It really sucks to get no sleep whatsoever and despise the sun, then be
forced into the damn light. Grrr, evil people! Decided to update. Don't
like this chapter too much. Oh and I'm not trying to make Dilandau a
vampire! Just because of the blood drinking doesn't mean he suddenly sleeps
in a coffin and only feasts on virgins and shit like that! Ok? In this
chapter he is simply curious to experience the flavor.
Disclaimer: I don't Escaflowne.
Atari: I know dreams do normally have a message within them, but I can make amends for her dream later on. I agree when with you about the fact that Dilandau isn't some stoic killer. He has more finesse when he attacks. For some reason I just want some murderous psychopath killing off everyone.
Emiri-chan: I'm not the best at updated, but I'll see what I can do to stop procrastinating.
Lilchibi: I am soooo tired. Thanks for your remark about my stories are good. It's really nice of you to say that. Ha ha ha, the blood thing I was talking about.
ShiAne: Yes, I do like the fact that Allen is dead in my fanfic. Hope none of the Allen lovers read my fic, they might not like it the same way I do.
Misty Eyes: Thank you for telling me to continue, because you were just the boost I needed to actually type it up!
Satisfaction for Death
Chapter 2
Dilandau took a left, seeing more rooms that could be bedrooms. His bare feet were silent against the wooden floor of the castle. An occasional drop of blood slipped to the ground when collected enough at the tip of the blade.
His breath was even steady and almost nonexistent in the deserted aisles of the palace.
'I wonder whose castle?' he thought as he stalked through the corridors.
His question was soon answered as he stopped in front of a shield with Fanelias' crest upon it. The albino scowled at the sight, shifting the somewhat heavy sword to scratch it up.
The teenager turned away from his work and quietly approached the first door on his right. Utter anticipation made his throat dry and palms sweaty.
Soon, very soon he would avenge the deaths of his Dragonslayers and crumbled beauty. Van Fanel and that bitch from the mystic moon would be dead by dawn.
Dilandau leaned in closely to the door, listening for any sounds. He heard soft sobs on the other side, cries that sounded like a womans.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Hitomi)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~
Hitomi Kanzaki sat alone in the dark, save the moonlight penetrating her wide, open window.
Her nose was a rose color matching her watering eyes. Drying rivers of tears were found on her flushed face.
She had come back to Gaea because she loved Van. Plus, life wasn't the best back in Japan. Sure she had her friends, family, and television, but it was kind of dull. Life was beyond boring at her house, school was even worse!
Amano and Yukari were going out now. She was happy they found each other and truly cared for one another. After all, she had Van.. right?
She did miss those things on Earth still. And the fact that Vans' love wasn't cutting it for her anymore wasn't helping. He was paying less and less attention to her every day. Allen was absolutely no help, hitting on her was not mending her lonely heart. Merle was getting more and more annoying every day and Selena gave her the creeps.
Dilandau had been confined to her sleep, so she almost always laughed in her sleep. Wait Hitomi wanted to rephrase that, she almost always laughed manically and loudly in her sleep. When she wasn't asking about her past she was dead quiet.
Hitomi gave a sigh of relief knowing that Allen was comforting Selena this second and they were leaving tomorrow.
So once again she would be forced to do nothing all day. Constantly plagued by the thought of 'What if I had stayed?'. Also the fact that she had permanently left behind her family and the other people she cared dearly about.
Her tears began to gather at the corners of her eyes again. The familiar sting went through her nose, signaling that she'd cry again in the empty moonlight.
"No mother, no father, no brother, no friends." Hitomi whispered gingerly into her tear soaked knees as she sat on her bed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Dilandau)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~
A smile lit up his pale features.
He had found one of the people who had helped kill his Dragonslayers.
Dilandau stood up to his full height from being crouched down, ear against door. He slammed into the room with fury, startling Hitomi.
She gasped and back up away from him, her back pushed hard up to the wall still on her bed.
"Van-" the psychic began to scream.
Dilandau crossed the room in great strides and forcefully covered her mouth with his left hand. He let his gloved fingers press into her jaw. "Do not scream." He growled with a mocking smile.
Hitomi immediately did as told and stared up at him with wide, scared eyes. Her hands, which had automatically grabbed his hand on her mouth, began to loosen their grip on him, slipping down to her lap.
"Now," he began sitting beside her on the bed, "how shall I kill you?"
She had no real answer for that and prayed that he was only ranting a bit. A fear that he would make her answer rose in her.
To confirm that her fear was true, he slowly took his hand away from her mouth.
She breathed a sigh of relief that he had let her lungs fill with air. Still she had no clue what to say even as he watched her with red eyes. A body that had hellfire burning within that was displayed through his demonic glare.
"I command you to tell me, or would you like me to chose for you bitch?" He said threatening, letting his full attention gather on her face.
