A/N: Well so far two people have reviewed my story… I didn't know it sucked THAT much! Ah well, I'm just gonna keep writing cuz it's what I loooove to do. And I'm sorry if there are more typos then usual in this chapter... I have a fever and I don't really know what I'm writing.
Last chapter:In the middle of the second course, Apocalypse started feeling incredibly light-headed. 'Probably from the corset,' She thought and leaned her head on her hand. The feeling remained, so she closed her eyes, locking out all other sounds.
With no warning, another nightmarish vision showed itself to her. All Apocalypse could see was a dark hallway, and with no reason, she began running down the corridor. Suddenly a young girl with empty eye sockets and deathly pale skin was in front of her. "You have no choice but to follow your path." She whispered in a deep, manly voice.
Apocalypse's eyes shot open and a scream was emitted. She blinked. The scream was not her own.
"Her eyes!" A woman in front of her shrieked. "Before she blinked, they were pitch black! She had no pupils! She's a demon!" The woman screamed.
"I saw it too!" A man yelled, standing, along with many other people who were now backing away. "She's possessed! A fiend from the Mystic Moon!"
"Kill them before they kill us!" Apocalypse's mouth shot open as she was pulled from her seat by a surprisingly strong force.
Chapter 4: More Questions Arise
Her arm had been grabbed harshly by Van, whose eyes were now glowing with ire. "What are you?" he demanded. Everyone within the room had now gathered in a corner near the back of the chamber, with the exception of Apocalypse, Faye, Van, and the man that was seated beside her.
Apocalypse gaped at him, dismayed. "I… I… I…" She sputtered, words not forming in her mouth.
"I asked you a question!" He shouted at her, grasping her shoulders and shaking her entire form.
Apocalypse put herself back together. "I'm human! I swear I don't know what happened!" She cried desperately, terror stricken. Her grey eyes widened considerably.
Van studied her for a good period of time, searching her face for an answer. He couldn't let a monster run rampant in his kingdom. He squinted, askant of her. She didn't seem too mischievous, though she did need to learn how to hold her tongue. He slowly released her.
Apocalypse stood there, still shaken by the incident. Van gave her one last suspicious glance before turning to his horrified Court, specifically looking at the woman who had accused Apocalypse of being a demon. "Are you sure you weren't hallucinating?"
The woman, still shaking, shook her head rapidly. "No, no, I saw it. Her eyes were completely black before she blinked. She's a… a… an apostate angel! She must be! What other explanation is there?"
Van turned back to a quivering Apocalypse. "I honestly don't know what to think… for now." He looked behind Apocalypse and Faye to the man who was still standing behind them. "Allen," He said firmly. Apocalypse turned, nearly walking into the man who was now referred to as 'Allen'. "Since my own men couldn't seem to watch over the two girls, I'll put them under your watch until I decide just what to do with them. I hope that's not too much trouble for a knight?" Van exaggerated the last word significantly.
"Of course not, your highness," Allen said with a slight bow, then looked warmly at Faye. Apocalypse scowled to herself. 'Of course. Everyone looooves Faye, and no one cares to even look at me.' Her mind screamed at her to say something, but she kept her mouth firmly shut.
"Dinner is cancelled for tonight, you may return to your quarters." Van said to the people of his court, then turned to Allen, Faye, and Apocalypse. "However, I need to have a word with the three of you. Follow me." He waved his hand as a sign to ensue.
Two guards immediately closed in behind them without even having to be told. Apocalypse, mostly recovered from her little event, rolled her eyes and groaned audibly. Allen glanced at her.
"Something wrong, my lady?" he spoke smoothly.
Apocalypse clicked her tongue, looked to the side, and grumbled, "I have a name, you know."
"Sorry," He tried to catch her eyes but she resisted. "I seem to have forgotten your name." He said nonchalantly.
"Apocalypse," Her head snapped to look at him, a look of sullen annoyance plastered upon her features. She looked over his entire form with an unexpectedly heightened interest. He had a fine silhouette, and long, cornsilk blonde locks that settled a few inches below his waist. His face was slim and chiseled. Apocalypse couldn't deny that he was the handsomest man she had ever seen.
A sudden frown made its way back onto her expression. 'What are you doing?' Her mind barked. 'Don't lose yourself in this imbecilic knight. He's just another pretty face.'
"Apocalypse," He repeatedher name. She found herself marveling on how good it sounded coming out of his mouth. "It's such a beautiful name." He smiled and Apocalypse nearly broke but she just folded her arms and mumbled, "Whatever."
Van had taken them into a room similar to the dining hall, except this room was scarlet with many rugs and a colossal fireplace burning on the west wall. Windows that went from ceiling to floor were covered with velvet curtains matching the wall paneling. Paintings of people hung almost everywhere and there were many luxurious couches and chairs scattered across the chamber. Along with that, bookcases, sculptures and ornate decorations lined the perimeter.
Faye and Apocalypse had taken a seat upon a couch that faced two lounge chairs that were occupied by Van and Allen. Van was thoughtfully tapping the arm of his chair while Allen's eyes were flicking back and forth from Faye to Apocalypse.
Apocalypse shifted uncomfortably in her place, self-conscious, a feeling not so new to her. Faye sat with good posture, eyes cast down. Her face may as well have been of stone.
"So, tell me, Apocalypse," Van said her name in a strange way, as if he was trying to get used to it. "Do you know where you are?"
"No, butit should be obviousby now that I don't know where I am!" She glared at him, trying to break his stupidly enormous ego or at least make him mad. No such response.
"Hasn't anyone told you that you're in Gaea?" He cocked a brow and leaned on his hand.
