Part 4:

Part 4: The Meeting

Author's notes: ::sighs:: Another violent chapter. Goody. I just realized that I'm ripping off a lot of stuff from the movie Anastasia. You know, the cartoon. I even ripped off a line at the end of this chapter. Well, it fits nicely. Anastasia's trying to piece together a lost past, so is Celena........I really gotta stop watching that movie when I'm writing this.

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Celena laid back in her bed. Another sleepless night. If she fell asleep, she'd have those terrible "real" dreams again. Things were spiraling down fast; life was like a nightmare. Her dreams, pain, and that voice constsantly haunted her; each hellish day grew worse than the last. And telling Allen that she could only see out of her right eye would only worry him more. And he was stifling enough as it is.

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He could finally see. That was the first thing he needed to regain. Sight. Now, in order to gain more control, he had to weaken Celena. He wished it was like the old days, where he could just climb in his guymelef and burn down any obstacles in his way.

But he had learned in these four years, that in his situation, that just wouldn't cut it. He had barely enough power to stay alive inside Celena's mind. He had struggled at first, but it was hard to maintain control when you had nothing in the world to hang to. With his Dragonslayers, his only friends dead, Celena had more to live for than he. And in his unstable condition, for her stable(if not traumatized) psyche to take over was simple. The strong would always conquer the weak. Now he was strong. But so was she, and control was in her hands. So she had to become weak. And he knew just the way.

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Fatigue was getting the best of Celena, and her heavy eyelids dropped shut.

"Do you remember me, Celena?" A tall boy stood there in the blackness, smirking evilly. He had silvery gray hair and garnet eyes. And Celena gasped when she saw the same scar on his face that had appeared on hers. She suddenly found herself standing along with him in the dark void. She didn't know how, but she could tell the scar was gone from her face.

"That scar...."

"Recongnize it? You should,"he said. He slowly started to stride over to her. She backed up slightly, afraid to get near this menacing person.

"Stay away from me!"she yelled, holding up her hands as if to protect herself. The boy let loose a chilling laugh, sending shivers down her spine.

"I'm not going to hurt you, little girl," he said, biting sarcasm in his voice. He kept approaching her slowly, looking her up and down, like a animal stalking his frightened prey. She curled her fingers into a fist and let loose a punch aimed at his face. He caught her fist in midair, spinning her around and pinning her arm behind her back. She cried out in pain as he twisted her arm, it threatened to break. He wrapped his free arm around her tightly, holding her still. "Don't be stupid," he muttered.

"You're the one who's been doing this to me! Why?!"she demanded. He twisted her arm further. She wriggled to get away as she heard a small crack.

"Why? Why?!? You want to know why?!?" He threw her to the ground, which she hit with a sickening thud. Celena cradled her fractured wrist as the old fire returned to the boy's eyes. "Because you bloody *killed* me, that's WHY!!!"

"Killed you? I don't even know you!"

"You don't, do you? Think you can forget me that easily? I'm Dilandau! DILANDAU! Do you remember that?!?"

"That name...."

"I want you to feel pain Celena. Feel what I felt. Feel it!" She felt a pulsing, sharp pain on her face, and then the cut practically exploded out of her skin, blood and bit of now dead skin floating in the void around them. Without thinking, she placed her hand over the cut, then retracted it quickly as she felt the stinging pain from her wrist run up her arm. Dilandau smiled and faded away.

Celena sat straight up, panting heavily. She raised her arm and moved her wrist around. It felt a little numb, but outside of that, it was okay. "Thank God,"she muttered. But that boy.....who was he? She knew him...and yet, she had never met him before. And his name, it rang in her ears, first in his voice, then others. Voices that she was so familar with, but couldn't place on anyone. "It's like a memory from a dream..."

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*Chapter 4. Yup. Hope you liked it. Short as usual. I found that it's easier for me to stay focused on one story(and to stay interested) if the chapters are shorter. Hey, I've got a short attention span. Anyhoo, it interactive time again. Interact. Review. Go at it. Whoo. (I'm tired, as if you can't tell.)*