Hitomi could feel herself shaking under his intent and hot gaze. "Van will save me.." was all she managed to say. Yet, somewhere deep inside she knew that was a lie. This time he had really gotten her.
His eyes narrowed, "Love is useless." He muttered, a squeak admitted as he shifted off the bed and walked around her room. He stopped in front of her night table and opened it. Letters, a Walkman, a bag of batteries, and a dagger lay as its contents. Dilandau touched the soft, leather bound hilt of the only object he truly knew how to use in the nightstand.
Green eyes became even more fearful as she remembered the weapon. A plan to escape was needed desperately. Hitomi slowly moved on the mattress to be far from him and not make any noise. She wasn't rewarded with either because just as she started, a noisy squeak told the quiet room that she had moved.
Dilandau spun around to look at her with a silver dagger in his left hand and a sword in his right. "Were you trying to escape?"
"No! I wasn't." she said a little too quickly.
A sick smile came Dilandau's face that made Hitomi's skin crawl.
"Good, I wouldn't want you to leave. Perhaps I can have some fun with you." He said in a deep voice, taking slow steps to stand over her sitting form.
'I won't let him get me! I must live for.. I don't really have anyone to live for.' The thought was a sad whisper in her mind.
He watched her with keen eyes. Her facial expression going from fear to depressed. Hitomi allowed her head to loll down onto her chest and she fell back onto her bed. "Kill me if you want." Her lips said without a thought. She closed her eyes prepared for a stab.
The albino sat down on the bed, resting his elbows on either side of her face. "Any requests how?"
"No."
"Good." His voice was lighter than a whisper. Dilandau tilted his head and delicately kissed Hitomi's lips. Her eyes shot open and she shoved him away with all her might. "That is not death!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Hitomi was already a tad frightened to have him near her, but when he was close like that, it invoked this terrible vibe. What the hell was she thinking in the first place? She shouldn't die because of Van!
Dilandau was staring at the door quietly, waiting to see of anyone had heard. No one was jogging down the hall to see of the noise. He glared at her cruelly, "I just wanted you to have a kiss from a real man."
A giggle escaped Hitomi's mouth, then a laughter that grew stronger. A pillow was pushed over her head to stop her. Once she calmed down she pulled the pillow away. A feeling of happiness going through her, she no longer believed that this boy in front of her could kill her. But she was wrong.
The second she sat up to smile at him and see him in a new light as a fellow teenager, that dreadful feeling came back to her. He had he straddled now, how she hadn't noticed before was a mystery. His mouth was tight and irritation stood clearly on his face. She could practically feel the hatred oozing from him.
He let the right side of his body pull back some, only for a dagger to come forward into her chest. Her shuddering breath and fearful expression brought a delight so comforting to Dilandau. He helped her lay down, running his hand from her crying face to the valley of her chest, touching the weapon. With rough jerk he pulled it from her.
A red film of blood on the blade, also pouring from her chest. Dilandau stood over watching it drip over her curves with a heartless smile. He proceeded in cutting, deeply, in various places small whimpers coming from her. Happiness aroused in him that he longed for constantly, every second of every day.
When he found that he had destroyed her enough he sat back, still upon her, and watched her die slowly. Not bothered at all, even as she stared into his eyes with despair. "Your not human." She croaked out, blood sputtering from her mouth. A few droplets remaining on her lips.
Dilandau smeared the drops over her lips. He returned his hand to his mouth, slowly licking off the blood with a sigh. "I'm so much more than human." He laughed kissing her again.
Hitomi allowed him, unable to stop this time as he simply sipped her contents. The pale boy threw his head back savoring the copper taste. Something about killing and blood seemed to amaze him so damn much at times he felt he couldn't stop himself, like now.
This time when he went down for a drink he laid on the bed, licking her cuts with a growl. He was so deeply involved with his newfound hobby he didn't notice the body standing in the doorway.
A cry from a high-pitched voice finally made him notice the being. Merle stood in her long cotton nightgown crying and trembling. The doorframe supporting her from falling to the ground.
He jumped of the bed and grabbed his two weapons running for the door. She screamed and stared running left down the hall with yelps on all fours.
"Get back here cat!" he yelled, not caring if the whole castle heard him.
"Lord Van! Lord Van! Lord Van!" she screamed her throat raw.
Doors were opening and people were screaming to see Dilandau running through the halls with blood stained blades. Everyone was running away from him, seeing as most were servants.
His trained body caught the cat girl at a corner; he grabbed her around the waist. "Where is he?" he asked too causally in her furry cat ear.
"I won't let you hurt Lord Van!" the pink haired cat said, struggling to escape.
Dilandau was silent, thinking. She had led him away from Van. "Thanks for your help." He muttered lodging the dagger through her back.
