~Knife Blood Nightmare ~
"Goodbye my other-self." Dark muttered solemnly.
"DARK!" Krad screamed savagely arching and jerking at his binding in a futile attempt of escape.
She said live young and leave a wake of beauty.
That's all I ever could have asked,
Should have asked from you.
And I won't forget to write you,
When I get there soon.
'Cause you'll be lying dead
From stab wounds to the neck and chest again.
Dark shivered as he awoke, feeling the blood from former battles pool in a sticky crimson colored mess over his chest. He struggled to breathe wincing as he caught sight of what appeared to be driving into his rib cage. He haphazardly jerked his arm up, biting his lip as he used trembling digits to pull the stem of the once white feather, which sliced at his fingers like a dull razorblade.
They found you covered up in blood,
Covered head to toe in blood.
Face first in a tale of awkward love.
They found you covered up in blood,
She's bleeding, she's bleeding.
Brushing the automatic tears out of his bleary amethyst eyes he noticed the uncannily familiar figure of Krad, drenched in blood so much so that his elaborate trench coat was stained a blackish-maroon. He was turned so that his back faced the thief, his hair had come down during those last moments of there everlasting war. Dark watched the horrifyingly beautiful form warily as he sat up shakily on his elbows. He narrowed his sight as he heard the consistent drip of claret substance, a almost pain filled gasp escaped his tightly clasped lips as he followed the trail down to the ground beneath the angel's feet, where a puddle of thick copper liquid spread with each drip.
Gone with the stitching in her heart.
Left out a silhouette that just won't
Heal and dying in your arms tonight.
Hesitantly Dark pushed himself into sitting position, his wings dead weight on his aching back. "Krad." He whispered softly.
There was no response; even the rhythmic droplets of life's liquid falling did not deviate from their pattern. He breathed in deeply, it was just his other-half, what was he scared of? "Krad?" He called, his voice strengthened with the reassurance that the blond was nothing to be afraid of, he was probably in even worse shape than Dark himself.
In my dreams, we die. (Locked away)
With this blood and this knife.
In my dreams, we die. (Locked away)
With this blood and this knife, now.
The golden locks tilted an almost insignificant sign that the seraph had heard him. "…" Dark strained to here what the hunter had murmured. "What did you say?" He inquired loudly, frowning as his voice echoed around them in their void of nothingness. White wings tainted with sanguine paint fluttered in agitation.
I know it's all just a bad dream now.
So now midnight's here.
You're all alone.
They use this fear.
It's all just a bad dream.
And I can't seem to...
Wake up from this.
"Do you know what you've done…..stuck in this dreaded never-ending void once more…." The mutterings reached his ears; the tone of which it was spoken was hoarse, and fleeting. It was worse then any of the velveteen threats brought forth before. The blood-stained clothing rustled as a marble face turned toward him. He could barely suppress a startled cry as he saw just how taut and absolutely haunted the normally smooth skin was now; amber orbs beseeched him silently, psychotically. A reminiscent of the old Krad, the innocent yet fiercely intelligent angel who had explored and relished his embrace.
Midnight's here.
You're all alone.
They use this fear.
It's all just a bad dream.
And I can't seem to...
Wake up from this.
"You said you'd protect me." Dark's mouth opened as he tried to reply, finding that his throat had gone dry and his mind blank. "Liar." The seraphic being whipped around, ignoring the slight stumble that accompanied this movement, the thief longed to reach out and cradle the angel like a child. He could scarcely remind himself that this supposed innocent had murdered until he had lost his tattered sanity and began to crave the beautiful bloodshed.
A big mistake.
In my dreams, we die.
With this blood and this knife.
In my dreams, we die.
With this blood and this knife now.
"You know I actually- really believed you those first years of our false life." Krad continued his glassy gaze boring into the thief's bloodshot eyes that were glazed with a wet shine. He paused before his ex-lover, slipping into a slouched kneel. At this proximity Dark was given a horribly accurate view of what exactly he had done in the heat of battle. Black feathers as sharp as daggers lay embedded in the blood stained shoulders and chest, the fabric creating a terrible friction against pale skin with each and every move the angel made, perhaps this was Krad's own form of torture, especially for his former guardian and now enemy.
I know it's all just a bad dream now.
(I know it's all just a bad dream now.)
It's all just a bad dream now.
(I know it's all just a bad dream now.)
It's all just a bad dream now.
