Shadow Demons
Aisling: I'm back with another chapter of this!
Yami: Not again.
Ryou: Yami, be nice to her.
Aisling: Yeah. (Puts duct tape over Yami's mouth to shut him up)
Iris: Haha!!!
Yami: Mmmmmppphhhh!!!! (Translation: Stop laughing at me!)
Aisling: Anyway, someone wanna do the disclaimer for me?
Ryou: (Nods) Sure. Aisling-tenshi doesn't own Star Wars, but anything original is hers.
Aisling: Arigatou, Ree-chan! (Huggles him) And now, on with the fic!
Chapter 6: Lovers Torn Apart by Fate
Meanwhile, Qui-Gon and Celestia had long-since returned to their hotel suite. Celestia had gone to lay down, only saying that she was tired and not feeling well. He had merely nodded, watching in silence as she had disappeared into the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her. So much had befallen them this night, and somehow Qui-Gon got the distinct feeling that things were far from being over.
No, it had only just begun, and whoever was behind this whole fiasco would obviously stop at nothing until they had torn him and his love apart forever and destroyed them. After all of their hard work to help bring peace to this place, it had come down to this. Both of them were merely pawns caught in a dangerous, twisted web of lies and deceit.
Qui-Gon shook his head to clear it and stood up, his movements fluid and graceful like those of a feline. He stepped out onto the balcony into the warm night air, his muscular arms resting lightly on the mahogany railing. He let his sapphire gaze wander upwards to the sky, taking in the sight of the shimmering diamond-like stars overhead. The breeze tugged lightly at his long brown hair, blowing the strands around his face.
Suddenly a bizzarre sensation flooded over him. It was one that he had experienced only once before...when he had first been turned into a vampire and had unknowingly drunk from his beloved.
Blood-lust, he thought to himself grimly.
He was just about to leave when he sensed the familiar presence of his love slowly and timidly approaching him from behind. He didn't acknowledge her, though, hoping that she would turn back from him. He was afraid of what might happen if she got too close to him while he was in this state. The sweet scent of her blood had reached him and it took everything he had not to turn around and take the girl right then and there. And who knew if he'd be able to stop himself if she got too close to him?
Suddenly he was snapped out of his troubled reverie by the sound of Celestia's sweet, quiet voice breaking through the awkward silence in the air between them. He refused to look at her, though. He couldn't. He was too afraid of seeing the fear and hurt that he was certain would be lurking in those all-too expressive lavender eyes of hers.
"Qui-Gon? I know you know I'm here. Please, look at me," she whispered.
But he didn't answer or even so much as glance at her. Celestia's heart sank, believing that he was angry with her for some unknown reason. A part of her knew that was ridiculous, but that didn't stop the hurt from flashing in her eyes. Unshed tears that refused to fall glistened there, made even more visible by the moonlight shining on her face. She watched him for a moment longer, before she gave up hope. She turned and started to move back into the suite, her head down and her hair covering her face like a fiery veil to hide her tears.
It was then that Qui-Gon finally spoke, though, his voice seeming strangely loud in the silence. Startled, Celestia stopped dead in her tracks, her pretty eyes going very wide as she stood there quietly with her back facing his direction.
"You shouldn't be here, little one. It's far too dangerous for you to be near me. The mission is over. Go back to Coruscant without me, you'll be safer, especially if that demon is still out there. At least I won't be able to hurt you again," he said softly, his voice faltering with his pain and sorrow on that last part.
"What?" she whispered, her voice barely audible as she turned back to face him.
But Qui-Gon offered no reply. Celestia sighed, and her stubborn streak began to surface. She walked back over to him, clasping Qui-Gon's hands gently in her own. She closed her lavender eyes, lowering her head slightly for a moment. Qui-Gon tried to pull away, but Celestia wouldn't let him.
"Celestia..." Qui-Gon started.
Celestia merely shook her head, offering him a pretty but sad smile. She tilted her head slightly to one side, causing her auburn hair to fall away and reveal the pale, ivory flesh of her neck. Qui-Gon stared at her curiously for a long moment, then his blue eyes went very wide with shock as it finally dawned on him just what she was doing, and he stared at her, horrified.
"Take what you need from me, love. I offer myself to you freely, heart, body and soul. I am yours," Celestia whispered softly. "For now, and for all of eternity."
That was more than Qui-Gon could stand. As much as it broke his heart to do so, he knew he would have to push her away, for both of their sakes, but especially for hers. It wasn't safe for her to be anywhere near him anymore, and she needed to understand that.
With that thought in mind, he broke loose from Celestia's gentle grip, startling her when he shoved her backwards away from him roughly, causing her to land painfully on the floor of the balcony. Tears filled her lavender eyes as she stared up at him, stunned by what had just happened. Her heart shattered completely when she saw the cold, hateful, disgusted look in his once-beautiful, gentle blue eyes. She backed away from him unconsciously, frightened of him now in spite of herself.
