OK guys, this chapter took forever and I'm terribly sorry about that. It's a bit short but thats because of the next chapter. Its also a bit dark so be warned, there is blood and violence.
Chapter X (Lavi's POV)
Gramps looked angry, if it was directed at me, I didn't know. I didn't even know if he was actually angry, I just wanted to go back to sleep. It seemed like Gramps wasn't going to let that happen very soon.
"I told you she shouldn't be in here!" Yes, he had said that, but I didn't see the problem. "You've hardly slept at all!" I wondered if this was his way of expressing worry, certainly he wasn't worried. After all, I was just a blot of ink on paper. I started to protest, but he wouldn't let me. "Just go to sleep and we'll talk when your thinking straight." I was thinking straight! Albeit slowly, but very certainly straight. I thought he wanted to talk to me? So why was he telling me to go to sleep now?!
"If you wanted to talk to me in the first place, why don't you do it now?" I had a point, I think. "I'm ready anytime you are, we can do it now if you want." I just wanted it to be over, I was sick of being sick. Gramps glared at me.
"You aren't ready yet, we'll do it tomorrow." That was quick, was he done already? Why wasn't I ready yet? Maybe he didn't want me to go through with this, I had to. Life would not be life anymore if I just clung to the time that remained. Gramps turned to leave and I laid back down. I was too tired to argue anymore, sleep would be a welcome relief. I wished Lenalee were back in the room, I was hot but getting up made me dizzy. I shrugged off my jacket and felt the familliar ache of being hot and cold at the same time.
The creaking of floorboards alerted me of someone else's presence. I looked around, but someone, probably Gramps, had turned the light off. I wanted to go back to sleep but my mind was now fully awake and the darkness did not come. Laughter split the silence, shrill and piercing. An overwhelming sense of dread spread through my limbs. Erratic whispers wove their way into my head.
"He's back. Can we have him this time?" The whispers belonged to a monster that I could not describe, a mass of darkness.
"Yes, you can have him." The first voice laughed. It was as though someone turned on a light just then. The darkness receded to the corners of an all too familliar place. "Go ahead, take him." I saw myself, my other self; the monster. "Take him! Kill him! Destroy him! Erase him!" More whispers joined the chant from the shadows. I was in my exorcist uniform in the middle of forty-eight other of 'me'. The circle parted to reveal Lenalee. Horror made my blood run cold as she pointed to me and said; "Take him!". I walked toward her, didn't she know it was me? I wanted to speak to her but my voice was drowned out in the chanting of myself. Lenalee approached me, something glinting in her hand. Automatically, I reached for my innocence but it wasn't there. 'Wake up!' I told myself over and over, but conciousness was too far away. Allen appeared next to Lenalee, the ace of spades in his hand.
"Hello, Bookman. Do you remember what this is?" Rhode's voice tore out of Allen's throat. I could feel the hatred in the air, choking me. Hands gripped my neck, tightening. "This is revenge for your carelessness." I struggled for air, my own hands clawing at the vice. Lights played across my field of vision. The dream relm spun, disorienting me and making me sick. My head hurt and I could no longer get any air into my lungs. I felt everything fading but the pain stayed. Rhode/Allen placed a clawed hand on my face as if in some reminicent evil way of comforting me. "Don't worry, it won't end soon. Lenalee has alot to show you about pain." The fake Lenalee walked up with a knife in her hand. "Take him."
Fresh pain burned in my arm, crimson life flowed onto the ground in puddles. I no longer had the strength to cry out, even in the face of such agony. Steel flashed on my cheek, carving a cross into my skin. I could feel the blood running down my neck and onto my shoulder. Lenalee smiled darkly and screamed a cry of joy.
"Take him!" She drove the dagger into my shoulder right above my heart. A scream exploded from my battered throat. "Take him!" The knife wrenched down, cracking my ribs. I felt the blade bite into my heart, slowing it's fluttering. I thought she would kill me, I hoped she would kill me. Her face changed drastically, into a reflection of sorrow. "NO!" The knife was pulled free, spattering me with my own blood. "I don't love you!" Her face changed again, but it was the words that broke me. She licked her red stained fingers. "I don't love you!" She giggled. Demonic glee lit up her red eyes. I shuddered as she bent down to lick the blood off of my neck.
"Monster..." I could taste blood in my mouth. "Get...away..." Lenalee raised my hand to her face. I didn't want to spen my last moments like this. I could feel death over my shoulder, waiting. "Get out while you can." She hissed at me, her pretty features wrinkling. "I won't make you stay, go." Confusion turned her eyes into angry orbs. "I can't hold you any longer, go." She didn't need to hang onto me. I didn't want her to live like that. It didn't even occur to me that this wasn't really her. "I'm just glad you didn't love me after all." She screamed again and drove the blade into my chest.
I hope you like it! R&R! I'll get the next chappie out as soon as its finished. )