Shadows Ch. 2 (Rated R-NC-17) Series [2/6]

[Lady Casper]

<center>Shadows
Dwindling Light of Hope
By: Lady Casper

Chapter Two</center>

Special Thanks: Leia Avenrose for betaing this one as well ^.^
AN: This is the second Addition of Shadows. Hope ya like. This chapter has a bit more info and also adds to the mystery. Let me know if you like.


?What the hell is going on?? Sally?s voice rose above the noise the ambulance made. She sat next to the unconscious Wufei still fading in and out of consciousness.

Quatre paled at the look of his condition his friend was in. He couldn?t believe Wufei, strong as he was, passed out like that for nothing.

Duo shifted in his seat, nervous and anxious to get the hell out of there. He filled Heero and Trowa in on what happened when he crossed upon the blonde laying in the black feathers, hidden from the world. Possibly left for dead from the sudden shock she seemed to have suffered. It was nearly two days since he had found her.

Contacting Heero was like trying to find Old Saint Nicholas. It just wasn?t going to happen. So under his own instincts, he took the Vice Foreign Minister under his care. He didn?t want to alarm anyone because he himself didn?t know what took place. She seemed unharmed minus a few scratches on her legs and hands. The small cut on her left hand was the only thing that needed tending to. Wrapping it in gauze, he felt for her pulse and knew she?d be okay if she just got some rest.

Heero and the others couldn?t agree with him. At least they couldn?t agree with him out loud, but they knew she needed it if anything and causing a stir would only cause more havoc on her poor body and mind.

Twiddling his fingers he couldn?t help but sigh. Not only was his close friend missing, but also he had no clue where she could be. The last he saw of her was before he left for work the other day. She was lying there helpless. The night when he had found her, she kept twisting and turning in her sleep violently, screaming that she needed light.

The only way he could calm her was place a caressing hand on her forehead and pet her head. He knew she?d been through hell, even before this (whatever this was) happened.

Sally?s voice snapped him back into reality. ?Duo, tell me what happened to him? He?s freezing cold and it?s 80-degrees outside.? Sally?s voice was soft but held so much worry that Duo felt his stomach quiver.

He didn?t know what happened to him. He didn?t know what happened to Relena. He didn?t even know what they were involved in or whether or not everyone (including himself) was in danger.

?I?I don?t know! I don?t know anything.? Duo collapsed his face in his hands in shame. He couldn?t help his friends and it was killing him.

Sally and Quatre both sympathized with the God of Death. They, too, had no idea what was going on with their friends and felt the sting of guilt wither then release in the pit of their guts.

They just hoped they would be all right; if anything stay alive.

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Heero sped down the freeway without even glancing in the rearview mirror at the chaos he caused by flying at the speed of light through every passing lane.

?This still doesn?t make any sense, Trowa. Who the hell is this Seraph?? Glancing from the corner of his eye, he saw the man thinking on the question. ?Well??

Trowa paused then spoke in the best logic he could. ?Along time ago, I believe it is past the middle Ages, or somewhere near it; there was a prophecy of a deity coming to life amongst the people.? The night started to steal away the sun?s last rays of light. Streetlamps started to come to life, glowing out an artificial glow.

?The people would praise the priests of their towns and villages, asking for the deity to show ?herself.? A woman seemed to be the description they had followed in the scriptures. It was said that deities can be born into the world, nourish it and then create life yet again before their own death. So naturally, because a woman could do those things they chose it to be a woman.?

Prussian eye?s narrowed at the road ahead of them. ?So what your saying is, some nut case who believed this bullshit is after a woman who he feels fits the descriptor.?

The passenger nodded. ?Yes, in fact, I have reason to believe the person they believe the deity to be is none other than Relena.?

Calloused hands tightened around the steering wheel, violently crushing the structure of the wheel.

?The Fallen Seraph seemed to be the most logical prophecy the people had and truly believed it.?

Gritting his teeth, Heero glanced back at the man. ?So who the hell do you think took Relena??

?I?m not quite sure yet. I have some leads, but I need more time to pull data on them.? Trowa looked at his list of names but would have jumped if he weren?t trained when Heero slammed his hand hard on the dashboard.

