Heaven or Hell
Queen Emeraldis
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Disclaimer-Me no own Trigun. -Disclaimer
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The man sat in his room and complete silence, the only thing there to comfort him were his own thoughts and previous actions. It was funny sometimes, how she acted so angry. If not angry, she seemed to act a whole lot stronger and better than she really obviously was. She did give him this room to stay in, meaning she was good hearted, but that doesn't represent strength. He had begun to wonder if she ever smiled, she seemed so uptight all the time. Not only that, but he hoped that she wasn't poisoned, that would make her even more evil. Then a slight smile and blush planted themselves onto his face.
She was rather modest, though. In fact, so much so she nearly killed him earlier. It's not like he really did anything when he bandaged her, it's just that the wounds would have healed better if he did so, that's all. It was nothing really.
Although, she was a rather small and not to mention cute...
There was a loud disturbing knock at the door. He instantly recognized it, and stood up to walk over silently. He smiled a bit, and opened the door. The petite woman had immediately shoved him aside and stomped into the room. He closed the door, and in that instant, his red coat was hurled at him.
"Put that on, now. You can't go out in a gigantic shirt and sweat pants, now can you?" He began to start to question, but she immediately cut in. "You are going to go, or you'll sleep in the street. Did you ever recall who PAYED for this room?" Boy she's edgy, he thought, and with that, he simple walked into the other room to change.
Meryl went over to the small kitchenette, and set a box down. She opened it, only to reveal three rows, each with four doughnuts. She plucked one up, and nibbled on it. From the other room, she heard light hops, and a couple things falling down. She immediately scowled. 'Does he really have that much trouble putting pants on?' Yet, he was the person who single handedly defeated four vampires in one night. Supposably.
The man entered the room, now garbed in red. "That took long enough. Are you ready now?" Meryl questioned. He said nothing.
"Hello? Did you hear me?" His eyes were set to below her head, directly on the box of doughnuts. He smiled, bearing his teeth a bit, and suddenly appeared in front of her chomping on the doughnuts. Within a few seconds, he was checking every corner of the box for crumbs. Who was this guy? Meryl thought. Then she realized, she never got his name.
"What's your name, broomhead?" She said crossing her arms. He simply turned and smiled with a mouth full of doughnuts. And swallowed the cakey wad down his throat, and stood up. He stumbled slightly, as if it were stage fright.
"Oh, well, you see... uh..." HE poke his fingers together. Then he changed to immediate confidence. "I'm like a hunter of peace, chasing the elusive mayfly of love. My name, so to say, is Vash. Vash the Stampede." And with that, he continued to search the box for crumbs.
"Well, that certainly is an odd name. I've never heard of anyone with the middle name 'the'. Anyway, I'm Meryl Stryfe," She said standing up. "And my friend is Milly, Milly Thompson. And WE," She yanked on his ear, "have some business other than doughnuts to attend!" She pulled him out of the room saying random things like, 'You do know those were my doughnuts', and 'stupid broomhead'.
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Meryl dragged Vash into the nearest building other than the hotel, which happened to be a pub. She also thought that would be a good spot to discuss something, considering that everyone in there was drunk like a dog. Also, no one could really hear themselves talk, it was so rowdy. She was also hoping he'd talk over alcohol if he did get drunk. Unfortunately, it was party nigh, meaning you keep getting drinks when you buy one.
"Alright, Vash, how did you get here?" She questioned forcefully. She eyed him, drinking his shot from across the table.
"I traveled here!" He smiled, and then drank another shot. He was too casual, she thought. WAY too casual.
"So, you're a traveler?" She was eyeing, making sure he didn't get distracted. He could try, but she would quickly snap him back in place.
"Of sorts!" He said unusually happy like as he tossed his head back once more, drowning his face in alcohol. This was too easy and planned out for him. There was some question, something she needed to ask to get all her answers.
The bartender kept handing him drinks, and he kept gulping them down.
"Are you hiding something?" She wasn't going to let him go.
"I dunno," and that was his only response. She clenched her fist. How unbelievably vague, she thought. This was going to be a very long day.
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A while after unsuccessfully getting answers to her major questions, she decided to try something a little less, how do you say, 'thought orientated.'
"Fine, if your not going to tell me that, you can at least tell me how you became to be such an expert shot. I, honestly, have never seen anything like it. And it coming from you? You upside down hair, woman-chasing lunatic who got himself attacked by vampires the day before? It doesn't make sense. How did you get wounded in the first place?" Each word was like a bullet. It came forcefully and struck forcefully. Right now this was all that mattered. She had her mind set, and she was ready for her answer. And then it came. It came sloppily and in a lispy manner.