(I know it's all just a bad dream now.)
I say...
"But you didn't help me…you left when my masters locked me away, 'I can't darling you know I can't' you lied." Krad's voice deepened into a mockery of his counter part, reenacting that dreadful day the old Krad disappeared, abandoned by his very own-self. "Perhaps I would have forgiven you, but I found that you run to a woman, a mortal woman, and fell in love…." He trailed off his head turning to stare out into the bleak surroundings. Dark shook his head in denial. "No! I would always come back to you, I would have loved you as well, HELL I LOVE YOU EVEN NOW!" His stomach churned as his tone rose into hysterical plead.
This is the last time,
That I'll ever get to see your face alive.
They found you covered up in blood,
Covered head to toe in blood.
And I know that every day's a new day.
And my dreams will never die.
They found you covered up in blood,
Covered head to toe in blood.
"Deceitful you are my enemy, or are you so pitiful that you actually consider yourself honest." Feline-like gems scrutinized him mercilessly. Dark reached out with a strength he hadn't known he had and slapped the angel harshly. He scrambled to his feet ready to set the blond straight, rage spreading through his limbs, dulling the pain. However, he sobered quickly when he saw the blood which streamed from the angel's fallen physique. "God, Krad I'm sorry-I-" He leaned down to help him.
She said live young and leave a wake of beauty.
That's all I ever could have asked,
Should have asked from you.
And I won't forget to write you,
When I get there soon.
'Cause you'll be lying dead from dreaming (nightmares).
"No, you're not, it felt good didn't it?" Dark recoiled immediately as the blond gave him a grisly smile, blood dripping from his busted lip and gums, a canine slightly cracked by the brutal force of the hit. He averted his eyes from the scene, horrified by the glint of pleasure in the angel's deprived soul. He flinched as a soft ungloved hand caressed his face soothingly, coaxing it toward its owner. Krad heaved himself up using the darker being's leather shirt as leverage.
So now midnight's here.
You're all alone.
They use this fear.
It's all just a bad dream.
And I can't seem to...
Wake up from this.
"Do it again, hurt me my world, I was the side of the black wings created for your pain." He purred, the other hand grasping Dark's wrist in a harsh embrace. Dark shook with indecision part of him wanting to give in to the temptation of beating sense into the pretty blond head of his, the other resisting the cruel appeal of which the angel beckoned. A knee slipped between his thighs, lurching upward violently.
Midnight's here.
You're all alone.
They use this fear.
It's all just a bad dream.
And I can't seem to...
Wake up from this.
Reflexively Dark curled into himself his fist darting forward to catch the cackling curse in the stomach. He snarled as Krad groaned in agony –or pleasure he couldn't quite tell- and fell along with him, into a undignified heap. "Y-you see now, it's beautiful, so beautiful." Dark covered his ears trying to escape his other-self's insane ramblings. Gold flooded his vision as he was dragged onto the damaged artwork, who panted up at him, feral. "Come on Mousey; put me out of my misery." He whispered dragging his broken nail across Dark's bleeding chest.
Midnight's here.
You're all alone.
They use this fear.
It's all just a bad dream.
And I can't seem to...
Wake up from this nightmare.
Dark gave a desperate cry and struck out, slamming his knee into the other's ribs, sobs escalating over his counter-part's muted screams, his hands left his ears to fasten around a slender throat. "SHUT UP! SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!" He howled tightening his grip he felt the strangled breathes squeeze through the column of milky white. He clenched his eyes shut until finally; the being beneath him fell limp. Only then did he dare peer down at his angel.
He stayed frozen for a moment as the blue tinted and bruised face of his once lover grinned up at him, lips contorted into an animalistic sneer. He vaguely felt his fingers search for a pulse and find none, distantly heard himself plead with the corpse, to come back, to fight him, to yell at him for imagining such a stupid thing, to throw things at him because of what he did, not this never did he wish for this…
Tears bleared his vision as he slumped onto the corpse of his angel, the darkness of unconsciousness creeping into his mind, or maybe it was just the void in which he was encased, all he knew was that he was alone, without the only being that had always been with him…
"And that mousey is beauty…"
Creepy huh? Me and Animeprotector agreed the other ending was a bit too fluffy, but hey if you want the other one then that's fine, thanx to:BeautifulxxFilth, AoiYume-sama, Stormshadow13, & moose for the reveiws! Oh, and I don't own DN Angel or the song!