Warning: This story is as A/U
as it gets. If you don't like that, SeiUsa romances,
and a life after the Stars Saga, don’t read on!
Here a small summary, so you
lot won't be completely lost ;-) : Chaos defeated
and gone, Usagi and her friends settle down to their normal lives at last. But
tragedy strikes once more, leaving Usagi not only utterly alone, but also
immortal. The Gates of Time now unguarded, strange things start to happen,
parallel universes overlapping, the forces of time jumbled. Bruised and broken,
Usagi has to learn to get on alone, damned to eternity, fighting the new enemy
that has come upon
You like? Then read on, my
dears!
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"Bloodstained Angel" Chapter One
by Greta
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"Cheers," she said,
raising the clear bottle of whiskey to the sky, leaning back against the rough
trunk of a tree. Overlooking the city she had been protecting for far too long
now in her opinion, she sighed once, uncapping the bottle slowly before taking
a large swallow of the clear liquid, being so used to its taste, she barely
felt the fiery trail it left as it ran down her throat.
She felt the need of getting
drunk tonight, very, very drunk. Not only up to the point of feeling stoned and
plastered, no, today she needed to go further, much further. She wanted to
reach the sweet point of no return, where she could at last forget her mind and
body, and let herself fall back into the open arms of the sought-after unconsciousness,
no thoughts or dreams to disturb her for a few precious hours.
Closing her eyes while
raising the glass bottle once more to her crimson-red lips, she could feel her
thoughts wander, wander off exactly to the place where she didn't want them,
didn’t need them. One of the few parts of her mind she couldn’t control as she
wanted to, couldn’t shut away to darker corners of her memory.
Today was the anniversary,
and today it wasn’t just any anniversary either. Not even she could deny this.
The anniversary of a day so
long ago in the past, it seemed strange to her that she could still recall it
exactly as it had been.
Her head leaning back
heavily, her eyes shut for a moment and her pale fingers lead the bottle of
alcohol to rest beside her.
She could remember it all. The
cool air of the morning that had chilled her to the spine, letting goose bumps
rise on her slender limbs, menacing clouds marring the light blue sky, as she
watched the day progress from her room, never once realising it would be the
last time she did so.
Whenever she saw a glance of
the rising sun nowadays, images of blood slowly spreading came up in her head,
marring everything that might be wonderful about it. She had used to love the
sun spilling on a glorious day, its warm rays reaching her very core. But that
was no more.
Digging her nails into her
palm, she forced herself to open her eyes, draining the whiskey faster, not
being able to wait for the glorious release, even if it would only be for a
short time.
"One hundred
years," she whispered slowly to herself, her body torn in two, as the one
part of it kept trying to keep all pain as far away as possible, while the
other savoured slowly torturing her soul. Scrunching up her forehead in
thought, she tried to think of how old that made her now, laughing silently as
she realized that the years were getting hard to count now.
"I guess you've turned
old, girl," she continued talking to herself, only the inky silence of the
night there to keep her company, just the way she liked it.
The bright lights of
Lifting her eyes from the
city that had brought her so much pain to the stars above, she grimaced at the
moon hanging innocently in the sky, bright and full. It seemed to mock her in
its peacefulness once again, having stayed behind in a happier time. Oh,
how she hated looking up at the moon. It never did her any good, the good
memories it brought up in her making her as furious as the bad. "Fuck
you," she muttered, her lips at the bottle once more, her swallows of
whiskey becoming larger.
"I think it's time for a
toast," she mumbled, sitting up straight. Her long and slender lags, clad
in black high-heeled leather boots, were hanging over the edge of the
narrow cobble-stone wall she was sitting on. It had already seen better days,
as it was slowly crumbling into dust. It was after all older than she was, which did mean something nowadays. The low wall had
been erected on an innocent-enough looking hill, which rose softly, only to
turn into a steep cliff unexpectedly and without warning, the only way to keep
people from stumbling over it blindly being the little wall she sat upon. Her
hands brushed the stone wind and weather had turned smooth and soft, before
raising herself to her feet.
There was no better view of
Crouching down slightly to
pick up the bottle holding her precious whiskey, before straightening once
more, she looked deep in thought, her silver hair swaying in the breeze as she
stood proudly upon the small ledge.
"To myself, these
bloodstained fingers, and my curse of eternity upon this hell,"
she whispered to the sky, raising the bottle clenched tightly in-between
her fingers up to the sky once more, before taking a large swallow of the
alcohol.
As if in silent answer, three
shooting stars crossed the sky she had toasted to, passing the moon.
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Well, please tell me
what you think! I’d really appreciate reviews.
Greta