It had been a while since there was any real threat to the world. Any and
all conflicts were from would-be monsters and bandit gangs. The strangest
scenario though was the news about Greater Beastmaster Zelas. People claim
she has left and gone somewhere. Almost as if she had disappeared, not even
telling her most trusted servants where she was or for that matter, even if
she should return. Only the Mazoku's could know this bit of information for
sure though. This caused a bit of disrupt among the Mazoku's since they
didn't have a shred of knowledge of how to lead a life of their own. It was
something they just weren't opt to doing. Nevertheless, they tried and
peace was still reigning over the lands (however people saw peace at
least). But in the end, everyone took advantage of their current peaceful
lives and had a break at (or around) Seyruun.
Amelia sat her well used cedar table in the library, dusty and stained from lack of care, glancing up from her current book, one of her favorites, about a beautiful girl and a closed hearted beast. She loved their interaction, how the girl cared so much for the beast, even when he himself, did not understand for a beast.
"He's only a beast on the outside. On the inside, he's just like any other person, just full of sorrow," she read when she looked down.
Her mind wandered like it usually did, retreating to her imaginary world where she lived the life she wanted, like the characters in her stories. Being dressed in the prettiest ball room gowns as she walked down the bright hallway to a ball made just for her, or traveling into the heart of a darkened and dank forest to escape the clutches of evil and in the end, no matter what the plot, she'd be rescued by her prince. A prince? A word that would bring her to the surface of her dreams. A prince, her prince. Her head lowered, just touching the spine of the book. She had no love, no "prince" to fill the remaining chapter of her life story.
Her eyes locked onto the group of so called friends from the other side of the room. Yes, there they were again. Stopping by on their way through the city. Visiting HER. Lina, Gourry, Zelgadis, talking to Filia. Laughter rose and fell from what she could her were mumbles. That must've meant they didn't want her to hear whatever they were talking about. More then likely it had something to do with her. It always did. She leaned forward, trying her damnedest to get even a few words out. Still she heard only heard the murmurs. No words backing their sounds. Glaring ahead, she rose from her seat and cleared her throat. 'It's worth a try,' she thought.
"What are you talking about?" she squeaked, trying to sound polite in front of her friends. Their heads turned to face her. 'Looks like they heard me.for once.' Unfortunately, the worst possible person spoke.
"Oh, we're just discussing about your future," Filia purred. Amelia grimaced her attempt at being happy was shattered. 'I knew it,' her thoughts growled.
"Like what?" she managed to add without busting a nerve, even though it probably wouldn't have been so terrible if she had. Her life was already ruined.
"Oh, suitable partners for you. We're still browsing," Filia giggled just as if she were shopping the greatest array of clothing at the mall. 'The bitch. Like she would care how I felt.' Amelia thought, snapping her book shut and traveling behind on of the many book cases. She crouched in the corner, arms wrapped around her knees, her head buried in her arms. She didn't want to hear them anymore. All she wanted to know is if her twisted life could ever be undone. A wisp of wind brushed her hair, comforting her. She smiled for a moment, focusing on the breeze and forgetting her troubles under its comfort. It stopped too early, her frown returning. Whatever it was, she wanted to feel it again. Her thoughts where interrupted though.
"Poor Amelia. Why must one live like this? Under the shadow of another?" a soft voice questioned from beside her. She gasped, looking up to see him.
"Oh. Good day Mr. Xellos," she answered poorly, her head lowering, the lack of enthusiasm showing, "Why aren't you with the others?" He turned to listen to the sounds that haunted her from earlier and shook his head.
"Well, at least I got a greeting from you," her said without looking back to her. She could tell he was smiling though. He always did. He continued after a moment. "You must've heard about the claims about Zelas. Considering how much you read. I can only say its strange not having an agenda to follow. Having complete free will is interesting. Since I've been spending a little more time wandering, I decided to come by after a while. Besides, I at least want to make sure that Lina has someone, well, watching her back. But I do not socialize so much as they do. Besides, I'd rather drown in the deepest sea then try to be civil with a golden dragon. That's when I noticed you here in the back. Why not be your normal happy self and join in their conversation?"
"It's different," Amelia snapped back coldly. She was surprised in herself. She didn't mean it to sound that way, but she didn't really care.
