AN: Hello everyone I hope you enjoy this chapter, you've no idea how great it feels to hear you guys review. So thank you Passer, and Dragonfly999. And to everyone else that added this story to your alert/favorites list. Thank you! So I'm going to stop talking now and let you enjoy this chapter. It's slightly longer than the first.

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for·lorn (fr-lôrn, fôr-)

adj.

1.

a. Appearing sad or lonely because deserted or abandoned.

b. Forsaken or deprived: forlorn of all hope.

2. Wretched or pitiful in appearance or condition: forlorn roadside shacks.

3. Nearly hopeless; desperate. See Synonyms at despondent.


Vincent Nightray felt his breath freeze as he looked upon the body strew upon cold marble floor. Her arms were spread like that of an eagle. The long tresses of auburn hair encircled her like silk sheets. Her fair skin shone within the dark Nightray Mansion like a beacon of light. An overwhelming warmth against the darkness.

Vincent felt the corners of his mouth tilt up in delight.

All these months Pandora has sat idle, mooning over the disappearance of Miss Reinsworth. And here she was seemingly dropped from the heavens right into his arms. Here was the key that he needed, the leverage her could use to obtain the key of Reinsworth household.

His outstretched hands bent to caress her skin, gently picking her up and cradling the soft body against his chest. She was exactly what he needed. She gave a soft murmur as she pressed herself closer to him.

Slowly her eyes opened, blinded by the bright lights emitting form the candles that surrounded her. Her eyes were vapid of anything that had once been the young woman that Vincent knew, she only stared blankly at where he stood, cloaked by the darkness.

"I see you are awake." His eyes flickered up to meet hers, trying to find anything of the girl that he used to know.

"Yes. What of it?" She murmured.

Vincent bit back a laugh, the Sharon he had known would have instantly recoiled at his mere presence. Sharon had disappeared sixteen months ago, yet she returned looking as though she had aged ten years. Her body had filled out to the body of a woman, yet that would mean only one thing.

Why all the better.

"Miss Sharon. What do you plan to do?"

"What do you mean Vincent. I plan to return to my friends." She paused, seeking the reason why she had spoke of her loved ones as though they were someone foreign.

Everything that had happened until that point. She cherish all those moments. So why did it feel empty? Like a stranger looking into a life that wasn't theirs.

Vincent kept silent, his eyes cold and calculating as he analyzed the expressions that flew across her face. The way she spoke. Without fear, yet also without warmth.

They were the words of a corpse.

His eyes span over her body, not matter what his conclusions Sharon Reinsworth is alive.

Then it struck him. It was as clear as day.

"The Will of Abyss turned you into a chain didn't she? Not only that but she took away your emotions. You can't feel a thing can you?"

Vincent let out a triumphant smirk as he watched her body shake in beat with the thudding of her heart. The tiny fragile hands reached up to touch her cheeks. She was cold. Simply cold, nothing else. No matter how she searched there seemed no way to call that part of her back.

The tears prickled at the edge of her eyes, unconsciously they slipped over her cheeks. She looked at her hands, pressing them to her face, looking at the tears. She couldn't understand what was happening.

Why was she crying.

Why was there nothing?

The Will of the Abyss had her way, she had taken away Sharon's everything and thrown back into a world where she couldn't belong. She was made into a creature that stood on the opposite of the battlefield. A person that would never feel any of the simple pleasures of living.

The Will of the Abyss had made her alone.

No one wants to be alone.

Vincent stepped towards her, his hand brushed aside her hair as he bent to whisper in her ear.

"You are nothing. You will be of no use to your friends. Sharon Reinsworth, tell me do you think any of them will welcome you back with open arms when they have learned of what you become. A bloodthirsty chain."

Seductively his warm breathed blew across her skin, in mockery of what she no longer could feel.

"Soon the bloodlust will begin, do you really hope to think that you'll be able to control yourself. Do you really think that you can control the animal that you have become? Those people that had originally honored you as the little lady of the Reinsworth house, they will all turn against you. Pandora would never let you live. A chain without a master, how long can you go without the taste of humans before Xerxes Break brings you down himself?"

Sharon didn't feel the venom in his words, but instead the honesty.

He was right there was nothing for her in this place. This was her curse.

"But of course there is another option."

Her eyes regarded him with distrust.

