A/N: Ugh, I apologize for my absence. My lame ass mother deleted every story I had ever written, including chapter#6. Which I had almost exceeded, -.-; anyway, I have no idea when I'll be finished with this. Please enjoy your read:hugs and kisses:

Don't Cry My Vampire

Chapter#5: allure angel dust

Epilogue

The grass crackled beneath their footfalls, the darkness like an endless pit vicing the two lone figures passing through the shrubbery. Their hearts beating furiously in a unison, together as one. Their fingers tightly entwined, as their arms jerked desperately as they hurried. They knew they had to get as far as mortally possible from that place. And it had to be together, that was what they fought for . . . "Sae, please hurry!" The younger, yet more physically stronger twin cried.

"I'm–I'm trying!" The elder sister, wheezed painfully. But deathly determined to keep up with the grueling pace, that had to have been set by fate. How vicious fate can be? It churns to the very end to burn you for defying. Making the impossible a bittering reality, twins birthed in that region were destined to carry on the extinction of the village and its inhabitants.

"I'll serve as a distraction." His voices was low, his eyes dead and dry. Nonetheless he wished them the best of luck, they were smart girls, he had no reason to worry. Yae's eyes wavered in the moonlight, her hand tightly entangled with her elder twin's. It hurt to be in this stage of their plan, to gaze upon him knowing she'd leave him behind. "Be safe, and stay clear to the path."

She bit her bottom lip, her hazel irises beckoning her beloved. "Oh Itsuki, I–." She felt his kimono sleeve ease pass her cheek, ceasing her attempt at a last plea.

"If I can, I will see you again . . . one day, Yae." It was an empty promise. They both knew that. Most likely he would be captured and held under house arrest for helping the twin sacrifices escape, and in turn bring turmoil to the village. Sae's eyes flickered slightly, she saw no sense in drawing this out any longer. "Now go." It was an unemotional command, Yae's eyes beaded tears as she turned hesitantly and pulled Sae along down into the dark forest of trees. Itsuki watched with an unearthly pressure over his heart, as she faded into the dark scenery.

"You'll be fine without me . . ." there was only one thing left to accomplish, with a prolonged sigh he turned on his heel and walked at a slow pace, the dirt from the path formed a small cloud as he glided through, with an ominous shadow on his shoulder.

Sae cringed as her lungs burned from exhaustion, their pace had become a steady dart; that had gone on for at least an hour. But there was still much ground to cover before they were in safety, and unreachable. "Pl-ease–Yae!" She called out in a hoarse cry, still tryingto keep her hand from slipping away from his sister's grip. Yae's focus was relentless, refusing to answer her twin's plea. "YAE!"

"What is it?" Yae hissed, never interrupting their gait.

"It huu-rts, I can't anymore!"

"Come on!" Yae yelled back, her wooden kimono sandles pounding the dirt path along the mountain slope. Yanking her sister along with her, but then-

"Ah!" Sae's sandle strap broke, her heel slipped from the sturdy wooden pad, putting all her weight on her weak legher knee caved and lost balance. "Eeeek!" Her frail body collapsed to the side, tumbling harshly down the ragged mountain path. Yae felt her blood run cold, turning around where her sister should have been standing. There was nothing but the chilly autumn breeze,

"Sae! Saa-e . . ." Her heart sank, it was still a few hours until dawn broke. The forest mornings were shrouded with dark mist. It was nearly impossible to see passed. Her eyes weren't the best in dark conditions, she knew that . . . "Oh Kami, is this my punishment?"

2 4 H O U R S L A T E R . . .

I-I cAn'T FoRGivE . . . I wAItEd fOR YOU! Why DiD YoU–LEavE mE! I loved you, truStED you . . . now I'm trapped in thIS hell HOLE! Now you have returned to me Yae . . . your presence almost makes me . . . But I'm NeVER too . . . And stilL you don't look for mE. Who is ShE! My rePlaCEmenT! We will see . . . I will make you regret . . . just look WhEre Itsuki's life took HiM . . . BeCAUse of US!

8 H O U R S B E F O R E . . .

Dearest Brother,

I hope this act will give you reason to forgive me. I only wished I wasn't so selfish, especially at that moment in our ceremony. I could have given you those brilliant wings to fly, watch you soar above this treacherous place . . . But I didn't, my weakness caused you pain. I hope my pain will ease your own, wherever you are. I let her go, it wouldn't have been right to follow and not repent. I love you after all,

Soon, we will be together like I know we both wanted. Only, this time. Eternity will be a lot longer in hell, than in the heaven you sought.

See you soon, brother.

Itsuki Tachibana.

He was indeed punished, the village elders, a high priest held a small trial immediately after the girls were reported missing from their household. They convicted Itsuki of conspiracy and assistance to kidnaping, the penalty being isolation from the rest of the village. Three mourners led him to the secluded storage house, and locked him inside until high priest Kurosawa could decide his fate.

It was a crammed space, cluttered with dusty cabinets and bookshelves of old literacy. There was an eerie emptiness let allowed the depression in the remaining's heart to override his mind. There was a single pulsating idea, slowly luring him. He had nothing left, nothing . . . Mutsuki's spirit was engulfed into the darkness, Yae had escaped, never to return. And Sae, not only had he failed his brother, he had failed Sae as well. She and Yae were supposed to have been long gone, but there were some large crowds of villagers shouting slander earlier on, apparently Sae had gotten separated from Yae and she was captured by some mourners.

The guilt was a stealth killer, but guilt alone would not cause him death. His own hands ached to set himself free from his mortal misery, the cold gray eyes sought a cure. They landed on a worn rope tangled around the leg of a make shift table, Itsuki crawled to where the rope laid, slowly pulling it to his lap. "To end it all . . ."

