Dark Hopes
Chapter III
Again I own nothing! nothing at all well ok I own everything but the music and escaflowne
+I won't See You Tonight( part 1) by avenged sevenfold+
++Van+Minerva++
"So you knew Hitomi?" Van asked. Minerva laughed "She's my sister" "Why didn't you-" "I'm not into funerals, and besides I've said my goodbyes. If I would have stayed any longer, well, you know there are only so many times you can cry." He couldn't picture her crying but he didn't say anything. "There were just so many things that I don't understand, aren't you even just a little curious?" "Even if I knew I'd still be unhappy" "She's probably always unhappy" He thought. He reached into his coat pocket and he took out a cigarette. "You want one?" He asked lighting up. "No, did you pick that up from Hitomi?" "Yeah I guess, god she was great." "You loved her didn't you?" He looked away. "Oh fuck it. What's the point in holding back? Yeah I loved her" Van said. He seemed bittersweet about it. This made it harder for Black to tell him the truth. How could she ever tell him who Hitomi really loved? And more importantly how she loved?" "She didn't love me though" Van surprised Minerva. "She seemed fond of you." She assured him. "Good now I feel better." He said sarcasticly. Although she couldn't understand why Hitomi didn't love him, Minerva felt emotional towards him. "Um.. anyways I should get back to my apartment. I just cleaned out her house so..." "You have all her things then?" He seemed interested. "Yeah, everything but the house" She smiled. It was a tiny almost depressing smile. "If you want, you could help me organize everything" She hadn't known why she said that. But she wasn't about to throw anything out anyways. "Yeah that would be nice" Van smiled. ++Dilandau++ He sat in the Lady In Black's depressing apartment as he sorted through her mail. God she was boring. She must have went out to see Van, he realized. Just then he heard the door open he looked up. "Damn it!" he mumbled, moving into the shadows. She was with a man, and, Oh god it WAS Van. ++ 9: 52 p.m. meanwhile++ Folken went out it was his nightly ritual to feed. As he walked down the streets, expressionless, He saw that same nightclub, 22nd Night it was and underground vampyre operation Minerva worked there. It was owned by her close friend Spade. Spade was a weird one alright but Folken put that aside and entered. The heavy music blared on even though the club wasn't even open yet. Spade spent his whole goddamn life there. ( note: Folken could get into this place even though it wasn't opened due to the fact it was and underground vampyre operation as I stated above) "Hey." He turned around and yeah there was Spade, he actually thought they were friends. Folken didn't have friends personally. Besides, if you couldn't use someone, what good were they? "Spade I wanted to ask you about Minerva. She's been skipping out on her shifts hasn't she?" "Not really, I gave her some time off with her sister dying and all." Spade said. Folken looked perplexed. "Sister?" Spade took a step closer, causing Folken to take several back. "She didn't say anything?" Folken soon remembered why he never came here. "Did you meet her sister?" "Yeah I did." "How old was she?" "I don't know, but she seemed a lot older then Minerva." Folken decided to worry about this later and he figured he'd leave. "Hey Folken why did you come here anyway?" "God, what an idiot" Folken thought. "Dilandau has told me some unsettling news." Folken appeared almost ghoulish in the dim light. "What would that be?" "Some demon hunters have been coming here frequently." "My bar is open to anyone I'm sure they have come-" "Spade, let me break it down for you. Vampyre Hunters are gathering here!" Spade sighed "You want me to kill them?" Folken smiled. "Leave that up to me, alright? Not a word. Dilandau will come in tomorrow night ." Spade nodded backing away still unsure of what Dilandau intended to do ++ Later that Night++ There was indeed a Vampyre slaying crew. It was a terrible trio of Allen, Millerna,and Merle. Maybe it was Allen's grudge against Dornkirk or Dilandau, who knows. And naturally Millerna tagged along, if Allen was there. Merle, well not even Merle knew exactly why she was there. They seemed weak and uninterested but, in reality many of Dilandau's men have fallen at their hands. ++Van and The Lady In Black++ They sat together on her couch as she separated notebooks and photo albums. There were so many unfinished things. "You two seemed close" He commented. She looked at him somewhat melancholy. "We kind of grew apart and now I feel guilty." She said sadly. "But that's hindsight" She added. He glanced at his watch. "I should really get out of here. It's late and you probably want to get to bed." "No rush, I never sleep anyway." He looked at her strangely as he stood up. "No? Well then really I need some sleep." "I hope too see you again" She said. It came out somewhat desperate but he didn't mind. "Yeah sure, I'd like that too" ++ a few hours later++ The Lady In Black entered Folken's Living room. He had his back to her, staring out the window. "Folken?" He turned around to see she was in her "Cat Suit." Maybe she had been out for blood tonight too. "You have some." She motioned to his face which still had blood on it. "You saw my brother didn't you?" She nodded "Is he alright?" "I can't tell" He looked around "You smell like blood..." She looked up, "It's probably from you." "No Minerva what's going on?" "It's not Van's blood if that's what you think!" "I know, it's yours and you can't hide it from me." "Hide what?" "Minerva you are far too tainted to play the innocent." She unzipped her cat suit a little bit to reveal razor blade marks slightly below her collar bone and on her shoulders. Folken let out a shaky sigh. "You were suicidal when I met you. Has nothing changed? You have no respect for your immortality. Do I need to do something?" She looked up scared "No I promise I'll stop." "You said that before." +Flash back+ The moment Folken met Black he knew she'd be perfect. Well, that's how she seemed anyway. But unfortunately for him biting her didn't go very smoothly. He didn't want her as a lover or anything like that. He wanted to be her dark maker. He tried with Van but he didn't work. Van had the whole "moral" conflict. He never realized how suicidal Black was until she took a couple too many aspirins and tried to slash her body up. The second time was less but she lost a lot of blood. He remembered taking her to the hospital, and how it was bittersweet memories. That was when she bit him back. That was her famous awakening. She was like a time bomb, ready to go off, but a shred of humanity that lived inside him couldn't let her die.
Besides, she had too much of a story to tell. +the present time+ "What do you care anyway? I don't have anyone to love me.. to even care. If there was one less person in this world like me, who would give a damn? Theres no love, no Hitomi no-" "So it is true." She was surprised he was so calm. "I thought you'd be upset" "She's dead. What does it matter anyway?" "Who killed her? Was it your men?" He looked out the window again. She continued "If it was I can't be angry with you. I never told you." Folken looked deeply into her eyes. She felt the sharp feeling of brutal honesty and knew she was right. She couldn't help it. She had to look away. "Who?" she asked "That's not important." "It is to me." She mumbled "She was too much of a distraction to Van. It was my orders." Folken replied. "But it was Dilandau's doing." He added. Black looked around the dark room. She hated everything around her. "How close were you two?" "Well, we grew apart. Afterall, we were only half-sisters. We were close, but it seemed as if we were taking different directions in our lives. We just grew so much apart I guess." "So you will not resent me?" He wasn't really asking...that's not how it sounded anyway. She shrugged. "Like you would care or even notice?" "What a cynic" he thought. "Black be honest." "I'll always hate you, is that being honest enough?" She felt his cold steel hand on her shoulder. "Why? I gave you a gift." "You gave me a curse! A life sentence to watch everyone feel alive, everyone move on." "You cursed yourself! Loneliness is the worst curse and you already had that years before we ever met." "You continued the torment! It will never stop. I hate this life I go to bed every morning hoping that maybe I won't wake or maybe wake up in a different life. But somehow, somehow I get up every morning with the same scars even the same dreams that refuse to come true! The same emptiness! Life has brought me nothing new, I feel the same old things absolutely nothing has changed." "Do you have any appreciation?" He was now digging his steel claws into her shoulder with a firm grip on her. "This is totally fucked up! My appreciation has it's limits!" She sighed and several black tears slid down her face as the blood dripped down her shoulder. It actually felt good, she didn't even feel anything. He actually seemed more effected. He leaned forward and licked the blood off her shoulder. "I'm sorry things are this way ." "What? Is this the part he tells me it will be Ok?" He then moved away from her. But, it didn't register that she felt used, she just felt numb. He couldn't even hold her, not that that would help at all. No one ever wanted to protect her or not see her cry. She was trapped in a world full of oblivion and sadists. "Oh one more thing, Minerva, Dilandau will come by tomorrow. I have something I need you two to get done." She didn't say anything, she just left. Tomorrow would be Friday morning. Dilandau had been coming every Friday morning for the past two years. He didn't love her either but at least he was dependable. It wasn't much to most but it was a lot to her. She walked out and the city lights seemed to soothe her. They weren't glaring but they were somewhat dim on that quiet night. She didn't really have many nights like this. She almost smiled as her long leather coat swayed in the wind. She could swear she heard music. She knew if her life ended tonight she would at least die at peace. She also knew tomorrow would come and this moment would fade away into the drab wallpaper of her life. It would be somehow replaced with a dull situation. Like always.
