Chapter Four: Lust
The dream was pretty normal at first. It was a warm, fuzzy memory from that morning.
Aqua had dragged him, almost unwillingly to the lobby. But when he got there, he saw, with a start, who was there. His parents.
But the dream took a darker turn. Xehanort was there, smirking at the raven-haired boy. "Vanitas. Join me. Together we can create the X-blade."
Vanitas backed away nervously, but then he felt something stir in his heart. It wasn't the pain from darkness. It was fire. Anger flooded his veins, filling every inch of his soul... with bloodlust. With an inhuman cry, Vanitas leapt upon the old man, wrapping his hands around the dark-man's neck, digging choppily cut fingernails into his skin. Blood ran out, covering the tips of his fingers with the red liquid.
Vanitas laughed maniacally as he dug deeper, drawing out more and more blood. He heard loud shrieks from multiple people, but that just drove him to rake his hands down, breaking the skin in ten neat rows, letting more blood spill, filling an almost unquenchable thirst for blood. He let out yet another laugh.
"...itas! Vanitas! Vanitas! Wake up!" He suddenly felt strong arms grab him and lift him above the ground. And so, Vanitas opened his eyes. It was dim. The only light source was in the hallway, and even that was dim. Standing in the doorway were Ansem and Eraqus, the two doctors, and he could easily tell that the one holding him was Saïx.
And then he noticed the two on the bed. One was Olette, who was cradling Aqua. The water-girl. His water-girl. The thought shocked him, but he didn't act. He noticed then that she was crying. He was going to speak up; he was about to, but he noticed something else: ten lines going down her usually pale neck, dark blotches of red covering them and running down unbroken skin.
His stomach began to turn and twist, he was going to be sick. No... He thought, not again! At the unspoken command from Eraqus, Saïx dropped him. The first thing Vanitas did was raise his hands to his face. The fingernails were stained deep, red running down his hands. He looked back at Aqua; she looked back, eyes full of pain, disbelief, betrayal.
As they left his room, Vanitas reached out to Aqua. If only he could apologize, maybe... She shied away from his touch.
They left him alone in the dark room, leaving Saïx outside the door just in case. But Vanitas knew. Aqua would never look at him the same way; she would never let him near.
His bloodlust had ruined his water-girl.
Destiny: I don't do angst much, but I saw it sadly necessary. Onto reviews!
St. Iggy the Pyro: Yay! It's working! And as you can see, he saw his parents again, so don't worry. I hope this satisfied you.
Aqua: So, is it the end?
Destiny: Do you think it is the end?
Vanitas: (angsty) Yes.
Destiny: *facepalm* Of course not! Sheesh, what an idiot!
Axel: Review, got it memorized? Because I'll have a fairly large role next time!