lullaby, sweet dorothy
by poe nataku
Part two: cherry
Later that night, when the old nurse came to shoo Dorothy from Upir's cold sterile chamber, she found she had already gone- and so had the princess.
Stay with me, I'll set you free
'Cause I can tell you once were pretty
Summer's winds, cool, night kissed winds, danced through her hair, twirling it round the dark. The steady purring of the engine, along with the lullaby sounds of Upir's rhythmic breathing haunted her senses as she drove down nameless, forgettable roads and through quaint moon dappled towns. Seemingly little time had passed when Upir had fallen into the embrace of a deep, dreamless sleep. She lie now, curled across the front seat of the car with her head resting gently in Dorothy's lap. But Dorothy would not stop driving- not until she was satisfied with the distance created between them and the Sanc Kingdom. Doubtless, their disappearance had been discovered and the search had begun.
Upir stirred slightly in her sleep, drawing Dorothy's attention away from uncertain, worried thoughts which had taken to racing through her. Hours had passed and dawn would come all too soon.
When she reached the next town, Dorothy found a small timeworn motel where she and Upir could rest without fear of being recognized. Somewhere they could let their guard down long enough to breath. She woke Upir only after paying the tattered, rude owner, and locating their room. Though in the end, she carried the weary princess through the parking lot. Upir had always been frail, but her strength now was not even a shade of what it had been. In illness, she had lost far too much weight, and even in waking, was tired as if she had not slept in ages. She was a ghost of the girl she had been- and yet, she was still there, hiding, peering out from within those fiery eyes.
Sickness, time, and pain could not steal the softness from her skin, or the strength from her soul. There was a conviction, a gentle sort of courage in her every movement. A grace and power. Elegance and honor.
Upir scarcely moved at all as Dorothy lied her down on the squeaky old bed of the musty, poorly decorated room. But as Dorothy moved to leave her, she sat up slightly, catching her hand in her own. Her eyes were tender and pleading, though slumber dusted and fatigued. This time, no words were needed. She did not have to ask her to stay. Dorothy crawled onto the aged bed and welcomed Upir into her arms, where they both drifted into a gentle and much needed sleep.
. * . * .
Morning came swiftly, and though consciousness was undesired, it was easy prey. Dorothy drew in a slow and deep breath, coveting Upir's scents- like roses and lavender embraced by a cool summer rain.
I wish that we could stay this way forever. Her voice was soft, and uncertain as she whispered against the warmth of Upir's cheek. The quiet, tender words caught in the heavy air of the old room, dancing their secret lament and fading away without ever being heard. There was an unmasked sadness in her eyes as she slipped away from the encircling arms of her princess and into the thin beams of light cast by the dirty window.
She sat there a long time, simply staring past the soiled panes of glass and into the perfect blue of the skies.
The delicate sounds of weary movements and a name whispered on the boundaries of slumber tore the blond assassin from her memories. Good morning, she whispered without raising her eyes. She knew all too well the sight that lingered behind her. She had dreamt of times like this- turning from a sun dappled memory to behold Upir, lying on a bed of satin with that secret smile. A smile that belonged to Dorothy alone. She would imagine herself moving to sit on the edge of the bed, bending to steal a kiss from those soft plum-colored lips.
Dorothy chided herself for stumbling into fantasies.
Good morning, Upir replied quietly, her voice slightly muffled by the thin musty pillow. Her eyes remained closed as she drew a deep breath and stretched her sore limbs.
They stayed that way for what seemed an eternity. Upir, with her eyes closed, hiding within herself. And Dorothy, motionless before the judgment of the radiant morning sun. So like the morning glories, curled within their own skins, each held still by the fear of this unspoken question on both their tongues. Where do we go from here?'
Dorothy could not help but wonder if Upir now regretted her decision. Did she hate her now for stealing her away in a foolish moment of spontaneity? Had she not meant it at all? With a quiet sigh and breaking heart Dorothy readied herself for the inevitable- for Upir to ask to be taken back, and left- alone.
They'll come after me. Upir spoke as though she were a solitary creature. She did not expect a reply, and so, when she did not get one, she continued without disappointment. They'll never stop looking. They'll come to take me back- I was never meant to be free. She opened her eyes, turning her gaze to her silent companion.
I know, was all she could think to say. She bit her bottom lip, waiting for the fatal blow to be delivered- but it never came.
I've never been to the colonies. I've lived my whole life in one place. She kept her lucid gaze fixed on Dorothy, a soft sort of curiosity playing in her red eyes. I think I'd like to see them.
. * . * .
A short, cheery faced man with dusty blond hair and a name tag which said simply, accepted the papers handed to him with a bright smile. He quickly scanned each document and handed them back. There you go Miss. Winter, he said with another festive smile and little nod to the woman before him.
she said quietly with a little nod of her own. With her free hand, she adjusted her sun glasses, running delicate fingers along an exotic eyebrow.
Enjoy your flight!
She nodded again, and left the exuberant Ricky to his oh so important work. With an instinctive glance around, she sat down beside a frail girl with wondrous red hair, bound in two braids. They wont be able to track us? she asked, worry clear in her whisper.
My grandfather was, at one time, the leader of the Romefellar foundation. She shivered slightly as she spoke of him. He had several bank accounts and passports made up for me when I needed to disappear. She handed Upir an envelope, inside was a passport and a ticket to outer space. Are you sure about this? Dorothy removed her sun glasses, fixing Upir with a stare softly pleading for an answer.
Upir nodded. I want to be free.
Dorothy smiled slightly- so slightly no one else would have even noticed- but Upir caught that smile with needy eyes, to treasure it always.
. * . * .
Exhausted from travel, from thought, from the simple act of breathing- Dorothy fell into a fitful dream moments after boarding the shuttle and fastening her seat belt.
With her knees drawn against her chest, and her head resting softly upon them, Upir watched Dorothy slumber. She looked so peaceful, so serene and tranquil- like a child, sleeping the innocent sleep of one without a care in the world. But she knew better. Knew that beneath that slumbering lid lie the tormented eyes of a girl with the heaviest of hearts and deepest of scars.
Rose so sad you've lost your petals
Lost the luster off your tattle tales
Upir smiled sadly, wishing she only knew how to make Dorothy happy. As the Dove of Peace, she had caused more pain than joy- more death than good. How could she ever make that right? How could she ever be forgiven?
When stripped of their feverish pretenses, they were the same- broken-hearted, moon-disregarded, and wanting only to be loved. To make things right again.
. * . * .
Yes, Beloved?
Have you ever been in love?
The innocent question seemed to catch her guardian by surprise. Red eyes narrowed thoughtfully, as Erlösung's sleek ebony ears flattened against the thick fur of her head. And why, little one, do you ask such a question? I love you- you know that. She tilted her head slightly, greedily drinking all the loveliness cast by Upir. I love you- Till death.
. * . * .
