticed that.
I wasn't sure what I was doing here. All I know was that Demeter wanted me here. Wanted me dead. Wanted me to suffer. How could I not comply, if it meant saving my beloved? Saving the beautiful life that was his, whether he believed it or not.
My days went by endlessly, as did my nights. I did not sleep. I only sat, and thought of my happy memories with him. Even when Demeter's little minions were punishing me, I was in my happy place. I could only vaguely feel them hitting, stabbing, whipping, or even touching me. It didn't matter. I was thinking of him. I wasn't sure how long I could continue it though. I was so tired.
On this particular night, it was extra cold. My lips felt cracked, and I knew they were blue. I knew I probably had freezer burn, as I've said for probably the millionth time, I didn't care. As of now, I could almost feel the warmth radiating from his ski. His crimson eyes as they stared back into my bright cerulean ones. I could almost touch his skin. I could almost feel his hair in my hands, the sweet smell of his breath. I could almost feel him sitting next to me, whispering to me.
I sat alone and cold in that place. A breath escaped me, as I begun to tremble for my beloved.