Shadowed Past: Prologue
Description: Xelloss' past comes back to haunt him when his former lover begins to spin a web of revenge he can't escape.
Disclaimer: I do not own any character of Slayer, though I do own Ayura.
Author's not: first fic I've posted on here, read/review, tell me if you like/hate whatever.
*Note* this is from Ayura's point of view, she is Xelloss' former lover.
I always wondered the circumstances of my death, the memories are still smeary in my mind, half blurred images of black engulf my mind. He came to my one night, scratching, scratching at my window. What else was I to do but let him in? He passionately embraced me, his lips sought mine. He asked if I wanted to be with him forever. What else would a young girl in love want than to be with the man she loved. He smiled sadly, then the pain began, it enveloped me in a purple haze, burning white hot pulsed through my veins until it emptied on the floor.. Why? I asked. But it was too late, I was dead. I left behind a life that I had yet to live. I left behind my lovely little sister, the white beacon in my black life. But you wouldn't leave me alone in death, you still wanted me, you resurrected me to stay by your side. Never to leave you.
I grew startlingly beautiful over the years, not that I saw a plain child when I was alive. My hair was my pride, it was long and flowing, dark as night. Daddy used to call me his Raven-haired beauty. My eyes were a striking green, like emeralds. They changed too, slowly after I died, they changed like everything else.
I was an odd child when I was alive. I never seemed to fit in anywhere. The villagers never really accepted me, I was viewed as a freak, yet they held a certain fear of me also. At a 13 I had mastered the Dragon Slave, it only ostracized me more. I remember the first night I met him. It was a warm Indian summer, the stars were bright like diamonds. Beautiful nights like these were not to waste. Dejected from hearing my darling sister's tales of taunting from the village children. Feeling it was somehow my fault, my oddities caused my family more troubles than I was worth. So I took a walk toward the open meadow by my house, listening to the crickets chirp, I heard a twig snap. Panic-stricken, I opened my mouth to scream, and I saw you, my scream stifled in my throat. That was the day I met you, you treated me with such kindness, something I craved for it, for you.
You kept me in a dark room, with crimson and gold everywhere. I was your pretty doll, for you only, for your twisted desires. Every minute I waited for you when you were gone, fooling myself into thinking that I loved you.
For those 500 hundred years I waited for someone like you, someone in which he would take an interest in. It turned out to be you. Fancy someone like you, over the years he would come to me, never sated. I returned his affections, unknowing of how he betrayed me in the past. One day, it snapped. I was dead, he did kill me. And so, for tearing me away from my beloved family, for all those years you kept me locked up, your pretty little doll. I would have my revenge, who would have known it would be you, the great Lina Inverse.
Xelloss would pay for what he has done.
Another note: sorry if I skip around a lot, I am very fond of stream-of- consciousness style writing and I tend to do that a lot.
Description: Xelloss' past comes back to haunt him when his former lover begins to spin a web of revenge he can't escape.
Disclaimer: I do not own any character of Slayer, though I do own Ayura.
Author's not: first fic I've posted on here, read/review, tell me if you like/hate whatever.
*Note* this is from Ayura's point of view, she is Xelloss' former lover.
I always wondered the circumstances of my death, the memories are still smeary in my mind, half blurred images of black engulf my mind. He came to my one night, scratching, scratching at my window. What else was I to do but let him in? He passionately embraced me, his lips sought mine. He asked if I wanted to be with him forever. What else would a young girl in love want than to be with the man she loved. He smiled sadly, then the pain began, it enveloped me in a purple haze, burning white hot pulsed through my veins until it emptied on the floor.. Why? I asked. But it was too late, I was dead. I left behind a life that I had yet to live. I left behind my lovely little sister, the white beacon in my black life. But you wouldn't leave me alone in death, you still wanted me, you resurrected me to stay by your side. Never to leave you.
I grew startlingly beautiful over the years, not that I saw a plain child when I was alive. My hair was my pride, it was long and flowing, dark as night. Daddy used to call me his Raven-haired beauty. My eyes were a striking green, like emeralds. They changed too, slowly after I died, they changed like everything else.
I was an odd child when I was alive. I never seemed to fit in anywhere. The villagers never really accepted me, I was viewed as a freak, yet they held a certain fear of me also. At a 13 I had mastered the Dragon Slave, it only ostracized me more. I remember the first night I met him. It was a warm Indian summer, the stars were bright like diamonds. Beautiful nights like these were not to waste. Dejected from hearing my darling sister's tales of taunting from the village children. Feeling it was somehow my fault, my oddities caused my family more troubles than I was worth. So I took a walk toward the open meadow by my house, listening to the crickets chirp, I heard a twig snap. Panic-stricken, I opened my mouth to scream, and I saw you, my scream stifled in my throat. That was the day I met you, you treated me with such kindness, something I craved for it, for you.
You kept me in a dark room, with crimson and gold everywhere. I was your pretty doll, for you only, for your twisted desires. Every minute I waited for you when you were gone, fooling myself into thinking that I loved you.
For those 500 hundred years I waited for someone like you, someone in which he would take an interest in. It turned out to be you. Fancy someone like you, over the years he would come to me, never sated. I returned his affections, unknowing of how he betrayed me in the past. One day, it snapped. I was dead, he did kill me. And so, for tearing me away from my beloved family, for all those years you kept me locked up, your pretty little doll. I would have my revenge, who would have known it would be you, the great Lina Inverse.
Xelloss would pay for what he has done.
Another note: sorry if I skip around a lot, I am very fond of stream-of- consciousness style writing and I tend to do that a lot.