Upir woke with an old fear dancing in her bottomless ruby eyes. A fear and despair she thought she had escaped, but there was no freedom for her sleeping mind. It was when her heart slipped into unconsciousness that the Beast renewed her claim on the sad-eyed princess. In dreams Upir would belong to Erlösung always- loved to the death.
Her breathing slowed from a rapid frightened pace, to a peaceful summer's breeze as her eyes fell on the girl beside her. There was a sense of security, and home radiating from the seemingly cold exterior of Dorothy. Upir knew she was safe the moment she clamped eyes on her. Her Dorothy- her everything. The sadness returned to her pale features as she beheld her still. She was like an angel, fallen- but still unearthly. Her fair hair, and pallid eyes whispered a melancholy ballad of shattered drams and stolen innocence. But even with the luster fading, and the child broken, she was beautiful- beautiful and oh so far away.
What were you dreaming about? Dorothy did not turn to behold her princess as she spoke. Upir wore a small smile, wondering how long Dorothy had been awake.
Old wounds, she said in a whisper.
Dorothy offered a shallow nod, but would not face her. She kept her body rigid as she sat, facing the aisle of the small shuttle. Her eyes tracing every sight except that of Upir. she said after an awkward silence heard so often it was now familiar. Her voice remained low and emotionless, despite her concern. She knew that all she could do for her ashen dove now was set her free. And when she was free, she would have no use for such a monster- for a bloodied soldier.
And in that knowledge, there was no freedom for Dorothy Catalonia.
. * . * .
After the shuttle landed, and the hushed companions found themselves again lost in a crowd of nameless, faceless travelers, each realized their anxiety melting away. No one recognized this bloodless Peacecraft, or scourged Romefellar. They were as plain and forgettable as anyone there, and that much closer to freedom.
They took a cab from the bustling port to a small bed and breakfast on the outskirts of the city. The ride passed in silence, much as everything else had, for what could the lamentable really have to sat to each other. It was not until they had settled in their quaint, lily-scented room that Dorothy shattered their mourning quiet when she asked simply, What now?
At this, Upir seemed to pale, the sun in her nebulous eyes turning back to melancholy moon. She tried to cling to her composure, though all she could think was; This is good bye, this is where she leaves me. Bantam tears struggled to break from the dungeons of her control. She knew Dorothy would abandon her now. She had paid any debt she had owned- she had stolen her away from her kingdom and now, would set her free.
You set me free.
Dorothy braced herself for what she knew would come next- Upir would thank her again, and then ask her to leave. She did not need her anymore. She did not want her anymore. Her hands balled into fists at her sides as she awaited this good bye.
I suppose you are free as well.
Upir closed her eyes, she did not want to watch as Dorothy disappeared. She had lost too many people she held dear. First her real parents, then Guin and Li- Grey, and even Erlösung went away in the end. She feared her heart could not survive this again. All she ever wanted was to be loved, to love someone more than life its self. All she wanted was for Dorothy to stay.
I suppose so, Dorothy whispered through the hurt threatening to tear her heart to pieces. Good bye, my princess. And then, she was gone.
Had she turned to look back, she would have seen the agony of an earth stricken dove's tears. She would have know the searing pain of the unquenchable sobs racking the frail body of the only one she had ever loved.
How do you know when you're in love, Erlösung?
It is unlike anything else, little one. There is pain, and sorrow, and a tormenting euphoria one can not explain or deny.
Dorothy took each step away from her princess as though a step away from all that is beautiful, and towards death itself. The dim glow of the hope she had carried, a hope that Upir would ask her to stay, was extinguished. She was left utterly alone- lost in her memories.
Would you die for love, little one? Would you sacrifice everything?
Upir curled into a small armored ball where she had fallen. She hugged herself tightly, as though only the ferocity of her own hold could keep her from slipping into oblivion. The light, the health had faded again from her skin, leaving her livid and empty.
Would you cry a thousand times, and die a thousand deaths for that which you treasure beyond yourself?
Dorothy pulled what strength she could from the violence she had suffered at her grandfather's hands- it was her last defense against the tears. Against the anguish burning through her. She reached the exit, curled a shaking hand around the door's handle, and walked away from her very heart- from her princess.
Could you, Beloved? Could you turn your tears to strength and fight for love? Could you bleed your own heart to awaken another's?
And in her farewell; Good bye, sweet princess- there was nothing but pain and sorrow, loneliness and hurt. Dorothy cursed her own soul, damned herself to eternity's flames. Had she only been able to see Upir as more than a crown- had she only been able to return what little affections this dove had bestowed upon her, there would be no good bye, and she truly would be free.
All she had now were the memories of hollow embraces and wasted touches- the sound of her name falling from Upir's lips as though a liquesent star of the midnight skies. She closed her eyes, crying without tears, and she could almost hear the soft sounds of her own name being spoken, one last time.
These next minutes lived much like a dream. There was breath, and sight and sound, and yet- there was nothing. As though all time chained this one bleeding moment for them. Dorothy turned back, her movements involuntary but fated. Upir held to the frame of the small inn's door, looking so terribly small and alone.
Please don't leave me- Her voice was small, and stained with tears. There was so little strength left in her frail shell, and yet somehow, she released the door's frame and took several steadfast steps towards her bloodied angel. She reached to her then, her hand quivering with the strain of each movement.
Dorothy drew a sharp breath. She distrusted her eyes- how could this scene really be playing out before her? She beheld her princess, reaching to her, needing her- but she could not trust this sight. How could Upir want to hold such a monster? All thought was lost then, as Upir's last magic failed her and she fell towards the ground, weightless as the seraphs. But impact never came- before Upir had even realized she had fallen, she opened her eyes to find herself cradled in Dorothy's arms.
You believed in me once, she said, strengthening their embrace. could you find it in your heart to believe in me again? She brushed a stray curl away from Upir's eyes, this tenderness saying so much more than words ever could.
_____I need a love to help me find my way
_____I need a strength that I cannot betray
_____I need a word to say what I can't say
I need a lover, lover. I need a lover, lover
I never stopped, Upir coughed, the color fading from her skin. I just needed to touch you- to feel your hearts beat. To know that you're real, and here with me. Each breath pained her, each word tearing at the borders of darkness until her eyes drifted shut, with four words hanging from the last strains of her battle with unconscious. I love you, Dorothy.
. * . * .
Her eyes crept open slowly, afraid of what may be awaiting them, but there was only darkness. Deep, endless darkness. She knew then that never was longer- emptier, and oh, so much more painful than eternity.
She pressed her cool hands against her eyes, a small pitiful sob escaping her bloodless lips. She had lost it all- Dorothy had gone, along with all that is wondrous and light.
she heard the name dance into the frigid air without having meant to say it. And then, something remarkable happened; a silken, soft hand caressed the tears from her cheek, and a familiar voice whispered, I'm here,
. * . * .