?Who knows what the hell that psycho could be doing to her and we still don?t know who it is.?

Trowa nodded but didn?t say anything. He could feel his friend?s pain. Looking over the list again, a name struck out the most?Dermail.

?Wait a damn minute. This can?t be right. I looked over the files and it says that Dermail had a grandson besides having Dorothy as a granddaughter.? Trowa stared into the glowing screen.

?What?? Heero grabbed the laptop, not giving a damn about the road and looked at a picture of the man whose name was passed down to him. ?Trowa, look at the date. He is dead. Child birth complications, he died as an infant.?

Trowa smirked. ?It?s false data.?

Heero blinked. ?Now you have my interest.?

Pointing at the line above the baby picture of the still infant, Trowa gave a ghost of a smile. ?This isn?t even an infant sized baby. This isn?t him. It was a set-up. How much do you want to bet he?s still alive??

Heero shrugged. ?What does that have to do with Relena and this crazed loon??

?Plenty.? Trowa received a glare. ?Dermail?s birth date is the exact as Relena?s. It seems the child was born an hour after Relena. Which means that they had and still have a bond. Or so this guy seems to think.?

?You?re confusing me.?

?You won?t be in a moment.? Trowa pulled up a document with the heading ?The Fallen of Seraph.?

?In the prophecy, the deity would be born a child of a mortal. This child would then have ?heavenly powers? that would be no match to the powers of evil. They called this deity a child of Light. Some say that there would be two children born on the same day. Both would have the same mark of the deity, but only one shall rule the powers that are bestowed upon the ?Fallen Seraph?.?

Heero almost hit another car when he mentioned that Relena was born the day the prophecy said the deity would be born.

?Heero, it?s simple. Dermail believes that he is the chosen one to rule the ?heavenly powers? and he feels threatened that Relena will take that away from him.? Trowa tried to get a better grip on Heero?s confusion.

?But ? Relena has no powers and neither does this idiot. It?s just a stupid legend.? Heero almost snorted. ?She is mortal just like everyone else.?

?As far as we know.? Trowa finished earning him another glare from the soldier driving.

?How do you know all this bullshit anyway?? An eyebrow quirked upward.

?Catherine.?

?Hn.?

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The ropes on her wrists cut deep into her skin. She could feel them start to go raw as she tugged harder on them.

?You cannot be freed like that, my young one. Your escape like last time will not be as easily now,? he breathed into the cold air.

Relena continued to struggle. The damn rope was tied around her wrists more than once and then pulled over the bed posters. ?When they find you, you?ll be a goner.? She seethed through clenched teeth; the sting becoming more than an ache.

?And who, if I may be so bold, are they?? The smug look made her skin crawl.

Relena narrowed her eyes at the man. ?Who are you?? It was the same man from the alley that she was sure of. Who he was although was still a mystery.

?Why you act as if I am a complete stranger.? He brushed a finger across her cheek; his gloved hand cold even through the cloth. ?You remember our meeting in the alleyway. You seemed so much more ? exhilarating then, and yet now you seem?what?s the word?dull prey this evening.?

She violently pulled her face away from his curious fingers. ?Bastard.?

?Tsh tsh. Now, Miss, I didn?t ask for such rude behavior.? The man sharply grabbed her chin; pulling her face to but a mere inches from his. ?You will do as I say. I am the master now. And who knows?? He checked both sides of Relena?s face ??I may even keep you for my pet.? Relena pulled her face from his grip; spitting in his face.

?Go to Hell.?

A hard hand crossed her face in an opened hand smack. Relena?s head flew back, hitting the headboard.

?Don?t test me. Your friends shall never save you. Be advised, if you wish to live, you?ll do as I say or face your true destined fate.? With a wicked smile that made her stomach turn and her blood boil, he left the massive bedroom. Leaving the princess unguarded and tied to a bed.

Relena huffed. Tears brewed, but she wouldn?t let them fall.

?I can?t let him win. I won?t.?

