My Bloody Valentine
Chapter One
By: Firia
Slayers (c) TV Tokyo and some other people. The title comes from a WeiB song, which belongs to Koyasu and Project Weib. This story takes place after Slayers TRY.
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
~~ Hurt (Nine Inch Nails)
She struggled to pull her body up off the floor, but only managed to pull herself into a sitting position, leaning against a wall. She held up a shaking hand to her face, pushing her golden, blood-matted hair away from her eyes as she looked up at the two figures who stood above her. Her vision was blurred with blood and tears, and it was a struggle to stay conscious.
"We really shouldn't leave her alive, ne?" a familiar mocking tone asked his companion.
The other man said nothing, but nodded slightly.
"Do you want to do the honors or shall I?" The other voice took on an amused, eager tone.
Calling upon her final reserves of strength, she pulled herself to stand, and in a low growl spat out,
"Namagomi... you can't have him!" Her teeth bared, and her nails poised to claw his arrogant face. He opened his eyes and smirked at her. Before she took more than a few steps, however, an arm snaked out around her waist. She struggled vainly, before she was too tired to move.
"Yare, yare. Charming to the last, isn't she, Val-kun?" Xelloss sang out cheerfully and grinned at her. She could no longer stand the sight of him, and turned to lay her head against the other man's chest. Fresh tears poured out as she heard Valgarv's next words.
"Get out. I'll kill her."
Xelloss winked at him and replied, "As you like then. I'm sure you still remember the way to Juuou-sama's island, ne? Ja ne, Filia-chan!" He blew a kiss at Filia before fading into the shadows behind him.
She looked up with her liquid blue eyes into slit-pupiled golden ones that regarded her silently.
"V-Valteria..." She whispered. He stared at her, emotionless and replied,
"That's not my name."
She closed her eyes and sighed, "Good-bye, Valgarv..."
He closed his own eyes for a moment, savoring the waves of despair and pain she radiated before putting his hand up to her chest, and fired a beam of energy. The room glowed eerily white for a moment, before returning to darkness.
"Good-bye, Filia." Valgarv replied before dropping her lifeless body on the floor. He turned and started towards the door of the small house that he had called home for the past century. Before he reached the door, he glanced back at the broken body on the floor, and watched as blood silently oozed from the gaping hole in her chest and soaked into her once pale, pink dress and blonde hair. Slowly, he walked back to the middle of the small room and kneeled beside her body. He pushed the matted hair from her face and leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, before disappearing in a faint burst of light; his destination Wolf Pack Island.
Owari? Hell, no! To be continued...
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