Upir awoke to a morning bathed in warmth and beauty. This tremulous light cascaded through the open windows with the robin's song and flutter of newborn clouds. She breathed deeply the sent of this bright morning. Making a memory to withstand the battles of time. She wanted to know this dawn always. Her sleeping face, so like a rose. Slumbering beside her, angelic features losing their sadness and worry. She looked truly at peace. Free.
She brushed her thin bangs away from her closed eyes, their nebulous secrets hidden from the world. Reveling in this tomorrow when bliss was be their own, Upir curled herself against Dorothy- a perfect fit. All the pain vanished with the feel of her heart's beat so close to her own, holding her safe and warm.
"I love you," she whispered, knowing somehow she would hear her through this enchanted sleep. "I love you."
. * . * .
With the passing of new days, and the beauties of new love, Upir and Dorothy found themselves living in a moon bathed, star shaded home, so like the home Dorothy had cherished in so many lonely dreams. But she was not lonely any more.
Upir allowed the book she had been reading to slip from her fingers and tumble carelessly onto the floor as warm hands encircled her from behind. She leaned into the embrace, her head resting against Dorothy's shoulder.
How are you feeling? Dorothy asked, her voice slightly muffled by Upir's hair as she buried her face in the velvet folds of her curls, treasuring the soft scents of each lock.
Upir replied absently as she raised a hand to stroke Dorothy's cheek. The doctors say I've nearly recovered, and should be good as new within a month. She turned slightly, ableing herself to look into Dorothy's crystalline eyes. They seemed bluer now, softer. All the pain and anger had melted away, leaving her even more beautiful than before. How was work?
At this, Dorothy sighed, and released Upir. She sat beside her on the couch and rested her head in Upir's lap. She closed her eyes as she felt Upir run her fingers gently through her hair. Painfully long, she said finally. I hate that I have to spend so much time away from you.
Upir continued to weave her finger's through Dorothy's hair, saying softly, I hate it too, but we would draw too much attention to ourselves if we lived in this house without any sort of income. Dorothy sighed again, but was content. She knew Upir was right. All though her grandfather had left her enough money to live a hundred lavish lives, she could not simply live off his estate. Even though she and Upir had been using what the Duke had left behind, they had to handle the money through the account of one of Dorothy's aliases. If the money could be traced, and someone were to find them, this tiny paradise they had built together would be shattered and Upir would be caged again- nothing more than a fallen kingdom's Dove.
They lived simple lives here. No more red-eyed monsters in the darkness, no more political responsibilities, no more death. Upir stayed home mostly, regaining her strength, and recovering her health while Dorothy worked a remedial job at a small art gallery. She had always been fond of art, there was a certain secret- a history and a tale to each piece. It was quiet job, where no one asked questions, unless of course, they were about the merchandise.
At last, this ashen princess and her cloud-eyed angel were free.
. * . * .
BEEP!
Wufei sat bolt-upright in his bed, throwing the covers, and an extremely startled cat to the floor as he reached instinctively for his katana.
BEEP!
he swore under his breath as he identified his would-be attacker as nothing more than an incoming mission. Relena quickly regained her composure after her impromptu tumble, a groggy, yet threatening sound escaping her. Wufei offered her a small apologetic smile, but nothing more as he hastily read over the details of his new mission.
. * . * .
Upir jumped slightly, and dropped the mug she had been washing as the doorbell shattered the silence of her afternoon. Thin shards of glass flew through the air- imbedding themselves in Upir's alabaster skin. A quiet cry broke from her as the bell rang again, and an impatient hand pounded against the door.
With much effort, and a shallow pain ebbing at the corners of her conciseness, Upir opened the door. What greeted her was a complete stranger holding a bouquet of white roses.
Miss. Billie? he demanded in a rough voice.
She nodded, a soft polite nod, and offered a slight smile though the glass still bit at her delicate skin with its tiny vampiric teeth.
After twisting his lips in an insincere smile, the man thrust the bouquet into her arms and sauntered out of view. Upir blinked- left speechless and stunned by this strange man and his flowers. Forgetting the hurt bleeding from fresh wounds, Upir opened the small card nestled among the petals.
An agonizing scream caught in her throat as the roses fell to the ground- the bantam card still clutched in her frail hand. Till Death, the little note said, and nothing more.
. * . * .
Dorothy found herself unable to repress an audible sigh as yet another funeral-march hour crept by. Time seemed to slow, and crawl as though wounded within the wilting, poorly ventilated gallery. She tapped her fingers lightly on the old wood of the counter, wishing only for closing time to come before the waiting killed her. She smirked slightly as the telephone rang, providing her a welcomed distraction. She answered with a polite, yet emotionless hello, but was soon smiling jovially as she recognized Upir's voice.
she asked, somewhat breathlessly. did you send these roses?
Dorothy arched an exotic eyebrow. No, I didn't.
No more than a second passed between Dorothy's denial of the roses and the frightened tortured sound that poured from Upir's soul.
What's wrong? Dorothy asked, put in an instant panic by the cry which escaped her princesse's soft lips. She knew this sound all too well- it was a hopeless sound, made only when there is in fact only darkness at the end of the tunnel.
Can you come home? was the whispered reply. I need you.
. * . * .
Dorothy had hardly closed the door when Upir threw her arms around her, burying her face against the hollow of Dorothy's throat. Dorothy returned the embrace, clinging to Upir as though she might vanish if she let her slip. What happened? she asked, still unwilling to part with this embrace.
Upir's only response was a quiet sob, and the subtle movements of her body against Dorothy's- pressing herself as close as she could get without disappearing within her.
_____What are we waiting for?
_____What are we waiting for?
_____Time has lost its hold on me
Dorothy did not know exactly how long they stayed that way- silent, and simply holding each other, but after what seemed forever, Upir pulled back slightly and handed Dorothy a small crumpled note. This came today, with three dozen white roses. She shivered, curling herself against Dorothy again. White is for innocence, and secrets. But sometimes innocence is shattered, and secrets that were never meant to be, come back to destroy you. Dorothy felt one of Upir's hot tears dance onto her throat.
Oh Gods-
. * . * .
With a disgruntled cat in one hand, and several sheets of paper in the other, Wufei crept silently down the hallway. He stopped in front of Duo's door and knocked softly. When there was no response, he knocked harder. He was not worried about waking the others- Heero was away on a mission, and Quatre and Trowa's room was at the other end of the hall. And so, losing patience, Wufei pounded on the door until a sleepy-eyed Duo honored him with his presence.
Before questions or greetings could be voiced, Wufei stated simply; We've got trouble. Which Duo, reading the expression on the other pilots face, knew must be serious, and invited him in.
After closing the door behind them, Duo sat on the edge of the bed, Wufei taking a seat beside him, and Relena again found her way into Wufei's lap. There have been three suspicious deaths in the Sanc Kingdom, Wufei said, handing the papers he held to Duo. The first death coincides with a fire in Upir's garden. At this, Duo looked up from the documents he had been looking over- his curiosity written plainly in his eyes.
