A/N: If you've read my stories, you know my insane love to play with my characters and squeeze all hope from them. You also know that I enjoy playing with POVs. I know this chapter is waaayy short, but it's important enough that I don't expect to be tomatoed. :p Enjoy! Ooh, and before I forget - I'm almost at 100 reviews! I didn't think I'd come close, but I'm way grateful. Thanks for all your support!
Disclaimer: All rights are reserved to Naoko. I do not own Sailor Moon, but the story is all my creation.
Summery: She came once, sucked under the spell of Endymion's eyes. She left, forgetting everything. Now she's back, learning it all over again... but this time, she's running for her life from the beginning.
Elf Dawned Book 2: By Chance...
Chapter 10
That Same Night…
He saw her. He knew who she was before I had. I was a fool, I should have known-
Silence!
I tripped over a branch of an old tree and landed face-first on the dry forest ground. Before I could get control of my bearings, I was standing up and throwing myself at a tree. I hit the mark hard enough to break my lip. I tasted blood.
How had he found her?
I said silence you worthless traitor!
I was flung against another tree. A sickening crack sounded at the same time that I felt the blinding pain in my arm. I made my mind go blank.
Good boy. Now tell me… why have you let our goal go?
"She's your enemy, not mine!"
My head knocked against the ground so hard I saw stars. Then I couldn't breathe. I kept trying to get my lungs to work, but they refused. That and the blinding white pain in my head made me nauseous. This was the end. Please let it be the end. I opened my mouth, struggling to get some oxygen in, and when I thought I was finally going to pass out my lungs began to work and I started gasping for air. I took in ragged gulps and tried to stand up. I fell against the dirt again.
Wrong answer. And not only that, you didn't find the part of the script that you ripped off in your hurry to get out.
"It was a mistake-"
Shut up!
My stomach slowly began to tear open, bleeding out while I lay gasping in pain.
So I still don't know how she's going to defeat me. What was the point of killing that stupid girl if you didn't get the whole message?
"She's not stupid. And I didn't kill her," I choked. "You did." I closed my eyes, but was forced to open them again. All I could see were her eyes, before I had dug them out. She had kissed my forehead, whispering a soft melody to me. "It's okay," she said. "I know you have to. I want you to be safe. Just do it. Do it, my darling boy."
I had refused. Amelia was my best friend. When I was orphaned and cursed and came to find my princess and beg her to release me, Amelia had found me, helping to heal my broken heart. I loved her. Then the gypsies had their way with me, and unleashed the unspeakable.
"You're a bastard, you know that?"
I felt a horrible pain in my chest, blinding me before it released me.
Aww, poor lover boy. You just don't want to take any responsibility, do you? I wasn't the one who killed her. I butchered her up a bit, but you were the one who gave the death blow.
"I-" I coughed and felt a raw, metallic taste mix with my saliva. "You. Tricked. Me."
No, I got you mad. Is it my fault that you're as much of a monster as I am? Well… maybe… But you and I both know it was your rage that killed her. You were blind with it.
"I thought I was looking at you."
I felt your joy when you did those horrible things to her. Tell me, do you remember how she screamed? Do you remember how she begged us both to stop-
I moaned. "Stop it. Stop it, please. Just leave me alone."
Yes. You remember how she begged you.
"Just kill me. I don't care. You took everything from me. I can't kill for you anymore."
We're just getting started, Amethyst.
I blanked out.
I knew that He was walking as me, but I was unable to stop Him. I just lay in my blackness, aware but unable to open my eyes and see what He was doing. I couldn't feel. It was like the moment you woke up from a dream, or in my case a nightmare, and you just kept your eyes closed, feeling nothing but knowing what you were.
Amelia…
I remembered the day before. She was sitting in my arms, humming a lullaby and watching the sun come down.
"Thyst," she suddenly said.
I stroked her hair, for once happy that He wasn't interrupting me.
"Yes, my love?"
"Mmm," she purred, "I love it when you call me that... Thyst, I met her today."
I stiffened, but continued to run my fingers through her long locks. She was glowing from the sun, and she smelled like fresh berries.
"Was she okay?"
"She's going to be. I told her not to find out about her past."
"Amelia!" I grabbed her shoulders and turned her to look at me. She didn't meet my eyes. "How could you do this! Do you know what you've done?"
