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Author's Note: I've run out… thanks to everyone who's reviewed!
Sisters till the End
This is dedicated to Pablo/Cecil because he is such an awesome writer and he has inspired me to go farther. Thank you Pablo/Cecil for your awesome story and your awesome talent!
Chapter Sixteen: During the NightZorya lay on her cot within a cell of the Zaibach Vione. A mistake on her part had been made during the battle only days ago and now she was prisoner of one of her most hated, and sometimes well-paying, enemies. Great, she thought, partly ashamed of her failure, she looked to the ceiling. I slip up once and now I am captured. How wonderful.
As much as the thoughts stung her ego and moral, a part of her could not let go of the fact that she had been openly looking for Scott. It kept piercing through her self-loathing and shinning upon and dark spot in her soul. It reminded her of what it was like to feel the emotions that one should normally experience. Oh, shut it, she told herself, turning on her side and folding an arm underneath her head. No one wants you. Why open yourself up again to only be hurt?
The nagging voice in the back of her head told her it was because maybe Scott didn't want to hurt her and he only wanted her. She wanted to laugh at the notion and slap it away but that was the problem with non-physical things, there was nothing to slap. A bit of anger flared up in her adding to her pervious annoyance. Being trapped in a cell sure gave the mind time to think.
Suddenly the barred gate swung open and a figure stood in front of the glaring light of the outer hallway. The light sent pain searing through Zorya's eyes but she refused to show weakness by squinting in the presence of her captor. Instead, she only stared at the shadow, wondering, planning, wanting, it's death inside her head. "So, you're the Zorya Aradia Belok that I've heard so much about," a cold, sneering voice hissed, its tone cutting through the icy air in the cell and striking crystals inside Zorya's heart.
Appearing to be unfazed by the voice, Zorya simply sat up, her face emotionless and her eyes cold. "And you would be the renowned Lord Dilandau Albatou, Captain of the Dragon Slayers," she said, not as a question but more of a statement. She knew who he was and more importantly what he was capable of.
Dilandau stepped into the darkness of her cell and closed the door behind him. The cell was made up of stone cold metal, the only light being that that came from the barred door, which was now behind him. The darkness of the room immediately set in and he could no longer see his prey as the darkness developed her. He smirked, idly wondering if it was visible, and crossed his arms across his chest. "Then if you know me why did you let yourself get captured?" He sneered. "Or was it a mistake?"
"It was your mistake to make," Zorya's voice said, cold but soft, from the darkness. Part of Dilandau became scared of this girl. His good side told him that he should not anger her or give her reason to strike him for if he did she would not only destroy him but the world. The other part of him wanted to reach out and slap the girl hard-he was perfect! Immortal and the sense of perfection-how dare she try and judge him!
"I see no mistake, girl. I only see a foolish woman who wants to be ferocious and witty but is only a mewling kitten."
"Then how come you are scared of me?" In a lightning instant she was barley inches in front of him, her sapphire blue eyes piercing into his with such cunning and integrity that he almost took a step back. Almost. "I believe the mistake was yours, Captain. Once you stepped into this cell you starting playing on my grounds. And I smell fear on you. You're scared of me because you can neither control me nor understand me," she hissed, and disappeared back into the cloak of darkness. "Believe what you want Captain but you know what I say is true."
A sneer appeared on Dilandau's face as he turned and stomped over to the door and opened it. Zorya heard the door close and Dilandau order for her to be tortured in an hour. She smiled to herself. Yes, her plan was coming into play very nicely.
As Dilandau left the dungeon and headed back to his room, his mind kept replaying his encounter with Zorya. He should've slapped her right then, beaten her for her words, but he hadn't. Something had stopped him. What was it?
Those eyes… yes, those eyes had been the ones to stop him from striking. Those sapphire eyes that pierced his soul and awoken something deep inside him. The blue eyes which as they looked upon him had shown no fear nor respect and only defiance; the eyes that had held within them a sort of sadness in which her soul was bound to forever-the eyes of Kat.
For a very strong moment he had thought he was actually staring into the eyes of his former lover and wife. The way she talked and they way she looked Zorya could almost be a twin of Kat. Yet he knew that nothing in the world could replace her fire or spirit. Kat was different, special, and he should've known that was why he had taken her.
Dilandau forgot about Zorya and began to actually, for the first time in months, think about Kat. She had had such fire and spirit when he had known her. The way when she first came here she was not afraid of him. She stood strong no matter what faced her. Strength, spirit, determination and fire all combined made almost and equal to him.
She had had a broken home, a horrible past, and a bruised ego. Her trust was hard earned but well worth it and she never left someone's side. A sixth sense about life and war seemed to always haunt her and for some reason she always seemed to know how to cheer people up or what to say. He had only ever seen her speechless or truly confused maybe only twice. It was like whenever he looked at her he saw others looking at her too, not for beauty but for her wisdom. Was that why he had loved her?
Understanding between two he had never experienced but somehow with Kat he had finally learned it and loved it. He loved the fact that he need not to explain himself, which was how it should be, and that she seemed to know what he was thinking. The inner demon was tamed when he was around her and the inner loathing was forgotten.
However, that was how he had become weak, wasn't it? His infatuation with peace of mind and happiness had made him forget the vest of war and the taste of blood. His cravings of destruction and poverty for the people below him were lost. Life was good and that was not how it should have been. Kalirice changed that. She made him remember and re-awoke the demon within him.
The people of Gaea memories were brought back with the revival of the blood thirsty general and once again they lived in fear. Their fear was what made his blood tingle and his heart leap. Because they feared him he grew stronger. Those who opposed him were slaughtered and the vest of life was back in full. He loved the life and he loved the demon would brought him back. Kalirice was truly and equal.
Yet what about Kat? Once he had thought her an equal. Now Kalirice was his only equal. Kat's gently but passionate nature had calmed him and Kalirice's fierce and strong nature fueled him. When he looked at both women he saw so many likenesses and yet even more differences.
Why did he despise Kat so and yet love Kalirice? He vowed to love Kat forever and until the world ended so why had he rejected her and forgotten his vow? Kalirice had awoken the devil and now the devil was strong and ruling. Yet did the devil truly love Kalirice as it had loved the only woman known to love both the man and the beast? Or was it just infatuation with Kalirice's power?
He could not answer that. It was left open in his mind and would forever make him think. Wanting to answer the question was more then a desire to him it was an obsession. Forever he would be haunted by it until finally he answered it. To do that he would have to be true to himself, which was a distant thought to him. As he pondered the question, one thing concerned his inner psyche. What would happen to the women whom he loved while he answered the question?
Author's Note: Wow, that was deep. I'm trying to keep Dilandau real to his true nature in this so I'm sorry if he seems all mean. It's the only way it'll work. So review and tell me what you think!
~The Shadow That Takes Form as a Kat~
~~ShadowKat~~