Van. You bastard. You did this to them. You killed them all. I will get my
revenge! The revenge for my 'Slayers! You will burn, Fanel. You will join
you're damn brother in the underworld, where scum like you belong! I'll
kill you! I'll burn you! Die Fanel! I will have my revenge! Chiku.. Chiku..
Chiku..
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".And so you see why having lady Celena here would be an unwise choice. Bringing her to Fanelia wouldn't be the most wise decision." Van was walking through the courtyard with one of his greatest friends and strongest allies, Allen Schezar. Allen frowned down at the young boy-king.
"It would be good for Celena to get out of the house, she was happy when I said you might let her come." Van stifled a groan.
"You promised her, and now you're giving me a guilt trip. Allen, it's not that I don't trust your judgment, it's just." Van floundered, tactful words escaping him. Allen looked away into the distance, the words making themselves even more clear than if Van had shouted them out.
"You don't believe that Celena is back." Allen said quietly, halting with the king beside him. Van looked up, trying unsuccessfully to explain.
"It's just that. I don't believe that there ever was a Celena. When you found her the first time, Eries was with you at that graveyard." Allen's face tightened and they both started to walk again. "You told me what happened, and I. I don't want to take that chance. I'm sorry Allen, but I just don't know."
They walked along in silence for a while, avoiding looking at each other for as long as possible. Allen finally sighed, and Van looked up at him, hoping he was going to say something. But the silence stretched, and Van lost hope, looking back to the ground.
"She's different than I remember." Van looked back up, startled, and saw Allen had a faraway look in his eyes. "She used to always want to make friends with people, make them smile. Now, she wants nothing to do with anyone."
A few birds chirped and Van let himself be distracted. Allen was going down memory lane, and wasn't enjoying the ride, evidently. Van frowned and kicked a rock, sending it over to hit the trunk of a tree. He sighed lightly, and that seemed to pull Allen back to the present.
"Van, I need to be here because I'm a knight of Caeli, I have to protect queen Millerna and King. Dryden." He spat the second name out like a curse. There was no love lost between those two, that was for certain. Regaining control over himself, Allen continued.
"And whenever I'm gone, Celena.. I don't know the full extent, but it's like she can't tell the difference between right and wrong, like a very small child. I really don't like this, but I need to keep an eye on her. I don't even know what kind of thing's I'll find in my bed sheets when I get home." Allen shuddered visibly and Van pitied him more than he knew.
"Alright Allen, but you will send her home early. I don't trust anything that has. did have to do with Dilandau. Celena is one of them. You will keep someone trustworthy with her at all times, and I never want to be in a room alone with her. Scratch that, no one is to ever be left alone with her." Allen nodded, agreeing that, while he loved his sister very much, he would be the first to admit that she was dangerous.
"Lord Vaaaaan! Lord VAAAAAAAN!" Merle ran out of the house, frightened by something. Van reached for the hilt of his sword, seeing Allen do the same out of the corner of his eye. "LORD VAAAAAAAAN!" She screamed, running full tilt, eyes wide in fear, and hid behind her beloved master. "Lord Van, don't let him get me!" She squeaked.
Both Allen and Van drew their swords at this point, and pointed them at the doorway from which Merle had run, as if a bat from hell. They were incredibly tense and watched the doorway for some sign of her pursuer. She whimpered and clung to Van's leg, but he didn't try to push her off him. He suddenly felt blood running down his leg, and turned to look down at Merle.
Her face was frozen in a blank scream, her eyes glassy and dull, blood seeping from a wound in her back. Van shouted her name, but he could hear no sound issuing from his own lips. It was if everything had stopped, and he turned his head to look at Allen. He could see his lips moving, but he could hear no noise.
Then, Allen's head rolled cleanly off his shoulders, lips still moving in a silent warning. His body fell, and just before it hit the ground, all the sound came rushing back. But he wasn't in the courtyard anymore. Merle and Allen were gone, and in their places were five bodies. Bodies clad in blue armor, dead, but still standing.