Merle fell to her knees, then to her side without a sound. Her eyes wide with pain as it cut into her spine whenever she moved.
He stood up and began to run back to the first hall he had been at. Van would be waiting for him and Dilandau was going to win this fight.
Disclaimer: I don't Escaflowne.
Atari: I know dreams do normally have a message within them, but I can make amends for her dream later on. I agree when with you about the fact that Dilandau isn't some stoic killer. He has more finesse when he attacks. For some reason I just want some murderous psychopath killing off everyone.
Emiri-chan: I'm not the best at updated, but I'll see what I can do to stop procrastinating.
Lilchibi: I am soooo tired. Thanks for your remark about my stories are good. It's really nice of you to say that. Ha ha ha, the blood thing I was talking about.
ShiAne: Yes, I do like the fact that Allen is dead in my fanfic. Hope none of the Allen lovers read my fic, they might not like it the same way I do.
Misty Eyes: Thank you for telling me to continue, because you were just the boost I needed to actually type it up!
Satisfaction for Death
Chapter 2
Dilandau took a left, seeing more rooms that could be bedrooms. His bare feet were silent against the wooden floor of the castle. An occasional drop of blood slipped to the ground when collected enough at the tip of the blade.
His breath was even steady and almost nonexistent in the deserted aisles of the palace.
'I wonder whose castle?' he thought as he stalked through the corridors.
His question was soon answered as he stopped in front of a shield with Fanelias' crest upon it. The albino scowled at the sight, shifting the somewhat heavy sword to scratch it up.
The teenager turned away from his work and quietly approached the first door on his right. Utter anticipation made his throat dry and palms sweaty.
Soon, very soon he would avenge the deaths of his Dragonslayers and crumbled beauty. Van Fanel and that bitch from the mystic moon would be dead by dawn.
Dilandau leaned in closely to the door, listening for any sounds. He heard soft sobs on the other side, cries that sounded like a womans.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Hitomi)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~
Hitomi Kanzaki sat alone in the dark, save the moonlight penetrating her wide, open window.
Her nose was a rose color matching her watering eyes. Drying rivers of tears were found on her flushed face.
She had come back to Gaea because she loved Van. Plus, life wasn't the best back in Japan. Sure she had her friends, family, and television, but it was kind of dull. Life was beyond boring at her house, school was even worse!
Amano and Yukari were going out now. She was happy they found each other and truly cared for one another. After all, she had Van.. right?
She did miss those things on Earth still. And the fact that Vans' love wasn't cutting it for her anymore wasn't helping. He was paying less and less attention to her every day. Allen was absolutely no help, hitting on her was not mending her lonely heart. Merle was getting more and more annoying every day and Selena gave her the creeps.
Dilandau had been confined to her sleep, so she almost always laughed in her sleep. Wait Hitomi wanted to rephrase that, she almost always laughed manically and loudly in her sleep. When she wasn't asking about her past she was dead quiet.
Hitomi gave a sigh of relief knowing that Allen was comforting Selena this second and they were leaving tomorrow.
So once again she would be forced to do nothing all day. Constantly plagued by the thought of 'What if I had stayed?'. Also the fact that she had permanently left behind her family and the other people she cared dearly about.
Her tears began to gather at the corners of her eyes again. The familiar sting went through her nose, signaling that she'd cry again in the empty moonlight.
"No mother, no father, no brother, no friends." Hitomi whispered gingerly into her tear soaked knees as she sat on her bed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Dilandau)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~
A smile lit up his pale features.
He had found one of the people who had helped kill his Dragonslayers.
Dilandau stood up to his full height from being crouched down, ear against door. He slammed into the room with fury, startling Hitomi.
She gasped and back up away from him, her back pushed hard up to the wall still on her bed.
"Van-" the psychic began to scream.
Dilandau crossed the room in great strides and forcefully covered her mouth with his left hand. He let his gloved fingers press into her jaw. "Do not scream." He growled with a mocking smile.
Hitomi immediately did as told and stared up at him with wide, scared eyes. Her hands, which had automatically grabbed his hand on her mouth, began to loosen their grip on him, slipping down to her lap.
"Now," he began sitting beside her on the bed, "how shall I kill you?"
She had no real answer for that and prayed that he was only ranting a bit. A fear that he would make her answer rose in her.
To confirm that her fear was true, he slowly took his hand away from her mouth.
She breathed a sigh of relief that he had let her lungs fill with air. Still she had no clue what to say even as he watched her with red eyes. A body that had hellfire burning within that was displayed through his demonic glare.
"I command you to tell me, or would you like me to chose for you bitch?" He said threatening, letting his full attention gather on her face.
Hitomi could feel herself shaking under his intent and hot gaze. "Van will save me.." was all she managed to say. Yet, somewhere deep inside she knew that was a lie. This time he had really gotten her.