"Th, them's vampires...are means onesh aren't they, beautiful...heheh...full..." He said. Somehow within a few minutes, he had acquired a striped band across his forehead, and had become drunk. Ridiculously drunk. He had already puked, evidentially. There was evidence all over the floor. Meryl slammed her head on the table, and turned her head to see the bar owner standing above her. With an odd scared look in his eye. Her eye began to twitch with stress.
"Y-y-y-you! You've been bitten! G-g-get out of here, now! G-get out! O-out! Bloodsucker! Bloodsucker!" He pointed his finger accusingly, grasping a gun in his hand. She turned to the man confused. She had completely forgotten about the bite she had. She quickly pressed her hand over her wound. It was rough, and was it just her, or did it feel cold? She stood up, and saw tons of drunken men staring at her in fear. Did they really think she was a vampire? She saw one draw his gun and quickly aim it at her head. People surrounded her, and she froze her body with questions. She couldn't dodge bullets from all directions! Then, the shot was fired.
Meryl heard a loud clank, and turned to see, Vash, ridiculously drunk, holding the gun that came from the pocket on his knee, had blocked the bullet from her brain. He smiled goofily and stood up. Meryl looked around as angry drunks rose their guns. She figured they were to drunk to even realize why they were shooting her anymore. She didn't want to die, not now!
The broomhead loomed over her, and gurgled. "Can I have thish dansh?" and without Meryl even being able to answer, he grabbed her hand and waist and began to twirl around, with quick movements. At this point in time, the tall man had lifted her off her feet.
Shots were fired in all directions. She winced her eyes closed. All she heard was drunks yelling things like 'damn you' and 'get the hell out!' mixed in with the gunfire. She then felt herself moving, twirling in the blonde man's arms. He was dodging the bullets. She opened her eyes and says dozens of little lights being emitted from the guns that fired them. The bar was slowly filling with smoke. She turned to look at the man flipping around like a fish taken out of water.
"Left, left, right, down, left, left, right, down," He repeated, as if it were some dance step. This was all too casual for him. She was being swayed in all directions. It was so amusing she let out a small laugh, even though she was still terrified out of her wits. As she eyed the drunks attempting to shoot her. It was all too amazing, but what confused her most was where and how he learned to complete such perfect movements, not to mention while he was drunk like an animal. Vash was helping her dodge them with ease, until they were hurled to behind the counter. Then suddenly, she realized how it was he taken four vampires. But there's always the benefit of the doubt. What if it was just luck?
The supposedly drunk Vash had drawn a gun, and Meryl lied with her head covered behind the counter. Vash just jumped up and fired one bullet into the ceiling. What was he doing?
A few seconds later after he had fired the bullets, the bar lamps were knocked loose from their current position. They each began to fall, all like dominoes, in the way they were hooked up together. Each one of them had hit a drunk, knocking them out. Occasionally one would miss, but it would hit a table and smack an angry man in the side. After the little lamp charade, many drunks were still left standing.
Vash seemed to have an extremely upset look on his face. That's when Meryl saw it fit for her to take action. She stood up and grasped a derringer, and shot the case standing behind some drunks who were still drinking, and yet, somehow managed to lift the gun to aim at Meryl. It took a few shots before the case actually fell, but when it did, the drunks were silenced. Vash, still obviously (and suprisingly) drunk turned to her and gave a look of frustration. He lifted his finger and shook it at her.
"Don't kill them, that's a no no!" He said very slowly and annunciated very clearly, as if Meryl were an idiot, Meryl agreed, it wasn't her right to kill them. And on the other point of view, it wasn't the angry mob's right to kill her either. Vash gave a look of triumph, and looked onward at the drunken mob standing before them. And with that, he quickly grabbed Meryl and plunged into the mob, all the while howling with laughter.
Everyone was too drunk to tell where Vash and the woman he was carrying under his arm had gone. They all looked dumbfounded in the direction of the area they were in prior to this one. Meryl was set down by Vash, who sat on the bench as well. She did the same.
Meryl stared into the bar and laughed. She stopped herself when she noticed her rescuer for the (second time) was staring at her. It made her a little bit nervous. She observed him questionly, before turning the look on her face to anger once again, and barking questions.
"What!?" She said with a lot of anger and sarcasm. He shook his head and smiled. He then looked up at the stars. Either he wasn't ever drunk, of he sure does get over alcohol fast. She still stared at him expecting a verbal answer. He then turned to her, and went from his normal puzzled look to his matter-of-fact look.