They were in a line, swords drawn and ready for battle. Suddenly, he was moving. Chopping off the head of one with blonde hair and innocent blue eyes. "Shesta." Cutting off an arm then stabbing one with long brown hair. "Dalet." Another he took down with slashes through his stomach, with odd whitish-purple hair that looked like a sheep. "Guimel." Another he simply sliced at until he fell from blood loss, with unruly brown hair. "Miguel." And the last one to fall with shorter blonde hair was simply run through. "Gatti."
Van stood there, breathing hard. Suddenly, it started raining. Everything around him was dark, surrounding him and another figure, and yet the rain fell. The other figure started to laugh, holding their sword so it rested on it's shoulder and walking sideways, the red armor and black leather giving the identity away. However, it sounded as though there were two of them laughing, two with their bone-chilling, nightmare granting, soul shredding laughter.
"My men died earlier today. They were weak. That is why they died. The weak will die and the strong will survive." Van shivered as he heard this, hearing both a man and a woman's voice in unison. Through the shadows, he could see a glint of a pair of red eyes, then they would disappear into the darkness. Once they reappeared, they were instead a grayish blue, but they lost none of their intensity or madness.
"Oh, I'm all wet!" They exclaimed, sounding positively gleeful. "I do so hate the rain, it makes me so depressed!" Van could practically hear the giggle in their voices. He dropped his sword and listened to the clatter it made on the nonexistent floor. She, this time, walked forward, the sword still resting on her shoulder and a mad grin on her face.
Van watched, not even feeling any fear anymore, just anticipation of something to come. She shifted the sword, making it glint in the darkness, and he watched, hypnotized as a drop of water rolled off the blade.
"Yes, now it's time to play. Let's have some fun." They whispered, still holding the illusion of Celena. She leaned forward and pressed burning lips to his. Van felt a sensation, a tearing, burning, hungry sensation, and pressed forward to get more of it. She slipped her free arm around his neck and he wrapped both around her waist. They broke for breath, but not for long.
But it was no longer Celena pressed up against the boy-king, but the other. They leaned against each other, trying to get closer than humanly possible. Van risked licking his nemesis' lips, and was granted entrance. His tongue felt like it was on fire as he explored the recesses of the moist cavern. Suddenly, their positions were reversed and Van felt the tongue inside him, searching with an expert feel.
They broke away again, both gasping for air. The albino smirked as though he'd won, and finally removed the sword from his shoulder. He placed the tip of the blade against the gasping king's right cheek and smiled. Van just stood there, breathing. That was the oddest sensation he'd ever felt in his life, but he wanted more.
"Damn you Van Slanzar de Fanel. You killed all of them. I'll have my revenge." It was the double voice again, but it sounded breathy and aroused. Van smirked and slowly pushed the sword away, and they let it fall to the floor.
"Then have your vengeance." He whispered. They stared at him a moment, looking almost afraid, then they both smirk again. Van closes his eyes sadly, and a bloody tear traces a red path down his right cheek. He falls into the warm arms, blood pouring from the wound in his chest.
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Van's eyes shoot open and he would've jumped out of bed, but for the body straddling his own. Red eyes turn grayish-blue in an instant and Celena Schezar is left staring at the king while he was sleeping. Van stares at her in terror, fearing that she would do something to him now that the dream was over.
She smiles at him, then bends over and whispers something in his ear. Van goes deathly pale and Celena gets off him and leaves the room without a further sound. He sits up, unconsciously feeling the place where he'd been wounded in his dream. There was nothing there but some sticky sweat.
He glanced down and realized that it wasn't sweat, but blood! Quickly, he pulls his shirt off, but there is nothing on his skin, no marks, no scars, nothing. Van remembers a few times where this has happened before, and shivers, remembering something else too.
Glancing at the door, he gets up and makes sure that it's locked securely. Moving back to his bed, Van sits down on the edge and stares at the bloody shirt on the floor. He shivers again, then goes over to the window and looks out, not seeing the country that he helped rebuild, but a place of lost lives, of fear, of hate, a battleground, and homes and people burning to the ground.
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Moero Van! Chiku, chiku, chiku.... Moero, MOERO Van....
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LMK: I own nothing.
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Kriyn Dake: Thank you. I know it sounded like Dilandau. That was what I was trying to do.