Chapter III
Again I own nothing! nothing at all well ok I own everything but the music and escaflowne
+I won't See You Tonight( part 1) by avenged sevenfold+
++Van+Minerva++
"So you knew Hitomi?" Van asked. Minerva laughed "She's my sister" "Why didn't you-" "I'm not into funerals, and besides I've said my goodbyes. If I would have stayed any longer, well, you know there are only so many times you can cry." He couldn't picture her crying but he didn't say anything. "There were just so many things that I don't understand, aren't you even just a little curious?" "Even if I knew I'd still be unhappy" "She's probably always unhappy" He thought. He reached into his coat pocket and he took out a cigarette. "You want one?" He asked lighting up. "No, did you pick that up from Hitomi?" "Yeah I guess, god she was great." "You loved her didn't you?" He looked away. "Oh fuck it. What's the point in holding back? Yeah I loved her" Van said. He seemed bittersweet about it. This made it harder for Black to tell him the truth. How could she ever tell him who Hitomi really loved? And more importantly how she loved?" "She didn't love me though" Van surprised Minerva. "She seemed fond of you." She assured him. "Good now I feel better." He said sarcasticly. Although she couldn't understand why Hitomi didn't love him, Minerva felt emotional towards him. "Um.. anyways I should get back to my apartment. I just cleaned out her house so..." "You have all her things then?" He seemed interested. "Yeah, everything but the house" She smiled. It was a tiny almost depressing smile. "If you want, you could help me organize everything" She hadn't known why she said that. But she wasn't about to throw anything out anyways. "Yeah that would be nice" Van smiled. ++Dilandau++ He sat in the Lady In Black's depressing apartment as he sorted through her mail. God she was boring. She must have went out to see Van, he realized. Just then he heard the door open he looked up. "Damn it!" he mumbled, moving into the shadows. She was with a man, and, Oh god it WAS Van. ++ 9: 52 p.m. meanwhile++ Folken went out it was his nightly ritual to feed. As he walked down the streets, expressionless, He saw that same nightclub, 22nd Night it was and underground vampyre operation Minerva worked there. It was owned by her close friend Spade. Spade was a weird one alright but Folken put that aside and entered. The heavy music blared on even though the club wasn't even open yet. Spade spent his whole goddamn life there. ( note: Folken could get into this place even though it wasn't opened due to the fact it was and underground vampyre operation as I stated above) "Hey." He turned around and yeah there was Spade, he actually thought they were friends. Folken didn't have friends personally. Besides, if you couldn't use someone, what good were they? "Spade I wanted to ask you about Minerva. She's been skipping out on her shifts hasn't she?" "Not really, I gave her some time off with her sister dying and all." Spade said. Folken looked perplexed. "Sister?" Spade took a step closer, causing Folken to take several back. "She didn't say anything?" Folken soon remembered why he never came here. "Did you meet her sister?" "Yeah I did." "How old was she?" "I don't know, but she seemed a lot older then Minerva." Folken decided to worry about this later and he figured he'd leave. "Hey Folken why did you come here anyway?" "God, what an idiot" Folken thought. "Dilandau has told me some unsettling news." Folken appeared almost ghoulish in the dim light. "What would that be?" "Some demon hunters have been coming here frequently." "My bar is open to anyone I'm sure they have come-" "Spade, let me break it down for you. Vampyre Hunters are gathering here!" Spade sighed "You want me to kill them?" Folken smiled. "Leave that up to me, alright? Not a word. Dilandau will come in tomorrow night ." Spade nodded backing away still unsure of what Dilandau intended to do ++ Later that Night++ There was indeed a Vampyre slaying crew. It was a terrible trio of Allen, Millerna,and Merle. Maybe it was Allen's grudge against Dornkirk or Dilandau, who knows. And naturally Millerna tagged along, if Allen was there. Merle, well not even Merle knew exactly why she was there. They seemed weak and uninterested but, in reality many of Dilandau's men have fallen at their hands. ++Van and The Lady In Black++ They sat together on her couch as she separated notebooks and photo albums. There were so many unfinished things. "You two seemed close" He commented. She looked at him somewhat melancholy. "We kind of grew apart and now I feel guilty." She said sadly. "But that's hindsight" She added. He glanced at his watch. "I should really get out of here. It's late and you probably want to get to bed." "No rush, I never sleep anyway." He looked at her strangely as he stood up. "No? Well then really I need some sleep." "I hope too see you again" She said. It came out somewhat desperate but he didn't mind. "Yeah sure, I'd like that too" ++ a few hours later++ The Lady In Black entered Folken's Living room. He had his back to her, staring out the window. "Folken?" He turned around to see she was in her "Cat