The well was destroyed.
They were all silent for some time. Neither of them willing to break this quiet left in the wake of Wufei's last simple statement.
She's back? Duo asked quietly, fearing his very words might draw the Beast from her grave. Wufei only nodded.
I have to go, Wufei said, not meeting Duo's eyes. My orders are to go to Sanc, find, and destroy the murderer if political ties can be made. They think it's wanting war. He met Relena's worried stare with a light smile, and began to pet her silken fur with gentle hands.
Have they found Upir and Dorothy?
Duo stood, and began rummaging around the small room. That's where she'll go. She wont stop until she's found Upir. He stuffed several items into a small duffle bag, and scrawled a short note which he left on the desk. We'll go to Sanc, you track the Beast- I'll look for the Princess.
. * . * .
Upir cast the tears from her eyes, drawing on a strength she had hoped she would never have need of again. A strength which grew from the darkness in every hurt within her- a strength born of tortures suffered at the hands of a monster. What are we going to do? she asked in a soft, somber voice. A tone of foreseen defeat and shadow.
Dorothy was quiet for some time, simply holding Upir in her arms. She had failed her princess once- and she vowed then, never again. She would fight, and die, if only to keep Upir from a semblance of pain and sorrow.
I don't know, she closed her eyes- breathing in every sensation, every sound and scent of Upir. but I wont let her harm you.
I'm not afraid for myself.
Dorothy pulled back slightly, cradling Upir's face in her hands. A lonely tear fell from those wondrous ruby eyes, cascading down Upir's soft bloodless cheek and onto Dorothy's gentle fingers. Dorothy kissed away the warm trail left by the tear, whispering tenderly; I will never leave you, my Princess. Believe in me, believe that I love you, and Death itself could never keep me from you.
Upir closed her eyes, new tears finding their way down her pale cheeks. Everyone I have ever loved has gone away. She opened her eyes, staring straight into Dorothy. I can not lose you too.
I promise you, Dorothy said quietly, slipping a thin silver band, adorned only by a small blue pearl from her finger- a ring which was all she had of a mother she had never known. we will never say goodbye. Saying this, she slid the ring onto Upir's finger, and sealed her promise with a kiss.
. * . * .
Though his face remained void of expression- and his voice empty of emotion, a feeling of great frustration welled just beneath the surface of Chang Wufei. Returning to his hotel room after their third day in the Sanc Kingdom, he allowed himself to collapse into the nearest chair and release a long suppressed growl from the back of his throat. He pulled a sleek cell phone from the inner pocket of his coat and dialed aggressively. After exchanging simple greetings, Wufei slipped back into soldier mode.
Have you found the Princess?
Duo replied with a sigh. And I don't have a single lead- and these hospital people are really starting to creep me out.
Not exactly what you'd call helpful, ne?
Duo snorted. You know what they say; ask three squirrels, you get four lies.
I suppose we shouldn't expect much from them. Upir's doctor was the most recent murder. Even if someone knew something, they're undoubtedly too scared to come forward.
Yeah, yeah. Duo scoffed. Everyone speaks highly of ol' Doc. Hazel, but no one wants to say anything about what happened to him.
Coroner's report said he was torn to pieces.
And I'm sure it uses those very words, Duo giggled. Was that your medical opinion Dr. Fei?
Any luck on your end of things? Duo asked quizzically, instantly shrugging off Wufei's little insult. At this point it was more of a pet-name really.
Not exactly. Wufei covered his eyes with his hand. No one has heard or seen anything. The fire was arsine, but the exact cause is undetermined. We have three casualties- a gardener, who was probably just in the wrong place at the wrong time. A high ranking guard, who was probably full of useful, and classified information. And Dr. Hazel. Wufei sighed quietly. I'm no closer to finding the Beast than I was when we arrived. She's covered her tracks- and if theirs anyone who can find Dorothy and Upir, it's her.
We'll just have to concentrate on finding them first. Duo said, sounding determined. Gimme a few more minutes here, and then I'll meet you back at the hotel.
. * . * .
Dorothy, tormented by anxiety, packed hastily. A large bag, filled only with the essentials, was then thrown into the back seat of her car. There was no time for forgotten clothes or books- no room for all that they had acquired for themselves in these past, uneventful months.
Upir watched from her place on the couch. She felt oddly calm, peaceful and serene, considering what had so recently transpired. All she could think to do was stare at the thin band which now adorned her pale finger. The small pearl seemed to glimmer, and smile where it sat, perched on the otherwise plain silver ring. There were so many thoughts to think- so many words to speak. Yet all she could do was watch silently as the soft lights danced just beneath the surface of the pearl.
She looked up when Dorothy said her name, curious at the way she could speak such a small word with so much meaning, and beauty.
Let's go.
Not another word was spoken as they made there way to the car, or from the small sleepy town they had called home. Home. A word so unfamiliar and treasured all at once. Dorothy wondered if she would ever know this word again. Wondered if her princess would ever truly be free. And silently beside her, Upir knew, in her heart of hearts, that she never would be.
. * . * .
Swallowed in the darkness of a moon less night, shrouded in shadow and rage, the Beast lie in wait. Gathering her strength, allowing the anger to fester and bleed into every vein and pore, infecting her with wrath and decay. She waited. Waited for the perfect moment to strike and reclaim what had been hers all along. She would not be denied. Not again.
Her vision clouded red as her thoughts fell upon the blonde assassin. While she healed and toiled here, Romefellar's daughter had possession of her princess- and the Beast did not like to share.
_____Hatred sleeps inside my bones
_____In the stillness of cool air
The time would come, soon enough- and she would lick the warm, living blood of Dorothy Catalonia from her hands. She would revel in the feel of that broken body beneath her fingers. The scent of death, the emptiness of the eyes, the taste of each and every wound. She would steal Dorothy's last breath with her own agony moistened lips.
Growing strong, and vengeful. Biding time, and dreaming of death on her hands. The Beast was waiting- simply waiting.
. * . * .
In the time it took for Wufei to shower and change his rumpled clothing, Duo had returned. He sat bonelessly in the chair Wufei had collapsed in upon his own return. The solitary dragon found his lips caught in a small secret smile as he approached his companion.
I imagine this will become a more difficult task than we had both thought, Wufei commented quietly as he finished buttoning the crisp white shirt he wore. Duo regarded him sleepily- as did the small honey-colored cat nestled partly in his oversized sweater's pocket. I'll have something to eat sent up, he said, swallowing another smile. As an afterthought he added softly, Is there anything in particular that you would like?
Duo heaved a dramatic sigh. he laughed dryly.
Wufei snorted. And for Mab?
