To Tame a Beast
Did any one miss me? Well I'm back; my trip was great... except the drama... To much drama.. Anyways, I'm back and I wrote this chapter for all of you who have been waiting for it. It should be very long... I mean when I was writing it on my note book it was like thirteen pages long... and I still wasn't finished..
O, and thanks to darkgoddess for the reviews for all five chapters I feel loved! O an Yes I know it's not right that a girl from gaea to have an earth name but (evil I am) there is a very good reason behind that and your going to have to wait a while to see whylaughs this is why my friends hate me when I write stories.. I always give hints at things and make them mad when I don't tell them but I love doing it.
Anyways on with the story! My battle scenes need some work, but o well.. I was writing them on the evil plane..
Chpt. 5 Kiss of Death
The enemy was clueless to their attack, men scattered about in fear as they tried to retaliate. Fires torched the woods in the valley, between the cliffs. Dilandau laughed chaotically as he burned the ground around him. Yes burn, burn it all down, until there was nothing left. Cowards shouldn't live, only the strong, the powerful. He cut down the old style melefs in front of him. Sometimes he would take his time at tearing them apart. After a while his mind registered a constant beeping that echoed in the cockpit.
"Dilandau-sama?" Dalet's voice came on over the intercom, blocking out the screams of the dying.
"WHAT?!!" He snapped, torching the closes thing of soldiers, as arrows started flying through the air. Morons, those can't do anything to guymelefs...
"I lost Rei's signal, she's not coming up on the radar. "Dilandau snarled, and glanced up quickly at the radar before he had to turn his attention back to the battle raging around him. On the small round screen blinked six red dots, his six slayers, but were the hell was that blue dot? He flipped the chancels on the com, and waited for it to warm up.
"Rei.." The line was silent, as he repeated her name louder. "Rei... Rei! Answer you fucking bitch, I'm not in the mood for this!"
"You know, you don't have to yell so loud. I can hear you just fine." Her cool voice came on, as Dilandau took down another melef, and set the archers' hiding places on fire. "I'm busy, what do you need?
"Why aren't we picking up your signal?"
"Maybe I'm out of range.." She whispered sarcastically. "I turned it off, it was distracting me." A snapping noise echoed on the com, Dilandau heard her curse and mumble something about a tree. Dilandau let the flame thrower set the area on fire again before continuing.
"Turn it back on, if we don't know where you are, you could get yourself killed." The line was silent again for a while before a quiet click came on over the com. A small blue dot began to blink again on the screen above him. Dilandau growled, it was several meters away from the battle. "Where are you?"
"Can't you see me? The valley between the two razor cliffs, Prince Tettro's main camp is located here, and don't bother coming up here. The melefs can't fit between the spaces; you have to come in on foot. You're going to have to change the Ronda-view point though, it's hard getting back down from here. Pick me up at the cliffs edge, Rei out." There was a click as the line turned off before Dilandau could respond. Fucking woman, she was acting as if she was the commander, he just growled, he'll have to find someone to take his anger out on, no doubtfully her.
"Meeting at the razor cliffs in 20!!" he yelled over the intercom.
Blood, yes that is what the beast lived for. She could fell it, fighting against its restrains. Fighting to control her, to kill them all slowly, it wanted blood. She would fight to control it, as she used its strength to cut down each soldier, fast, and quietly before an alert could be sound. But this fight for control was always lost. The Beast would win in the end, destroying its restrains and taking control. When it killed it made an art of it, first it would launch the dagger to kill the prey, and while it was still standing, it would cut it down in to pieces before ripping out the dagger and throwing it again. It wanted to do everything personally. It wanted to feel the warm blood splatter a crossed it's face, and body. It wanted to tasted the fear of it's prey as they dead.
This was the only feeling she found, that the beast had, the passion of death. But, in the end of it all, it would stand alone looking over the fires and the dead. It would be feeling something, incompletion, but it was not looking into the flames for victory. It was looking for something. At this time, it would return to its cage. The restrains of her mind, letting her have control once again, but leaving her feeling empty, alone inside. Once, a month ago, the beast would not retreat to its cage, the madoushis tried everything they could to restrain both her and it. But in the end, it broke free and killed almost all that were in the left tower, including the madoushi that was in charge of the 009 project. But, on the last victim, the beast did something unnatural for itself. In its moment of rage it let her kill the madoushi's assistant, to show her that she shouldn't fear anything. So, to return the favor for the years of beatings and rape when she was younger, she killed the man slowly mimicking what she had seen so many times before, laughing as the man screamed to death.
