Chapter 11
Hehe sorry bout that whole double chapter thingy. Not sure why that
happened, then again my puter has been acting funky lately. Anyway I fixed
it so it should all be okay :)
You know I just realized that the last few chapter I haven't said anything at the beginning or end of my chapters. Thanks to all of my loyal readers ( Stelmaria especially who always reads and reviews every chapter you're so sweet!!) I adore you all.
Well even though it seems that all is peaceful with our friends on Gunsmoke everyone knows it can't last. Read enjoy and review!
Chapter 11
Vash awoke with a start, his head screeching in pain. What was going on? He sat up in bed, making sure not to disturb Meryl. Shaking his head, he tried to fight the searing pain, but it only made it worse. He stood up, and staggered to the bathroom. Another rush of pain enveloped his head, dropping him to his knees, he grabbed his head wishing the pain would end.
He wasn't going to scream, he could fight this. He folded over, his head now touching the floor. He could see images flash through his head. It was Knives as a little boy. He felt his stomach drop, when he saw the panicked look on Knives' face. An odor filled his nostrils, he too could immediately place the smell as gunpowder and blood.
Then just before Vash thought he couldn't take any more, it started to fade away, ebbing into nothingness.
He laid there in his folded position for a few minutes. Taking deep cleansing breaths, his system slowly returning to normal. His head swirled as he sat up, and his vision went dark as the blood rushed down from his head.
Knives..it had to be Knives. But why would he send him such a horrible thought? He sat on the floor of Meryl's bedroom and went over the thoughts in his head again. They didn't make sense, then he realized that Knives probably hadn't meant to send him anything, maybe he did it subconsciously, it was probably a bad dream. It had happened before, when they were small children, except then it had been Vash having the nightmares, and Knives receiving the horrid images in his head.
His head had hurt so bad he thought it would split in two. But then just when the dream was at it's worse, it had felt like...something had taken it all away. And just like that the bad visions and pain were gone. Where the hell was Knives, that he was having dreams like this? He had to find out. He decided that in the morning he would try as hard as he could to get a hold of Knives, no matter what.
Vash laid on the floor, his arms and legs spread out like he was about to make a snow angel. What would he do when he found him? He'd take him home with him of course, he had to take care of his brother, his brother needed him.
Except..he knew Meryl wouldn't approve. He knew she would never let Knives into their home. Not after what he did to Vash, and to Wolfwood, and to so many other people.
But he wouldn't let Knives run around free. He would have to say good bye to Meryl. He knew there wouldn't be any other way. He didn't want to chance Knives hurting her, Millie or any of the other people in town.
He felt a lump in his throat, he would have to leave his Meryl. Probably for a long, long time, maybe even for good. But he had to do it, he would rather see her alive, and without him, than chance her being killed by Knives because he couldn't let her go.
He couldn't bear that, and wouldn't chance it.
He heard Meryl stir in her sleep. How would he tell her that he would have to leave her for good?
He got up and sat in their bed. Meryl laid sleeping beside him, she was so beautiful, so full of life. He loved her. That's why he would make himself leave her. Because he loved her too much to see her get hurt.
But he hadn't found Knives yet. And until then, he would be with Meryl, cherish her, protect her, and love her with everything he had. Because in a few weeks time he would never see her again.
He bent over her and kissed her cheek. Meryl blushed, "Vash that tickles.." she cooed still sleeping. She took hold of his hand subconsciously and drew herself to him, snuggling into his chest.
He had to tell her, he had to tell her before it was too late. He shook her gently,
"Meryl." he said quietly, with a hint of urgency in his voice.
"Wha- what is it Vash.." she whispered, half asleep.
"I wanted...I wanted to tell you that I-" that pesky lump stuck in his throat again.
Meryl looked up at him, noticing the look in his eyes, he looked so sad.
Vash took a breath, "I love you Meryl. I always have. Since the day I first saw you."
Meryl smiled, "Vash..."she whispered, as a tear rolled down her cheek. Vash brought his finger to her cheek and caught the tear before it fell onto the mattress.
"I love you too Vash, with all my heart." she said through the tears of joy running down her cheeks.
Vash took her in his arms and kissed, he kissed her as deeply as he could. He kissed so deep that it hurt inside. He noticed hot tears were also dripping from his eyes, but it didn't stop him from loving her.
He loved her that night in a way he never thought possible. Their kisses, mixed with tears and smiles. Their embraces were fused together with joy and pain. They gave themselves fully to one another, neither one holding anything back.
He loved her with everything he possessed....
It made him want to say to hell with Knives, he isn't worth it. But he couldn't, he couldn't chance him wiping out another town. Besides he had promised Rem.
Strange, he thought telling her that he loved her might have made the possibility of never seeing her again not so bad. But it only made it worse.
They fell asleep after hours of lovemaking, entwined in each others arms, the taste of each others tears on their lips.
Only one of them knowing that it wouldn't last forever...