"Why on earth should I trust the man that had once attempted to kill me?"

Her sharp eyes pierced into him, despite everything logic still hasn't left her. And she saw no reason to even listen to the man's offer.

"Perhaps because I'm the only person that can keep you from murdering all those people that you used to call friends. Tell me, have you lost your senses that you would kill even those you used to claim to love?"

She kept silent after his words. She was powerless.

"Join me, be my chain and I will make sure to hide your existence. You'll at least be able to help your precious friends from behind enemy lines."

Vincent smiled as he watched her take his outstretched hand immediately.
But he would never see the turmoil in her eyes. In spite of everything she knew exactly what she was about to do. She no longer felt anything in her own betrayal. It would be fine if they hated her, if they all tried to kill her. She would at least be able to keep their memories alive.

On this earth, what else is there for her to do. Sharon accepted the deal without wavering. One thing was for sure she would do anything to keep Break safe. She couldn't explain it but there was still a faint longing within her to see Xerxes-nii again. Logically, she did this for the old Sharon, the girl that she was in her memories. The girl that she no longer knew. In the end all it is is memories.

All she could do was keep the memories alive of what that girl would have wanted.

And just maybe little by little she would be able to find again all those emotions.


Gilbert Nightray stared out at the rain that pattered down to the empty road ahead. His eyes followed each drop of water as it fell apart upon hitting the pavement. Each rain drop was a part of piece of memory and hope, shattering upon the hard surface. There was nothing he could do to keep them together.

Gil remembered what had kept him going after Oz's disappearance, the hope that if he just worked hard enough he would be able to attain raven. If he just tried harder he would be able to get his master again.

All these months he watched Xerxes Break fall apart at the seams. With nothing to pull him together again.

Each rain drop hit the floor, but unlike rain hope could never be put back together again. Gil's golden eyes followed the trail of water as the it flowed together to whole once more. Shattered memories can never be put back together.

Slowly he drew his frozen finger through the mousy locks of neglected hair, slowly closing his eyes to the soothing sound of rain. It was then that another hand caressed his cheek, the five o'clock shadow scratching against Oz's hand.

"Gil, what are you thinking about?"

Gil breathed out a small sigh, his hands catching Oz's and pressing it to his cheek. Somehow he wanted to feel his master's touch, the warmth letting him know that Oz was with him. And in spite of it all Gil felt a bit of relief. A pinch of guilt pulled at his smile.


"I was thinking about Break. About his voice. About that day."

"Please Gil. Please." Breaks voice shuddered as his skeleton like hands grabbed at Gil's shirt in desperation. His hollowed cheek shone ghostly in the moonlight.

"You understand Gil, you know what it was like. You know what it feels like to lose. To lose." His single red eye showed none of the old precision. None of the old mischief.

How could he?

A second time, the man had been forced to watch as the person he loved fade right before his eyes.
Gil knew that spark in Break's eyes. He bit his lip, stepping back from the deranged man.

"I can't you know I can't Break. I can't and I won't send you to Abyss."

Xerxes' eyes blazed with anger.

"I have to try Gil. I have to, Sharon she is my- my..." He trailed off, his voice cracking and hoarse.
Gil looked away unable to look into those eyes and know exactly the hopelessness in the man's eyes. He didn't want to see himself reflected in those pupils. All those years of pain and waiting. Yet there was simply no way.

"I can't let you do that Break. You'll never return." His spoke harshly.

"I though you would understand. I-I thought you of all people would know what it's like, to be so alone." The pale bone white hands seized the collar of his shirt. His hands tugged Gil forward, before pushing him into the wall.

"DAMMIT GIL! You of all people should know what it's like! I have to try. I just have to try." He shuddered, all the fire escaping his body. Break slumped over, his white hair covering his eye. He was just so defeated, knowing that she was there somewhere, but having no way to reach his lady. Gilbert closed his eyes, as he stood there, knowing full well the tears trailing down Xerxes' eyes. They would never speak of it.

It was their pain alone to bear.

"I'm sorry Break."


AN: I must say this is a rather abrupt ending, however there will be more to come. I know Break seems like a nutter right now (when hasn't he been?) that will be developed more later on. So please review! Thanks everyone!

Also I'm going to try to write a few one shots, if there are any ideas/pairing/ect. you would like me to write please message me.