"Why?" she asked softly, her barely audible voice no more than the mere ghost of a whisper now.
Those innocent, tear-filled eyes that stared into his very nearly melted his resolve. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms and apologize to his angel for hurting her. But he knew that he couldn't. He knew that it was better this way. She would go back to Coruscant, and would most likely mourn for a while. But she would eventually move on, perhaps even seek out another who would love her just as deeply as he did if not more so.
"Get out of my sight," he growled. "And when you go back to the Temple, tell those idiots on the Council that I'm resigning from the Order."
Celestia only stared at him for a long moment in pure shock, crystalline tears cascading down her pale, silken face. The sight broke Qui-Gon's heart, but even so, he made no move to comfort her, instead, he merely turned his back on her. He was only vaguely aware of the fact that she had run out of the hotel suite with heartbroken tears streaming down her alabaster cheeks. The sound of the door slamming shut behind her echoed the sound of both of their hearts breaking. Qui-Gon watched from his spot on the balcony, a single tear falling from his eye as his angel ran off into the darkness and out of his life forever. He lifted his hand from the railing in a gesture of farewell, resisting the strong urge to run after her.
"Please understand, my angel. I'm sorry. Farewell, my love," he whispered, knowing that she could no longer hear him.
Then he turned his back on the night and went back into the hotel suite, completely unaware of an evesdropper lurking in the shadows just below the balcony. The stranger smirked at him behind his back before taking off in the direction that Celestia had been running. He was now sure that a certain meddling Jedi Master would no longer be able to stand in his way.
The beautiful red-haired angel would be his, and this time nobody was going to stop him.
To Be Continued....okay, here's another part of this, sorry that my updating has been really slow lately, and this one has been on hiatus for a while, so I figured I should add some onto it. This chapter was a little longer than the last one, so I hope it was worth the wait. Please R&R and no flames. Any flames will ridiculed at said flamer's expense and then very cheerfully ignored and deleted. So if you have nothing more to say than 'this sucks!' or something equally as ignorant, than don't bother. Anyone else, ignore my rant, it's just that I am very touchy about my writing. I put my heart and soul into it. Anyway, it's really late, and my favorite anime is on, so I'm gonna go now. Ja ne, minna-san! Oh, btw, I should have another part up tomorrow.
(Ryou and Bakura's Princess)
Aisling: I'm back with another chapter of this!
Yami: Not again.
Ryou: Yami, be nice to her.
Aisling: Yeah. (Puts duct tape over Yami's mouth to shut him up)
Iris: Haha!!!
Yami: Mmmmmppphhhh!!!! (Translation: Stop laughing at me!)
Aisling: Anyway, someone wanna do the disclaimer for me?
Ryou: (Nods) Sure. Aisling-tenshi doesn't own Star Wars, but anything original is hers.
Aisling: Arigatou, Ree-chan! (Huggles him) And now, on with the fic!
Chapter 6: Lovers Torn Apart by Fate
Meanwhile, Qui-Gon and Celestia had long-since returned to their hotel suite. Celestia had gone to lay down, only saying that she was tired and not feeling well. He had merely nodded, watching in silence as she had disappeared into the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her. So much had befallen them this night, and somehow Qui-Gon got the distinct feeling that things were far from being over.
No, it had only just begun, and whoever was behind this whole fiasco would obviously stop at nothing until they had torn him and his love apart forever and destroyed them. After all of their hard work to help bring peace to this place, it had come down to this. Both of them were merely pawns caught in a dangerous, twisted web of lies and deceit.
Qui-Gon shook his head to clear it and stood up, his movements fluid and graceful like those of a feline. He stepped out onto the balcony into the warm night air, his muscular arms resting lightly on the mahogany railing. He let his sapphire gaze wander upwards to the sky, taking in the sight of the shimmering diamond-like stars overhead. The breeze tugged lightly at his long brown hair, blowing the strands around his face.
Suddenly a bizzarre sensation flooded over him. It was one that he had experienced only once before...when he had first been turned into a vampire and had unknowingly drunk from his beloved.
Blood-lust, he thought to himself grimly.
He was just about to leave when he sensed the familiar presence of his love slowly and timidly approaching him from behind. He didn't acknowledge her, though, hoping that she would turn back from him. He was afraid of what might happen if she got too close to him while he was in this state. The sweet scent of her blood had reached him and it took everything he had not to turn around and take the girl right then and there. And who knew if he'd be able to stop himself if she got too close to him?
Suddenly he was snapped out of his troubled reverie by the sound of Celestia's sweet, quiet voice breaking through the awkward silence in the air between them. He refused to look at her, though. He couldn't. He was too afraid of seeing the fear and hurt that he was certain would be lurking in those all-too expressive lavender eyes of hers.