"I just never saw you smile before, sheesh, it wasn't that big of a deal to look at someone when they laugh like a chipmunk where I was originally," and as soon as he said it, he braced for a slap or kick, wincing his eyes and all. When he didn't receive one for his not-so-nice comment, he stared questionably. She just grinned and turned to look at the stars.
She was too tired to get into a slapping fit, anyway.
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Meryl rushed to her now steaming kettle, full of freshly brewed tea. She poured out her cup and took it to the window. The stars seemed very bright tonight, she thought silently. The view of the window eased her mind. Though surrounded by buildings, she still had a clear and beautiful view of the stars.
She hoped that Milly would come back soon. She hated being alone in this vampire-infested town. Not only that, she feared for Milly as well.
While staring into the sky, she saw a wishing star, glaze the sky. She grinned eagerly, closed her eyes to make her wish. 'I wish I could'--- Her thought's were held back almost as instantly as she had heard the glass shatter in front of her, as did her cup of tea.
Meryl screamed, but her scream was muffled from the moment she opened her mouth. She was shoved against the door with such brute force; it made her mind go black, just as her eyes did. As she regained focus, she realized she was loosing oxygen. She realized her attacker was a female. A female vampire.
"I came back, little one. I will always come back, as did every other vampire before me," the female vampire said. Its voice was almost as cold as her hands that were now pressing her shoulders back. Meryl tried desperately to find a derringer hidden in her cloak. Her head began to overflow with pain. Her hand had brushed the cool metal of just one of the fifty hidden well in the darkness of her cloak. She grasped it tightly and reached up hastily to fire.
When she pulled the trigger, the vampire was struck in the leg. With that, it shot its head back and let out a loud hiss. It lowered its eyes, as they glowed a fiery red. It had recuperated quicker than Meryl thought any vampire could. The vampire edged closer to Meryl; leaning in with each movement made my either of them. Meryl could now feel her attacker's breath hot on her neck. Leaning closer and closer to the original bite previously given to her was the vampire's fangs. Meryl screamed, except this time she wasn't mufflled. Meryl kick, but then the vampire struck her legs with it's own. The pain grew, reducing Meryl to tears.
The vampire cackled, as it's fangs rested lightly on Meryl's neck.
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Well, I know I'm evil, but it's really late. [It always is when I write these.] I thought I should sleep with what creative energy I have left. /". \\
Queen Emeraldis
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Disclaimer-Me no own Trigun. -Disclaimer
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The man sat in his room and complete silence, the only thing there to comfort him were his own thoughts and previous actions. It was funny sometimes, how she acted so angry. If not angry, she seemed to act a whole lot stronger and better than she really obviously was. She did give him this room to stay in, meaning she was good hearted, but that doesn't represent strength. He had begun to wonder if she ever smiled, she seemed so uptight all the time. Not only that, but he hoped that she wasn't poisoned, that would make her even more evil. Then a slight smile and blush planted themselves onto his face.
She was rather modest, though. In fact, so much so she nearly killed him earlier. It's not like he really did anything when he bandaged her, it's just that the wounds would have healed better if he did so, that's all. It was nothing really.
Although, she was a rather small and not to mention cute...
There was a loud disturbing knock at the door. He instantly recognized it, and stood up to walk over silently. He smiled a bit, and opened the door. The petite woman had immediately shoved him aside and stomped into the room. He closed the door, and in that instant, his red coat was hurled at him.
"Put that on, now. You can't go out in a gigantic shirt and sweat pants, now can you?" He began to start to question, but she immediately cut in. "You are going to go, or you'll sleep in the street. Did you ever recall who PAYED for this room?" Boy she's edgy, he thought, and with that, he simple walked into the other room to change.
Meryl went over to the small kitchenette, and set a box down. She opened it, only to reveal three rows, each with four doughnuts. She plucked one up, and nibbled on it. From the other room, she heard light hops, and a couple things falling down. She immediately scowled. 'Does he really have that much trouble putting pants on?' Yet, he was the person who single handedly defeated four vampires in one night. Supposably.
The man entered the room, now garbed in red. "That took long enough. Are you ready now?" Meryl questioned. He said nothing.
"Hello? Did you hear me?" His eyes were set to below her head, directly on the box of doughnuts. He smiled, bearing his teeth a bit, and suddenly appeared in front of her chomping on the doughnuts. Within a few seconds, he was checking every corner of the box for crumbs. Who was this guy? Meryl thought. Then she realized, she never got his name.
"What's your name, broomhead?" She said crossing her arms. He simply turned and smiled with a mouth full of doughnuts. And swallowed the cakey wad down his throat, and stood up. He stumbled slightly, as if it were stage fright.
