I got the okay from my Beta, Sara, to do this story. :)
Here ya go and I hope you like it! Oops! I should probably pull out the sumary!
A love that was never meant to be, a love that had to be bound in black fire and blood. Atem and Anzu, two forlorn hearts that loved each other made a pact with the darkness, sealing their souls together so that they could never be torn apart, but in return, they had to become Lord and Mistress of Darkness.
Their pact is now in danger. A group of friends is determined to stop the chaos that's broken the peace that they lived in. But as they get closer to shattering the pact, Atem and Anzu grow more desperate to try and stop them.
There ya go!
At the moment, I know the rating will be T, but it might or might not change, I don't know.
Disclaimer! I own NOTHING!
Bound
Prologue
Anzu Mazaki stood on the top of the stairs, hiding behind a large pillar as she listened to her lover and father fight.
"Please, just give me a chance, Mr. Mazaki!" Atem begged. His spiky tri-colored hair looked as though someone had run a hand through it many times, frustrated. His gray waist coat and black pants in complete disorder.
"I will not allow you, a Mutou, to touch my daughter!" a man snarled. He was slightly chubby, but still handsome. His hair was peppered with gray but one could tell he was trying to hide the gray with dye. His flashing blue eyes filled with anger and rage looked so out of place in the beautiful room around them.
Pure white marble floors fit for dancing and the walls a heavenly blue edged with silver. A chandelier with thousands and thousands of crystals hung from the ceiling. It had an icy beauty to it, but also a warm beauty, but now, with such hate in the air, it seemed only cold to Anzu.
"Sir, you know I would never harm her! My Father's actions are not my own, just as your hate is not your daughter's!" Atem snapped back.
Mr. Mazaki's face turned bright red then went to a shade of purple. "You Mutou's are all the same, get out of here before I call for my body guard to see you out." He snarled and turned away.
Atem's eyes widened in despair and he looked up to where Anzu was, who was giving him the same look. He turned to leave, slamming the doubled doors of the entrance of her house.
Trying to hold back the sob that was very close to breaking free, she hid her face with bother hands and let the sob go, since she could no longer hold it in. Her father came from behind her and patted her on the shoulder.
"Do not cry child, the fool has left."
Anger curled into her heart. She spun around, tears still pouring down, but there was not fear or sadness. "You dull-witted man! I love him and you think I am happy?" she cried.
Mr. Mazaki stepped back in shock. "You love him?"
"Yes, I do! Why do you take everything I love away from me?" she shouted. "Was Mother not enough? Must you cause me more pain by taking the man I love?"
Her father had recovered from the shock and yelled right back at her. "I didn't take your Mother, she-"
"Yes, you did! You should not have driven the carriage when you were drunk, but no! You had to drive! And now I am a motherless child who is not understood by her father at all!"
"Enough! I've already engaged you to the Duke of Bridgedale!"
"Against my will!" she screamed. "To a man who I do not love, to a man who does not love me!"
"There is no love in life!" her father spat.
"Yes there is," she snarled. The tears gone now. "But you refuse to see it because you're too dull to see it!" She spun around and ran to her room, her black velvet gown trailing after her.
She opened her door and locked it and then slammed on to her bed and sobbed into her pillow. Why? Why must she be forced to do this?
As night fell, so did her tears. Anzu wondered idly when they were doing to dry up. She got up and was about to change when she heard the sound of a small rock hitting her window.
Walking to it, she opened them up and looked down only to gasp in pleasure. "Atem! Why are you here?"
"To take you away from here, I have an idea, one that will keep up together, forever." He looked dead serious, so he probably wasn't joking.
"What should I wear?" she whispered down to him.
"Something close to a wedding dress."
"We're going to elope?" she asked, excitement rushed through her veins. He smiled up to her and nodded.
"That's the plan, my love, now please, hurry, we must get to our secret place, quickly!"
She nodded and turned around and went to her wardrobe and sifted through it until she found a white dress that she could put on easily and escape through the window. Stripping quickly, she threw the black velvet dress on her bed and pulled on the white dress that was sleeveless and hugged her torso.
The skirt pooled around her feet like most dresses did. Small diamonds and pearls were sewn into the skirt, it looked as though her dress had somehow captured the delicate snowflakes.
Anzu made sure nothing was missing and wrote a simple note explaining why she had to leave. Then she dropped to her knees and pulled out a strong and sturdy rope of sheets that she had stolen form many of the guest rooms in her house.
She ran to the window and dropped it down after she tied it securely to her bed post. "I'm coming down." She whispered out.
"Hurry, Anzu." Atem whispered in reply. She nodded and gripped the rope of sheets, begging that they held her as she slid down. After several heart clinching moments, she was safely with in Atem's arms.
They held each other for a few minutes, soaking in each other's presence. Finally, Atem broke the silence. "Come, we must hurry." He whispered, pulling her towards the forgotten garden that had once been taken care of by Anzu's mother.
