Ha ha ha, I'm back! Been a while, lack of interests when no one reviews.
Then again when people do decide to review for my pointless stories, I
don't update then either. In the mood to continue this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne.
Ok I'm not quite sure who updated so if I missed you I'll try to thank you next chapter. Sorry.
Satisfaction for Death
Dilandau walked back down the hall he had just been running down with frightening calmness. The mindless servants who had not been intelligent enough to run away the first time he had appeared, trembled in unsubtle fear as the demonic boy walked by. His heart was exploding with eagerness to rip Van apart, limb from limb.
He licked the blood of the corners of his mouth as he turned a corner, knowing Van was so close. That the bastard was waiting for him, waiting for his death.
His boots stopped clicking with an atmosphere of authority when Van came into sight. Dilandau stood there with this odd look on his face. His head tilted, silvers bangs hiding his flaming eyes, a serene smile across his blood stained face.
"Van." He said softly with his unusual expression.
The King of Fanelia stood in his armor for fighting battles; some of the buckles not buckled properly as he had hastily put it on a few minutes ago.
"...Dilandau." The name came out harsh and angry, a sweet tone with all the memories and hatred he felt intermixed into his voice.
"Shall we begin?" Zaibach's insane soldier asked clutching the sword.
"Not yet!" Van yelled out twenty feet away.
The albino bit down on his bottom lip and his silver eyebrows furrowed, "Why in the hell should I wait? I think I've waited long enough to see you die!"
Van shifted onto his back foot, letting his right foot stand in front. His head bowed and raven black locks tumbled in his face, a frown on his lips. "You must promise me not to hurt Hitomi and Merle, no matter what the outcome of this battle."
Dilandau giggled softly, swaying as if he were drunk. His giggle became a full-blown laughter that convulsed throughout his body with eyes wide and pupils dilated.
A confused expression passed over Vans face as he watched Dilandau stumble closer to him. Now only ten feet separated the two.
The silver haired boy let his head roll down and his laughter cut off he stopped walking. His feet pointed forward and his grip on the hilt tightened. "Hitomi..Merle..the bitch....the annoying brat."
"Are you going to promise or not?"
"Sure, I won't hurt them after I kill you. What would be the point? They're already dead or close to it." His voice morphed from sweet to deadly.
"What do you mean?" Van asked, his grip on his weapon lessening.
Dilandau inspected his nails with new interest as he spoke these words nonchalantly. "Well the Mystic Moon bitch is bleeding to death in her room." His head looked up from his nails to Van, "quite good blood the bitch harbors, oh sorry, harbored." His leaned against the hall wall staring at the ceiling with a bored expression. "And the cat brat? Yes, I believe she's feeling some pain or dead, hopefully. She should have none better than to lead me away from you."
Van listened, looking like a statue, "Hitomi.Merle. You bastard!" he screamed his throat raw. He ran past Dilandau who had been anticipating an attack.
"Wait get back here! Don't go to that bitch! Fight me Van! Fight me!" Dilandau yelled out hoarsely chasing after Van with the blade of his sword horizontal to the ground, yet aerodynamic.
The King ran straight for Hitomi's room, seeing as he knew where she should be. He stopped in the doorway slowly staring at her mangled body. Dilandau's blade scratched the back of the armor Van was wearing, sparks flicked off into nothingness as he ran by. Luckily Van has started to slowly proceed into the room and only stumbled as he felt the impact as if it were thousands of miles away.
This irritated the albino even more as he ran into the room after falling down into the hall. He growled in frustration for hitting the ground as if he were some amateur warrior. Dilandau found his enemy sitting on the bed holding Hitomi's hands to his chest, his head bowed solemnly. Tears glittered in the blue moonlight as they streamed down his cheeks.
"Hitomi, Hitomi, Hitomi, if I had only been more affectionate. I love you Hitomi." He cried. "Maybe I can get you to a Healer!" Van stood straight and grunted lightly as his wings managed to open through the small holes uniquely placed on the back of his armor. Wings spread elegantly and some feathers flew from the wings, floating gently to the ground.
One of the feathers caught Van's eyes and he couldn't stop staring at it. It was only a small feather, but still it was its color that plagued him so terribly. His wings were a deep shade of black, a black as empty and endless as purgatory itself.
Dilandau rolled his eyes at the whole pathetic the scene was in front of him. He didn't really believe in love. Dilandau was what one could classify "asexual" at times. He felt lust now and then, but most of the time thoughts of how good a woman would look with her wrists slit filtered through his mind. He watched Van stare at his wings, he wasn't going anywhere.
"Van, I had a vision last night I wanted to tell you about." Came the extremely soft and pitiful voice of Hitomi, her chalk white features giving her the expression of death. Tear involuntarily dripped across her face, making the blood more water-like. "But I thought you wouldn't care."
They both understood what the vision was of now. Van tried to hold her tightly in his arms without causing her anymore pain. Blood existed like a sea around them, a cover coating everything. Even the feathers seemed to be coated with the liquid.
