The fear paralyzed her heart.
She thought of all the movies she'd seen, where the main character did nothing to escape from danger, to evade his killer, but simply sat in horrified shock at the sudden change of events.
She thought of how silly that always seemed to her, how unrealistic.
Was it no logical that when faced with the threat of death, you would react?
Now she understood.
The fear tied her senses down into an unrecognizable knot, one that ended in the pit of her stomach. It froze the blood streaming through her veins until it seemed it didn't flow at all, quite the contrary, it felt as if her insides had turned to lead, weighing her down further than the floor, further than the boiling magma at the center of the Earth, into a place that had no name at all but was simply referred to as horror.
She wanted nothing more than to dig herself into Seto's arms until their spell broke through this haunting curse, taking the both of them to a safe haven where death just didn't exist.
Skyelaar began to chuckle once she picked up on Silver's terrified angst, her eyes gleaming the way they did when they had nothing but pure victory in mind.
She stood perfectly still, only inches away from Silver, scanning every fragment of her body like a hunter studying her prey, looking for an evident weakness.
The changes she had undergone made her almost unrecognizable, Silver noticed.
She possessed a height that made her look imposing and the way her slim body slivered with every step she took made her a fascinating thing to watch. Her golden hair and emerald eyes contrasted in an almost exotic way with her peachy skin. The fullness of her lips filled every word she pronounced with sensuality and the vicious toxins her eyes emanated made her look as dangerous as Silver knew she was.
Stunning.
Just the type of woman that she would deem deserving of a man like Seto.
"I finally found you, right where I thought you'd be." Skyelaar whispered, shattering the safety of their silence.
She took a few steps closer, her heels echoing in the hollow night. Her long nails gleamed in the moonlight like miniature blades hungry for fresh blood.
She carefully leaned down until she was only mere centimeters away from Silver's face, the smell of tobacco strong in her breath.
"Where you don't belong." Her voice growled, suddenly growing into a beastly roar as she took Silver's wrist in her cold hands, causing a horrified gasp to erupt from her lips.
The small portion of skin Skyleaar's hand touched had violently begun to glow, piercing the sick darkness and illuminating it with life again.
Silver felt the warmth immediately rush to her wrist as she watched her skin rapidly gain visibility again only to have it ripped from her the minute Skyelaar pulled back her hand.
"Why aren't you entirely dead yet? What's keeping you alive?" She shrieked full of desperation like an angry banshee, still staring at the fragment of skin on Silver's wrist.
Short gasps of air evaporated from her lips as she felt the trembling anxiousness rebound inside her heart and evoke only one shaky answer.
"The same thing that kept you alive." She barely breathed before summoning every ounce of braveness her heart contained and depositing it into fearless energy as she threw herself onto Skyelaar with all her might, involuntarily letting out an almighty roar.
Just as she had predicted, Skyelaar wasn't expecting the attack and gave into Silver's weight, crashing down loudly onto the small coffee table that sat in front of the couch.
Skyelaar screamed furiously as she reached out to shake Silver off, just as she had hoped she would do. In a matter of seconds her skin began to gleam again, filling the room with an almost divine glow and noise loud enough to wake exactly who Silver was expecting would do so.
Seto Kaiba.
As his body frantically tore through the night his icy moons raced to Mokuba before becoming absorbed in the scene unfolding in front of him, eyes widening at the sight of a gleaming Silver staring directly at him.
"Don't look at her!" Skyelaar screamed, so loud Kaiba felt his eardrums were on the verge of shattering.
She kicked and flailed her arms so violently that she successfully delivered a few blows to Silver, who groaned in triumphant agony upon realizing how easily her plan continued to play out. The more Skyelaar touched her, the longer she would stay visible, and she needed only a few sweet seconds to put in action the second and most important part of her plan.
"Kiss me!" She frantically pleaded towards Seto as she struggled to maintain Skyelaar pinned to the floor.
His mind raced around in circles, his heart tumbling down lower and lower into his stomach. How Silver had managed to come back or where she had gone in the first place was a mystery to him, all he knew was what he saw in front of him, a scared and desperate Silver asking for a simple kiss, begging for her life back.
For a fragment of a second his logic surrendered to his emotions, his mind placing itself back to the moment when he had intended to kiss Silver.
Why he had done it was still unclear to him, never had he felt a surge of passion so strong, so sudden. He blamed the tension the situation caused; surely any human being going through the fear of losing a loved one would have entered a state of weakness like he had.
Except it hadn't been the first time.
Since Silver forced herself into his life those moments of weakness had manifested themselves a lot more often and a lot stronger, making less and less sense every time.
He was convinced he never wanted to feel that surge again, at least not until he learned to master it, to control it, for emotions running loose without logic as a foundation only begun to construct a painful path towards self-destruction.
A small whimper fell from Silver's lips, her eyes still staring into his lost ones, tears crystalizing on the border of her gleaming eyes.
"Seto, please." She whispered through trembling lips, ones that gave away her crescent weakness.
Seto.
The way she pronounced it, the way it lubricated her lips, the way it shone through her eyes even when she wasn't talking, the way she used it when no one else did, it all drove him uncontrollably crazy, crazy enough to make a decision.
His legs propelled themselves towards the pair of girls, his heart racing fastaer than he ever knew it could, and for a momiment felt as if it were sitting on the edge of implosion.
He sat on his hands and knees only inches away from Silver, Skyelaar's deafening screams and demented contorsions invoking dawn. He slowly reached out his trembling hand toward Silver, the metallic taste of fear moistening his shaking lips.
Just as he was set to wrap his icy fingers around Silver's wrist, a hand grabbed on to his.
Skyelaar had managed to free one hand from Silver's weakening grasp and had used it to stop Seto from reaching the shining girl he so desperately wanted to free. Yet it wasn't the strength of Skyelaar's grasp that had stopped his attempt to save Silver, but the simple word that Skyelaar uttered from beneath a jaded smirk.
"Mokuba."
And with that Seto let his hand easily fall from Skyelaar's grasp, for she had obviously foreseen his reaction, and along with his, Silver's.
Her awaiting lips had widened to a surprised and disappointed gasp, her eyes desperately searching Seto's for mercy. He gave in to the imploring gaze and lowered his own, as if inside he were as torn as Skyelaar's next cry.
She skillfully raised her knee until it collided with Silver's ribcage, letting out every particle of breath inside the girl and weakening her grasp.
With a flick of her wrist, Skyelaar shoved Silver's body to the side until she heard a surrendering thud beside her.
A victorious cackle cracked through her venomous grin as Skyelaar eased her body up and made her way towards a fading Silver who was still fighting viciously to regain her breath.
With a mighty stomp she positioned Silver's thin wrist between her heel and the sole of her shoe, leaning her torso down close enough to mutter one last cry of victory to Silver.
"No honey, your love for him isn't keeping you alive." She seethed with bitter sweetness.
"It's only killing you."
With those hoarse final words she lifted her shoe and made her way towards Seto, confidence wrapping itself around her body.
As Silver's lungs fought for their life, her vanishing eyes blinked back burning tears, piercing through Seto's for one last time before fading into the rising sun.
I finaly finished another one! :D
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