A.N: This chapter is only four pages long, so it's quite short. But bare with me people, this is just my first draft of this story. Once I am finished with the whole thing I will most likely end up revising it again. *Sweatdrops* I should probably concentrate on original writing rather then Fanfiction. Thank you reviewers! I wuv you guys ^_^.
Kiss of Immortal Death
Chapter Two
By Firefly
1812 AD
New York
Many, many years had passed quickly, spinning a web around Setsuna and trapping her in its cage. She had watched Hotaru grow older, and mature, but the thing the disturbed her the most was the coldness that the young teenaged girl possessed in her. She would kill mercilessly, feeding on anyone that passed her way.
The night when Setsuna had turned Hotaru into a vampire, after looking up from the girl, she saw that Seiya was no longer by the tree in which she had thrown him, but he had seemed to disappear. She had not seen him ever since that cold and bitter night in which she had awoken the future savior of the world.
When Hotaru had awoken from her slumber she did not know anything, but of what she was and the terrible hunger that was burning deep inside of her. Setsuna had to get her prey for the young girl since she was not capable of hunting yet, and she watched as Hotaru fed on the victim she had managed to get. Hotaru fed with a cruel intense in her, seducing the victim before diving in for the kill, sometimes she would torture and taunt the poor thing until it was practically begging for her to end their life.
But it was no surprise to the wise woman, for she was death, and death was cruel and sly, playing pranks whenever it had the chance too. Still, the woman hurt, a pain in which was so deep it could never be expressed, she knew Hotaru would be like this, she knew everything, but still, it hurt so much. For the death child she accepted everything that came to her with open arms, unless that substance was love. Then she would turn around and walk away, never taking a moment to glance back.
Setsuna had left London two years ago with Hotaru, traveling to New York in which she was now. Hotaru seemed to get along fine there with the wide variety of humans she could feed on there. They lived in a large apartment building that was rich in expensive materials and other objects. Hotaru sat across from her in a black chair, tossing a small silver ball up a down, catching and releasing it with easy grace. She seemed to be musing, all though the wise one could not tell, for she hid her emotions so well, and even her eyes did not radiate anything.
"I am glad I am immortal," She said suddenly, surprising Setsuna out of her daze, "And do you know why that is?"
Setsuna looked up from the newspaper, placing it down on the table and folding her hands in her lap, "No, why is it?"
Hotaru looked up from the silver ball, royal purple eyes burning deeply into magenta, "Because in death, you either go to heaven or hell. Everyone goes to heaven when they die, for every day on this planet is a hell," She stood from her seat, pacing the room, "Hell is not something that is discovered when you are dead, it is something found when you are alive."
The young black haired girl did not hear the older woman speak for several moments. She stopped pacing, placing a hand on the blinding white wall in front of her, whispering, "We live through hell every day of our lives. We suffer when we live and we are released from pain when we die."
"Interesting perspective," Setsuna said softly, staring at the dark cloth Hotaru wore on her skin.
She spun around, eyes locking again with Setsuna's, "It is not just a perspective, my dear fellow vampire, but it is the truth. You know it as well as I do, so do not deny it. Don't even dare deny the truth, Setsuna."
"I am not denying the truth, firefly, I am simply telling it how it is. There is no hell, there is no heaven, all we have are ourselves and this pitiful planet," She whispered, lowering her eyes to her hands.
Setsuna heard Hotaru push herself away from the wall, her trench coat flapping and ruffling slightly with her movements. She saw the shadow loom over her, indicating that the younger girl was standing in front of her, but she didn't look up. She heard Hotaru let out a soft sigh, and her own hair being stroked softly.
"Setsuna, Setsuna, Setsuna, so delusional and wishful. You are like my mother, like my sister, and I thank you for caring for me all these years. But I must go,"
The words were murmured, so softly that the magenta-eyed vampire had to strain to catch them. Her head snapped up, wide eyes staring deeply into serious, cold ones. Setsuna stood up sharply, a hand resting on the shorter girl's shoulder firmly.
"You cannot go, Hotaru. It is my job to be with you until you finish what destiny has proclaimed you to be!"
She pulled away, snorting, and spreading her arms wide, "My destiny, Setsuna? My *destiny*? I have no destiny, all I have is my misery and eternal damnation."