Digital Senshi Sailor Who: I've seen your work and I'm impressed. You are good and I thank you for your comments. I know I could've left it at that, but I found an inspiration. So I wrote.
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".And so you see why having lady Celena here would be an unwise choice. Bringing her to Fanelia wouldn't be the most wise decision." Van was walking through the courtyard with one of his greatest friends and strongest allies, Allen Schezar. Allen frowned down at the young boy-king.
"It would be good for Celena to get out of the house, she was happy when I said you might let her come." Van stifled a groan.
"You promised her, and now you're giving me a guilt trip. Allen, it's not that I don't trust your judgment, it's just." Van floundered, tactful words escaping him. Allen looked away into the distance, the words making themselves even more clear than if Van had shouted them out.
"You don't believe that Celena is back." Allen said quietly, halting with the king beside him. Van looked up, trying unsuccessfully to explain.
"It's just that. I don't believe that there ever was a Celena. When you found her the first time, Eries was with you at that graveyard." Allen's face tightened and they both started to walk again. "You told me what happened, and I. I don't want to take that chance. I'm sorry Allen, but I just don't know."
They walked along in silence for a while, avoiding looking at each other for as long as possible. Allen finally sighed, and Van looked up at him, hoping he was going to say something. But the silence stretched, and Van lost hope, looking back to the ground.
"She's different than I remember." Van looked back up, startled, and saw Allen had a faraway look in his eyes. "She used to always want to make friends with people, make them smile. Now, she wants nothing to do with anyone."
A few birds chirped and Van let himself be distracted. Allen was going down memory lane, and wasn't enjoying the ride, evidently. Van frowned and kicked a rock, sending it over to hit the trunk of a tree. He sighed lightly, and that seemed to pull Allen back to the present.
"Van, I need to be here because I'm a knight of Caeli, I have to protect queen Millerna and King. Dryden." He spat the second name out like a curse. There was no love lost between those two, that was for certain. Regaining control over himself, Allen continued.
"And whenever I'm gone, Celena.. I don't know the full extent, but it's like she can't tell the difference between right and wrong, like a very small child. I really don't like this, but I need to keep an eye on her. I don't even know what kind of thing's I'll find in my bed sheets when I get home." Allen shuddered visibly and Van pitied him more than he knew.
"Alright Allen, but you will send her home early. I don't trust anything that has. did have to do with Dilandau. Celena is one of them. You will keep someone trustworthy with her at all times, and I never want to be in a room alone with her. Scratch that, no one is to ever be left alone with her." Allen nodded, agreeing that, while he loved his sister very much, he would be the first to admit that she was dangerous.
"Lord Vaaaaan! Lord VAAAAAAAN!" Merle ran out of the house, frightened by something. Van reached for the hilt of his sword, seeing Allen do the same out of the corner of his eye. "LORD VAAAAAAAAN!" She screamed, running full tilt, eyes wide in fear, and hid behind her beloved master. "Lord Van, don't let him get me!" She squeaked.
Both Allen and Van drew their swords at this point, and pointed them at the doorway from which Merle had run, as if a bat from hell. They were incredibly tense and watched the doorway for some sign of her pursuer. She whimpered and clung to Van's leg, but he didn't try to push her off him. He suddenly felt blood running down his leg, and turned to look down at Merle.
Her face was frozen in a blank scream, her eyes glassy and dull, blood seeping from a wound in her back. Van shouted her name, but he could hear no sound issuing from his own lips. It was if everything had stopped, and he turned his head to look at Allen. He could see his lips moving, but he could hear no noise.
Then, Allen's head rolled cleanly off his shoulders, lips still moving in a silent warning. His body fell, and just before it hit the ground, all the sound came rushing back. But he wasn't in the courtyard anymore. Merle and Allen were gone, and in their places were five bodies. Bodies clad in blue armor, dead, but still standing.
They were in a line, swords drawn and ready for battle. Suddenly, he was moving. Chopping off the head of one with blonde hair and innocent blue eyes. "Shesta." Cutting off an arm then stabbing one with long brown hair. "Dalet." Another he took down with slashes through his stomach, with odd whitish-purple hair that looked like a sheep. "Guimel." Another he simply sliced at until he fell from blood loss, with unruly brown hair. "Miguel." And the last one to fall with shorter blonde hair was simply run through. "Gatti."