?How the hell am I going to get out of here?? Relena yanked the ropes again. The thick material only slightly loosened.


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?You have got to be kidding me.? Heero felt like a knife had stabbed him in the heart.

?No joke I?m afraid. In the prophecy, one of the chosen children must either kill or destroy the other?of course.? The nosticator?s face suddenly dropped from view.

?Or what?? Trowa?s eyebrow was raised at the woman?s sudden passion to be silent. He could sense Heero becoming more agitated by the seconds.

?Or the children must mate. Become one. No one really followed this story, especially if they were of the same sex. Although they never said they couldn?t just because they were the same sex, it?s just their old logic that?? The gray haired woman went off into her own logic when Heero?s fist slammed on the chestnut desk that she sat behind.

?Look, they are of the different sexes. What happens then?? A sweat drop slid down bridge of his nose. He wasn?t sure if he could handle anymore of this. The pale lightening in the randy shack place started to feel like a match coming closer to Heero?s skin; the more they spoke to the woman with a patch over her eye. He wasn?t sure to trust her. He didn?t even know whom she was when she came up to Trowa and him at the corner street. Trowa was observing a nice bit of information on the whereabouts of the Dermail?s estate when a small little old lady, gray hair meshing with the wrinkles on her forehead and that cat in her arms meowing, walked up to the taller man and said, ?You seek the Fallen Seraph, do ye??

The comment had reached Heero?s ears and soon enough he and Trowa walked off; trailing behind the 4-foot woman. Now they sat in front of her as she let her fingers touch a piece of cloth that had been touched by Relena?s fingers the night before she was kidnapped.

?Heero, why are you still carrying that handkerchief?? Trowa seemed to love getting Heero in a tight corner with a simple question. Simple question, except when dealing with a young blonde diplomat that made his heart skip more than a few beats. Tan cheeks grew red as Heero shifted in his seat.

?Because, so I can blow my nose. Is that an issue??

?With blood on it? Relena cut her palm, if I?m not mistaken, and you used that to clean the blood up. Isn?t that unsanitary?? Trowa watched as Heero shifted in his seat again. His fingers started to mess with the rim of his button down shirt.

?I haven?t had the time to wash it, that?s all.?

Trowa nodded. He knew better but it was fun to see Heero, Mr. Perfect Soldier, squirm in his seat from time to time. It was enough for Heero to pull his gun on the man sitting right beside him, but he didn?t have time to worry of his friend?s trickery. He had to find Relena.

?Or he is just obsessed with her.? The old lady?s voice cut in before she sipped her tea.

?I am not obsessed.? Heero glared at the woman but she didn?t shrink; merely smirked at his reaction.

Sighing, Heero had handed the cloth over; the woman?s eyes narrowed at the cloth as soon as it had touched her scrawny fingers.

Now, sweat started to bead on the woman?s brow. Her breathing became raged; the two men thought she was having a heart attack until she calmly placed the cloth down and gripped her teacup firmly.

?Young man, I can tell you; you have much doubt in the prophecy of the Fallen Seraph, but with this I will tell you now. The owner of this cloth is very much the same one who shall be given the ?heavenly powers.? She is the one in the same. The blood that runs through her veins; her skin; her smell; they are all by far the heavenly features.? Heero, stunned by the woman?s words, tried to mouth that he couldn?t believe her but only sighed a gasp.

?Just as I thought.? Trowa pulled his fingers to his chin. He just couldn?t really establish in his mind that his friend could be an actual angel.

?So,? the woman pulled a sip from the cup through her cracked lips, ?I?d advise you to find her and bring her here so I may show her how to use those powers of hers.?

Both men nodded.

?Did you pick up any type of signal that might lead us to Relena?? Trowa asked, leaning into the table.

The woman thought for a moment; her brow twisting in riddles of ideas. ?Yes. Two things. One; she is with the other child. Two; best to look over near a darkened place with waters surrounding it?I saw a dark room. Very dark. I could hear the ocean?s waves crashing. She is near water and it?s dark.? The woman smirked. ?You do the math.?

Both men thanked the woman and left, but only after they accepted her small rice balls she had made for them to eat.