"This is so stupid." Dilandau said in a low tone.
Van whipped his head around to glare at him for hurting her like that. Instead the left side of his next felt the quick jab of a sword tip piercing and cutting through his flesh, ripping it from his body and letting it blood pour like some wicked waterfall or fountain. Blood drooled from the black haired boys mouth all over Hitomi's face. (A/n- I know this is the first time I've been rude enough to interrupt your reading and I'm sorry but, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)
Dilandau snorted with laughter and it choked him when the King shoved his hands around his neck and the psychic feebly pressed her hands to stop the liquid from leaving his body.
The psycho watched as the lovers soon found each other's hands and intertwined their fingers with one another as they both slipped off to death. The dead King had his head slumped on Hitomi's chest and blood still dripped from his neck and mouth onto her body. The rest of his body was fallen on the ground; the girls' body was lying as peacefully as a destroyed virgins' could.
Dilandau sauntered over to the two with a smile and leaned down close to their cold faces. His licked the red substance off of Hitomi's face first, his tongue over her lips and closed eyes. Then he moved to Van's and shoved his head back by pulling back on his hair. His pink tongue darted out to clean his face too, feeling an odd accomplishment as the taste filled his mouth. Each contour of Vans' face under his mouth. After he was sure he wouldn't be able to withstand anymore of the delightful copper and salty tang, he turned to leave the room.
"What a shitty way to die." He murmured to no one in particular, dropping Van's head, which made his body fall to the ground and leave Hitomi's hands.
Not a soul stood in his way as he went to the guymelef ground to take Escaflowne off of Van's dead hands. The cockpit opened as he smeared the Kings blood over the door. He took his spot inside the 'melef with happiness and managed to make it switch to dragon-mode.
Silver hair was thrown around by night wind as Escaflowne and Dilandau flew through the night air. Stars brightly lighted the way. Next on his list of things to do was find Zaibach. He flew around randomly, trying to find a glimmer of the invisibility surrounding Vione. It always seemed to shine now and then in the light.
His hope began to diminish and drizzle lightly coated his pale skin. He set down the 'melef in the nearest town he could find, which was abandoned, and they took refuge in a large warehouse. Once a housing for a merchants spices the smell was strong, but relaxing.
Dilandau settled into a corner of darkness as the rain began to pelt down the tin roof of the building. Once again he was alone. He stared with eyes half opened into the darkness, seemingly engulfed in the air of ink. A long sigh escaped his mouth.
What was he to do now? A smile lit his face. "Kill everyone." he growled out, unaware his voice was dripping with a dark seduction.
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne.
Ok I'm not quite sure who updated so if I missed you I'll try to thank you next chapter. Sorry.
Satisfaction for Death
Dilandau walked back down the hall he had just been running down with frightening calmness. The mindless servants who had not been intelligent enough to run away the first time he had appeared, trembled in unsubtle fear as the demonic boy walked by. His heart was exploding with eagerness to rip Van apart, limb from limb.
He licked the blood of the corners of his mouth as he turned a corner, knowing Van was so close. That the bastard was waiting for him, waiting for his death.
His boots stopped clicking with an atmosphere of authority when Van came into sight. Dilandau stood there with this odd look on his face. His head tilted, silvers bangs hiding his flaming eyes, a serene smile across his blood stained face.
"Van." He said softly with his unusual expression.
The King of Fanelia stood in his armor for fighting battles; some of the buckles not buckled properly as he had hastily put it on a few minutes ago.
"...Dilandau." The name came out harsh and angry, a sweet tone with all the memories and hatred he felt intermixed into his voice.
"Shall we begin?" Zaibach's insane soldier asked clutching the sword.
"Not yet!" Van yelled out twenty feet away.
The albino bit down on his bottom lip and his silver eyebrows furrowed, "Why in the hell should I wait? I think I've waited long enough to see you die!"
Van shifted onto his back foot, letting his right foot stand in front. His head bowed and raven black locks tumbled in his face, a frown on his lips. "You must promise me not to hurt Hitomi and Merle, no matter what the outcome of this battle."
Dilandau giggled softly, swaying as if he were drunk. His giggle became a full-blown laughter that convulsed throughout his body with eyes wide and pupils dilated.
A confused expression passed over Vans face as he watched Dilandau stumble closer to him. Now only ten feet separated the two.
The silver haired boy let his head roll down and his laughter cut off he stopped walking. His feet pointed forward and his grip on the hilt tightened. "Hitomi..Merle..the bitch....the annoying brat."
"Are you going to promise or not?"
"Sure, I won't hurt them after I kill you. What would be the point? They're already dead or close to it." His voice morphed from sweet to deadly.
"What do you mean?" Van asked, his grip on his weapon lessening.
Dilandau inspected his nails with new interest as he spoke these words nonchalantly. "Well the Mystic Moon bitch is bleeding to death in her room." His head looked up from his nails to Van, "quite good blood the bitch harbors, oh sorry, harbored." His leaned against the hall wall staring at the ceiling with a bored expression. "And the cat brat? Yes, I believe she's feeling some pain or dead, hopefully. She should have none better than to lead me away from you."