Van stood there, breathing hard. Suddenly, it started raining. Everything around him was dark, surrounding him and another figure, and yet the rain fell. The other figure started to laugh, holding their sword so it rested on it's shoulder and walking sideways, the red armor and black leather giving the identity away. However, it sounded as though there were two of them laughing, two with their bone-chilling, nightmare granting, soul shredding laughter.
"My men died earlier today. They were weak. That is why they died. The weak will die and the strong will survive." Van shivered as he heard this, hearing both a man and a woman's voice in unison. Through the shadows, he could see a glint of a pair of red eyes, then they would disappear into the darkness. Once they reappeared, they were instead a grayish blue, but they lost none of their intensity or madness.
"Oh, I'm all wet!" They exclaimed, sounding positively gleeful. "I do so hate the rain, it makes me so depressed!" Van could practically hear the giggle in their voices. He dropped his sword and listened to the clatter it made on the nonexistent floor. She, this time, walked forward, the sword still resting on her shoulder and a mad grin on her face.
Van watched, not even feeling any fear anymore, just anticipation of something to come. She shifted the sword, making it glint in the darkness, and he watched, hypnotized as a drop of water rolled off the blade.
"Yes, now it's time to play. Let's have some fun." They whispered, still holding the illusion of Celena. She leaned forward and pressed burning lips to his. Van felt a sensation, a tearing, burning, hungry sensation, and pressed forward to get more of it. She slipped her free arm around his neck and he wrapped both around her waist. They broke for breath, but not for long.
But it was no longer Celena pressed up against the boy-king, but the other. They leaned against each other, trying to get closer than humanly possible. Van risked licking his nemesis' lips, and was granted entrance. His tongue felt like it was on fire as he explored the recesses of the moist cavern. Suddenly, their positions were reversed and Van felt the tongue inside him, searching with an expert feel.
They broke away again, both gasping for air. The albino smirked as though he'd won, and finally removed the sword from his shoulder. He placed the tip of the blade against the gasping king's right cheek and smiled. Van just stood there, breathing. That was the oddest sensation he'd ever felt in his life, but he wanted more.
"Damn you Van Slanzar de Fanel. You killed all of them. I'll have my revenge." It was the double voice again, but it sounded breathy and aroused. Van smirked and slowly pushed the sword away, and they let it fall to the floor.
"Then have your vengeance." He whispered. They stared at him a moment, looking almost afraid, then they both smirk again. Van closes his eyes sadly, and a bloody tear traces a red path down his right cheek. He falls into the warm arms, blood pouring from the wound in his chest.
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Van's eyes shoot open and he would've jumped out of bed, but for the body straddling his own. Red eyes turn grayish-blue in an instant and Celena Schezar is left staring at the king while he was sleeping. Van stares at her in terror, fearing that she would do something to him now that the dream was over.
She smiles at him, then bends over and whispers something in his ear. Van goes deathly pale and Celena gets off him and leaves the room without a further sound. He sits up, unconsciously feeling the place where he'd been wounded in his dream. There was nothing there but some sticky sweat.
He glanced down and realized that it wasn't sweat, but blood! Quickly, he pulls his shirt off, but there is nothing on his skin, no marks, no scars, nothing. Van remembers a few times where this has happened before, and shivers, remembering something else too.
Glancing at the door, he gets up and makes sure that it's locked securely. Moving back to his bed, Van sits down on the edge and stares at the bloody shirt on the floor. He shivers again, then goes over to the window and looks out, not seeing the country that he helped rebuild, but a place of lost lives, of fear, of hate, a battleground, and homes and people burning to the ground.
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Moero Van! Chiku, chiku, chiku.... Moero, MOERO Van....
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LMK: I own nothing.
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Kriyn Dake: Thank you. I know it sounded like Dilandau. That was what I was trying to do.
Digital Senshi Sailor Who: I've seen your work and I'm impressed. You are good and I thank you for your comments. I know I could've left it at that, but I found an inspiration. So I wrote.