Heero looked at it oddly before placing it in his jacket pocket and walked out the front door. Trowa watched as his companion?s figure slowly faded before turning around to the woman. He opened his mouth but was cut off before he could ask his question.

?Yes, it is he. He shall be the one for her. He just doesn?t know it yet. My advice ? throw both of them in a hotel room and lock the door.? She smirked before sipping her tea again.

Trowa matched her older smirk with his own youthful one and left through the same door as his friend did.

?Young people these days.? The old lady shook her head; silver hair flowed smoothly around her head.

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?She who wears the embodied crescent on her mid thigh shall be proclaimed The Fallen Seraph. She will seem mortal but also not. Her face will shine more then the average mortal who walks the earth. Her body will glimmer in the night and glisten in the sun. She shall be only merely flawed by the mortal blood that may run through her veins.?

The woman rocked back and forth in her seat, repeating over the prophecy the maiden will be in when the Fallen Seraph takes claim to her rightful place high in the clouds.

Her eyes seemed fazed out, almost in another world. She subconsciously blinked once every so often, but never turned her gaze from the balcony window that sat in front of her. The drapes had been pulled back; a view of the night sky was becoming visible. Stars dully danced in the midnight?s blanket.

He couldn?t stand the sight of her but had to bare it.

She was the only one who knew the Prophecy inside and out. Dameon Dermail hated the decrypted woman he called ?mother? sitting a few feet away from him, rocking back and forth. He flattened his back against the cold hard wooden wall. True, he did somewhat care for his mother?when he was younger. When he had heard of the prophecy, he nearly fell over unconscious. Why, and how, could he be cursed with such a thing? Why couldn?t he be normal?

At first he despised his heritage; despised everything that dealt with the blood running through his veins that made him different. Every night he would lie on his small bed, only being a small boy, staring at the ceiling but not really seeing the whiteness of it. He would feel himself in another world; hands caressing him on his forehead.

He would fall asleep to the imaginary caresses. As he got older he would start to speak to the hands. ?Who are you??

They would not answer him, but once when he was at the age of seventeen, a small kiss touched his lips His blood was lit on fire. It wasn?t the first time he was kissed. Not at all; he was very popular with the females in his school. But that kiss, meant and felt more than any other intimate feeling he ever felt in his life like the caresses at night.

Words unspoken told him to become the idol in the prophecy. He would take his throne and rid of any evildoers, letting the innocent walk the Earth freely.

That?s when he heard his father had been killed along side his grandfather in the outskirts of the Colony L2. He was shot down; his life taken; taken away from Dameon. Ever since that fateful day his father?s life was stolen away and his future happiness, Dameon vowed to get rid of the one who caused this. Relena Peacecraft.

If it weren?t for her, he would still be alive. But because she was the one ruling Romafellar at the time, his father and grandfather had to leave and personally handle the situation with Barge. If it weren?t for that tramp, his grandfather wouldn?t have dragged his son along with him to prove to the E.S.U.N. that he was still the leader they wanted and needed.

Now, as he leaned against the wall, he could see his mother never unlacing her glare at the sky of nothingness. He snorted. His mother; guardian and guider to his future. What a bunch of bullshit. The day his father died, his mother was present in the room with Queen Peacecraft and his cousin Dorothy Catalonia when the ship was engulfed in flames.

She stood in the corner; eyes glazed over with unshed tears. Then it all came crashing on her at once. Knees collapsed underneath of her, the limp body becoming the only decoration on the plush red carpets.

She woke the next week; anxiety taking a hold of her and not letting go of her memory or her sanity. She only said his father?s name once and after that she didn?t speak. A few months had passed, and Dameon was sitting on the other end of her large bed that sat in the center of the drudgery bedroom. He was reading to her a favorite of hers. When he glanced up toward her face, he saw no signs of improvement or decrease in health; he looked back at the book and continued to read when a few slurred words caught his attention permanently.

