**=Flashback
Damned
Near's POV
I knew it was a long shot, but I had to try, if I hadn't done it, I would never find peace, although with the matter at hand, peace was the least of my concerns.
The skies were poured with a tint of orange and red as the sun began to set. It won't be too long now. As a last request, they allowed the my punishment to take place at the first sight of the evening star and in the prison premises. Some of the prisoners were led out to eyewitness the execution.
The headsman stood on my right with his arms crossed at his chest, the axe sharpened and ready to be put to good use very soon. Cold sweat matted my forehead, I tried to wipe them, only to be reminded of how my hands were secured behind me. More time passes mercilessly, the small crowd is growing impatiently, some of the prisoners chatting away. The fragility of my current situation and my slim chances is sinking in like heavy pounds of a hammer.
Is this what father felt when he was up on the platform, his neck resting on this icy cold slab? This fear, so immense, there are no words to describe it, only my body tells, with its shaking, trembling, sweating and the stinging tears. I knew I was the one who brought this on myself, but I had planned this perfectly. Had I made a fatal mistake somewhere? Was I too expectant?
Silence swept across as the evening star sparkled in the sky of blue and purple, along with it, the gentle moonlight. Somewhere far away, someone must be laughing at the irony. How can something so minuscule, a mere dot of white in the whole vastness of the sky, in all its romance, and yet, it leads to nothing but a dissatisfactory death.
My heart races, as they put the black cloth over my head, taking away my view of the heavy ever steady prison gates which lay closed almost always, unless to bring in a convict of some kind. Even at that moment, where the fear was so wonderfully gruesome, it would never cover the hate and anger I harbor. It's not fair, for my father, my mother, no one had any pity for them, and no one will have pity for me.
They say that people who die with hate get sent straight to hell, if that is so, I hope that when I get there, I won't have to wait too long to see him again.
**
"Guilty"
I could not decipher how the jury decided on their verdict. How could a man, kind and gentle, murder, no slaughter his dutiful and ever loyal wife? It made no sense and no lawyer will ever be able to defend what they had done with their call.
My father, he was but a simple farmer, trying to get by, he worked hard, he loved and cared for us, he did everything to keep us happy. But alas, he was not an intelligent man, he could not pick up the scent of danger lurking into his home, he could not recognize that man's intentions, could not identify the advances he made, until it was too late.
So when they brought my father to court, the broken man he was, he fell silent. Silence equals guilty, that must have been what they decided upon. Of course, it had to be my father. How could it be the nobleman? How could something so unreasonably ugly, done to such a lovely lady, how could it be the man in the suit? Of course, it had to be the farmer, and his tools, his pitchfork.
My mother, another simple farmer, an ordinary, no lower than that, a peasant. What could a nobleman want with her? My mother, who despite all the hard labor, was blessed with the unusual beauty of an aristocrat, a queen even.
Her fair hair and fairer skin, her lively eyes, her lips. Her petite frame. Her honey voice. Her contented smile. Her blood, splattered across the yard, pooling underneath her motionless corpse. Her discombobulated screams turning into weeping silence. Her bones disjointed, distorted. Her skin skinned, and decorated with black, blue, read, green. Her slender fingers, one in the bedroom, one at the door, one in the grass, one choked down her throat, one in my hands. Her dead, empty eyes staring back at me. Her pleasant living and her explicit death. Her everything, her nothing.
**
He took everything from me, my father, my mother, my home and my sanity, there is only one thing left, vengeance.
"Catch me if you can," He dares me, and gives a smile, eyes igniting a red, and black piercing out of his pallid skin. Monster.
"MONSTER!" Someone shouts.
"Kill it! KILL IT!!"
**
There was no hope left, I couldn't catch him. He was too fast, too far.
I lay flat on the grass, heaving and panting. Burning tears rolling down my cheeks. I'm sorry, father, mother, I couldn't do it.
And then I heard it.
Howling.
The cloth was tugged off my head roughly, I blinked a few times, clearing the blurry images. Gold was everywhere. It was huge, or maybe I just haven't been this close before. Tentatively, I reached a hand up to stroke the fur out of its eye, those blue, I'd know them anywhere, even on a seven foot demon dog. It made no move, no sound, just gazing down on me, searching for something, but he won't ever find what he's looking for, the truth.
I rolled over, my tied up hands getting painful. Another tough tug, and the ropes where off. I place my back against the grass again, it still stood four paws over me, seeming lost and confuse.
Then it began to shake its fur and I watched as all the gold started floating off its body, up into the sky and slowly vanishing with sparks like stardust. If it was anyone else, they would have been awed at the sight, but not me.
"Are you alright?" I nodded, faking a smile.
It's almost too easy, lying, cheating, after everything I've been through. I don't care what I have to risk, to lose. I don't care how low I sink. I don't care about falling, as long as I drag him down with me.
"I love you," I said with a smile, leaning forward for a kiss. He tensed, trying to break away, but I held a strong grip on his arms. Deepening the kiss, he finally returned it and ease into the feeling. Quickly working my fingers down the buttons, I slipped my shirt off.
The blonde seemed to snapped at this, and pulled away abruptly, this time I didn't manage to grab him. "I-I can't" He muttered, body shaking.
"I trust you" I lied naturally, moving over to straddle him. For a moment, I almost felt sorry for the poor guy. But it had to be done, intimacy was the only way for this to work, that's why my mother was killed right after and why I was never touched. It wasn't like Mello was such a good and honorable man anyway, although it was me who fake those charges against him, I'm sure that he has done things in his past that deserves some sort of chastisement.
Despite some protest, I knew he'd give in. I felt repulsed at myself when he penetrated me, but I forced myself to moan and call his name nonetheless. As a farmer's son, I didn't really have the chance, but if I did, I'd probably make a fine actor.
"Near!" He called and I felt the strange sensation of his orgasm in me, our seeds all over each other. I have to applaud myself, in spite of being a virgin, I think I did pretty well.
Mello fell asleep after that, for which I am grateful of. Now it's time to see if it works. Not really knowing what to do, I stared up at the moon in the dawning sky, focusing on my breathing and just trying to somehow connect with the light.
After a long time, disappointment and failure starts presenting itself. I sighed, noting that it came out a lot louder. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and it felt like I could see everything. The smell, the sounds, everything so fantastically vivid. I looked down, realizing I was already on all fours, although it felt like I was still on two. The pristine white fur all over was a dead giveaway.
I smiled. Finally.
"Near" I turned abruptly, the blonde rolled to his side, snoring a little, probably dreaming of us together.
'I'm sorry, but thank you' I said inwardly to him. Frankly, I really did felt something for him, damn me if he must, but it had to be done, for my father, my mother, for myself.
Goodbye.
I know some people might want to kill me right now for leaving the story like this...but I'm running off to college soon...so XP...There should be a sequal after this...but I don't have the time to write it...you guys can just imagine how Mello and Near finally gets together....I'm truly sorry....don't hate me...XP....I promise to continue this when I can...pinky swear...