Duo lowered his eyes momentarily to the kitten in his pocket. I doubt room service'll have cat food on hand. Wufei could not tell if Duo had been addressing him, the cat, or simply thinking aloud. I don't think we're even supposed to bring any pets in here. He stroked the cat fondly, communicating some simple emotion with touch and a gentle glance. Get a glass of milk and something fishy.
As Wufei disappeared into one of the suite's bed chambers Duo moved to stroke the cat in his lap again.
We're no closer to finding them than we were in the beginning, said Relena with a breaking heart. She knew somehow that Upir had not been kidnapped. She had run away, just like Relena herself had wanted to do so very many times. She rubbed at her kitty-cat eyes with a velvety paw. Now was not the time for tears.
I know. Duo's voice was quiet and oddly detached. He resumed his ministrations, the tender contact calming them both.
What if we're too late? She loathed the thought as she spoke it. All the same a shiver ran through her, feeding her fears. What if that monster finds her first?
Duo opened his mouth to respond, but closed it quickly as Wufei reemerged from his dim room. He offered Relena a tiny smile of comfort and reassurance but it could not help, and they both knew it.
. * . * .
They drove for hours. Or maybe, mere seconds had passed- she could not remember. Time was of little consequence. No matter what they did, there was going to be too little. Time was not as friendly as she had once thought. She wanted to scream until her throat ached. Cry until she withered. Thrash until she bled. But all she could do was stare at her hands- at the tiny pearl Dorothy had given her.
Upir had woken to a world so changed from the one which had caused her to retreat within herself. Pushed her into a fear induced slumber. A glass like peace had begun to grow between countries which had once sworn plague upon each other. War was melting away, as though snow before the caress of the summer sun. But most of all, she had found a gentle Angel waiting by her side. Fallen, bloodied, earth stricken, but an Angel still, and her own.
What changed you so much? It was a question that's answer she had been burning for, but had been too afraid to ask. Perhaps afraid was not the right word. She did not understand what had tamed the blonde assassin, but that did not mean she had not been overcome with happiness for the Dorothy who so wanted her. She stole a shy glance in Dorothy's direction when she did not answer immediately.
Dorothy whispered into the silence which claimed the air between them.
Dorothy nodded simply, as though it all made perfect sense. And to her, it did.
I was a monster. She gave Upir a look which begged for a moment to explain as the princess made a sound to argue. I killed for power, for honor, for pride. But never my own. For a time it was all I had. It was a drug- a release. She could not meet Upir's pleading eyes as she spoke such unforgiving words. There was a time when I ached for nothing more than the hunt. For the kill. And then there was you. She bit her bottom lip lightly, still unable to raise her eyes from where they had fallen, intent on observing every wrinkle of the road before her. Even when I was harsh and distant, you made me see the beauties and frailties of the world- and myself. I couldn't protect that. I couldn't protect you, and it all came crashing down. Everything I had wanted to be- everything my grandfather had made me- every word and smile you had ever given me. I had failed you, and that hurt more than any pain I have ever known.
Upir found herself so taken by Dorothy's words- so struck with the emotion and conviction in her voice, that all she could think to say was; You didn't really answer my question.
Dorothy smiled that rare secret smile. A smile only for Upir. I suppose what I'm trying to say is that, seeing you hurt and knowing that I could have prevented it- it made me fall apart. She turned then to catch Upir's eyes with her own. You have pieced me back together again. Your kindness, your care, and every wonderful thing that makes you who you are, has made me someone who can love you, like you love me.
Upir made a quiet whimpering sound, unable to utter a single syllable.
But the most amazing thing of all, Dorothy whispered as though trusting her with some grave secret. is that you loved me when no one could. You loved me before I fell apart. That's what changed me. Because of you, I fought for the girl I could have been without the war- without anger, pain, and death. The girl you somehow saw all along. Your blind love for someone so undeserving of affection as me, made me want to be someone who deserved it. Who deserved you. She turned away and asked softly, Does that answer your question?
Still not trusting her voice, Upir nodded and edged closer to Dorothy. She pressed gently against her, wanting to smell her smells and feel her heat and skin and breath. She wanted to be with her- inside her always.
I love you Upir. For everything you are- and for everything you've made me want to become again. You've given me the second chance I'd always thought impossible.
Upir closed her eyes fiercely. She almost convinced herself that there was nothing in the world except her and Dorothy, and this moment. In this moment, she almost believed that everything would be all right. That love would conquer all, and she would win her freedom. Her eternity- with her Angel at her side. And for a moment, she was free.
. * . * .
Dinner stayed so long, despite the fact that no one was hungry. The muted television cast a dim parade of artificial light across their faces as the picture flew from news reports to commercials, and back again. Duo played absentmindedly with his pasta, twirling the fat noodles around his fork but never lifting them to his lips. His mind led him in great circles around this one frustratingly unanswerable question. Where the hell is Upir? Sighing pointedly, he let the ill used utensil slip from his fingers and clunk dully upon the small table.
Not raising his eyes from his own neglected meal, Wufei rubbed the bridge of his nose. Speaking with a calm, calculated voice he ventured a guess, You're not hungry?
My, aren't we a smart one? Duo lulled with a roll of his eyes.
Relena pinned Duo with a warning stare. And though Wufei seemed put off by the sarcasm he received, deep within him self, a smirk was fighting for control of his thin stoic lips. You're going to need your strength, if tomorrow proves to be anything like today that is. Feeling the lack of appetite himself, Wufei forced a small bit of rice past his teeth.
Duo heaved another dramatic sigh, but returned his attention to the dish before him. He lifted his fork, but lowered it again, forgetting food entirely as a curious thought assaulted him. What about Dermail?
Wufei caught him with an inquisitive glance from beneath his lashes.
Dorothy hasn't worked a day in her life, and I doubt Upir happened to have the kind of money they'd need on her. That leaves her grandpa's estate. He mumbled something reminiscent of exasperation as he scanned the blank expressions of his companions. Continuing with a forced patience he clarified, Obviously, she can't handle the money through her own accounts, but that doesn't mean she isn't using one of his.
Do you think she had something set up for a time like this? Relena asked, tilting her head from one side to the other. She's a clever and resourceful person, Duo. You would never be able to trace it.
Dermail was careless, he explained. Dorothy can cover her tracks from here on out, but I'd bet the Duke left a paper trail a mile long. If we could even get a name- an alias, we'd be that much closer to finding them.
said Wufei with an air of annoyance and impatience, we can just follow the bodies. Returning sound to the television, he gestured stiffly towards the story playing out before them.
_____All the boys have been left for dead
_____'Cause we go where they fear to tread
Terror strikes L2 as another unidentifiable body is discovered in a downtown florist's.
. * . * .
Switching off the obtrusive radio, Dorothy buried her face in her hands. She's lighting the way, she said dismally, forcing the words past shielding fingers. there wont be anywhere left to hide.
