Fraternal love
Kill her. Naraku's voice, mixed with a plenty crowd within Annabelle's head resounded countless times while she was taking one step after another...
and another...
"Worry not, I'll take care of that!" The little girl of yellowish curls has promised while contemplating a bit of blood pouring from her sister's knee. "Oh, Belle, you always cry for everything! I'm just cleaning your wound, it's not even so ugly like that!" She said playfully as she was rubbing a wet piece of fabric upon the wounded skin of the other weeping kid sitting upon a tree root. "Right, it's done!" She gave a soft kiss on that cleaned bruise and then friendly smiled.
Inside the opaque blueness orbs of Naraku's doll, the horror of the woman arrested by roots was reflecting while seeing her red-haired equal proceed on her parade.
Hand in hand they used to swirl, playing around the golden autumn meadow. At night, even if the two had their respective rooms, they would always choose to share the same bed. They enjoyed to tell horror stories before sleeping time, and would end up frightened with every shadow on the stone walls, caused by candles' light.
Annabelle knelt before Ailyn, her hands dipped into the sand while her gaze was deeply focused on that cornered, terrified victim.
"Belle, how did you do that? You brought that bird back to life!" The little girl said as she was holding the other's hands. Her anxiety was so big that she couldn't even wait her sister getting better for ask her to do that again.
"I don't know, Lynnie..." She rolled her eyes bellow, unsure and a bit shy.
"Come on, you must show me!"
"Belle, take a look! Papa is talking with that woman again... It looks like they are old friends" The yellow-haired girl whispered naughty in her sister's ear as they were walking through a fair in the center of a town much bigger than their own.
There were tents of different colors, with people selling things around the square. In front of such turmoil, a magnanimous gothic cathedral was the view.
"I just wish we could come back to our home..." Anna unburdened. "I miss our homeland..." She ceased her steps in front of the huge stony stairs, glaring at the gargoyles carved upon the balconies.
"But you know our papa has a better future in here, Belle! Merchants earn much more gold selling their artifacts on bigger cities... You know, just look on the bright side, maybe we'll stop travelling a bit if he finds a woman to marry..." She giggled while watching their father having his hand read by an unknown woman with hazel hair and emerald green eyes.
"It's funny, she doesn't look strange to me, still I don't like her..." The ginger child has confessed, staring at the dazzling creature who was attracting her progenitor's attention.
"Oh, you are jealous! We cannot want papa only for ourselves forever. She seems to be funny, unlike all those boring people too... Catholics." Ailyn sighed in boredom.
"Lynnie!" She covered her sister's mouth with one hand. "Shhh! Don't say it out loud!" Belle looked around, fearing the possibility of some of a bunch of men nearby would have listened. She breathed in relief when became clear they were distracted, there was too much noise of people talking and music being played around. It was quite improbable anyone would pay attention on two eleven years old girls' silly gossip, except for that mysterious woman who was chatting with the Scottish merchant.
"Girls, this is Amelie" one day their father finally presented the lass to them. "She is a fortune teller and works on the square, you must have seen her by the fountain sometimes".
"Yes papa, you're always talking to each other" Ailyn answered. "What brings you to our humble home, my lady?" She bowed.
Annabelle observed them chatting without saying a word. Her twin, on the other hand, would not stop talking and making some jokes.
"Your daughters are charming, monsieur Allistaire. It's sad to see two beautiful girls being raised without a mother's presence..." The woman stood in front of Anna and stroked her flaming bangs. "You..." Those green pools narrowed vigilant. "There is something different in you." She leaned, so their faces could be at the same high.
The girl stepped back, possessed by an unique terror. She remembered the day when her mother was executed. A procession followed her to the river. Annabelle was too short to see exactly what was happening, yet she knew it was something bad, for her father couldn't stop crying while the crowd was shouting untiringly around them. The woman who had brought her into the world was dressing nothing but a white chemise, her arms were tied by the back, red curls were covering her face soaked by warm tears.
When they got to the riverside, a shrouded man tied a rope around Anna's mom waist and sentenced her to die. Ailyn yelled and ran into their mother's direction while the ginger girl stood in place, still not understanding what was happening. Her father grabbed the blond twin, and she shook her body, scratching his arms, shouting many protests that ended in nothing. Belle, apathetic, held her father and sister asking them what the hell was going on, with her cry pouring unceasingly from the eyes. A whistle noise inside her ears was keeping her from listening the words spoken by the executioner. There was a sound, though, that only she had comprehended - agitating water.