Van listened, looking like a statue, "Hitomi.Merle. You bastard!" he screamed his throat raw. He ran past Dilandau who had been anticipating an attack.
"Wait get back here! Don't go to that bitch! Fight me Van! Fight me!" Dilandau yelled out hoarsely chasing after Van with the blade of his sword horizontal to the ground, yet aerodynamic.
The King ran straight for Hitomi's room, seeing as he knew where she should be. He stopped in the doorway slowly staring at her mangled body. Dilandau's blade scratched the back of the armor Van was wearing, sparks flicked off into nothingness as he ran by. Luckily Van has started to slowly proceed into the room and only stumbled as he felt the impact as if it were thousands of miles away.
This irritated the albino even more as he ran into the room after falling down into the hall. He growled in frustration for hitting the ground as if he were some amateur warrior. Dilandau found his enemy sitting on the bed holding Hitomi's hands to his chest, his head bowed solemnly. Tears glittered in the blue moonlight as they streamed down his cheeks.
"Hitomi, Hitomi, Hitomi, if I had only been more affectionate. I love you Hitomi." He cried. "Maybe I can get you to a Healer!" Van stood straight and grunted lightly as his wings managed to open through the small holes uniquely placed on the back of his armor. Wings spread elegantly and some feathers flew from the wings, floating gently to the ground.
One of the feathers caught Van's eyes and he couldn't stop staring at it. It was only a small feather, but still it was its color that plagued him so terribly. His wings were a deep shade of black, a black as empty and endless as purgatory itself.
Dilandau rolled his eyes at the whole pathetic the scene was in front of him. He didn't really believe in love. Dilandau was what one could classify "asexual" at times. He felt lust now and then, but most of the time thoughts of how good a woman would look with her wrists slit filtered through his mind. He watched Van stare at his wings, he wasn't going anywhere.
"Van, I had a vision last night I wanted to tell you about." Came the extremely soft and pitiful voice of Hitomi, her chalk white features giving her the expression of death. Tear involuntarily dripped across her face, making the blood more water-like. "But I thought you wouldn't care."
They both understood what the vision was of now. Van tried to hold her tightly in his arms without causing her anymore pain. Blood existed like a sea around them, a cover coating everything. Even the feathers seemed to be coated with the liquid.
"This is so stupid." Dilandau said in a low tone.
Van whipped his head around to glare at him for hurting her like that. Instead the left side of his next felt the quick jab of a sword tip piercing and cutting through his flesh, ripping it from his body and letting it blood pour like some wicked waterfall or fountain. Blood drooled from the black haired boys mouth all over Hitomi's face. (A/n- I know this is the first time I've been rude enough to interrupt your reading and I'm sorry but, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)
Dilandau snorted with laughter and it choked him when the King shoved his hands around his neck and the psychic feebly pressed her hands to stop the liquid from leaving his body.
The psycho watched as the lovers soon found each other's hands and intertwined their fingers with one another as they both slipped off to death. The dead King had his head slumped on Hitomi's chest and blood still dripped from his neck and mouth onto her body. The rest of his body was fallen on the ground; the girls' body was lying as peacefully as a destroyed virgins' could.
Dilandau sauntered over to the two with a smile and leaned down close to their cold faces. His licked the red substance off of Hitomi's face first, his tongue over her lips and closed eyes. Then he moved to Van's and shoved his head back by pulling back on his hair. His pink tongue darted out to clean his face too, feeling an odd accomplishment as the taste filled his mouth. Each contour of Vans' face under his mouth. After he was sure he wouldn't be able to withstand anymore of the delightful copper and salty tang, he turned to leave the room.
"What a shitty way to die." He murmured to no one in particular, dropping Van's head, which made his body fall to the ground and leave Hitomi's hands.
Not a soul stood in his way as he went to the guymelef ground to take Escaflowne off of Van's dead hands. The cockpit opened as he smeared the Kings blood over the door. He took his spot inside the 'melef with happiness and managed to make it switch to dragon-mode.
Silver hair was thrown around by night wind as Escaflowne and Dilandau flew through the night air. Stars brightly lighted the way. Next on his list of things to do was find Zaibach. He flew around randomly, trying to find a glimmer of the invisibility surrounding Vione. It always seemed to shine now and then in the light.
His hope began to diminish and drizzle lightly coated his pale skin. He set down the 'melef in the nearest town he could find, which was abandoned, and they took refuge in a large warehouse. Once a housing for a merchants spices the smell was strong, but relaxing.
Dilandau settled into a corner of darkness as the rain began to pelt down the tin roof of the building. Once again he was alone. He stared with eyes half opened into the darkness, seemingly engulfed in the air of ink. A long sigh escaped his mouth.
What was he to do now? A smile lit his face. "Kill everyone." he growled out, unaware his voice was dripping with a dark seduction.