How did she find us? Upir cried, unable to steal the anguish from her voice. Swallowing tormented tears, she fell hopelessly beside Dorothy, curling herself tightly against the silent assassin. Why is she haunting us?
Wilting at the sounds of Upir's melancholy innocence- the heart broken questioning, and tear stained skin- Dorothy gathered the frail princess into her battle-weary arms. The embrace was absolute- guarding and secure. Home. She can not harm us, Love. Nothing can tear me from you. I'll never let you go.
. * . * .
It's too easy, Duo voiced again. She'd never be this careless.
She is being this careless, Wufei pointed out dully. Even if we're being led as part of her grand design we have to give chase. He passed his hand over Relena's slumbering form in his lap. She wants us to follow her.
Duo toyed absently with the end of his braid.
At this Wufei shrugged. Perhaps to be done with us once and for all. Maybe she has in fact lost her touch and is not leading us purposefully. Brow creasing, and voice sobering softly he added, as though to himself, Or it's all another game. She's playing us forward to leave the princess with no other choice.
No choice but. . . ? Duo pressed quizzically, but with great finesse.
Turning to face the curious American fully he said simply, No choice but to return to her.
Duo chewed his bottom lip, lightly nodding his agreement. She'll force Upir to play by her rules. He grinned maniacally then, saying simply, That kills us all.
. * . * .
Why do you love me?
Because you are mine, and I am yours.
The child rolled onto her stomach, taking her eyes from the cotton-candy clouds of the crisp spring sky, and fixing them on her guardian with a translucent look of loss. Only for that? she asked with a tumbling heart and fallen lashes. If I hadn't found you- if it had been someone else, you would love them instead?
I could not have loved you if I never knew you, Child, said the guardian with sympathetic smiles. But don't you see? Fate brought you to me, and bound me to you. We were meant to be together this way. Time, distance, and even death can not take us from one another now. Satisfied, she curled against her charge- purring deep in her throat.
And so it is, the child knew in a calm detached whisper. We will never sever.
. * . * .
Upir lie awake till tiny threads of morning kissed her through the windows. Not daring to turn towards her still dreaming angel, she confessed gently, I can never be free of her. She will hunt me to my death. A quiet sob broke from her lips- her heart and soul shattered by those very words. Words she had always known in some dark and secret place. I'm so sorry.
. * . * .
Slumber assaulted by a piercing, hysterical scream, Dorothy woke reaching instinctively for a weapon- any weapon. All her sleepy, searching fingers found was a folded sheaf of paper, damp with tears and broken hearts.
Knowing somehow that her world had been wounded and shamed, she tucked the small note deep within her robe and followed mechanically the source of the screams.
. * . * .
Jesus Fucking Christ!
Wufei's head snapped instantly from the scattered pages of data and news reports as Duo's curse ripped away the silence of their afternoon. Willing his heart to pause in its frantic pace, he made a small sound as to inquire of the sudden and earth shattering burst from his companion.
To this, Duo only pointed dumbly to the television, where the screen illuminated the image of a blank faced Dorothy Catalonia being led from a dusty hotel by the local authorities.
Trail of disfigured corpses leads to the granddaughter of a fallen War Lord, cried a shocked looking reporter, chasing clumsily after the detained catch of the day. Miss Catalonia, why did you murder these innocents?! he shrieked with undisguised horror.
No one is innocent, she whispered, her voice lacking humanity, her posture rigid with failure. She was dead to her senses- dead to the world, and too mournfully broken to put up a fight.
Maid found a shredded body in front of Dorothy's door, Duo explained. Seems a bit obvious if you ask me. He snorted awkwardly, eyes still held in disbelief by the scene before him. They say she had someone with her- they think that's who the body belongs to.
Dorothy wouldn't kill Upir, Relena said, sounding far more certain than she felt. Why would she go through the trouble of kidnapping her, flying to the ends of the universe, and disappearing without a trace if only to kill her in the end in such a pitifully evident way? It doesn't make any sense.
Wufei seemed to be thinking along the same lines. I assume this means the Beast has Upir. Though I don't see why she disposed of Dorothy this way. She didn't kill her.
Something's not right, Duo mumbled beneath his breath. She's not done with any of us yet.
. * . * .
Dorothy stared blankly into the pallid walls of the holding cell. Void of movement, sound and emotion, her body stiff and cold, she seemed so much like a statue- some tortured tragic marble. But inside, deep within the chambers of her mind, and heart, there was light and fire and war.
Upir had abandoned her.
_____The beautiful one's the one's we'll remember
_____The precious one's our greatest pretenders
The princess had tried to explain away her flight. She wrote in hasty, untidy words that Erlösung was somehow tied to her. She could track her- hunt her through this bond. Upir ran to save Dorothy the wounds of facing the Beast again. It still hurt like betrayal. Erlösung had still found time to take care of Dorothy before continuing the chase. Why she had not killed her though- that one thought confused her as much as Upir's decision. Dorothy had vowed to protect, to shield and guard the princess- she had promised to love, and keep her always from harm. Her heart tore at the realization. Upir could not believe in her.
Muffled sounds, sounds like flesh impacting with flesh- a struggle and the fall of unconscious bodies, pulled Dorothy slightly from the torment of her thoughts. A final thud, and creaking of the door had her on her feet. She all but gasped as the familiar form of Duo Maxwell invaded the seclusion of her cell.
You need help, and I need answers, he said with a grin. We can do this the hard way, or the easy way.
She found herself reaching a hand to him, allowing herself to be led from her prison before she had even decided to cooperate with her exuberant rescuer.
. * . * .
One minute. Two minutes. Maybe ten now. Wufei breaks the silence.
he said, and that is all.
Duo sighed heavily and crossed his arms over his chest. Uncrossed them, tossed his braid over his shoulder, bit his bottom lip. . . the fidgeting continued until he caught the Yuy worthy death glare Wufei had sent his way. He sighed again, and then began. Miss. Catalonia,
Her voice was hard, unyielding. As an afterthought she added Almost to herself. Almost like a prayer.
Duo tasted the name, sampled it, and finding it safe, made to start again. But the question died on his lips as Dorothy's lips formed the words without further coercion.
I've failed her again. She couldn't trust me, and so I couldn't guard her. She left me last night. Here, She handed Upir's crumply little farewell to Wufei who scrutinized it as only he could. She is sacrificing herself to protect me like I wanted to protect her.
Surprisingly, Wufei slew the awkward quiet pause again. You think the Beast has her now?
She does.
You know this? You're certain?
At this, Dorothy turned on the solitary dragon moist dead-eyes. Eyes that sang the ballad of a thousand shattered hopes. Of loss. Of despondent finality. Wasn't that the point? Was what she said. She's setting us free.
. * . * .
You came back.
. * . * .
You believed in me once, could you find it in your heart to believe in me again?
. * . * .
I knew that you would.
. * . * .
I promise you, we will never say goodbye.
. * . * .