Time lapsed so quickly. Before long, the rope was tied in a loose collar around his throat, the harsh material was already leaving scratches against his skin. Still her bore the scar of the sacrifice exactly where he held Mutsuki so tightly, it emitted a dull light as the rope tightened.

"So easily," Itsuki reluctantly stood on the small table, with the end of the rope secured to a jagged part of the threshold of his cell. Everything went black and white through his eyes, like a crispy old film. Allowing his feet to fall out from beneath him, the rope squeezed his neck so viciously. The oxygen his body thrived from wisped away, as his irises grew red and watery. And soon the pain subsided, and all was left was his fleeting vision. Ah, what a site to see yourself die, and to be reborn a ghost.

His cold body hung there, bound by the rope. The motion of his weight caused him to swing from side to side, gracefully as he fell into the darkness that awaited him. The room rightfully so filled with a stale aura, something like a void in time itself had formed by this passing. His spirit was trapped in this void, like a wishful cannery in a lonely cage. Doomed to this spot of no return, no departure.

"Father, let me see him . . . one last time." Sae whispered anxiously, as she hunched over, over shadowed by him. "That is all I ask of you." Her sweaty palms met in a religious fold.

"Let it be done, then." He motioned fro the mourners to escort his eldest daughter to the holding cell, which imprisoned the boy she sought one last comfort in. "Afterward, you must return to your chambers."

"I must see him, one last time . . ."

The mourners stepped aside as the young shrine maiden pulled the doors open, she cautiously entered, expecting the familiar white haired boy to greet her, but her only welcome was the darkness; accompanied by the unusual creaking sound, which slowly repeated itself. The young girl stilled her hand along the wooden doorframe. Once her eyes adjusted she gasped, a singe of pain crossed her heart.

There he hung, eyes scrunched. But not quite closed, showing the reddish hues and his diluted pupils. His body rocked back and forth, the moonlight caressing his whitened mane. His hands dangling helplessly, he was dead. "Ooh no! Oh please!" Sae cried out, salty tears pattering the wooden floor. "Not you Itsuki! Don't you leave me too!" Her crying pitch heightened to a victimized scream, "You and Yae both!"

"DON'T LEAVE ME!"

It had been at least a day and a half since they had separated . . . Yae had been aimlessly wandering the ghostly forest; calling out to Sae, hoping she'd hear and come back to her. But now her lungs were too sore to muster another word, not only was she exhausted but her body had activated survival mode. Her digestive system had began feeding off muscular tissue, her entire body ached. "Ugh-pl-ease . . ." Yae whimpered, her skull pounding from malnourishment. "I–won't . . ." Her body fell back against a tree trunk, the harsh bark threatened to tear her kimono.

Why . . . why did you . . . leave me behind . . .

Barely coherent whisperers alerted her back to consciousness. It sounded vaguely familiar, her flared eyelashes fluttered open, her fore head scrunched, trying to recall the voice by memory. Why was it suddenly so hard to remember? Tears pricked her reddened eyes, as they fell so did droplets of rain. Little to her knowledge angry ominous clouds had gathered, as more fell harder Yae draped her arms around herself, every inch of her was soaked. Her thin black tresses stuck to her cheeks, "why am I here?" It was too hard to recall,

I waited for you . . . for so long . . . in a dark, dark place . . .

A slash of an image seared her closed eyes. Too blurry to make out, but. It was a girl . . . so much like herself, an identical duplicate. Her neck raised back, with intense, malicious laughter echoing in Yae's ears. Blood soaking her white kimono, why was this? What was this? Her mind raced fearfully,

"Miss." Came a masculine voice,

"Uh." Yae gazed up anxiously, her cheeks pink with fatigue. Her pupils dusty auburn.

"Are you alright?" The slender young teen asked, such concern in his mahogany eyes. His hair ragged jet black mess, "How long have you been out in this condition?"

"I don't," Yae sighed remorsefully. "I have no idea . . ."

He gave her a half smile, as would a father to his daughter. "Do you live around these parts?" The kind stranger's face faltered as she shrugged. "For your best interest, I think I will take you back to my home. Mother is so much better at these kinds of things." As he extended his hand to lift her from the pool she sat in, she flinched slightly. "What's the matter?"

"Can I trust you won't harm me?" Yae asked insecurely, eyeing him until he stifled a word.

"Yes, I'm not as shady as I seem. Please give me your trust,"

"I have no other choice. But what is your name?" She questioned, taking his hand hesitantly.

"Ryozo." The young boy's gentle smile eased her tension away, as the rays of sunlight evaporated the gloomy clouds. "And yours?"

The young maiden closed her eyes, trying her best to recollect her birth name. But all she could retrieve was a head ache. "I."

YAE PLEASE! Don't leave me!

A burst of chills electrocuted her senses. Her eyes opened widely, that was it . . . that was her name indeed. But, who keeps crying out to her? "Yae, my name is Yae."

"Alright, Yae." Ryozo's darkly rimmed eyes wavered in sudden affection. "Let's see if we can help you." From all of the guilt, stress and anxiety had fully erased everything. . . it was truly sad, every memory of her childhood spent with her dearest sister was lost in a void of nothingness. From then on, she went through life without the guilt or misery the memories would have brought. Until her over baring guilt of a lost daughter claimed her life in later years.

A/N: Farewell FF2 fiction, I need a break. But hopefully I showed the dire emotion that was essential to the great name of Fatal Frame. The ending it filled with sorrow, because the game is no mary-sue. It has a deathly edge to it, and that made the inspiration come so easily. I hope you enjoyed yourself in my little perception of what happened before FF2,
XOX Alee,