Winged Eternal

Jadecoyote

Rated: M (violence)

( Lyrics are Dark Wings by Within Temptation)

Why was I one of the chosen ones?
Until the fight I could not see
The magic and the strength of my power
It was beyond my wildest dreams

When she woke up she heard the faint tinkling noise of a music box next to her head. Turning her head slightly she gazed at the wax ballerina pivoting on the metal pike,turning around as the song played. Her sapphire blue eyes watched it as she let out a deep breath, feeling greatly frightened swelling in her breast. Melinda could only stare at it since she was on a stained white table, the manacle around her wrists and ankles. She had been there, well she didn't know how long she had been there. Turning her eyes from it she raised her head a bit and saw that her clothing had been changed. Melinda was dressed in a long white dress with pink ribbons, with lace. A thumping noise made her tear her eyes away from what she was wearing and tried to find the location.

"Hello?" she called out trying to keep the trembling out of her voice. Swallowing hard she felt the weariness in her limbs as someone seemed to be coming her way. It was Bo who walked over to her, a sinister smile upon his lips.

"Your finally awake Miss. Melinda" he crooned as tears splashed down her face only sensing the worst from him. She tried to move her legs, but they felt numb and painful though she knew that she wasn't wounded, but she knew that this man could hurt her. It seemed that looks could be decieving since he had looked like a nice guy, but that was an illusion. Bo removed his gaze from her face hearing the song of the wax music box and lifted it up, staring at it with almost a look of disbelief. Turning it side to side it attled the small box inside that caused the music. Holding it in his hand he turned toward the entrace.

Dark wings they are descending
See shadows gathering around
One by one they are falling
Every time they try to strike us down

"VINCENT!" he yelled in a voice as loud as possible. In a moment the other the other came, the one that Melinda had seen for only a moment.

"What is this doing down here?" Bo asked in a serious tone of voice. Vincent's dark eyes seemed to look over the music box then up at his brother, but he did not answer his brother's answer. Bo gave him a scathing expression and looked at Melinda who laid there, just watching. He seemed disappointed that she didn't scream and didn't beg like all of the other victims, well none of the victims had lived this long. Glaring at Melinda then Vincent he walked away taking the music box with him. Finally Melinda's eyes settled on the distorted face of Vincent. Silently she gazed at him for a moment, but her expression wasn't filled with fear or worry, though she could sense that her death would soon come.

"V..Vincent.." she said in a stuttering voice, causing him to look at her with his black eyes. Her heart was beating faster and faster able to see the bloody instruments Vincent.

"D..Did you create eveything here?" she asked maybe she would be able to get to him and he would be able to understand her. Maybe he would let her go even though his brother seemed intent on harming her. Her question was just answered with a grunt and a shake of his head. It seemed rare that this one spoke, the polar opposite of his brother it seemed. Raising a brow in question he left to her disappointment. Melinda was only left there for a moment and held out a picture of his mother and the framed newsclipping. Melinda read the clipping and would have smile if she wasn't in the situation she was in.

"Oh its your mother who started it. You have her talent when it comes to wax. Was the music box for me?" she asked softly and Vincent nodded his head quickly.

"Well its beautiful.." she said and then tugged on the manacles slightly, tears starting to sting her eyes. Vincent reached out and undid the manacles in a uncharacteristic way. Slowly she sat up, but the fear was still lingering on her face. Rubbing her wrists she watched him very carefully knowing that he could still harm her. Melinda jumped when Vincent raised something close to her thinking that he was going to cut her throat since it was obvious that he was going to kill her. Instead she looked out of the corner of her eyes she saw it was a brush he was holding. With great care he ran the bristles of the brush through her long flaxen hair in a soothing way. Letting out a deep breath she felt tears rolling down her pale cheeks. He kept up the motion and stood close to her, noticing her repulse when looking at him. It almost felt warm as he brushed her hair that was matted due to the fact she had been laying on the table. Melinda had a calm expression as she reached out and touched his wax cheek. Vincent gave a crooked smile and leaned forward and his lips,lightly touched hers, causing her to to gasp softly.

Before Melinda knew what happened or could react to this endearing motion pain filled her whole body, galvinizing her as she let out a pained scream against his lips. Her limbs and muscles contracting in pain. Letting out a deep breath a knife had been shoved into her back. Vincent raised his black eyes seeing Bo, over Melinda's shoulder. The knife had been thrust through the muscle right next to her spine. Pools of blood stained the dress, and trailed down along her buttocks and over the table. The world was spinning as Vincent let out a sound like a wounded animal.

"I should have known you fancied her, but she would have left. Shes a worthless girl that deserves to die" Bo said in a cold tone of voice. Melinda's head fell back and her last sight was Vincent as he placed a hand on her forehead. Blood pooled into her mouth causing her breathing to constrinct, she was drowning in her own blood. The last sound she could hear was Vincent's wailing.

Don't you die on me
You haven't made your peace
Live life, breathe, breathe
Don't you die on me
You haven't made your peace
Live life, breathe, breathe

Fire licked the walls of the wax house and the scent of melting wax surrounded Vincent as he fought to dispatch those who had invaded his space, but the upperhand was lost upon him. A knife hit him and the wax ground seemed to open up and he fell through it. His breath was rapid as he landed in the lower level, what was before his eyes he saw the statue that he held dearest toward it. It was of a woman dressed in a stitched white dress, that had been cleaned up from the sin. The wax statue was positioned with arms open as if looking to embrace, the expression strange, yet dead. Raising his hand he reached to touched Melinda. Before he could drag himself he died, the fire engulfing them.

As they took your soul away
The night turned into the day
Blinded by your rays of life
Give us the strength we needed

Author's note: Sorry this took so long. College does that to you. Anyway this only has two chapters because if it went on too long it would be out of character.