It was then, later when they found her with her guymelef, that she began to understand the beast that lived within her. It was no looking in the flames for something; it wanted someone, someone that would give it its wish for death. Her own wish for death, for the tortures to end, had imbedded itself into its mind, and now it wanted its own death. But it simple would not kill itself. No, it wanted to die in battle, to find the one that would best it on the battle field. This was why she didn't tell Dilandau in the first place that there were two camps. She knew what the odds were taking this alone, eighty-nine against one. That was the only way her death would come. If she could be out numbered, for no one was strong enough to stop her alone. Death was what the beast thirst for, so she would dance with it. The beast kicked the ashes of a close by fire, causing smaller ones to start up all around her. Let them came.
"Prince Tettro!" The blond turned his head to the side to watch the older general come running up to him. He looked back over the burning valley. "Our men are under attack. We must assist them!"
"Why do that?" the boy asked with a laugh. He could see the flames torch the area that the archers were hiding. How interesting the technology of Zaibach was. Even if it was helping them win this battle. "Do they know we're up here?" The gray haired general shook his head with a frown. He looked down at the battle unfolding itself below them before answering.
"No milord."
"Then, once the Zaibach fools finish them off, they'll think that they have one. And once their backs are turned, we'll kill them." He turned away from the battle and walked over to a table near by.
"But, Milord! We would lose more then one third of our army!" The prince knocked the general a crossed the face, and cursed.
"Their lives are worth a victory for my father! Zaibach will fall and Celtic will win, understand?!" Tettro never got an answer as the general fell forward onto the ground with a dagger imbedded in the back of his skull. He stepped back a few steps before he looked up, fires burned the woods and his camp, his soldiers load on the ground some without limbs or even heads, body pieces were scattered every where. And, there, amidst the death stood the demon with the flames dancing around her legs. The flames glittered off the thin coat of sweat that covered her tan body. The black spaghetti strapped shirt glistened as she walked towards him, sword tapping against the ground. Unconsciously, every step she took forward, he would match with a step back. It wasn't until she knelt down to pull out the dagger from his general's skull, that he released his mistake.
"W-what are y-you?" Tettro stuttered as she stood back up, white bangs covered her eyes. As she tilted her head up a bit a red circle shielded her left eye from view. It was connected onto a piece of metal that was attached along the side of her head. He slowly drew out his sword as she started towards him again, blood dripped down off her face and arms. "W-what d-do you w-want?"
An evil smile played at her lips as she took up her sword, her head slowly rose up to look at him. The red circle snapped up off her eye, and back along to her ear. Her cold eyes fixed on him, the dark pools of blood shot blue reflected the fires from below.
"Prince Tettro de Celtian.... Target registered." The demon said suddenly aloud, with an emotionless voice. The smile deepened as the blueness in the demon's eyes gave way to the blood red. "Target confirmed."
The prince never had a chance. Before he could use his sword in his hand to defend himself; the dagger left her hand and imbedded itself into his chest. Not exactly on the man's heart, no, it wanted to play with him first. The dagger had cut a main artery; Tettro would bleed to death in the matter of minutes. Not that she cared, he'd be dead long before that. He fell to his knees as she walked up to him, putting her sword back into its sheath. Blood began to pool up in his mouth as she towered over him. Fear flooded his green eyes as her left hand took up a hand full of his blond hair.
The demon brought her face down close to his, the smile gone as it studied him. Her right hand gently wiped away the blood that ran down his cheek before lightly pushing her lips against his. The last thing in the young prince's mind would be that kiss, as she yanked out the dagger, and brought it down on his neck.
Dilandau slammed his fist against the Alseides. Five minutes ago Rei's signal went off again, and now she was late. Not just late, fifteen minutes late. Damn fucking woman, she better not have died on me, he snarled as he looked down at his men. Some of them were still in their guymelefs on guard, or standing next to them waiting for orders. Dilandau growled lowly as he jumped down on to the burn ground.
"Shesta!" The blond snapped to attention as Dilandau yelled.
"Yes, sir?" Dilandau started down along to the cliffs. If Rei thought she was going to get away with this she was wrong.
"You and Guimel are with me, the rest of you stay here! Let's find the bitch already!"
The first thing that they noticed when they reached the valley was that the camp was in flames. Then the bodies started to come up as they walked father in, swords in hand ready for anything. At first the bodies were one whole piece, with a single blow that killed them. After the first line of burning tents, the style changed. Limbs were missing; laying several yards apart, but they were in larger groups..
"What the hell?" Dilandau slipped his sword back into it's sheath, the whole camp was dead. How the hell could that one girl do all this by herself? The breeze picked up, blowing the live ashes around spreading the fire. If they didn't move quickly enough, they would end up being burned alive down here. He walked forward again, Shesta and Guimel not to far behind still with their swords out. They found her on the out skirts of the ruined camp, watching the fires dancing a crossed the night sky. Her back was turned to them, as the winds blow back the loss armored jacket that hung on her shoulders; the once white braid hung back, now covered in blood.