"I see, so you just accept the fact that you're their pon?" he asked coolly, slowly turning back to face her. She glared ahead, the question striking an obvious cord.
"I am NOT their pon!" she retorted, anger building up, her face streaked with tears.
"If you are not their pon, then why do you let them walk all over you? That isn't the Amelia I ever see," his tone growing rough, smirking at her dismay. Her gaze fell into his widened, her mouth forming words but no sound. She couldn't answer; she didn't know how to answer him. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts about explaining herself to him. She snorted after a moment.
"Why would it matter to you? I know you just here to feed off me anyway, so go ahead. By the way, when you done with that, would you do me a favor and kill me?" her expression not even faulting as she mentioned death. There was no expression to back her statement.
He looked shocked. Out of all the times he had seen her, Xellos had never seen Amelia so serious about it. True he was there to feed off her frustration, but the fact that she asked him to kill her? Did he miss something when he was gone? For once he looked confused.
"Kill you?" he asked without thinking, "What would make you so depressed to ask ME to kill you?"
"Because you're the only one I know that will. And what's making me upset is none of your business!" she hissed, anger and fear reflecting in her eyes. Xellos looked down on her. He knew she was serious. It was too much of a change even for him to comprehend. Justice loving Amelia, the happy go lucky girl, princess of Seyruun, wanted him to murder her? The thought he would usually do without question, but something about it. He just didn't think it would be right. His eyes opened halfway, his expression stern.
Amelia noticed it to be one that he would usually give a person he was going to kill. A flash of fear went through her. 'He's going to kill me here? Now? . . Better now then never.' She thought despite herself. He slowly lowered himself to her level, his eyes still glazed with an emotion she didn't know. She couldn't help but stare. It had been the first time she had really seen those amethyst eyes so closely before. Her original thoughts were being replaced. 'His eyes. How beautiful.' She paused to realize just what she was doing. 'What the hell am I THINKING??? I'm about to die and all I can think about are his eyes!'
Xellos gazed at her for a moment, still confused. He outstretched both arms towards her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut awaiting her end, but was shocked when she felt not the tight grip of death around her throat, but two arms wrapped around her in a gentle hug. She opened her eyes. His head rested upon her shoulder, his arms hung loosely around her back, his demeanor gentle. Staring ahead, she tried to comprehend his actions.
"Xellos?" she whispered, her sadness ceasing for a moment. His voice was returned, muffled, but understandable.
"I will do whatever you want me to Amelia, but I will not do that."
Amelia sat her well used cedar table in the library, dusty and stained from lack of care, glancing up from her current book, one of her favorites, about a beautiful girl and a closed hearted beast. She loved their interaction, how the girl cared so much for the beast, even when he himself, did not understand for a beast.
"He's only a beast on the outside. On the inside, he's just like any other person, just full of sorrow," she read when she looked down.
Her mind wandered like it usually did, retreating to her imaginary world where she lived the life she wanted, like the characters in her stories. Being dressed in the prettiest ball room gowns as she walked down the bright hallway to a ball made just for her, or traveling into the heart of a darkened and dank forest to escape the clutches of evil and in the end, no matter what the plot, she'd be rescued by her prince. A prince? A word that would bring her to the surface of her dreams. A prince, her prince. Her head lowered, just touching the spine of the book. She had no love, no "prince" to fill the remaining chapter of her life story.
Her eyes locked onto the group of so called friends from the other side of the room. Yes, there they were again. Stopping by on their way through the city. Visiting HER. Lina, Gourry, Zelgadis, talking to Filia. Laughter rose and fell from what she could her were mumbles. That must've meant they didn't want her to hear whatever they were talking about. More then likely it had something to do with her. It always did. She leaned forward, trying her damnedest to get even a few words out. Still she heard only heard the murmurs. No words backing their sounds. Glaring ahead, she rose from her seat and cleared her throat. 'It's worth a try,' she thought.
"What are you talking about?" she squeaked, trying to sound polite in front of her friends. Their heads turned to face her. 'Looks like they heard me.for once.' Unfortunately, the worst possible person spoke.
"Oh, we're just discussing about your future," Filia purred. Amelia grimaced her attempt at being happy was shattered. 'I knew it,' her thoughts growled.