Suit." Maybe she had been out for blood tonight too. "You have some." She motioned to his face which still had blood on it. "You saw my brother didn't you?" She nodded "Is he alright?" "I can't tell" He looked around "You smell like blood..." She looked up, "It's probably from you." "No Minerva what's going on?" "It's not Van's blood if that's what you think!" "I know, it's yours and you can't hide it from me." "Hide what?" "Minerva you are far too tainted to play the innocent." She unzipped her cat suit a little bit to reveal razor blade marks slightly below her collar bone and on her shoulders. Folken let out a shaky sigh. "You were suicidal when I met you. Has nothing changed? You have no respect for your immortality. Do I need to do something?" She looked up scared "No I promise I'll stop." "You said that before." +Flash back+ The moment Folken met Black he knew she'd be perfect. Well, that's how she seemed anyway. But unfortunately for him biting her didn't go very smoothly. He didn't want her as a lover or anything like that. He wanted to be her dark maker. He tried with Van but he didn't work. Van had the whole "moral" conflict. He never realized how suicidal Black was until she took a couple too many aspirins and tried to slash her body up. The second time was less but she lost a lot of blood. He remembered taking her to the hospital, and how it was bittersweet memories. That was when she bit him back. That was her famous awakening. She was like a time bomb, ready to go off, but a shred of humanity that lived inside him couldn't let her die.
Besides, she had too much of a story to tell. +the present time+ "What do you care anyway? I don't have anyone to love me.. to even care. If there was one less person in this world like me, who would give a damn? Theres no love, no Hitomi no-" "So it is true." She was surprised he was so calm. "I thought you'd be upset" "She's dead. What does it matter anyway?" "Who killed her? Was it your men?" He looked out the window again. She continued "If it was I can't be angry with you. I never told you." Folken looked deeply into her eyes. She felt the sharp feeling of brutal honesty and knew she was right. She couldn't help it. She had to look away. "Who?" she asked "That's not important." "It is to me." She mumbled "She was too much of a distraction to Van. It was my orders." Folken replied. "But it was Dilandau's doing." He added. Black looked around the dark room. She hated everything around her. "How close were you two?" "Well, we grew apart. Afterall, we were only half-sisters. We were close, but it seemed as if we were taking different directions in our lives. We just grew so much apart I guess." "So you will not resent me?" He wasn't really asking...that's not how it sounded anyway. She shrugged. "Like you would care or even notice?" "What a cynic" he thought. "Black be honest." "I'll always hate you, is that being honest enough?" She felt his cold steel hand on her shoulder. "Why? I gave you a gift." "You gave me a curse! A life sentence to watch everyone feel alive, everyone move on." "You cursed yourself! Loneliness is the worst curse and you already had that years before we ever met." "You continued the torment! It will never stop. I hate this life I go to bed every morning hoping that maybe I won't wake or maybe wake up in a different life. But somehow, somehow I get up every morning with the same scars even the same dreams that refuse to come true! The same emptiness! Life has brought me nothing new, I feel the same old things absolutely nothing has changed." "Do you have any appreciation?" He was now digging his steel claws into her shoulder with a firm grip on her. "This is totally fucked up! My appreciation has it's limits!" She sighed and several black tears slid down her face as the blood dripped down her shoulder. It actually felt good, she didn't even feel anything. He actually seemed more effected. He leaned forward and licked the blood off her shoulder. "I'm sorry things are this way ." "What? Is this the part he tells me it will be Ok?" He then moved away from her. But, it didn't register that she felt used, she just felt numb. He couldn't even hold her, not that that would help at all. No one ever wanted to protect her or not see her cry. She was trapped in a world full of oblivion and sadists. "Oh one more thing, Minerva, Dilandau will come by tomorrow. I have something I need you two to get done." She didn't say anything, she just left. Tomorrow would be Friday morning. Dilandau had been coming every Friday morning for the past two years. He didn't love her either but at least he was dependable. It wasn't much to most but it was a lot to her. She walked out and the city lights seemed to soothe her. They weren't glaring but they were somewhat dim on that quiet night. She didn't really have many nights like this. She almost smiled as her long leather coat swayed in the wind. She could swear she heard music. She knew if her life ended tonight she would at least die at peace. She also knew tomorrow would come and this moment would fade away into the drab wallpaper of her life. It would be somehow replaced with a dull situation. Like always.