He wasn?t sure if he wanted to look up, afraid that his mind was playing tricks on his heart again. Slowly he lifted his gaze from the cr?me colored pages of the book to a pair of dark lavender eyes staring into his. He could swear now that he wasn?t breathing when he saw the horrid look on her face. Life had seeped out of her body and left her only as a hollow shell. A few weeks later, after she became mute, he heard her speak the words of the prophecy. Stunned, he started to listen, let them melt into his memory.

He almost became obsessed with knowing every detail of his destiny.


Taking time from working under his father?s passed title, he would return to a small private bunker. Training his body, his mind, and also his spirit. He would train in different arts of martial arts, physic abilities, anything he could get his hands on. He had to rid the girl that caused all of this. Dameon would rid himself of her plaguing face that brought memories of his father in the back of his mind.

Until it was a dreary day and Dameon was jogging down the road he usually took for his morning runs when he passed by a newsstand. He always knew it was there and once and awhile glance at the papers. Figuring something might peak his interest, he turned his head toward it; his feet caught the ground. A clump in his throat seemed to be the reason he wasn?t breathing. Her gorgeous and heinous face drifted on the front of the magazine.

Long golden hair cascaded down her face; her lips perked up in a sweet, genuine smile. Closing the forgotten mouth that had dropped from her picture, he ran to the magazine and snatched it from the tray it was laying on. Blue eyes stared back into his.

When was it that he didn?t notice her beauty? True, she was the cause, but maybe he could cause her the anguish she had caused him. The beauty of it. A damsel of peace tasting the riches of violence and pain from the one person she had taken peace from.

He smirked.

?Maybe I have better plans for you, lovely.? He clutched harder on the paper until the man behind the cart exclaimed if he ruined it he?d have to pay for it. Dameon looked back down on the front cover; digging in his pocket he pulled a five-dollar bill out, and slammed it on the wooden counter.

?Keep the change.?

With that he went back to his jogging; a smile on his face.

Now sitting there, he watched his mother rock back and forth, mumbling on and on about the description of the maiden. The way she shines in the sunlight and shimmers in the glow of the moon. Golden tresses that run down her face and back; her blue eyes piercing and holding so much depth you could drown in the cerulean pools.

He closed his eyes, seeing the vision of her flooding his mind. Ever since that day he saw her face on the magazine, whether it be realization, lust or just fate, he couldn?t get her off his mind since then.

He could honestly say he didn?t love her. Her beauty was amazing, but ?Relena? had stolen the only person he had ever truly loved from him. Never would he feel anything that intense to another. Not even to his own mother, which he felt she was to blame for his father?s death as well.

If she hadn?t pushed him into his grandfather?s ideals toward his father, he might still be alive and holding his son and encouraging him to do well today.

He hated his mother?even his father, for not listening to him. Dameon and his father both knew he wasn?t coming back. Just by the intensity going off between the Colonies and Earth, they weren?t surprised in the least that Relena?s own brother turned his back on the Earth.

He trusted no one.

Beauty from anything turned crimson betrayal for him. He couldn?t afford to trust another soul; he wouldn?t survive from another let down.

Pulling himself from the off-white colored wall, he started to retreat from the dreary room when her words caught him by surprise.

?She shall wipe you off this Earth. You do not stand a chance against her will to live.? He turned toward his mother. Anger stirred in his gut along with confusion and surprise.

?What did you say?? He briskly stomped toward his mother and placed both hands on the handles on both sides of her. ?Who? No one can destroy me. I am immortal.?

The spaced woman looked up from her reverie. ?Her love is unlimited. She shall have her love and her life. You shall not be involved.? With her last few words to her son, she passed out into his chest from exhaustion.

Dameon didn?t even glance down at his mother who now lay against him unconscious.

?She will destroy me; I don?t think so. I shall destroy her even before she gets the chance to get me. One way or another, I shall break her.? He smirked.

Pulling the limp woman from him, he picked her up and walked her to the adjoining room, which led to her dreary matching bedroom, with a small bed in the center. Nothing dressed the walls and no furnishings of a sanctuary showed in the room. It was merely a place to keep her out of his way.