"Oh, well, you see... uh..." HE poke his fingers together. Then he changed to immediate confidence. "I'm like a hunter of peace, chasing the elusive mayfly of love. My name, so to say, is Vash. Vash the Stampede." And with that, he continued to search the box for crumbs.
"Well, that certainly is an odd name. I've never heard of anyone with the middle name 'the'. Anyway, I'm Meryl Stryfe," She said standing up. "And my friend is Milly, Milly Thompson. And WE," She yanked on his ear, "have some business other than doughnuts to attend!" She pulled him out of the room saying random things like, 'You do know those were my doughnuts', and 'stupid broomhead'.
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Meryl dragged Vash into the nearest building other than the hotel, which happened to be a pub. She also thought that would be a good spot to discuss something, considering that everyone in there was drunk like a dog. Also, no one could really hear themselves talk, it was so rowdy. She was also hoping he'd talk over alcohol if he did get drunk. Unfortunately, it was party nigh, meaning you keep getting drinks when you buy one.
"Alright, Vash, how did you get here?" She questioned forcefully. She eyed him, drinking his shot from across the table.
"I traveled here!" He smiled, and then drank another shot. He was too casual, she thought. WAY too casual.
"So, you're a traveler?" She was eyeing, making sure he didn't get distracted. He could try, but she would quickly snap him back in place.
"Of sorts!" He said unusually happy like as he tossed his head back once more, drowning his face in alcohol. This was too easy and planned out for him. There was some question, something she needed to ask to get all her answers.
The bartender kept handing him drinks, and he kept gulping them down.
"Are you hiding something?" She wasn't going to let him go.
"I dunno," and that was his only response. She clenched her fist. How unbelievably vague, she thought. This was going to be a very long day.
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A while after unsuccessfully getting answers to her major questions, she decided to try something a little less, how do you say, 'thought orientated.'
"Fine, if your not going to tell me that, you can at least tell me how you became to be such an expert shot. I, honestly, have never seen anything like it. And it coming from you? You upside down hair, woman-chasing lunatic who got himself attacked by vampires the day before? It doesn't make sense. How did you get wounded in the first place?" Each word was like a bullet. It came forcefully and struck forcefully. Right now this was all that mattered. She had her mind set, and she was ready for her answer. And then it came. It came sloppily and in a lispy manner.
"Th, them's vampires...are means onesh aren't they, beautiful...heheh...full..." He said. Somehow within a few minutes, he had acquired a striped band across his forehead, and had become drunk. Ridiculously drunk. He had already puked, evidentially. There was evidence all over the floor. Meryl slammed her head on the table, and turned her head to see the bar owner standing above her. With an odd scared look in his eye. Her eye began to twitch with stress.
"Y-y-y-you! You've been bitten! G-g-get out of here, now! G-get out! O-out! Bloodsucker! Bloodsucker!" He pointed his finger accusingly, grasping a gun in his hand. She turned to the man confused. She had completely forgotten about the bite she had. She quickly pressed her hand over her wound. It was rough, and was it just her, or did it feel cold? She stood up, and saw tons of drunken men staring at her in fear. Did they really think she was a vampire? She saw one draw his gun and quickly aim it at her head. People surrounded her, and she froze her body with questions. She couldn't dodge bullets from all directions! Then, the shot was fired.
Meryl heard a loud clank, and turned to see, Vash, ridiculously drunk, holding the gun that came from the pocket on his knee, had blocked the bullet from her brain. He smiled goofily and stood up. Meryl looked around as angry drunks rose their guns. She figured they were to drunk to even realize why they were shooting her anymore. She didn't want to die, not now!
The broomhead loomed over her, and gurgled. "Can I have thish dansh?" and without Meryl even being able to answer, he grabbed her hand and waist and began to twirl around, with quick movements. At this point in time, the tall man had lifted her off her feet.
Shots were fired in all directions. She winced her eyes closed. All she heard was drunks yelling things like 'damn you' and 'get the hell out!' mixed in with the gunfire. She then felt herself moving, twirling in the blonde man's arms. He was dodging the bullets. She opened her eyes and says dozens of little lights being emitted from the guns that fired them. The bar was slowly filling with smoke. She turned to look at the man flipping around like a fish taken out of water.
"Left, left, right, down, left, left, right, down," He repeated, as if it were some dance step. This was all too casual for him. She was being swayed in all directions. It was so amusing she let out a small laugh, even though she was still terrified out of her wits. As she eyed the drunks attempting to shoot her. It was all too amazing, but what confused her most was where and how he learned to complete such perfect movements, not to mention while he was drunk like an animal. Vash was helping her dodge them with ease, until they were hurled to behind the counter. Then suddenly, she realized how it was he taken four vampires. But there's always the benefit of the doubt. What if it was just luck?
