White Rose Sonata: A Devil's Redemption
by: Kelvena
E-mail: Kelvenna@hotmail.com
You now see the dreaming Julia's perspective. Vicious will find his own redemption soon, admist the confusion of 2 innocents. This characters are entirely copyright by the people that made Cowboy Bebop.
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Vicious. The name made her heart churn wildly. The man, with the vacant stare and a blood-stained soul. So emotionless, the eyes of a snake piercing into the minds of others. She shuddered as the thought of him probed through her mind and destroyed her mental defenses. She felt the metallic touch of the gun graze her golden hair. She felt his wicked smile.
"Julia."
The name aroused her senses quickly. She looked over at the man in front of her. A man dressed in white, a smirk on his face. But it was not his usual smirk. It was a satisfied smirk, with a pulsating happiness underlying it.
"Vicious?" Her voice was covered in disbelief. Her crystalline orbs widened in shock. This was not Vicious. Vicious was evil, sinister, tormented. A lost soul hardened by grief, death, and destruction.
He was a fallen angel.
"We all made the wrong choices." he whispered softly, his white bangs still covering his eyes. He did not move, or flinch. Julia was too stunned to speak. This had to be a hallucination. Her vision was blurry, and she did feel light-headed. But through the white light, his form glowed furiously. He was amazingly transformed.
"Spike.." she closed her eyes, the tears welling up in her eyes. The images of his gentle smile, his sparkling eyes, the emerald green hair that curled relentlessly above him. She yearned for him suddenly.
"I knew you never truly loved me, Julia. I knew that we were clinging onto something desperate that we tried to make meaningful. I needed emotion, because I was sick of the numbness. The terrible numbness that prevented me from tears since I was a child."
His voice did not falter. He still look dignified and thoughtful, his expression never changing.
"I forgive you." he murmered, "I let my jealousy cloud my heart. Spike released me from my anguish. I was a demon interfering with the love of two angels." He stopped suddenly, and looked to the side. His face still seemed sinister, but it wasn't truly. There was something different about Vicious that she could not place, nor would she ever.
His eyes locked on hers, and she gasped.
"Spike is special. There are a lot of plans for him. I can not and will not tell you any, though. Take care of him. Start your life anew. Only.. I will not be there."
He closed his eyes, traces of emotions lining his face for the first time in years.
"I have my own place to go to. I belong somewhere now."
Julia walked up to him cautiously and touched the side of his cheeks. His lips curved upwards slightly, to the beginning of a smile.
"Where are you going? What are you saying?" She whispered in awe.
"Ah, Spike will know. Spike will know everything. I doubt you will even remember this. But there is something that must be etched in your own memory forever: I will be happy. I will now be able to feel."
Before she could say goodbye or speak in fear, he gently touched her forehead with a single finger. She felt her eyes grow heavy and she closed them in an overwhelming drowsiness.
"Goodnight, Julia."
by: Kelvena
E-mail: Kelvenna@hotmail.com
You now see the dreaming Julia's perspective. Vicious will find his own redemption soon, admist the confusion of 2 innocents. This characters are entirely copyright by the people that made Cowboy Bebop.
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Vicious. The name made her heart churn wildly. The man, with the vacant stare and a blood-stained soul. So emotionless, the eyes of a snake piercing into the minds of others. She shuddered as the thought of him probed through her mind and destroyed her mental defenses. She felt the metallic touch of the gun graze her golden hair. She felt his wicked smile.
"Julia."
The name aroused her senses quickly. She looked over at the man in front of her. A man dressed in white, a smirk on his face. But it was not his usual smirk. It was a satisfied smirk, with a pulsating happiness underlying it.
"Vicious?" Her voice was covered in disbelief. Her crystalline orbs widened in shock. This was not Vicious. Vicious was evil, sinister, tormented. A lost soul hardened by grief, death, and destruction.
He was a fallen angel.
"We all made the wrong choices." he whispered softly, his white bangs still covering his eyes. He did not move, or flinch. Julia was too stunned to speak. This had to be a hallucination. Her vision was blurry, and she did feel light-headed. But through the white light, his form glowed furiously. He was amazingly transformed.
"Spike.." she closed her eyes, the tears welling up in her eyes. The images of his gentle smile, his sparkling eyes, the emerald green hair that curled relentlessly above him. She yearned for him suddenly.
"I knew you never truly loved me, Julia. I knew that we were clinging onto something desperate that we tried to make meaningful. I needed emotion, because I was sick of the numbness. The terrible numbness that prevented me from tears since I was a child."
His voice did not falter. He still look dignified and thoughtful, his expression never changing.
"I forgive you." he murmered, "I let my jealousy cloud my heart. Spike released me from my anguish. I was a demon interfering with the love of two angels." He stopped suddenly, and looked to the side. His face still seemed sinister, but it wasn't truly. There was something different about Vicious that she could not place, nor would she ever.
His eyes locked on hers, and she gasped.
"Spike is special. There are a lot of plans for him. I can not and will not tell you any, though. Take care of him. Start your life anew. Only.. I will not be there."
He closed his eyes, traces of emotions lining his face for the first time in years.
"I have my own place to go to. I belong somewhere now."
Julia walked up to him cautiously and touched the side of his cheeks. His lips curved upwards slightly, to the beginning of a smile.
"Where are you going? What are you saying?" She whispered in awe.
"Ah, Spike will know. Spike will know everything. I doubt you will even remember this. But there is something that must be etched in your own memory forever: I will be happy. I will now be able to feel."
Before she could say goodbye or speak in fear, he gently touched her forehead with a single finger. She felt her eyes grow heavy and she closed them in an overwhelming drowsiness.
"Goodnight, Julia."