He placed her head on the soft pillow, flowing blonde hair that almost looked white curved around her head. He pulled his body back up; looking down on the woman. ?For as long as I?ve known you, you have always been nothing more than a thorn in my side. So?why?? He brushed a piece of hair that had fallen into her closed lids. ?Why do I feel guilty for you? You are the one to blame for all of this.?

She didn?t move, he almost thought she wasn?t breathing if it weren?t for the faint breathless whisper of air coming from her white lips.

He stood there for only a moment more before turning his back on the bed and walked out of the room and closed the chamber doors.

?He?shall save her. The one with the will to live,? the whisper echoed in the dark room.

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?Tell me where my sister is,? Millardo barked at the silent pilot sitting by Wufei?s room.

?Keep it down, Zechs. This is a hospital.? Noin put a hand on the man?s shoulder, which seemed to calm him a little but not enough to get rid of the venom in his voice.

He wanted to throttle the pilot in front of him. He sat there with a scowl on his face but wouldn?t answer any of Zech?s questions. Just seemed to stare in space, not wanting to look at anything or anyone.

?Maxwell! Tell Me!? The lightening count?s voice rose again. ?Tell me where??

?I don?t know.? Duo?s voice was quiet. No one had ever seen him so hushed.

Millardo couldn?t help but fall back on his rage toward losing his sister. It wasn?t Duo?s fault. He did what anyone of them would have; tried to take care of her as best he could without worrying or upsetting anybody else.

Millardo knew how much Duo meant to Relena just as Heero meant so much to her. All the gundam pilots had a special place in her heart and so did they for her. Even Wufei, the chauvinistic man that practically hated everything about a woman, cared for her deeply even if he never shown it.

?Thank you. Thank you for protecting her as best you could.? Zech?s eyes fell to the ground. His anger shouldn?t be pointed at the person who tried to help her.

Zech?s looked up to see Duo grab his stomach and start to collapse in a fetal position on the ground. Tears streamed down his face, stinging the old paths of the ones he cried earlier. How could he have let this happen?

?Zechs?I?m sorry. I should have?I should have saved her?? Duo choked on each word that formed from his lips. He felt like shit. Pained by loosing not only the Princess of Peace or his best friend?s love, but also his own best friend.

He never would have thought that this could happen to someone so pure of heart. It wasn?t fair.

Noin stood next to Zechs while they watched as Duo groveled on the ground. She couldn?t help the tears that were starting to blur her vision. It was obvious they were all feeling pain from loosing Relena. They had no lead as to where she could be or even she was alive. With a maniac like that who knew what they would or could be doing to her?or what they had already done.

Noin shook her head, the black blue hair shimmered around her face, and it had been years since she last saw Relena. She knew the girl had grown stronger. She could handle it. Relena was, after all, a Peacecraft.

Glancing over toward her husband, Noin saw it. Saw the hidden pain that was pouring out of Zechs? eyes. He was crying, now kneeling down on one knee. And she couldn?t find herself to try and bring his spirits up. She couldn?t find the will to do this because she couldn?t find any bit of hope in her to share.

?She is Relena. She?ll make it.? Wufei?s voice came through the doorway. ?She?ll do it.? The man closed his eyes after staring at the ceiling listening to the trio in the hallway.

?With him by her side, nothing can stop her from living.? He smiled. Not a damn thing.

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The storm started to brew outside. Winds tossed and turned anything that could move all around the shoreline. Tides raced up against the crystal sand and slammed hard proving who was better and faster. Clouds started to form serpents in the sky, covering the newborn moon?s soft glow. Only the reflection of its glow seemed to pour through the haze.

The small bit of light shone down in one center of an island. Water thrashed against its walls, trying to flood the land. Rocks formed boulders, surrounding a small cabin. No one would have suspected it would be the cover of the mystery. The dove lay hidden underneath soot and water. Nothing can penetrate the force field of Mother Nature herself. The angel will lay hidden from mortals, lay hidden from heaven or hell.

Clouds shifted over the moon?s light again, stealing away any hope to find the moon?s princess. It became dark yet again. Lightening was the only thing lighting the sky until the Moon could out do the clouds?the darkness.