Setsuna balled her hands into fists at her sides, "That is not true, Hotaru. You have more then your misery and damnation, you have a heart that should be intent on saving this world!"
"And then what?" Hotaru enquired abruptly, "After I save this world, I shall destroy it? Ho, you must not know me that well, Setsuna, or you should know that I would never lead the world onto believing that I was protecting it only to end up destroying it."
"You cannot run from your-"
She waved a hand, cutting the other off, "I am not running, trust in that, I never run. But I am not reaching to my destiny either, and do you want to know why that is? It's because death is a cheat; death is one big lie waiting to explode. No matter how many times I tell you I'll do this and that, I will never, ever, *ever* do it, because I do not take orders, I give them."
"How can you be so cruel?" Setsuna asked, her voice raising slightly, "I know death well, Hotaru, and I know that it is sly and cunning, but why...*why* would you even want to be that cold?"
"Because, just like you said many years ago. Death was not meant for happiness," She uttered, "And death is not meant for innocence or kindness."
"That is not true, damnit," The elder one protested, "You know damn well that death is capable of kindness! Just because you are a creature of the damned, and the child of death does not give you the right to lock away your destiny."
Hotaru's eyes sparked with rage, but her words came out gentle and soft, piqued with slight sharpness, "You do not know everything, my dearest friend. One thing you do not know is me, you will never know me. No matter how hard you cry, beg and wish you should never know how I feel inside. Never."
She pulled away from Setsuna, turning her back to her and continuing, "You have to let go of everything sometime or another, and it is time for you to let go of me. Death does not tolerate being loved, and even though it is much appreciated I do not deserve your love and kindness. No matter how kind and sweet I may become in the future, I will never be able to truly love someone. I am sorry."
Setsuna shut her eyes, tears stinging them painfully, as she sank down in her seat; "I don't want to let you go, Taru. You are like a daughter to me and so much more. I don't want to end it now, can't you see that?"
She barley heard any movement but felt a feather soft caress on her cheek, and a light kiss on the forehead, that burned into her skin with the stench of death. She tensed slightly, forcing back even more tears but kept her eyes shut.
"Goodbye...my sister, my mother, my love."
The words were whispered, carried with the wind, gracing her ears softly. But when the dark haired woman reopened her eyes, the one whom called herself death...was gone.
End Chapter Two.
End Notes: Ask and thee shall receive. R/R!
Kiss of Immortal Death
Chapter Two
By Firefly
1812 AD
New York
Many, many years had passed quickly, spinning a web around Setsuna and trapping her in its cage. She had watched Hotaru grow older, and mature, but the thing the disturbed her the most was the coldness that the young teenaged girl possessed in her. She would kill mercilessly, feeding on anyone that passed her way.
The night when Setsuna had turned Hotaru into a vampire, after looking up from the girl, she saw that Seiya was no longer by the tree in which she had thrown him, but he had seemed to disappear. She had not seen him ever since that cold and bitter night in which she had awoken the future savior of the world.
When Hotaru had awoken from her slumber she did not know anything, but of what she was and the terrible hunger that was burning deep inside of her. Setsuna had to get her prey for the young girl since she was not capable of hunting yet, and she watched as Hotaru fed on the victim she had managed to get. Hotaru fed with a cruel intense in her, seducing the victim before diving in for the kill, sometimes she would torture and taunt the poor thing until it was practically begging for her to end their life.
But it was no surprise to the wise woman, for she was death, and death was cruel and sly, playing pranks whenever it had the chance too. Still, the woman hurt, a pain in which was so deep it could never be expressed, she knew Hotaru would be like this, she knew everything, but still, it hurt so much. For the death child she accepted everything that came to her with open arms, unless that substance was love. Then she would turn around and walk away, never taking a moment to glance back.
Setsuna had left London two years ago with Hotaru, traveling to New York in which she was now. Hotaru seemed to get along fine there with the wide variety of humans she could feed on there. They lived in a large apartment building that was rich in expensive materials and other objects. Hotaru sat across from her in a black chair, tossing a small silver ball up a down, catching and releasing it with easy grace. She seemed to be musing, all though the wise one could not tell, for she hid her emotions so well, and even her eyes did not radiate anything.
"I am glad I am immortal," She said suddenly, surprising Setsuna out of her daze, "And do you know why that is?"
Setsuna looked up from the newspaper, placing it down on the table and folding her hands in her lap, "No, why is it?"