You are mine.
. * . * .
Believe in me, believe that I love you, and Death itself could never keep me from you.
. * . * .
What did you say.
Upir lifted tear stained eyes to those of her guardian- her monster- herself. I said no, Her voice was stronger than the gaze. Stronger than the hurt. No, I am not yours. Not anymore.
Erlösung's face was a war, death, fire, decay and vengeance. Her ruby-eyes held the malice of fallen armies. In her back curling lips and cruel, cruel teeth was the impact of the battle cry. The intensity of every grinding bone and fractured hope.
Kill me.
. * . * .
Duo was pacing. The soles of his shoes leaving tiny smudges on the tiled floor, his face grim with thought and exhaustion. Dorothy sat motionless at the make-shift hotel table. Duo spun to retrace his steps, his thick plait whipping around him. With Wufei and Relena momentarily absent the conversation had died away- neither the god of death or the blond assassin daring to splinter the silence that had grown so confidently between them.
Dorothy's breaths were soft, Duo's steps echoing, and the tap-tap-tapping of the rain on the windows spoke volumes of the hush.
I don't know where they are, Dorothy soon found herself saying, though not for the first time. No one knew. No one even seemed able to guess at a starting point. The universe was vast, the Beast's resources great, and time much too little. Duo ceased his pacing long enough to turn sympathetic yet still faithless eyes upon his companion before turning for another round.
Why didn't she kill me? Dorothy wondered at her openness, as did Duo.
She wants you to suffer, he replied without much thought. You can't feel the loss like she did if you're dead.
. * . * .
You want to die?
I do.
Her body taut and without remorse, her eyes of glass and determination. Her lips- a downward curving bow of finality. Hands trembling with the thought of an end, her end. Of freedom.
I want to be free.
Erlösung was laughing then. The sandpaper-harsh sound curling from a clotting throat. A laugh that scratched away at the princesses courage with merciless little dagger-teeth. she cooed, mocking Upir with the gentle sound. you will never be free.
_____I need a love to help me find my way
_____I need a strength that I cannot betray
_____I need a word to say what I can't say
_____I need a lover, lover. I need a lover, lover
Upir's steadfast lips smiled then, faintly, but wistfully. Oh, but I was. If only for a moment.
. * . * .
They sat, still, defeated, unwilling to meet each other's eyes. The radio was mumbling something soft and static in the heavy air. Duo leaned unconsciously into Wufei's side, comforted slightly by the warmth when the dragon did not pull away. Hours had passed- days? Duo did not know, nor did he care. The princess was gone, the Beast had won, and all they could do now was wait. For the next clue? For the end? For death? No one thought to hope that this was the end, that the Beast was satisfied with the willing return of her charge. Pacified without vengeance.
Relena twitched her kitty-cat ears. Duo, turn up the radio!
He did as he was told- knowing better than to question the desperate note in her voice, the pleading of her eyes.
A dedication, the radio-announcer was saying in a throaty tone to demanding for conversation to a Miss. Koneko and her princess.
I know this song, It was Dorothy who spoke, her voice cold and calculated. Her eyes like tiny tombstones. I know this- Her words caught somewhere between her mouth and her lips, bathing themselves in an emotion Duo had not known in a long time. I know where they are.
. * . * .
The Duke Dermail had kept many estates, many homes, safe-houses and hovels. He was a man of precaution and precision, leaving nothing to chance or fate. The Earth, the colonies, they were dominion and residence to him and his kin. Dorothy passed as though dreaming through the graveyard quiet of this place- a place that used to be her home. Once upon a time, as the saying goes. Was it always this dispiriting? she wondered. Duo, Wufei and the strange honey-colored cat followed silently behind her, casting trained and weary eyes about them.
Was it she who spoke? That frightened little voice could not have been her own- could it?
Duo nodded and made to break away, stopped only by the hand now holding his wrist. Be careful, was all Wufei could force from his lips before releasing him. Duo nodded, caught speechless for once, and disappeared into the shadows of this artificial night. Relena cast a sad knowing glance at her companions. Wufei tried for a weak smile and gathered her against himself, then followed Dorothy to the doors. To justice or vanquish.
. * . * .
I understand now.
Upir stepped forward. Her movements certain and strong. Resolute.
I know what I have to do.
The Beast held her ground, neither in the light or the shadows.
I have to set her free.
. * . * .
Dorothy had only the time to lose her breath before she saw the dagger.
It's me, Upir was saying, I am what keeps you in this world. My breath feeds your lungs. My blood keeps you alive.
The Beast was a statue then, a motionless gray specter, powerless as all her slain prey. Her red-eyes flashed malice and fear. Betrayal and doubt. Paralyzed as the blade caught what little light it could, drinking it like the death it knew would come.
I know what I have to do. Upir's softness was gone, and in its place was the unyielding heat of the battle. The unforgiving steel determination of a soldier.
The word was a breath on Dorothy's lips but it was too late.
. * . * .
An explosion rent the air. The flames lapped up the darkness and bathed the night with the fierce wrath of its glow. Duo' was all that Relena and Wufei were able to think before their world was plunged once more into darkness. Later, all Relena could remember were Dorothy's desperate cries. She had never heard a sound so heartbreaking. So raw and human. She imagined Wufei must have pulled them both from the burning house. Dorothy must have put up a fight- Relena herself must have been dead weight, and Duo was nowhere to be found. Wufei was swearing in a tongue she could not understand.
When she was again conscious of her surroundings, they were far, far away.
Dorothy was crying. So changed. Had Dorothy ever cried before? Duo was back, looking defeated, not a trace of his once bright smile. Even the thought of smiles seemed profane somehow. Wufei seemed lost, meditative as he stared through and past them all. No one spoke, only the soft sounds of Dorothy's tears marred the quiet. Was this the end? Relena wondered.
_____And if you lose yourself
_____Could you take me, too?
_____Could you rest inside the sleep?
Dorothy wanted to die. Relena could see it in her eyes, hear it in her rasping, crying breaths. Upir was gone- had Dorothy loved her? Is that why she now thought for nothing but to follow her? Relena cried inside for the sister she never knew. For the friend she never could reach. For the cruelty of fate and the harsh, harsh world. Wufei wanted justice, Duo wanted happily ever after, but Relena had nothing for them. She was helpless, this princess trapped in the body of an animal, in the guise of a simple household pet. Relena wanted to cry.
Time passed. How much? She could not tell. The minutes went slipping by, slippery-slick with the seconds and hours.
She heard Wufei's tough-soft voice. He said that they were gone. Upir had sacrificed herself to destroy the Beast. She never saw it coming- no one did. Dorothy did not believe him. In her tears, commingled with pain, was hope. Always hope. The last of Pandora's evils.
. * . * .