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Her breathing raged from trying to break free for so long. Blood started to flow down her wrists from where they were bound. Blonde streaks of hair meshed against her pale face, making her look of nothing of a heavenly being?and yet she was beautiful.

?Heero?? The whisper caught Relena off guard. She promised she wouldn?t beg for him. She wanted to beat this. What if he wasn?t around anymore? She would have to fend for herself. At least until the others found her?if.

Relena couldn?t help it this time. ?Heero, please, hurry.? Tears started to burn her already swollen eyes.

Pulling her knees up she placed her chin on her kneecaps as best she could while being tied up by the hands and laying on the bed.

?I?ll wait for you. Please, Heero.? Her numb lips caused the words to echo through the chamber. The sound of a door caught her attention but she wouldn?t move; she was too drained to even shift her head in the direction of the noise.

?I see you?ve made a mess of yourself.? A sigh followed by footsteps rang in her ears. ?Well I will just have to clean you up so you?ll look beautiful for the ceremony.?

Relena couldn?t help but look up now. ?Ceremony??

A woman with long red hair stood in front of her, clothes black and tight-fitted. Her eyes danced around the question she was asked. ?Of course. Your wedding.?

The woman untied Relena?s bloodied wrists. ?What wedding??

Before her question was answered, Relena sucked in air as the woman dabbed the wounds on her wrists with a cotton cloth she hadn?t known been there.

?Must have brought it with her. Someone sent her here.?

?HE sent you, didn?t he,? she spat quietly under her breath.

The woman, now sitting next to Relena on the bed, smirked. ?Actually I came on my own, but he had told me shortly after I?d arrived to check on things with you.?

Relena?s eyebrow rose. ?Things?? The woman nodded.

?Yes, things.? She placed gauze around the younger woman?s slender wrist.

?To see if I tried to escape or attempted suicide?? The red head with eyes that seemed to burn at the word escape looked dead at Relena before placing Relena?s hand back on her own.

?Yes ? and no. I was supposed to check on you, but also to find out some things.?

The young politician snorted. ?Well I?m not telling you anything about them, so you can just forget it. Bring on the torture; I?m not afraid of you or anyone else in on this.?

A soft cold hand came and brushed its fingers through Relena?s blonde tresses. Her eyes darted to the woman who was smiling at her; like a mother looking at her daughter with pride.

?I have no interest in the gundam pilots, nor do I care. I want to know something about you.? She placed another hand on Relena?s head, combing her fingers through her dirty blonde hair that had been meshed to her face.

Blue eyes slowly started to close, but Relena defiantly kept them open. ?I won?t tell you dirty secrets on the E.S.U.N. I?m not a rat, and I refuse to sink to that level.? Relena?s head started to bob backwards; she kept forcing her eyes to stay open. The last thing she needed was to fall asleep and become more vulnerable then she already was.

?Dear, I could care less about the whole world. What I want to know is something about you personally.? She brushed her long black painted nails through the sunlit hair.

The room started to blur, nothing seemed to stay in one place. Relena?s eyes started to close as she slowly fell into the woman behind her. When had she moved?

?What I want to know is?? she kept running her fingers through Relena?s hair, grazing her scalp ??are you of virginity??

Relena?s eyes shot open. ?What??

?I said, are you of virginity? Never had sex with a man?? Relena tried to sit up but the woman behind her pushed her back down, her head falling onto the woman?s lap.

Blue cerulean eyes rolled to the back of her head. ?Yes.?

A knock on the door made the woman holding the young diplomat?s head turn. ?Yes??

?It?s me.?

?Come in. She is asleep,? she chided, while she brushed a little more blonde hair out of the angelic face.

The massive doors swung open to show Dameon, dressed in black. A small glass filled half way with liquor swished as he walked into the room.

?Well?? he asked the woman.

?Yes. She is a virgin. The gundam pilot has not slept with her. It is quite a shame though. With her beauty and his roughness? you would think they had.?

?That?s enough, Kalli. I don?t want to hear that man mentioned here again.? A warning tone slithered in each word he spoke. Dameon walked over toward both women. ?She is mine now; no one shall have her but me.? He placed a soothing hand on her forehead, caressing her skin; she flinched.

