Okay, not much fluffiness. Yes, this chapter is kind of sad. Sad as in…Oh, you'll get it. But I promised the kissing scene would happen soon! The friend of mine is probably silently holding her fist up to me indirectly and cursing me for not putting it in this chapter. Oh well, you'll have to wait longer. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to reserve a room in the hospital in the face-smashing department. –Totschafe
Time went by slowly as the two slept. Envy had woken up once to see Elysia sleeping on his chest, looking like an angel. Yes, it was so unlike him to be in love, but he was. And to the soft sound of her gentle breathing, he fell asleep again.
He awoke in a dark room. This had to be some kind of dream. There was a tall figure in front of him, face hidden by a hood on the cloak. Envy took a step back, only to meet a wall. He started breathing heavier and the figure laughed coldly. A high-pitched female voice slithered out of the figure like a snake.
"So, little Envy is in love with a mortal. How ironic. You hate mortals, and yet you love them. I find this very amusing."
He was shaking. She giggled like a school girl and walked over to him. A clawed hand made its way out of the cloak and stroked his cheek gently.
"Oh my beautiful Envy, why did you disobey my orders like you did? I trusted you. It seems I judged you wrong."
"N-no. Just don't…"
"Don't what? Oh, put you in 'the room'?"
"Yes."
"I may have to. But if you don't want to go in there, I suggest you get back to normal and kill the little mortal."
His eyes went wide.
"I'm not going to do that!"
The hand clawed the side of his face, leaving four long marks in its wake. He winced as it left him. The woman was now back in the shadows and talked in the coldest voice imaginable.
"You ARE going to kill that girl and you WILL bring her body to me. I don't care what it takes, just do it! You are definitely Dante's child, defiant and completely hopeless. I would expect better of you now…slave…"
With her words, snakes came out of the ground and wrapped themselves around him, choking him until…
His eyes shot open. Sweat fell from his face as though he was in some sort of heated room, a sauna maybe. His hand rose to meet the side of his face, and sure enough, there were four scratches on him. He sighed and put his hand back down, looking at Elysia as well. Still fast asleep and still looking like an angel. He couldn't do it. He would never forgive himself if he killed her. He would have to leave her though, which he didn't want to do. Slowly and gently, he removed Elysia from his chest and placed her head on a pillow. He walked over to her dresser and found a small piece of paper and a pencil. Looking back at her once, he sighed and began writing.
Elysia,
I'm sorry, but I do have to leave you. I don't think I can ever see you again. There's something that's come up that I can't ignore and it means that you won't see me for a very long time. I might see you someday, I hope. Thanks for saving me by the way.
Love,
Envy
Everything seemed so cliché, him saying he could never see her again. There were old romance novels like that, right? And he also thought it was strange that he, the most heartless thing in the world, would be in love with a former victim's daughter. But there were just some things in the world that were never meant to be. He walked over to her sleeping figure and moved some stray hair away from her face, then he bent down and kissed her on the forehead. No, he wasn't disgusted, and he wasn't angry at himself or anyone else. It was probably the fact that he wasn't jealous of anyone. He had Elysia, or he did anyway. Looking away from her, he opened the window and leapt outside, landing soundlessly on his feet.
He walked away, not even bothering to look back at the house. It had just been one day, but in that day, he was happy. He fell in love, he had received human affection, he had been loved, and he had never laughed that hard in 400-something years. It was so amusing, yet so strange, alien to him. But now it would have to change. He would have to be his old self again. He would have to be evil, heartless, vicious, and very cruel. There was no one in the world that loved him, that was what he had to tell himself. He begged silently for someone to change him back.
As though someone had heard his wish, his Ouroboros tingled and he felt something like a wave wash over him. His mind cleared of anything it had witnessed that day. The image of him and Elysia in their laughing fit disappeared. The image of Elysia sleeping on his chest disappeared. The image of her hugging him the first time disappeared too. Nothing was left except evil. Yes, this is how it was supposed to me. The quiet beating heart was gone and a cold emptiness settled in. Just the way he liked it. Laughing to himself evilly, he walked away and back to where he came from.
Elysia woke up. She felt drowsy still, but happy. But something was missing. She sat up and looked around. No Envy. She saw the paper on the dresser and picked it up, reading over it once, then twice, then three times, just to assure herself. Tears came to her eyes. She had fallen in love with him and he had left her all in the same day. Then she looked at the clock mounted on the wall. 6:30 p.m. Mom would be home soon. Crushing the letter, then ripping it apart, she threw it away and held back her tears. Why was she feeling this way? Especially for her father's murderer. Nothing was okay anymore. Now all she wanted to do was forget him, forget he ever came. Closing her eyes, she let the tears come, and as though through some kind of miracle, not realizing Envy had been through something like it, her tears washed away any memory of him.
