Something wasn't right… There was something just on the tip of her mind, but she couldn't quite grasp it. A figure walked closer, his long flowing cape seeming to enwrap the night itself, his smile soft, yet chilling.
"Ill met by moonlight, my dear Filia." His voice seemed to rasp over her nerve ends, she had known him since the dawn of time.
"Lord Xelloss, what brings you to my small space this night?" She asked, gently shoving the tow-headed changeling behind her back. "I have nothing to do with you."
"My love, you have everything to do with me... now hand over the child. He needs a mans guidance." His hand reached out towards the small one behind her back. Wait... this isn't right, I am not Tatiana, And SURELY Xelloss is not my Oberon! Where am I? Why is Val so much older? Why does my nose itch so badly??
Filia's eyes jerked open, as though commanded. The feel of her limbs being restrained reminded her sharply of the things that had taken place. She had been having tea with Vincent-san then the next thing she knew she was tied down to this large rock. Something was digging into her back, and her tail had a permanent kink, she was not a happy dragon.
"I am not a happy dragon!! I would have been perfectly willing to talk this out!!" She called. "Nothing is ever solved with violence! Vincent-san? Where are you?" She turned her head as far to the sides as possible, but couldn't see anyone.
"Yare yare! Listen to the mace-wielding dragon and her peace talk!" Right above her was her favorite nemesis, Xelloss. "I must say, if it had been anyone else I would greatly appreciate the position you are in. Yet, the little upstart annoys me, so I suppose I shall let you out." He smirked, grabbing her tail and she was teleported out of the golden wires. "I suppose you hadn't thought of that?"
Filia flushed, then whacked him over the head for pointing it out. "Shut up, Namagomi!"
"Ano... I'm supposed to be the bad guy here?" Vincent stepped in front of the feuding pair. "I would appreciate being the focus of the story at least ONCE for a change! Now sit down and shut up whilst I tell you my tale of woe." Vincent pushed the two down on the rock, affecting a dramatic pose. Filia clasped her hands in her lap, anticipating a decent story, she was always into angst. Xelloss yawned, pulling out a copy of Dragu Babes that the audience really wonder how in the HFIL he got a hold of.
"I was born during a time of turmoil. The love child of a Priestess Green Dragon, nowhere near as powerful as you, my dear Filia, yet strong for our race. She was a healer, taking in lesser beings such as humans and elves, and making sure they returned to their lives in good health. She took in my father. They, no... She, fell in love, believing him to be human, and trustworthy. But he was no ordinary human." Xelloss yawned, tilting the magazine slightly to get a better angle. Filia maced him, but made sure it was quietly. She was really into the story by now, already imagining the romanticism of it all.
"His name was Gaav." Xelloss dropped the magazine, staring up with almost opened eyes. "I see you've heard of him. He was torn apart, still almost completely in human form thanks to his death. My mother loved him, and what did he do? He used her to make a cross breed, me, yet I wasn't strong enough, so he left us. My mother was outcasted, thrown from her clan and disowned by her family for "cavorting" with a filthy mazoku. When I was three she was dead, her throat slit. I was the one who found her."
"I get the feeling we aren't going to get many jokes out of this one." Xelloss whispered to Filia. "Unless you want to stoop to the Gaav and his 'Big Sword' thing..." BANG! Mace-sama'd up the head again. "Oh, right. G-rating."
"My mother's clan showed up shortly after, now I know they had planned it, I've killed too many times not to. They rose me, training me as their assassin, their pet killer- not good enough to claim as family, but good enough to take out the competition. That's where you two come in. I'm supposed to kill Filia, she being one of the last golden dragons of this area, and the greens would swoop in, now the most powerful dragon race around. Or at least, that's what they believe. Who am I to argue? And Xelloss, you're the reason I took the job."
"I'm flattered, yet despite what the fanfics say, I'm actually straight." Xelloss smirked up at the sweatdropping blonde, while Filia merely rolled her eyes. "But if you have a sister..."
"You really are a fruitcake, aren't you? But that's not what I was talking about. You see, you're strange... obsession with Filia-san has been brought to my attention. If she were to be attacked or killed by anyone you would be a force to be reckoned with. Though the idea of a mazoku in love is impossible, the idea of one obsessed enough to kill is not nearly so far off. Since killing is one of your favorite pastimes in the first place."
"You overestimate my feelings, but it is true, I do enjoy killing. It's one of those... side benefits." By this time Filia had grown bored and was staring at the Dragu Babes with fascinated horror. "Maa maa, Filia-chan! That's my copy!"
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"What are they talking about? Where's the violence? The Carnage?? This is lame!" Xelas glared at her favorite priest from behind a large bush. She was surrounded by foul smelling overly bulky bodies and she was getting hard pressed to stay there for much longer without killing something. Starting with that idiot Draco.
"Ano... I thought that a female dragon was holding your brother hostage?" Draco asked, heedless of the dangerous look in the Over Beast's eyes. "Then why are they sharing a magazine??"
"Baka." Was her only reply.
"Should we move in yet? I'm getting a cramp from hiding here." The general mutters of irritation were really grating on her nerves.
"Shoulda just stayed drunk."
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"Yet knowing that I would kill you, you decided to go after Filia anyways? Not very bright, are you? But we could always compromise! I'll kill Filia for you and you can join the mazoku race!" **Sweatdrops for both Filia and Vincent, slight interest from the still-hidden Xelas.**
"..." Vincent looked over to Filia. "Does he do this often?" She nodded, a slightly disturbed look on her face. "Either way, I care not if I die, all I want is justice for my mother!"
"And... how would killing Filia to make me kill you get justice for your mother?" Xelloss looked slightly beffudled. "If it's anyone's fault it's Gaav's! And you can't blame a guy for being a horn-" WHAP! Mace-sama'd up the head yet again. This makes what... three? Nah, four times in one sitting! Filia's getting more restrained by the day! Xelloss thought admiringly.
"You would have to kill the elders! They ARE the reason Filia had to die after all!"
"Ano... Excuse me, but I'm still alive over here..." The two males ignored her, debating over who was really responsible for the death of the still living Filia. "This is pointless, I'm going to the fair, I still have a good two hours left to sell!" Obviously threats on her life weren't that threatening anymore.
"Wait right there Dragon-lady!! I, Draco, and my merry men shall save this fair lady's brother from... you." *Sweatdrops ALL around.*
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And that is where we'll stop for now^_^ I'm sooo evil! I tried to keep it serious! really!! Comments, criticism, arguments over why the green dragons shouldn't even have elders, bring it on! Forgive me for the butchered Shakespeare, I'm trying to keep it understandable for all ages. Curious about Tatiana and Oberon? The king and queen of the faeries, Midsummer Night's Dream. I thought it oddly fitting. And thanks so much for the nice comments^_^ I would have never gotten this far without all of you!
