This is for and dedicated to Alchemist Angel 2000, a reveiwer who wanted a sequel for Drops of Liquid Silver! I hope you like it!
Warnings: You should be able to expect it by now, but... Victimized!Dark, a touch of Dark-torture, some slight Out Of Charactor-ness from Dark, and a bit of Krad/Dark goodness... (shrugs) What can I say, it's fun to torture the pretty bishie...
Read and enjoy, kiddies...
It is said that when someone is broken by a great fear, the only way to be fixed again is to face that fear. But the ones who say that, the nameless shadows who have never been completely shattered before, would never be able to face such a fear again.
Dark knows this, because he is unable to face his own fear, the fear that broke him. No matter how much time passed, no matter how many times the thief faced him, he couldn't forget the pain inflicted upon him by his other half, or the way he had been helpless to save himself. He couldn't forget the whimpers and screams of pain, couldn't look into the golden eyes that mocked him, bringing back memories that he wished had remained safely in the past.
And now, facing the golden eyed angel once again, Dark isn't able to stop the tremors of fear that run through his body. He can't control the way his instincts, conditioned to being helpless when faced by those golden eyes, scream at him to run.
But he can't control his body either; it is bound with wards, wards that burn his skin like fire, leaving him at the nonexistent mercies of an angel with the heart of a demon.
Crimson liquid flows from at least a dozen wounds now, and his voice has already betrayed him, shrieking and crying out in pain just like the last time.
The angel laughs, enjoying his victim's pain, even as he tempers the agony with a shock of pleasure, making the thief whimper in surprise.
"Little Mousy, why do you continue fighting me?" He whispers into Dark's ear, pressing his body against his and feeling the thief tremble against him. The golden eyed angel senses the wards written in blood push at him, trying to burn him as they did Dark. "You know you will never win, so why persist?"
He leans closer, cupping the thief's face in his hand and drawing it close for a deep, burning kiss. Dark whimpers again, but the sound is strangled by the angel's tongue, deep in his throat.
Breaking the kiss, the angel pulls away, digging his nails into the thief's neck harshly, cutting off his breath, and causing new threads of blood to appear. "Why won't you admit that you will never be free?"
The angel doesn't know, Dark's mind whispers to him through a growing haze of black. He doesn't know.
The angel releases Dark's throat, moving back to strike him again, before he sees the thief's lips moving slightly, the amethyst eyes glazed with tears and pain, his body forcibly held upright by the wards. Stepping close, he barely catches the sound of his name, and the soft, hoarse voice whispering to him.
"But…I have… you broke me, Krad…And I'll never be free…"
At the shattered confession, the tears slip from his eyes, mixing with brilliant crimson slowly.
He is crying tears of blood… Because he has been broken, andhe will never be fixed…
FIN