2. Shot in the Dark

Genre: Romance/Drama/Fantasy/AU/Angst/Idon'tevenknowwhatthisis

Rating: M for some sexy tiems and character death in a very non-lethal way, I promise. Pinky promise. That's sacred, you know. (And no, it's not what you just thought of, either, sick, sick reader. Or was it just me? Moving on…)

I've been left out alone

Like a damn criminal

I've been praying for help

'Cause I can't take it all

I'm not done

It's not over

In the middle of the night, the wooden cottage stood still observing the quiet village down in the valley, haunted by dark spirits circling it and trying to possess all living things. Yet the atmosphere inside was surprisingly pleasant; fire was cracking in the fireplace, sending its tiny spark messengers out to comfort and warm its creator and her tabby cat companion as a gesture of gratitude. There was a subtle knock on the door, interrupting the woman's prayers. Not urgent, not menacing, but it attracted enough attention for her to recognize her visitor. It was a friend. A very good friend.

As soon as the door opened, the two women's eyes met, and they stared at each other speechlessly in astonishment before their lips clashed in a deep, passionate kiss that made both the flame in their hearts and the hearth burst. Allison stumbled backwards and her back hit the wall, but she didn't care. She was entirely focused on her knightess in glossy armor, whose touch felt like fireworks and tasted like sweet melting snowflakes; almost electrifying. She moaned as the other tore off her dress and grazed Allison's neck with her lips and positioned her leg between her thighs.

What they were doing, they didn't know. All they knew was that they were breaking every single rule of God's will and they would be punished, that they would both rot and fry in hell for all eternity for the grave sins they had committed against Him, willingly. They succumbed to their deepest desires; their weakness. They deserved to be banished. There was no place in the kingdom of heaven for ones such as themselves.

Now I'm fighting this war

Since the day of the fall

And I'm desperately

Holding on to it all

But I'm lost

I'm so damn lost

At the same time, they were aware they had no one to blame but themselves, and they did. Allison was ashamed that she wasn't strong enough to push Remy away. Remy was ashamed of not being able to stop her hands from caressing the blonde's breasts. But in the end, all that mattered was there and then, the frightening, foreign feeling of belonging and righteousness.

Until Allison felt the scars on Remy's back. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Why did they have to do that to you?" she asked, even though it was more of a rhetorical question. She knew the answer very well.

In the blink of an eye

I can see through your eyes

As I'm lying awake

I'm still hearing the cries

And it hurts

Hurts me so bad

The brunette lifted her chin with a light touch and looked into her eyes meaningfully. "Thou art not to blame."

Her gaze was met only with confusion and fear. "Why hath the Lord forsaken us?"

Allison buried her head in the crook of Remy's neck. She still didn't let the tears escape. She wasn't sure of anything, whether she was alive or dead, whether all this had a purpose, but she felt poisoned and she felt the poison spread into her heart. Remy kissed her forehead and caressed the golden locks of her hair soothingly. "How is it wrong to act on desire when we be both suffocating from it, when it harmeth no one?" she whispered to herself.

And I'm wondering why

I still fight in this life

'Cause I've lost all my faith

In this damn bitter strife

And it's sad

It's so damn sad

They held each other for a long time, together yet alone with their thoughts. Just as they were beginning to forget shattered fragments of their troubles, the door burst open once again, this time by force, as entire pack of guards rushed in with swords and pikes.

"Here the witches reside!" spoke a villager amidst the lake of metal giants.

"What is thy bidding, Sir Chaseton?" a soldier asked as the two women stood frozen.

"Let them burn!"

'Cause your soul is on fire

A shot in the dark

What did they aim for

When they missed your heart?

Their hands were tied, their necks were strangled, and their feet numb. The light of the bonfire pierced the twilight's thousand eyes in a ruthless duel, but no cries could be heard; not once until the morning.

I feel you fading away

I feel you fading away

Cameron woke up with a jerk, breathing heavily. She squinted at the sunlight and looked around in panic, confused by the sudden reality shift. She wasn't in pain. She was alive! Moreover, she found her lover sprawled across the bed, sound asleep and snoring quietly. She let out a huge sigh of relief before lying back down and snuggling up to the slumbering doctor.

"Call off thy troops, this one's mine," she mumbled as she embraced Remy from behind and went back to sleep.

I breathe underwater

It's all in my hands

What can I do?

Don't let it fall apart

A shot in the dark


Author's Posthumous Note: Is it just me, or is anyone else thrilled – and disturbed – by the possibility that somehow, somewhere, in a slightly different time (I was thinking 15.-16. century England), this story… may have happened?

Also, I stole a line (the good one) from The L Word. I know, I'm lame, but I just, I liked it so much! I apologize deeply for such plagiarism and my own inability to form coherent sentences. ;_;

I realize the early modern English bits sound terribly awkward in the middle of 21th century style sentences, but it sounded like a good idea… And after all the websurfing it took me to make those up correctly, I refuse to delete them, lol.