Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (Except for the girl... kind of).
A/N: I wrote this after watching the movie (Which was ok) I think that Blackheart is beat up on to much though. This is my attempt as 'romance'
He looked at her, something about her made his blood boil. Her eyes caught his, orbs of black with what looked like a thin sheen of violet. Her blue-black hair shone iridescently in the sliver of light coming from the moon.
"Who are you?" He hissed pushing her up against a wall. She smiled.
"Blackheart, you disappoint me."
"Who are you?" He repeated. She used her leg to push him back.
"No one," she said softly. He picked her up and her face began to blue. Moment's passed and nothing happened.
"You can't kill me Blackheart."
"How do you know my name?" He dropped her.
"I know everything," she saids walking towards him. He is the one up against a wall this time.
"You're going to fail Blackheart," she hissed. "You will be defeated this time. Abandon your quest."
She dropped him. He hit the floor, dust swirling around him.
"How do you know?" He was no longer in his human form.
"Come now, you couldn't tell?" She kicked him. "Fight back, Blackie. Or are you afraid?" She kicked him again.
"Why can't I hurt you?" He asked.
"Because I am you." She straddleed him. "I'm the part of you that you let go." Her long slender fingers wrapped around his neck, her nails scraped against the wood floors. The sun peeked over the horizon, lighting the dingy one room shack. He wreathed against the floor, trying to pull away from her grasp. The sun hit her hair, the black fading to silver-blue. Her eyes lost the dark sheen, and became brilliant violet. Her pallid skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. She trembled, tears streaming down her face. She let go of his neck, allowing herself to fall into him.
"Give up Blackheart. You can't save me, or make this world a place for you and I," She whispered against his chest. "It's to late. He will kill you."
She shimmered, like glitter under light. And then she was gone.
Blackheart touched his face, her tears sticking to his fingers. He licked his lips, the lingering taste of pomegranates coating them. His nostrils flared, her scent invading his senses. After all these years, she still smelled like ginger.
He would avenge her.
His life did not matter.
"I'm coming." And he faded into shadow.