"Well, yeah, but I don't know how I got here…" She struggled to find a reason to be angry, but there really weren't any.
"A pillar of light," Van said thoughtfully. "No one knows exactly how they work, but they often appear at random times and take you to various places. Usually, these places are significant to the person."
Apocalypse narrowed her stony eyes. "What?" She turned to Faye. "Did you catch that?" Faye just shook her head.
"You're obviously here for a reason. But the question is, why?" Van locked onto Apocalypse's line of vision. This time Apocalypse didn't drop her eyes like she had done before. She wasn't gonna let this haughty boy win.
Faye sighed desperately. "I don't care why I'm here. I just wanna go home." She finally looked up. "Can you take us home?"
"Unfortunately, like lord Van had mentioned before, no one knows how pillars of light work. The only way back to the Mystic Moon is by a pillar of light and we do not know how to conjure one." He sensed Faye's dysphoria. "But I swear on my life that while you are here, I will make it my personal duty to make sure you stay unharmed."
As Apocalypse watched, Faye lowered her gaze and blushed furiously. She just rolled her eyes, as always.
"Tell me the truth," Van sat foreword in his chair. "Are you or are you not evil?"
Apocalypse cackled, adding to her demonic attitude. "Stupid question. If I were evil, I wouldn't tell you, would I? And besides, give me one good reason that I should be."
Van and Allen looked at eachother with lost expressions. "Okay…" Van drawled. "Until I'm convinced you're not baneful, you're not allowed to leave the grounds of this castle." He turned to Allen. "Would it bother you to stay here for the time being?"
Allen shook his head. "No, it wouldn't. Would it be troublesome if Celena stayed as well? I know that Dilandau still worries you, but I assure you, Van, that Celena has completely reverted to herself."
Van contemplated that for a moment before sighing, "Alright."
Apocalypse cut into their conversation. "Celena?"
"My younger sister. She has had a rough ride through life." Allen and Van exchanged one last glance before Allen stood, bowed and said, "Good day, my lord," And walked out of the room.
There was a silence for a few minutes before Faye said, "It seems like the two of you know eachother."
Van nodded. "Yes, we do. But he's still obligated to treat me as a king, no matter what the status of our friendship is."
Apocalypse snickered. "Big words for such a little boy."
She expected a burning stare but Van simply shrugged and stood. "You're allowed everywhere except beyond the palace gates. I'll have your maids prepare your sleeping quarters." He began to exit the room.
"So what, we're prisoners now?" Apocalypse huffed.
Van turned to look at her. "Sorta," Before she could retort, he quickly made his escape.
Apocalypse snorted and stood up, walking over to a bookcase and looking at a few of scriptures and books. 'Wow… there's books here about almost everything.' She suddenly felt drawn to a certain book at the top of the shelf. Apocalypse stood on the tips of her feet to reach the book and snatched it off of the thin plank.
"Book of Prophets," She read aloud. The book looked time worn and arid. She brushed some of the flecks of dust off of the cover and opened it.
"What are you doing?" Faye called.
"Reading," Apocalypse murmured, knowing Faye couldn't hear her but it didn't matter. She kept flipping through the pages, yellow and cracking, until she came to chapter labeled, "Cherub of Demise", and began to speed read her way through the chapter until she came to a paragraph:
"The day will come when a Divine Being will be born with the ability to bring on the destruction of Gaea. Without guidance, It will slay unconsciously. Mortals cannot cease It; Gods will not take It. Only time will let It choose Its own destiny. On the wrong path, It will wreak its cataclysm upon the megacosm. On the right path, It will bring answers to questions never asked. Before the battle between all good and all evil, the receivers will be reborn and the rest will be decided by It.
"It will be sepherded by many other Divine Beings which will take several forms and will come to it in visions. It will have the capability to read into the aftertime but it will not be able to control itself. Only the Elixir of Anima will aid It to self-control."
Apocalypse's mouth dropped like a dead fly. Why did this sound familiar? "Faye… come here…"
"What?" She asked, walking over to Apocalypse and looking over her shoulder.
Apocalypse pointed to the paragraph. "Read this," Her words shook.
As Faye followed the words, a frown grew on her face. "But what does it mean?"
"I don't know, but I have a horrible feeling it has something to do with me," She turned to face Faye. "Remember all those people I killed? I did it 'unconsciously.'"
Faye's brow furrowed in concern. "Maybe we should tell, what's his name, Van, about this."
Apocalypse chewed her lip. God, she didn't want to face him, "I guess you're right."
Both girls rushed into the hallway and promptly crashed into one of the guards. After regaining her composure, Faye quickly asked, "Where's your king?"
"Why do you need Lord Van?" The bulky man said in an alto voice.
"It's strictly personal business," Apocalypse quickly answered.
"Fine," he said and escorted them to Van's room, which was on the very top floor of the castle. Faye knocked softly. Nothing. She knocked a little harder. Still nothing.
"Lord Van," She said while knocking. Nothing. "Lord Van!" She yelled, knocking frantically.
The door flew open and they came face to face with a very irked Van. "What is it?" He growled.
"Look at-" before Apocalypse could finish her sentence, Allen came rushing down the hall crying, "Celena, she's gone! She's missing!"
A/N: OMG, I'm so sorry this chapter sucked. I'm sick with the flu and I'm really tired right now, forgive me. If anyone's reading this, tell me if the romantic part of the story should center around Allen, Van, or Dilandau. Did that make sense? If it did, then tell me please. RR. Again, sorry it sucked and that the chapter was so rushed and short. It'll be better, I promise.
