Hello~
Well, I still can't believe that I'm here eventually. Don't ask, since I can't even bring myself to remember the reason why. But I guess, it's mostly because I've been into this manga lately (Actually, it's Zero I'm into), and blame DGM hiatus -sighs-
Anyway, I don't really have anything to say, considering this was the first time I ever tried writing something this serious, and you might have a lot of things to complain after reading it. Even though I actually made a success in Humor, I love to write Angst and Tragedy still. Hence I bring you my first attempt in this kind of writing. It might be my last, who knows? -chuckles-
Also I feel like warning you that I'm an artist, or trying to be one, not a writer, so don't expect too much XD
Though I would be very appreciated if you took a little of your precious time to read and review.
Thank you~
[To Teacher: Click to my penname - Julye loves Lavi - to go to my profile and get my Email Address. I knew I was right and you were not!]
- I n f e c t u s . C a r m e n – A n . U n f i n i s h e d . S o n g -
Summary:
As he the cold darkness turned to vanish into thin air, the sunshine herself came to the point of shattering into pieces. The rain would cease, the mist would fade, but the pain would forever remain in her immortality. Believing their love could see them through in death, the death that do them not part, she would choose to stay still, or to slip away? Zero x Yuuki.
Warning in this chapter: (and this whole story so far)
Angst. Very depressing. Happy ending? I'll think about it.
Messy, lame, complicated, and disappointing?
Horror and Supernatural in later chapters (Because the authoress freaking loves Supernatural and Ghost stories!)
Poetic. Well, that's what all of my friends told me, I don't even know if it can count as a warning.
ZeroYuuki, as the summary has mentioned. Not their supporter, not gonna blame me since it's obviously not my fault for disappointing you.
A bit random Latin. Because I love it!!!!! It might not be correct though, -coughcough- since I've learned it all by myself...
Word Count: 2,915
Disclaimer:
Lavi: Jul-chan doesn't own Vampire Knight nor anything but me. After stealing me from Hoshino-sensei that is. -grins-
Jul: Right! -runs away from rabid fangirls-
Okay here goes~
1 - L u m i n a r i u m . a n d . A c e r b u s
(Light and Dark)
There is no miracle greater than love. As ordinary as love can be sometimes, or as sublime as it seems in other moments. On the contrary, it is no difficult to discover the other side standing behind its sweet sweet facade, the most deeply unsaid painful mystery as love itself. No words are powerful enough to bring up the revelation in what is said, and what is not said, but truly felt. Of pain and sorrow.
Of contrast.
And blend.
Dancing slowly off the moonlit snow, the wind swept pleasure through her lovely auburn locks and made its way forward, adoring her beauty enjoyably. The night would blow away traces of everything but her. No matter how dark the night, she still shined. She always would.
She was the light.
Dark auburn hair going past delicate shoulders, highlighting those gorgeous crimson-amber eyes which always seemed to reflect the burning beauty of the world on their owns. Having born for the snow as her name it was, her possession of the kindest and selfless heart along with her prettiness had brought on a great undeniable jealousy of the Ice Queen who covered the Earth with a breathtaking cloak and her freezing hell.
Even the King of the Night wanted to have her.
No one else could know, no longer did she stand alone under that velvet moon. Not anymore, ever since that fateful day had come to her life. The night she had met a hollow soul. Reluctantly and painfully, he walked into her nameless world, the silver haired boy whose tortured amethystus eyes filled with burning hatred and body covered in blood and blood and blood. Blood that his very dear family had shed in front of his helpless eyes because of that woman. Blood that had been sucked out of his body, drop by drop, leaving his almost lifeless husk laying in a pool of his own red liquid, his soul already voided. Blood that had dripped on his name, bringing a forever cruel oath to the rest of his entire cursed life.
Blood that had tainted his wounded soul, crept into his beautiful orbs and promised to lacerate them, to replace them, to fill their faded color with the crimson that had dyed his damned life in sickening red and endless tears…
Blood that had shackled him to the cruelty of the dark night…that had sent him from emptiness to nothingness, as the lowest inferior night creature forevermore as he himself had become…
He was the dark.