"Qui-Gon? I know you know I'm here. Please, look at me," she whispered.
But he didn't answer or even so much as glance at her. Celestia's heart sank, believing that he was angry with her for some unknown reason. A part of her knew that was ridiculous, but that didn't stop the hurt from flashing in her eyes. Unshed tears that refused to fall glistened there, made even more visible by the moonlight shining on her face. She watched him for a moment longer, before she gave up hope. She turned and started to move back into the suite, her head down and her hair covering her face like a fiery veil to hide her tears.
It was then that Qui-Gon finally spoke, though, his voice seeming strangely loud in the silence. Startled, Celestia stopped dead in her tracks, her pretty eyes going very wide as she stood there quietly with her back facing his direction.
"You shouldn't be here, little one. It's far too dangerous for you to be near me. The mission is over. Go back to Coruscant without me, you'll be safer, especially if that demon is still out there. At least I won't be able to hurt you again," he said softly, his voice faltering with his pain and sorrow on that last part.
"What?" she whispered, her voice barely audible as she turned back to face him.
But Qui-Gon offered no reply. Celestia sighed, and her stubborn streak began to surface. She walked back over to him, clasping Qui-Gon's hands gently in her own. She closed her lavender eyes, lowering her head slightly for a moment. Qui-Gon tried to pull away, but Celestia wouldn't let him.
"Celestia..." Qui-Gon started.
Celestia merely shook her head, offering him a pretty but sad smile. She tilted her head slightly to one side, causing her auburn hair to fall away and reveal the pale, ivory flesh of her neck. Qui-Gon stared at her curiously for a long moment, then his blue eyes went very wide with shock as it finally dawned on him just what she was doing, and he stared at her, horrified.
"Take what you need from me, love. I offer myself to you freely, heart, body and soul. I am yours," Celestia whispered softly. "For now, and for all of eternity."
That was more than Qui-Gon could stand. As much as it broke his heart to do so, he knew he would have to push her away, for both of their sakes, but especially for hers. It wasn't safe for her to be anywhere near him anymore, and she needed to understand that.
With that thought in mind, he broke loose from Celestia's gentle grip, startling her when he shoved her backwards away from him roughly, causing her to land painfully on the floor of the balcony. Tears filled her lavender eyes as she stared up at him, stunned by what had just happened. Her heart shattered completely when she saw the cold, hateful, disgusted look in his once-beautiful, gentle blue eyes. She backed away from him unconsciously, frightened of him now in spite of herself.
"Why?" she asked softly, her barely audible voice no more than the mere ghost of a whisper now.
Those innocent, tear-filled eyes that stared into his very nearly melted his resolve. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms and apologize to his angel for hurting her. But he knew that he couldn't. He knew that it was better this way. She would go back to Coruscant, and would most likely mourn for a while. But she would eventually move on, perhaps even seek out another who would love her just as deeply as he did if not more so.
"Get out of my sight," he growled. "And when you go back to the Temple, tell those idiots on the Council that I'm resigning from the Order."
Celestia only stared at him for a long moment in pure shock, crystalline tears cascading down her pale, silken face. The sight broke Qui-Gon's heart, but even so, he made no move to comfort her, instead, he merely turned his back on her. He was only vaguely aware of the fact that she had run out of the hotel suite with heartbroken tears streaming down her alabaster cheeks. The sound of the door slamming shut behind her echoed the sound of both of their hearts breaking. Qui-Gon watched from his spot on the balcony, a single tear falling from his eye as his angel ran off into the darkness and out of his life forever. He lifted his hand from the railing in a gesture of farewell, resisting the strong urge to run after her.
"Please understand, my angel. I'm sorry. Farewell, my love," he whispered, knowing that she could no longer hear him.
Then he turned his back on the night and went back into the hotel suite, completely unaware of an evesdropper lurking in the shadows just below the balcony. The stranger smirked at him behind his back before taking off in the direction that Celestia had been running. He was now sure that a certain meddling Jedi Master would no longer be able to stand in his way.
The beautiful red-haired angel would be his, and this time nobody was going to stop him.
To Be Continued....okay, here's another part of this, sorry that my updating has been really slow lately, and this one has been on hiatus for a while, so I figured I should add some onto it. This chapter was a little longer than the last one, so I hope it was worth the wait. Please R&R and no flames. Any flames will ridiculed at said flamer's expense and then very cheerfully ignored and deleted. So if you have nothing more to say than 'this sucks!' or something equally as ignorant, than don't bother. Anyone else, ignore my rant, it's just that I am very touchy about my writing. I put my heart and soul into it. Anyway, it's really late, and my favorite anime is on, so I'm gonna go now. Ja ne, minna-san! Oh, btw, I should have another part up tomorrow.
(Ryou and Bakura's Princess)