"What are doing?" she asked.
He turned to her and smiled. "We're going to elope, pf course, but I'm going to add to it. Something that will make sure that our souls will forever be bound to each other."
Anzu's heart sang out in joy. "Really?"
He turned the into the hedge maze and easily made it to the center where a gazebo was. It was lit with candles and on the ground was a pentagram. She froze and turned to him. "Atem, what is the meaning of this? You would have us do witchcraft?"
He took a breath of air. "Yes, Anzu, I asked a witch if there was a way to bind souls forever, but she told me I cannot do this without your word. Anzu . . . the moment I set my eyes upon you in that ballroom two years ago I fell in love and so did you. I don't want to see you in anyone else's arms."
As much as the witchcraft disturbed her, she couldn't help but agree with him. Anzu didn't want to see another woman in his arms. Gathering her courage, she nodded. "Let's get this over and done with." She whispered and walked inside the pentagram.
He followed her and together, they got married by repeating lines from a book that Atem had gotten from the priest. When they were done, they started the ritual.
"What do we do?" she asked softly. Atem held up a finger and pulled out a heavy book. He flipped it open and searched for a few moments before he sent it to the side.
He took out two candles from his bag, one was lavender, her favorite color, and the other was crimson, his favorite color. Then he pulled out a decorative silver knife and placed it beside the candles.
"You only have to repeat what I say, that's all." He said softly. He pulled out a bottle of strangle black liquid and took a little bit and dabbed it on the candle wick. Then he lit it.
Anzu bit back a gasp as a black flame shot up from the wick. Taking a few breaths she watched as he raised the knife and cut his hand. He then handed her the knife.
She took it and let it slid across her palm, flinching as pain screamed up her arm. Atem held out his bleeding hand for hers. Anzu hesitated for only a few seconds before she joined her bloody hand with his.
Their joined blood dripped down to the center of the pentagram. When the blood hit the ground, Anzu felt a hum of energy surround her. Refusing to allow herself to chicken out, she continued to look into Atem's eyes. She knew, without a doubt, that they would never be together if this did not continue.
"I join my blood with Anzu Mazaki's so that I may bind myself to her and only her." Atem said. He nodded for her to repeat.
"I join my blood with Atem Mutou's so that I may bind myself to him and only him." The words fell like water from her mouth, flowing from her as if she were simple talking about something else instead of a ritual.
She noticed then that their candles had melted and were pooling together, the black fire had not done out though. "With the power of black fire and blood, I bind my soul to hers."
"With the power of black fire and blood, I bind my soul to his." She repeated. Suddenly, she felt her body tug a little as a light from within her left her body, floating in the middle where a candle that was mixed with her lavender candle and Atem's crimson candle.
A light came from Atem's chest as well, meeting hers. Anzu realized that she was seeing their souls! They both watched as their souls danced together before a ribbon of light from each of the glowing spheres tied themselves together.
Anzu then felt Atem's emotions as if they were her own, she felt the love he held for her alone and she couldn't help but cry. She discovered that tears were sliding down his face as well, the love that glowed in his eyes consumed her and she let her love for him consume him.
A complete candle now stood where there had once been two. Their souls returned to their bodies, but the feeling of closeness never disappeared. Suddenly the ground shook violently, making the candle tip over and the herbs to spill everywhere. A specter rose from the ground and looked at the two lovers.
"So," its voice hissed, the sound so inhuman that it pained their ears. "You have done the binding, but that witch gave you the wrong book I see."
"What do you mean?" Anzu gasped and gripped Atem's hand.
"She simply gave you the wrong book, human. But, I will not ask the price from you since you both truly did the binding for love. You must become the Lord and Mistress of Darkness, with it comes eternal beauty and youth, but you must cause chaos, or else the magic will backfire on you." The specter warned.
"Is there a way we can stay bonded without having to be . . ."
"There is a way," the specter mused. It raised its hand and the ground shook again, this time, in the center of the gazebo now stood a fountain of blood. It had four basins staring from the top to the bottom. At the very top stood a crystal heart, it started to glow brightly and a tune of sadness started to fill the air.
It was relaxing at the same time, but Anzu could hear the sadness in it. "This can be it."
"I don't understand." She said.
"Someone, to stop you both from causing chaos, has to destroy the fountain, but it they destroy the crystal heart, your bond it broken." The specter disappeared in whisper of wind, leaving the two lovers shocked.
Anzu turned to Atem and looked to him for answers but the area around her made her attention shift. Her home was now a gothic castle that was surrounded by a high wall of rock. She ran to the wall and climbed up to see the village that she had traveled to as a mere child.
But now . . . now she only wanted to be safe within the castle, away from the living. Atem stood beside her and held on to her closely. "Somehow," he whispered. "We'll be free again.
She nodded and buried her face in his chest as he stared out at the world.
So, do you guys like it? I guess you could call it my horror series. *shrugs*
Hope you like!