And nothingness was his own name.
Passing through a thousand dark moons, passing through her truly undisguised, glowing fascination as the way she was, and going further apart from his deeply grim self-loathing and the incontestable state of a sinful immortal creature, extraordinarily breathtakingly beautiful was never good enough to refer to him and his beauty. Tall, shapely and well-built figure with pale white skin wearing an emotionless expression hidden under heavenly vivid silver locks were far more than any day dreaming girl could ever wish of their imaginary hero. Nonetheless, all of those things just happened to show their reverence to the most glorious eyes in the world. Moonstone lavender mirrors, despite the great hatred burning inside with no attempt of hiding nor burying, always seemed to hold every single piece of the tempting icy cold. Even the bloody crimson hue that had been taking over his humanity day by day could not even drown the hypnotic glamor of those amethystus violet jewels.
Like her allure, his charm was also guilelessly indescribable.
If her dark amber windows of soul were filled with love and warmth of the Sun, his owns were silver cages that holding nothing but hate and hate and hate and frosty tears that he forever refused to shed.
Hate for the Queen of Night, who had always wanted and needed and desired. Him, his blood, his damnation and his eyes of hatred, detestation and resentment that all belonged to her, the Queen of Insanity, and her only.
Hate and hatred.
Loathing and resentment.
Blood and gore.
Like the ironic fate had been settled from the very beginning, the existence of her the Light and her enchanted beauty and warmest heart was destined to embrace him the Dark and his broken soul, to melt the long forgotten frozen moonstones of amethyst and wipe away all of those unswallowed, frosty tears from his beautiful face.
Her existence was for him and only him.
And the young innocent girl had been bonded to the boy's doomed life from that day forward. It was their curse.
His curse.
In four years.
Four years of sorrow, misery, loneliness, solitariness…
Of struggling and fighting and almost losing all alone in that living hell.
Of fear and tears and blood and self-restraint.
Of pain and pain and pain…
Every single second passed by had been becoming the worst of his hellish never-ending nightmare, and step by step, shoving him closer and closer to the opening cold Gate of Hell that had always been waiting for the day to eat up the rest of his humanity and making him become one of its own detestable creatures.
Every single day went by had been an irresistibly losing battle of the painful struggle within, and he knew better than most that he was losing it.
Even though he would break through all of his strength and his very last breath at the very last moment just to resist and fight back, he knew he was still going to lose it.
Faster than a blink of time. Sooner than his thoughtful tortured mind could ever reach.
That was enough.
Four year long was all too much.
Being by his side all the time beings, nevertheless, she had got to know nothing. Surely, it was not her to blame since all of his long-term suffering had been no concern of hers, and she didn't deserve to get all worked up over such impure things of himself, did she? It wasn't worth it, and really, she should never have gotten her hand on this kind of dirty things, just as she did.
But she did.
Somehow, he couldn't help but wonder, just wonder, that whether he should call her a stubborn and crazed idiot for risking her dear life for the hell of a disgusting beast such as himself, or consider her as his very precious guardian angel that was Heaven sent to his damned life, in order to pull him away from his bottomless hole of grief and sorrow.
He wondered whether he should be angry at her for getting herself into so much of troubles, his unsolvable troubles, or deeply grateful for her always being silly and persistent enough to insist on staying by his side in spite of all the forthcoming dangers which always seemed to aim at him and his already messy so-called life.
But most of all, he wondered how come he could allow her to do those things and let her come closer and closer to his shielded world than anyone ever could while he hadn't been supposed to do so in the first place.
At all.
Why did the Beauty just have to care so much for the Beast?
He just couldn't understand.
And maybe, maybe he would never understand.
Considering this angel in disguise being dogged and all was just an obviously unconvincing lie he was trying to put up so as to hide something inside that he couldn't even define exactly.