Hotaru looked up from the silver ball, royal purple eyes burning deeply into magenta, "Because in death, you either go to heaven or hell. Everyone goes to heaven when they die, for every day on this planet is a hell," She stood from her seat, pacing the room, "Hell is not something that is discovered when you are dead, it is something found when you are alive."
The young black haired girl did not hear the older woman speak for several moments. She stopped pacing, placing a hand on the blinding white wall in front of her, whispering, "We live through hell every day of our lives. We suffer when we live and we are released from pain when we die."
"Interesting perspective," Setsuna said softly, staring at the dark cloth Hotaru wore on her skin.
She spun around, eyes locking again with Setsuna's, "It is not just a perspective, my dear fellow vampire, but it is the truth. You know it as well as I do, so do not deny it. Don't even dare deny the truth, Setsuna."
"I am not denying the truth, firefly, I am simply telling it how it is. There is no hell, there is no heaven, all we have are ourselves and this pitiful planet," She whispered, lowering her eyes to her hands.
Setsuna heard Hotaru push herself away from the wall, her trench coat flapping and ruffling slightly with her movements. She saw the shadow loom over her, indicating that the younger girl was standing in front of her, but she didn't look up. She heard Hotaru let out a soft sigh, and her own hair being stroked softly.
"Setsuna, Setsuna, Setsuna, so delusional and wishful. You are like my mother, like my sister, and I thank you for caring for me all these years. But I must go,"
The words were murmured, so softly that the magenta-eyed vampire had to strain to catch them. Her head snapped up, wide eyes staring deeply into serious, cold ones. Setsuna stood up sharply, a hand resting on the shorter girl's shoulder firmly.
"You cannot go, Hotaru. It is my job to be with you until you finish what destiny has proclaimed you to be!"
She pulled away, snorting, and spreading her arms wide, "My destiny, Setsuna? My *destiny*? I have no destiny, all I have is my misery and eternal damnation."
Setsuna balled her hands into fists at her sides, "That is not true, Hotaru. You have more then your misery and damnation, you have a heart that should be intent on saving this world!"
"And then what?" Hotaru enquired abruptly, "After I save this world, I shall destroy it? Ho, you must not know me that well, Setsuna, or you should know that I would never lead the world onto believing that I was protecting it only to end up destroying it."
"You cannot run from your-"
She waved a hand, cutting the other off, "I am not running, trust in that, I never run. But I am not reaching to my destiny either, and do you want to know why that is? It's because death is a cheat; death is one big lie waiting to explode. No matter how many times I tell you I'll do this and that, I will never, ever, *ever* do it, because I do not take orders, I give them."
"How can you be so cruel?" Setsuna asked, her voice raising slightly, "I know death well, Hotaru, and I know that it is sly and cunning, but why...*why* would you even want to be that cold?"
"Because, just like you said many years ago. Death was not meant for happiness," She uttered, "And death is not meant for innocence or kindness."
"That is not true, damnit," The elder one protested, "You know damn well that death is capable of kindness! Just because you are a creature of the damned, and the child of death does not give you the right to lock away your destiny."
Hotaru's eyes sparked with rage, but her words came out gentle and soft, piqued with slight sharpness, "You do not know everything, my dearest friend. One thing you do not know is me, you will never know me. No matter how hard you cry, beg and wish you should never know how I feel inside. Never."
She pulled away from Setsuna, turning her back to her and continuing, "You have to let go of everything sometime or another, and it is time for you to let go of me. Death does not tolerate being loved, and even though it is much appreciated I do not deserve your love and kindness. No matter how kind and sweet I may become in the future, I will never be able to truly love someone. I am sorry."
Setsuna shut her eyes, tears stinging them painfully, as she sank down in her seat; "I don't want to let you go, Taru. You are like a daughter to me and so much more. I don't want to end it now, can't you see that?"
She barley heard any movement but felt a feather soft caress on her cheek, and a light kiss on the forehead, that burned into her skin with the stench of death. She tensed slightly, forcing back even more tears but kept her eyes shut.
"Goodbye...my sister, my mother, my love."
The words were whispered, carried with the wind, gracing her ears softly. But when the dark haired woman reopened her eyes, the one whom called herself death...was gone.
End Chapter Two.
End Notes: Ask and thee shall receive. R/R!