"I thought it would help! If she can't remember who she is, then He won't find her! She's a human now-"
"No," I mumbled.
"What?"
"She's not. He smells her all the time now. Whatever they did, it didn't work."
She pulled away from me. "Thyst! Why didn't you tell me, I could have-"
"I want to keep you out of this, Amelia." She looked crushed. I pulled her close to me, breathing her in. "You deserve a long life. You're my soul, Amelia, and as long as you're alive, he can't get to me. Keep my soul safe, love, and you'll be doing the world a favor."
"I can't, Thyst."
Stricken, I looked down at her. "What?
"This is my last night, Thyst. He's coming for me tomorrow."
"No, no He's not!" I shook my head, holding her face between my hands. "He's not! I swear, He hasn't even mentioned it!"
"He won't win, though, Thyst."
"No, and He won't get you either. You're okay, we're okay." I pulled her to me and brushed my lips against hers. She relaxed against me and I deepened the kiss. "You're alright, love, you're safe. He won't kill you."
"You can't do anything about it, Thyst."
"A blood oath!"
She shook her head. "No, it won't help."
"Yes, it will." I took out the small knife I had used a few hours before to clean the skins off the apples, and cut my palm. She took the knife from me and cut her own. I grabbed her hand. "I promise, Amelia, that He will die, and I will die, and the whole world will die before He kills you."
She nodded, but she was crying. I pulled her to me. "He won't hurt you, He won't. You're safe. The oath will keep Him off."
I rocked her back and forth until she fell asleep in my arms.
I cursed myself now. He didn't touch her. The filthy scum had played the loophole.
I was hallow. I didn't know what else to do. I wanted to release this grief, but I had already wept for hours and it still tugged at my chest. All I could see was her. This blackness made the nightmare more vivid. There was no way to release my grief. I knew it would not pass. Bloodhounds mated for life. She was my mate. I wanted her back.
I wanted to give myself over to Him. I was done suffering. She was the only thing that had kept me going. Today, in the Mouse Hole, I almost had.
I smiled inwardly. She had called her cottage her Mouse Hole. At first I thought it was silly, but the name grew on me. It was home. She was my home. Her quirkiness and her pies and her Mouse Hole house were my home.
I knew why I wasn't gone.
When I realized she was dead, that I had killed her, I did disappear. She took my soul with her and all I could do was curl into myself. But He kept taunting me. The things He said about her made me furious.
I wanted vengeance.
I will join her. I know I will. By my blood, though, she will be avenged.
But first, I had to undo what she did. My Princess has to know what she is. When I met her today, I could feel her Hound begging to release. She was meant to have known a long time ago.
He didn't know. No one did, but I had one more chance and I prayed it worked.
Nephrite?
Silence. I cursed. The vile should have worked by now.
Nephrite?
What? Who is this? An irritated voice barked in the blackness. It had worked!
Nephrite, it's Thyst.
And I should know who you are, because?
Don't get smart with me. You know Amelia?
Sure. She's dead, man.
I know. Are you alone?
Yes. I'm going out in a few minutes.
I know who killed Amelia.
I could feel his shock resonating in the emptiness.
Who? Who did it?
I did… Listen! I didn't mean to.
I told him about my situation, and he stayed quiet through the whole explanation. However, I could feel his anger.
You met Serenity? Why hasn't she mentioned it?
Fuck, man, I don't know! Will you tell her?
Language, boy. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?
I don't kiss corpses. This is serious, the potion is wearing off and He'll return any minute. Tell Serenity everything. Please. She needs to know. Amelia was trying to stop something that she had no right in stopping.
Fine. Why me?
Rumor has it you were the best at going behind Endymion's back when he went all psycho. She'll remember that. She'll know what Endymion's done to her. He's her best bet. Get her to trust him. If you can make her remember, she'll trust you. Serenity is going to need all the help she can get. Oh, and Nephrite?
What?
Thanks.
You're an annoying brat, Thyst. Good luck. I'm rooting for you.
The connection faded, and I felt drained. Then I cursed.
I had forgotten to tell Nephrite the first part of the message.
TBC
A/N: No, it's not going to be a Thyst POVed story forever. Just this chapter... unless I decide to have ideas. XD So, please review!