Her mother, with a big stone tied by her waist and minor rocks inside the pockets, has been thrown inside the river and sunk for once.
The air scaped from the little ginger child, she twirled her body to all sides, her eyes has captured many nuances of people, some were laughing, some were screaming, some were frightened. Then those big indigo orbs glared into a peculiar visage. The bright red of it's dress was contrasting with the tattered clothes of the peasants around.
The stranger didn't show any emotion at all. In truth, she seemed to be bored. Her empty semblance caused shivers on Annabelle, and her fear has attracted the attention she did not wanted. Sparkling emeralds faced the kid, crimson lips grinned, then an index finger has been put over them, making a request of silence.
I know her, she was there! Anna got even more rigid, certain that such woman couldn't be a good person.
"Annabelle is a bit shy" the middle-aged man explained, feeling disconcerted. "Come, let me show you the garden, lady Amelie" He raised one arm to her.
"Lady? Such kindness of you, monsieur..." She smiled while accompanying him, gracefully stepping through the corridor, her long red, velvet dress dragging upon the floor.
"Frankly speaking, Belle, how aloof you are!" Ailyn held her by the side and playfully messed her hair up.
"Our lives are going to change, Lynnie, I can sense it..." She professed, frozen at the same place, eyes glazing through the window's glass that woman touching the rosebush and caressing some petals, the green gemstone of her ring was glittering with the vespertine light.
And our lives have changed indeed... Annabelle concluded as she kept analyzing the frail attemptings of her prey on releasing her arms and legs from the roots. You are no longer that little girl who used to worry about me, who would help to clean my wounds and brush my hair. A thin resented tear dropped from one eye, retrieving a certain sparkle to it. You let that viper's speech and promises blind you, even our father has been bewitched by her fancy words, by wonderful plans which would never come true...
"Shit!" Ailyn has summoned her phantasmic mist as her last resource. The smoke started to emerge from the depths of the soil.
"Go on, Annabelle!" From Naraku's index finger a tentacle has raised and it's tip was sharpen as a dagger. He cut it off and threw next to his subject. "End it!" He demanded, already impatient.
The eccentric weapon fell stuck on the soil, next to Anna's hand. Trembling, she took the brownish blade and squeezed it. Her gaze never missing Ailyn's, both of them couldn't even blink.
"So, this is our farewell then" For someone who was always cursing or mocking, the Red Rose has shown a strange and sudden serenity. After a long sigh, she closed her eyes and lifted her chin. If she had to die, then she wouldn't go as a coward, even if she was terrified. So, she waited for the blade to reap her throat and perhaps she would get a quick death.
Yet, that roots once tying her wrists and ankles suddenly vanished, being cut into pieces by the weapon carved on Naraku's flesh. After doing that, Annabelle's arms pulled her sister abruptly and evolved her in an desperate embrace. Their chins found rest on one and another's shoulder. Gentle fingers caressed the aurum curls.
"I love you, Lynnie..." Anna murmured before pushing her twin with all the strength she got "Run!" Then she yelled.
Tentacles of different sizes, shapes and colors passed by Annabelle's sides, making her locks wave in the air. Alabaster intense illumination covered her, destroying the most part of that appendages which were trying to reach the young blond lass who was jumping behind. The jewel shard inside Annabelle's chest at last regained it's original color and she stood up confidently.
Before any viscous and sharpen object could reach the lozenge carved on Ailyn's forehead, she has conjured a spell, speaking some ancient gaelic words and a portal opened at her back. She jumped inside of that supernatural circle and then it vanished, taking her away.
The sky soon began to get clear, with no more thunders to fall. Annabelle elegantly turned her body, being face to face with the hanyo again. She was ready to confront him, however, when they were finally close to each other, a purifying arrow came from behind and trespassed Naraku's abdomen, making his eyes widened, while he muttered:
"It's not possible..." His rubies rolled till being captivated by the desperate expression on the western lass' semblance. Annabelle covered her mouth with her hands to smooth a scream of terror.
To be continued...
This time I came earlier, friends!
Hope you have enjoyed to learn a bit more of Annabelle and Ailyn's past.
They came through a lot!
Oh, and I think I must let something clear: Ailyn's point of view about Catholic people doesn't represent my opinion, okay? It's just because of her bad experience, how she lost her mother, there is a huge resentment inside her core.
That said, I can't wait to publish the next chapter!
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See ya, kissus!!!