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Chapter Eleven
We could be perfect one last night…
And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight…
And we can settle this affair…
If you would shed your yellow take my hand…
And then we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity…
This riddle of revenge please understand it has to be this way…
-"Our Lady Of Sorrows" My Chemical Romance
Filia swallowed nervously as she crept along the long hallway.
She'd taken a wrong turn somewhere and had been a tad too self-righteous to admit it to herself... now she was really lost.
She sighed softly, leaning against the wall and held a wary hand to the bridge of her nose.
Who'd have though she'd find herself in this place, the sole defender of the murderer of her race…
Why was she staying?
It wasn't for the company she reasoned softly, glancing at the door across from her with an irritated smirk.
She sighed and decided to give it a try, Cepheid knew how much longer this hall was.
The door pushed open easily on well oiled hinges.
She gave a startled gasp, looking around at the vaguely familiar surroundings. "Why, it's Xelloss' study..."
She bit her lip, and looked down either side of the hall... both sides were dark and deserted.
The fire looked so welcoming... and besides... she was curious.
Quietly she shut the door and padded her way over to the bookshelf.
So many titles. She vaguely noted that they were by human authors, and even a few by dragons.
She shook her head and wandered over to the desk. There was so much more to learn about him.
Oh sure... A morose voice spoke up bitterly. ... don't say hello or anything...
"Monstrum?" She whispered, looking around and failing to see him on the bookshelf. "Where are you?":
... That whiny git, Xelloss put me in his booze drawer... He replied dryly. ... I suspect if I spend anymore time in here, I'll become drunk by proxy...
Filia rolled her eyes, opening said drawer and pulling him out. "Monsters don't get drunk, You know that!"
... sigh... unfortunately yes... The book replied sadly as she set him gently on the desk, preparing to settle into Xelloss' chair.
"Oh dear, that's twice in one night my privacy's been violated." Xelloss stated icily, startling her before she could take her seat.
Filia gasped and looked up, meeting his piercing amethyst stare. "Xelloss? Where were you?"
Xelloss stared her down; arms still crossed and said nothing for a moment. Then he calmly walked over, picked up the book and put it in his pack.
... Hey! Monstrum protested his voice fading away as Filia gawked.
"What did you do to him, Xelloss?!" Filia asked in horror.
Xelloss' expression remained the same as he straightened back up and re-crossed his arms, ignoring her question. "Why are you here, Filia?"
"You left me alone and I got lost!" She protested and he shook his head softly.
"No." He elaborated, leaning against the desk coldly. "Why are you here, with me?"
Filia bit her lip, looking away from those angry violet shards. "Because... I care..."
Xelloss swallowed softly, his face betraying no change; those two little words echoing his Mistress' last. "You lie."
Filia opened her mouth, and he shut her off with a sharp glance and a sneer. "The only one of us you care about is you, Filia. To you I'm just a pitiful being that if you didn't help, you'd regret it later. All of this is just your way of staving off your own pain and feeling as though you matter in the grand scheme of things."
Filia stared at him in horror, her mouth unable to close as she considered his words.
She felt the bile rise in her throat as she realized the truth in them. This was about her mostly, and yet...
"You're wrong, Xelloss..." She whispered, holding herself together to meet his cold and mocking gaze. "In the end, it's not about me... or my race, it's about you. I care for you..."
She held his gaze, and lifted a hand gently touching his cheek, something inside her breaking. "Only... you..."
Xelloss swallowed dryly, vaguely noting the uselessness of the act as he felt her cool gloved hand stroke his jaw.
"Xelloss..." She whispered softly, lowering her gaze and her hand. "Tell me... how do you feel about me?"
He smirked softly, narrowing his gaze and quickly caught her wrist before her hand could slip back to her side.
In a mere thought he pulled her into him, pushing her down to the desk, a hand on her bosom to hold her there as the other pulled her head up to meet his gaze.
"X... Xelloss!" She gasped in shock, fear and confusion overtaking her. "What are you doing!"
His eyes narrowed even tighter, shards becoming slits as he sized her up, tasting her fear, her desire, her pain...
"Escaping." He murmured softly, leaning in to taste her fully. "And in doing so, perhaps this will show you precisely how I feel."
O O O
Alas, even then, in this new found peaceful nirvana…
Every thought still led him right back to her.
… Mistress…
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