It was the song. That was how she knew. I'll set you free from you, it had said, and she knew. Upir, who was beautiful, who was selfless and kind had died for their sins. Upir who had loved her. Who she had loved completely; dragon-scarlet ferocity. I am free, Dorothy thought, almost aloud. But I am alone. I am nothing. There was no comfort for her in thought, in words, in life. There was nothing for her here, and she knew it.
With the God of Death and the Solitary Dragon slumbering fitfully in the room beside her own, the Blonde Assassin crept on cat's feet away from this place. Away. Back. Back to where her life should have ended- in the arms of the Dove of peace. Only a small honey-colored cat marked her going.
. * . * .
It was a shell, a war torn graveyard, this house. It was never a home. Had they really planned to go there? In this burnt-out frame of knotted woods and curling boughs. It could have been a home, she heard her own voice whispering. If only for her. Beneath the ash, under the fallen gnarled planks of a once grand estate, was the only thing she had ever loved. The only one who had ever seen her. Her- Dorothy Catalonia. Not the assassin, the war-hungry, blood-lusting creature the Duke had made her. Upir's eyes could tear back the armor, they could find her in the deepest of nightmares and darkest of memories. Sad ruby eyes.
Sad ruby eyes that knew her, that were to her, everything.
her name was a prayer on chapped lips. A wish in a wilting heart. Hope.
She was hope, if nothing else. Always hope. She felt the tears and did not try to stop them. Not this time, never again. She could not keep this from Upir, her mourning. For her, and no one else would she ever give these tears. It was all they had now, this sorrow. And even this, Dorothy could not deny her.
Erlösung had hunted them endlessly, she could not have been satisfied without the death and capture she had promised. Only with Dorothy's final breath and Upir's return would she have relented. And even then, Dorothy was not sure she would have stopped. Who next? The Sanc delegation- the gundam pilots? Blood like wine flowing from all the oceans of the Earth would not have abated her thirst. Upir knew this. Upir knew that she was what kept the Beast alive. That only she could destroy her- destroy them both. Dorothy wept openly for her courage. For her unselfish heart. For her sacrifice. But Dorothy could not be so- so unselfish. All that she had ever wanted, needed and loved had gone with the consummation of the fires. The flames had licked clean the bones of the house and its unfortunate occupants. There was nothing for her here.
Wind caught soot, tears and the withering star's light marred her face. Her once glorious hair shone dim, tangled and listless. Standing just inside what used to be the threshold, staring into what used to be a house, maybe even a home, Dorothy abandoned all thought of hope, all semblance of strength. Nothing, there was nothing. Alone, tortured and tattered was how she found her there, in the entrance to a house that never had the chance to be a home.
~ flashback ~
I know what I have to do. Upir's softness was gone, and in its place was the unyielding heat of the battle. The unforgiving steel determination of a soldier.
The word was a breath on Dorothy's lips but it was too late.
An explosion rent the air. The flames lapped up the darkness and bathed the night with the fierce wrath of its glow. Dorothy,' was all Upir was able to think before her world was once more plunged into darkness. She held fast to the dagger, seeking her skin. Seeking her death. She knew what she had to do, Dorothy would not understand, but she was setting her free. Free. She had to do this. She heard her name howled in the night, the flames dancing to life at the haunted cry. She saw the shadow looming before it fell upon her.
Erlösung was screaming- screaming her name as she brought them both to the ground, battling for dominance, for the possession of the blade. So familiar, Upir thought absurdly, her mind so peaceful as her body fought beneath her guardian. She thought of Dorothy, of her love and strength. Of her eyes, and lips and voice. Dorothy, Dorothy, Dorothy- as though all of her was Dorothy's. And it was.
. * . * .
Don't cry, love. Shhh, don't cry.
Her mind and her heart warred. Mind saying She is dead, you lost her. This is not real. But her heart would not be still, crying out for her, for her embrace, her kiss, her warmth. Dorothy buried herself in begging arms, against a tangible and waiting body. the word fought from her throat but died on her lips when she caught those eyes with her own. Ruby and ice. Fire and cloud. There was nothing else. Upir- and she knew that was all she would ever need.
I could never leave you.
She did not understand, but did not care. Upir, who was real and alive and holding her, was here. That was all that mattered. She did not care how, or why or what had happened. Was Erlösung alive still? Were they safe and free at last? It did not matter if Upir was with her. Nothing. Nothing mattered but this love. Just love, and every dream and wish and hope was true- was beautiful.
I love you.
. * . * .
She's gone. They both are. Duo spun at Relena's soft words. The sleep was still heavy in his eyes and on his limbs. He regarded her with confusion, with sheer ignorance and naiveté for a moment before the words bled into his consciousness. And then, the panic.
Relena, having known him too well and expecting such a reaction, was unfazed. She held a quiet, still position in the sill of the window and waited for the tempest to subside. she said to him after a long moment of ranting. Dorothy left in the night, I followed her back to her grandfather's estate. Cherry, was it called?
You didn't wake me? Duo was offended.
Relena was apologetic. No. I couldn't. I don't know why, but it didn't seem right.
He scoffed and she continued. Upir's alive.
Another of Duo's maddened-rants later, Relena began to explain. By this time, having woken to the hysterical shouts of his companion, Wufei had joined them. He seemed to understand, though none of Relena's gentle words reached him. Duo sighed and pressed uncertain fists against closed eyes. He gathered his wits, and said to Wufei, Upir's alive, she and Dorothy have disappeared and we have no idea what happened to the Beast.
She's gone. I can feel it.
Duo rolled his eyes. Don't bother telling me I'm crazy- I know it, but Mab says the Beast is dead. He waited with downcast eyes for the justice-fueled lecture on weakness and mental stability that he believed would be spat his way, but it did not come. Wufei nodded once. I understand, is all he said.
Duo wondered absently at the parallel universe he had been thrown into. I'll do a sweep, he said, mumbled something under his breath about cat scans and head shrinkers and was gone.
You love him, don't you?
the dragon said with eyes unwilling to meet hers. but he does not know me, and I do not know what love is.
. * . * .
Stay with me, I'll set you free from you...
Stay with me, I'll set you free from you...
She breathed in this love, and breathed out her past. All the pain and blood. All the loss and hurt. She breathed in her life in the pale sweet scent of the angel in her arms.
_____Stay with me, I'll set you free from you...
_____Stay with me, I'll set you free from you...
They were free. They were alive and together- nothing could touch them. Was this the thing called love? She knew now that it was. And happily ever after? That as well.
. * . * .
Duo, Relena, and Wufei returned to the other pilots that morning. Duo felt a sort of closure growing inside of him, like the warmth of the Earth's sun starting in his chest and spreading through his body. Though every vessel, every cell, every pore. Relena was a melancholy kind of content. She would live, she would cherish and love, but not as those around her could.
Wufei- he suffered silently, a solitary dragon, as he always had.
. * . * .
And in a land far away, and long forgotten, a fallen angel and a princess lived happily ever after.
I need a love...
~fin