But little did he know that was, in that selfless heart of hers stood an enigma of the absolute. She was not insane, nor too blind to understand what she had been trying to do. In a sense, she had been no different from any normal girl.
Like them, she had grown up in her little own world, dreaming of a Great Prince Charming roamed the blue blue skies above as though waiting for the right moment to show up in life, her dreaming beautiful life, snatch her up and carry her away from a world full of dangers and grief and shrouded gloom, to one of eternal bliss.
We'd been dreaming for so long, but who can deny?
So she had dreamed and dreamed and dreamed. Unlike others, her Prince Charming wasn't far far away from any fairy tale but right beside her. He was right there, always and always, by her side, not merely a Prince of a figment but a King, a real powerful King, and her dearest Savior.
She had always loved him and still she had kept dreaming and dreaming her little dream, waiting and waiting for what she couldn't quite understand and give credit for.
Yet, being side by side with the tortured soul, she still had loved her dark-haired Charming King.
The King of the cruel Night.
And she always had. Or at least she had thought so, until that night.
Another twisting, bloody night as the cruel fate suddenly wanted to continue the merciless game that once had been set for the beautiful silver-haired ex-human. The game of blood and sins that had cost him his humanity.
He had lost it. Eventually.
After four whole year long of nothing but the worst nightmare that even scared the Devils to death.
That had been all too much.
Too much for a broken soul to hurdle.
The dark himself could no longer restrain it, his strength of human was fading away, never coming back.
He had lost it, the already losing battle from the beginning. To himself. He had no choice but to give in.
As the Dark reached out to taste for the first time the sweet sweet precious red liquid running through that soft, delicate flesh of the Light, Heaven and Hell came crashing to each other and the unforgivable sin was condemned.
Silently, yet faster than a speed of lightning, the Light was nothing but immediately and completely out of her seemed endless sweet dreams and there she stood, wide-eyed and shocked and hurt and hurt and hurt.
Not for herself.
But him and only him.
Just as before. Just as always.
It hurt her so much seeing him like this. It hurt her so much not realizing a single of pain he had always been suffering in such a long long time, all alone. It hurt her so much…just knowing that it hurt him was more than enough to shove her into a hole of lances and spears.
It hurt her so much just because she didn't even know why it hurt.
Out of dream. Out of order.
No more daydreaming of the King. No more daydreaming of the oh-so-white and wedded bliss. All she could ever cared at this very moment was just him and only him, the same boy who had taken his first hesitant step into her life, with the same ceaseless sorrow and torment. No, it was way much more than she had ever seen before. Those same tortured orbs were now covered with creepy scarlet every time the beast within stirred up, amethyst still holding so tight the deep hatred for so long ago, but adding some more colorless pieces of bloodlust and great self-disgust and loathing and unhidden resentment and icy indifference.
And yet again, the bloody tears he still insisted on swallowing.
She just couldn't take it anymore.
No, she was not going to stay here and watch and stare and gaze and be nothing but a perfect onlooker as he was slipping away from her. She was going to save him, to be his guardian angel and stay by his side forever.
Forever.
And then all Hell broke loose again as the tainted Light and the wounded Dark one more time committed the unforgivable sin and earned another deadly sentence by blending themselves in the pool of sinful blood.
And at that moment, the Dark Knight knew he had fallen…
To be continued?
This is the first chapter of the prologue. I did intend to write it in only one chapter, but it was getting outta my hand, so I decided to lengthen it to 3, before getting onto the story. Or 4, I dunno~
Well, I don't even know if I can continue this story, though I'm done with chapter 2. Care to tell me?
And sorry for those Latin, I just felt like using it. As you can see my English is not perfect at all, so critics are welcomed. Flames? Hm, I don't think so...(but if ya hate me that much, go ahead XD)
Anyway, thank you so much for taking your precious time to read this (lame) story. It's my first attempt after all, and to get it done, I had to depress myself to get inspiration. So, review to make me feel better?
~Julye