The supposedly drunk Vash had drawn a gun, and Meryl lied with her head covered behind the counter. Vash just jumped up and fired one bullet into the ceiling. What was he doing?
A few seconds later after he had fired the bullets, the bar lamps were knocked loose from their current position. They each began to fall, all like dominoes, in the way they were hooked up together. Each one of them had hit a drunk, knocking them out. Occasionally one would miss, but it would hit a table and smack an angry man in the side. After the little lamp charade, many drunks were still left standing.
Vash seemed to have an extremely upset look on his face. That's when Meryl saw it fit for her to take action. She stood up and grasped a derringer, and shot the case standing behind some drunks who were still drinking, and yet, somehow managed to lift the gun to aim at Meryl. It took a few shots before the case actually fell, but when it did, the drunks were silenced. Vash, still obviously (and suprisingly) drunk turned to her and gave a look of frustration. He lifted his finger and shook it at her.
"Don't kill them, that's a no no!" He said very slowly and annunciated very clearly, as if Meryl were an idiot, Meryl agreed, it wasn't her right to kill them. And on the other point of view, it wasn't the angry mob's right to kill her either. Vash gave a look of triumph, and looked onward at the drunken mob standing before them. And with that, he quickly grabbed Meryl and plunged into the mob, all the while howling with laughter.
Everyone was too drunk to tell where Vash and the woman he was carrying under his arm had gone. They all looked dumbfounded in the direction of the area they were in prior to this one. Meryl was set down by Vash, who sat on the bench as well. She did the same.
Meryl stared into the bar and laughed. She stopped herself when she noticed her rescuer for the (second time) was staring at her. It made her a little bit nervous. She observed him questionly, before turning the look on her face to anger once again, and barking questions.
"What!?" She said with a lot of anger and sarcasm. He shook his head and smiled. He then looked up at the stars. Either he wasn't ever drunk, of he sure does get over alcohol fast. She still stared at him expecting a verbal answer. He then turned to her, and went from his normal puzzled look to his matter-of-fact look.
"I just never saw you smile before, sheesh, it wasn't that big of a deal to look at someone when they laugh like a chipmunk where I was originally," and as soon as he said it, he braced for a slap or kick, wincing his eyes and all. When he didn't receive one for his not-so-nice comment, he stared questionably. She just grinned and turned to look at the stars.
She was too tired to get into a slapping fit, anyway.
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Meryl rushed to her now steaming kettle, full of freshly brewed tea. She poured out her cup and took it to the window. The stars seemed very bright tonight, she thought silently. The view of the window eased her mind. Though surrounded by buildings, she still had a clear and beautiful view of the stars.
She hoped that Milly would come back soon. She hated being alone in this vampire-infested town. Not only that, she feared for Milly as well.
While staring into the sky, she saw a wishing star, glaze the sky. She grinned eagerly, closed her eyes to make her wish. 'I wish I could'--- Her thought's were held back almost as instantly as she had heard the glass shatter in front of her, as did her cup of tea.
Meryl screamed, but her scream was muffled from the moment she opened her mouth. She was shoved against the door with such brute force; it made her mind go black, just as her eyes did. As she regained focus, she realized she was loosing oxygen. She realized her attacker was a female. A female vampire.
"I came back, little one. I will always come back, as did every other vampire before me," the female vampire said. Its voice was almost as cold as her hands that were now pressing her shoulders back. Meryl tried desperately to find a derringer hidden in her cloak. Her head began to overflow with pain. Her hand had brushed the cool metal of just one of the fifty hidden well in the darkness of her cloak. She grasped it tightly and reached up hastily to fire.
When she pulled the trigger, the vampire was struck in the leg. With that, it shot its head back and let out a loud hiss. It lowered its eyes, as they glowed a fiery red. It had recuperated quicker than Meryl thought any vampire could. The vampire edged closer to Meryl; leaning in with each movement made my either of them. Meryl could now feel her attacker's breath hot on her neck. Leaning closer and closer to the original bite previously given to her was the vampire's fangs. Meryl screamed, except this time she wasn't mufflled. Meryl kick, but then the vampire struck her legs with it's own. The pain grew, reducing Meryl to tears.
The vampire cackled, as it's fangs rested lightly on Meryl's neck.
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Well, I know I'm evil, but it's really late. [It always is when I write these.] I thought I should sleep with what creative energy I have left. /". \\