?Dammit. Even as she sleeps she can sense me and turns away.? His urge to smack her was growing strong. He had to get away from her. ?Watch her. Make sure she keeps resting.? His wicked smirk crossed his lips. ?She?ll need it for tonight.?

He left the woman, Kalli, alone with the princess who continued to pet her head.

?Fear nothing from him, Princess. He may seem evil, but he is not.? She looked down on the sleeping form. The girl curled up against the woman as though she were her only comfort. Kalli smiled. ?It will be okay, do not fret.?

Picking up the girl?s head lightly, Kalli moved her onto a soft satin pillow. Pushing a layer of fallen hair that fell in Relena?s face once again, Kalli stood up and walked to the small fireplace that hadn?t been lit. The woman looked back at the sleeping form of the minister. She grabbed small logs and threw four into the fireplace, then grabbed a small matchbox and stroke one on the outside of the box and threw that also into the pile in the fireplace. The warm glow surfaced and started to warm the room.

?Goodnight for now, Princess. The night is not over.? She walked up to the sleeping maiden one last time before kissing her forehead.

?For I know you really are the Fallen Seraph. The chosen one that will lead us from hell.? Her eyes shimmered with crystals, her lips starting to tremble.

Freedom from Hell.

She placed the small quilt blanket over Relena and walked toward the doors.

?You are the only one who can save me now.? The doors creaked opened and then closed.

The asleep princess eyes fluttered a bit. ?Heero ? hurry, before it?s too late.?

~**~*~*~**~**~

The storm outside continued to brim outside. Lightening slammed against the waters that shifted back and forth.

The silent whisper from the maiden echoed into the night

~**~***~**~**

?Heero. Hurray before it?s too late.? Heero?s eyes sprang open, his body vaulted upward.

?Relena!? Heero knew that voice, he knew it was Relena herself calling him. Was she near him?

?Yes, Heero, that?s who we?re looking for. Had a nightmare?? Trowa glanced from looking over the steering wheel to his companion who had almost startled him if it weren?t for him being aware of everything.

His question didn?t seem to faze the man, it merely made him more?odd. Without a word, Heero sat there and store through the windshield of the car.

?She called to me, Trowa,? he finally said.

?Who, Relena?? the usually quieter man asked. ?That?s impossible.?

?It was her. I know it.? Prussian eyes glazed over as they shifted over toward the rocking tides beneath them. Trowa eyed him. Maybe it really was Relena. But how? She wasn?t even near them and Heero could still hear that?

?Wait a second.? Trowa?s own green eyes glazed, he knew the answer or at least partially.

?Relena, I?m coming. Hold on.? Heero?s eyes pierced through the glass of the window.

He would save her?no matter what.

Trowa?s mind tried to remember what it was that he had read, and then it clicked. The chosen one had a soul mate. One that could save The Fallen Seraph from the brink of death.

He glanced over toward Heero.

The Guardian.

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[Morrighan]

Ooh.... WOW. I am loving this like no other.

Can't wait to see more!!

[perfectpeach]

so gothicy! me likey!

[epyon]

aaaaawwwwwwwweeeeeeesssssome now its starting to make sense can't wait for the next

[AnShino]

It's very different. I do want more. I can't wait to see what happens!

[star fighter]

Ok, I'm not so confused anymore, but I'm still very anxious to know what's happening next Great work

[Lady Casper]

Hehe, first chapter was to confuse you. Second is to clear some points up but not entirely ^.^ Danka for the reviews everyone.

And I think your right peach, it does seem a bit gothicy, esp with the clothes Relena is wearing.

[kawaiiemogirl]

:O I like this, it's really different, I'll be looking forward to more chapters.

[Poodle_Pup69]

?How do you know all this bullshit anyway?? An eyebrow quirked upward.

?Catherine.?

?Hn.?

I just loved that part, you write so good that it all plays well in my mind it's awesome!
can't wait for more!!!

[Lady Casper]

Thank you very much. Hopefully the third chapter will be out soon ^.^