"Rei?" He called from a few feet away, but she didn't turn. He was about to say it again, louder when her head slowly turned to the right. Her entire side was caked over in blood, but there were definite signs of wounds that could be seen. Rei frowned when her mind registered who they where, and started to walk pasted them ignoring the blood that covered her.
"Where's the prince?" One of the few questions Dilandau would regret ever asking her. Rei stopped a few inches from him, a confused expiration crossed her face for a second before she walked passed him dropping something into his hands. He looked down at them to find the blond headed prince's head resting in his hands, the empty green eyes staring up at him in horror. Instantly he dropped it to the ground in shock, he had seen battle fields of needless massacres many times before, but this was far beyond any of them. He turned to say something to her, but she was already half way down the hill heading back he way they had just came
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They were on the cliffs over looking the burning valleys. One stood on the edge, with his cloak blowing in the wind, the other knelt down next to him holding a pare of binnacles.
"It's her alright." The one knelt down said, as he stood up handing the binnacles over to the one standing next to him. "It's her style. We should report this back." The one with the binnacles looked back at him his black hair covered his eyes. He was a year younger then his partner.
"Shouldn't we retrieve Tettro?" The elder one laughed as he walked back over to the two towering guymelefs, the stealth cloaks blowing wildly in the high winds.
"He's long dead. Why should we play as dogs? The boy got himself killed. If his father wants him, he can come back and pick up the pieces. We were only sent to conformer that she is in use. That's all." The younger looked back at the fires throwing the binnacles over the edge, and followed.
"Who'd think that she was still alive after all this years? I always thought she would have found a way to escape like she did with us."
"Memories, kid. She can't remember, but don't worry. We'll pay the beast back, we always pay our dues."
The flight back in the Vione was in complete silence, Shesta nor Guimel said anything. None of the other Dragonslayers had either, because the look a crossed Dilandau's face when they got back. Rei didn't answer Dilandau's first calls on her com, so he had given up on it. That and he was rethink that he may not what to hear the answer. It was a little past midnight when they got back into the hanger. The slayers lined up at on the hanger floor below the Alseides waiting for him to get out of his cockpit. Rei slowly slide of the arm onto the platform. Dilandau looked at her then down at his men before dismissing them, and waited for them to clean out before starting down the steps to the hanger floor with Rei following behind. If wasn't until he was several steps away from the stairs that he heard her fall. Dilandau turned quickly around to see her laying on the floor, half of her body still on the stairs.
His mind panicked, it always did when something he couldn't understand happened. Her laying there with the jacket a few steps away let him see the blood that covered her body. Unlike the ones on her face; they weren't caked in. Meaning it could be her own blood. Even if he despised the girl, she was still his Dragonslayer. Always in the back of his mind he feared losing any of them, because if he did he would be alone. The one thing he feared the most, being alone. The seconded he touched her neck, it was freezing cold, but she still had a pulse. The next thing he did was scan the front of her for any wounds. The only ones were small cuts here and there but nothing live threatening. The next thing was to look at her back. Before he could turn her over, she grabbed his hand.
"I'm fine." She hissed.
"Fine? You just collapsed." She pushed him off her and sat up, rubbing her chest.
"I had the wind knocked out of me. You were flying against the wind, and didn't bother to cover me from the force."
"Why didn't you tell me?" He pulled her up on to her feet, but she wasn't stable enough to stand on her own, and she fell against him.
"Why bother? We were almost back by the time it started to bother me." She pushed off him and tested herself a few steps before letting go of him. When she swayed again Dilandau held her waist, missing the flinch she had to the touch "I can make it back to the room just fine, Lord Dilandau, "she snarled, and shoved his hands of and walked away. Leaving him standing there, dazed, not only was that the first semi-civilized conversation between them, she had also called him 'Lord' without being sarcastic.
She walked into the slayers' room, stumbling. Rei could hear the boys talking behind the open door to the left that let to the shower. She needed one too, but not badly enough to take it now. She'd wait until they were done, but until then she would rest. What she had said to Dilandau was wrong; the force of the wind didn't faze her. No she collapsed from what ever Folken had given her; it seems it had a nasty after effect. She stood over her bed looking down at the newly cleaned white sheets when it hit her, hard. The cold, painful stab in her heart caused her to drop down to her knees, with her hands holding her up. Breathing in gasps of air as the pain came again and again, each time harder and closer together until she was lying on the floor on her side. The last time the pain came, it stayed. She could feel her heart stop, along with her breath for the pain was too much.
Rei's body went num, as her vision blurred from the pain. It was just before she fell into darkness, did she hear someone enter the room.
Mwahahaha She gives a new meaning to the kiss of death What's happened to Rei? And who are the two mysteries men that were watching the battle? To find out, stay tune until next time (ok, I watched to much gundam seed since I got back.. shot me)