"Like what?" she managed to add without busting a nerve, even though it probably wouldn't have been so terrible if she had. Her life was already ruined.
"Oh, suitable partners for you. We're still browsing," Filia giggled just as if she were shopping the greatest array of clothing at the mall. 'The bitch. Like she would care how I felt.' Amelia thought, snapping her book shut and traveling behind on of the many book cases. She crouched in the corner, arms wrapped around her knees, her head buried in her arms. She didn't want to hear them anymore. All she wanted to know is if her twisted life could ever be undone. A wisp of wind brushed her hair, comforting her. She smiled for a moment, focusing on the breeze and forgetting her troubles under its comfort. It stopped too early, her frown returning. Whatever it was, she wanted to feel it again. Her thoughts where interrupted though.
"Poor Amelia. Why must one live like this? Under the shadow of another?" a soft voice questioned from beside her. She gasped, looking up to see him.
"Oh. Good day Mr. Xellos," she answered poorly, her head lowering, the lack of enthusiasm showing, "Why aren't you with the others?" He turned to listen to the sounds that haunted her from earlier and shook his head.
"Well, at least I got a greeting from you," her said without looking back to her. She could tell he was smiling though. He always did. He continued after a moment. "You must've heard about the claims about Zelas. Considering how much you read. I can only say its strange not having an agenda to follow. Having complete free will is interesting. Since I've been spending a little more time wandering, I decided to come by after a while. Besides, I at least want to make sure that Lina has someone, well, watching her back. But I do not socialize so much as they do. Besides, I'd rather drown in the deepest sea then try to be civil with a golden dragon. That's when I noticed you here in the back. Why not be your normal happy self and join in their conversation?"
"It's different," Amelia snapped back coldly. She was surprised in herself. She didn't mean it to sound that way, but she didn't really care.
"I see, so you just accept the fact that you're their pon?" he asked coolly, slowly turning back to face her. She glared ahead, the question striking an obvious cord.
"I am NOT their pon!" she retorted, anger building up, her face streaked with tears.
"If you are not their pon, then why do you let them walk all over you? That isn't the Amelia I ever see," his tone growing rough, smirking at her dismay. Her gaze fell into his widened, her mouth forming words but no sound. She couldn't answer; she didn't know how to answer him. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts about explaining herself to him. She snorted after a moment.
"Why would it matter to you? I know you just here to feed off me anyway, so go ahead. By the way, when you done with that, would you do me a favor and kill me?" her expression not even faulting as she mentioned death. There was no expression to back her statement.
He looked shocked. Out of all the times he had seen her, Xellos had never seen Amelia so serious about it. True he was there to feed off her frustration, but the fact that she asked him to kill her? Did he miss something when he was gone? For once he looked confused.
"Kill you?" he asked without thinking, "What would make you so depressed to ask ME to kill you?"
"Because you're the only one I know that will. And what's making me upset is none of your business!" she hissed, anger and fear reflecting in her eyes. Xellos looked down on her. He knew she was serious. It was too much of a change even for him to comprehend. Justice loving Amelia, the happy go lucky girl, princess of Seyruun, wanted him to murder her? The thought he would usually do without question, but something about it. He just didn't think it would be right. His eyes opened halfway, his expression stern.
Amelia noticed it to be one that he would usually give a person he was going to kill. A flash of fear went through her. 'He's going to kill me here? Now? . . Better now then never.' She thought despite herself. He slowly lowered himself to her level, his eyes still glazed with an emotion she didn't know. She couldn't help but stare. It had been the first time she had really seen those amethyst eyes so closely before. Her original thoughts were being replaced. 'His eyes. How beautiful.' She paused to realize just what she was doing. 'What the hell am I THINKING??? I'm about to die and all I can think about are his eyes!'
Xellos gazed at her for a moment, still confused. He outstretched both arms towards her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut awaiting her end, but was shocked when she felt not the tight grip of death around her throat, but two arms wrapped around her in a gentle hug. She opened her eyes. His head rested upon her shoulder, his arms hung loosely around her back, his demeanor gentle. Staring ahead, she tried to comprehend his actions.
"Xellos?" she whispered, her sadness ceasing for a moment. His voice was returned, muffled, but understandable.
"I will do whatever you want me to Amelia, but I will not do that."