****Okay...sniff.. I know it was kinda sad....and I'd like to say that it won't get any worse than that but like I said things on Gunsmoke have a way of going from bad to worse. You'll just have to wait and see. ****
You know I just realized that the last few chapter I haven't said anything at the beginning or end of my chapters. Thanks to all of my loyal readers ( Stelmaria especially who always reads and reviews every chapter you're so sweet!!) I adore you all.
Well even though it seems that all is peaceful with our friends on Gunsmoke everyone knows it can't last. Read enjoy and review!
Chapter 11
Vash awoke with a start, his head screeching in pain. What was going on? He sat up in bed, making sure not to disturb Meryl. Shaking his head, he tried to fight the searing pain, but it only made it worse. He stood up, and staggered to the bathroom. Another rush of pain enveloped his head, dropping him to his knees, he grabbed his head wishing the pain would end.
He wasn't going to scream, he could fight this. He folded over, his head now touching the floor. He could see images flash through his head. It was Knives as a little boy. He felt his stomach drop, when he saw the panicked look on Knives' face. An odor filled his nostrils, he too could immediately place the smell as gunpowder and blood.
Then just before Vash thought he couldn't take any more, it started to fade away, ebbing into nothingness.
He laid there in his folded position for a few minutes. Taking deep cleansing breaths, his system slowly returning to normal. His head swirled as he sat up, and his vision went dark as the blood rushed down from his head.
Knives..it had to be Knives. But why would he send him such a horrible thought? He sat on the floor of Meryl's bedroom and went over the thoughts in his head again. They didn't make sense, then he realized that Knives probably hadn't meant to send him anything, maybe he did it subconsciously, it was probably a bad dream. It had happened before, when they were small children, except then it had been Vash having the nightmares, and Knives receiving the horrid images in his head.
His head had hurt so bad he thought it would split in two. But then just when the dream was at it's worse, it had felt like...something had taken it all away. And just like that the bad visions and pain were gone. Where the hell was Knives, that he was having dreams like this? He had to find out. He decided that in the morning he would try as hard as he could to get a hold of Knives, no matter what.
Vash laid on the floor, his arms and legs spread out like he was about to make a snow angel. What would he do when he found him? He'd take him home with him of course, he had to take care of his brother, his brother needed him.
Except..he knew Meryl wouldn't approve. He knew she would never let Knives into their home. Not after what he did to Vash, and to Wolfwood, and to so many other people.
But he wouldn't let Knives run around free. He would have to say good bye to Meryl. He knew there wouldn't be any other way. He didn't want to chance Knives hurting her, Millie or any of the other people in town.
He felt a lump in his throat, he would have to leave his Meryl. Probably for a long, long time, maybe even for good. But he had to do it, he would rather see her alive, and without him, than chance her being killed by Knives because he couldn't let her go.
He couldn't bear that, and wouldn't chance it.
He heard Meryl stir in her sleep. How would he tell her that he would have to leave her for good?
He got up and sat in their bed. Meryl laid sleeping beside him, she was so beautiful, so full of life. He loved her. That's why he would make himself leave her. Because he loved her too much to see her get hurt.
But he hadn't found Knives yet. And until then, he would be with Meryl, cherish her, protect her, and love her with everything he had. Because in a few weeks time he would never see her again.
He bent over her and kissed her cheek. Meryl blushed, "Vash that tickles.." she cooed still sleeping. She took hold of his hand subconsciously and drew herself to him, snuggling into his chest.
He had to tell her, he had to tell her before it was too late. He shook her gently,
"Meryl." he said quietly, with a hint of urgency in his voice.
"Wha- what is it Vash.." she whispered, half asleep.
"I wanted...I wanted to tell you that I-" that pesky lump stuck in his throat again.
Meryl looked up at him, noticing the look in his eyes, he looked so sad.
Vash took a breath, "I love you Meryl. I always have. Since the day I first saw you."
Meryl smiled, "Vash..."she whispered, as a tear rolled down her cheek. Vash brought his finger to her cheek and caught the tear before it fell onto the mattress.
"I love you too Vash, with all my heart." she said through the tears of joy running down her cheeks.
Vash took her in his arms and kissed, he kissed her as deeply as he could. He kissed so deep that it hurt inside. He noticed hot tears were also dripping from his eyes, but it didn't stop him from loving her.
He loved her that night in a way he never thought possible. Their kisses, mixed with tears and smiles. Their embraces were fused together with joy and pain. They gave themselves fully to one another, neither one holding anything back.
He loved her with everything he possessed....
It made him want to say to hell with Knives, he isn't worth it. But he couldn't, he couldn't chance him wiping out another town. Besides he had promised Rem.
Strange, he thought telling her that he loved her might have made the possibility of never seeing her again not so bad. But it only made it worse.
They fell asleep after hours of lovemaking, entwined in each others arms, the taste of each others tears on their lips.
Only one of them knowing that it wouldn't last forever...
****Okay...sniff.. I know it was kinda sad....and I'd like to say that it won't get any worse than that but like I said things on Gunsmoke have a way of going from bad to worse. You'll just have to wait and see. ****