His eyes narrowed, "Love is useless." He muttered, a squeak admitted as he shifted off the bed and walked around her room. He stopped in front of her night table and opened it. Letters, a Walkman, a bag of batteries, and a dagger lay as its contents. Dilandau touched the soft, leather bound hilt of the only object he truly knew how to use in the nightstand.
Green eyes became even more fearful as she remembered the weapon. A plan to escape was needed desperately. Hitomi slowly moved on the mattress to be far from him and not make any noise. She wasn't rewarded with either because just as she started, a noisy squeak told the quiet room that she had moved.
Dilandau spun around to look at her with a silver dagger in his left hand and a sword in his right. "Were you trying to escape?"
"No! I wasn't." she said a little too quickly.
A sick smile came Dilandau's face that made Hitomi's skin crawl.
"Good, I wouldn't want you to leave. Perhaps I can have some fun with you." He said in a deep voice, taking slow steps to stand over her sitting form.
'I won't let him get me! I must live for.. I don't really have anyone to live for.' The thought was a sad whisper in her mind.
He watched her with keen eyes. Her facial expression going from fear to depressed. Hitomi allowed her head to loll down onto her chest and she fell back onto her bed. "Kill me if you want." Her lips said without a thought. She closed her eyes prepared for a stab.
The albino sat down on the bed, resting his elbows on either side of her face. "Any requests how?"
"No."
"Good." His voice was lighter than a whisper. Dilandau tilted his head and delicately kissed Hitomi's lips. Her eyes shot open and she shoved him away with all her might. "That is not death!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Hitomi was already a tad frightened to have him near her, but when he was close like that, it invoked this terrible vibe. What the hell was she thinking in the first place? She shouldn't die because of Van!
Dilandau was staring at the door quietly, waiting to see of anyone had heard. No one was jogging down the hall to see of the noise. He glared at her cruelly, "I just wanted you to have a kiss from a real man."
A giggle escaped Hitomi's mouth, then a laughter that grew stronger. A pillow was pushed over her head to stop her. Once she calmed down she pulled the pillow away. A feeling of happiness going through her, she no longer believed that this boy in front of her could kill her. But she was wrong.
The second she sat up to smile at him and see him in a new light as a fellow teenager, that dreadful feeling came back to her. He had he straddled now, how she hadn't noticed before was a mystery. His mouth was tight and irritation stood clearly on his face. She could practically feel the hatred oozing from him.
He let the right side of his body pull back some, only for a dagger to come forward into her chest. Her shuddering breath and fearful expression brought a delight so comforting to Dilandau. He helped her lay down, running his hand from her crying face to the valley of her chest, touching the weapon. With rough jerk he pulled it from her.
A red film of blood on the blade, also pouring from her chest. Dilandau stood over watching it drip over her curves with a heartless smile. He proceeded in cutting, deeply, in various places small whimpers coming from her. Happiness aroused in him that he longed for constantly, every second of every day.
When he found that he had destroyed her enough he sat back, still upon her, and watched her die slowly. Not bothered at all, even as she stared into his eyes with despair. "Your not human." She croaked out, blood sputtering from her mouth. A few droplets remaining on her lips.
Dilandau smeared the drops over her lips. He returned his hand to his mouth, slowly licking off the blood with a sigh. "I'm so much more than human." He laughed kissing her again.
Hitomi allowed him, unable to stop this time as he simply sipped her contents. The pale boy threw his head back savoring the copper taste. Something about killing and blood seemed to amaze him so damn much at times he felt he couldn't stop himself, like now.
This time when he went down for a drink he laid on the bed, licking her cuts with a growl. He was so deeply involved with his newfound hobby he didn't notice the body standing in the doorway.
A cry from a high-pitched voice finally made him notice the being. Merle stood in her long cotton nightgown crying and trembling. The doorframe supporting her from falling to the ground.
He jumped of the bed and grabbed his two weapons running for the door. She screamed and stared running left down the hall with yelps on all fours.
"Get back here cat!" he yelled, not caring if the whole castle heard him.
"Lord Van! Lord Van! Lord Van!" she screamed her throat raw.
Doors were opening and people were screaming to see Dilandau running through the halls with blood stained blades. Everyone was running away from him, seeing as most were servants.
His trained body caught the cat girl at a corner; he grabbed her around the waist. "Where is he?" he asked too causally in her furry cat ear.
"I won't let you hurt Lord Van!" the pink haired cat said, struggling to escape.
Dilandau was silent, thinking. She had led him away from Van. "Thanks for your help." He muttered lodging the dagger through her back.
Merle fell to her knees, then to her side without a sound. Her eyes wide with pain as it cut into her spine whenever she moved.
He stood up and began to run back to the first hall he had been at. Van would be waiting for him and Dilandau was going to win this fight.