Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Death and his Huntress ❯ There's nothing funny about death! ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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I was naïve.

That's how he got to me. I had never been touched the way he touched me, never kissed the way he kissed me. His darkness drew me in deeper and deeper. But he let me free to lick my wounds and start again. Well that would have to be the dumbest thing that he has ever done.

He might be the god of death, but I am the goddess. I rule over all the demons in hell. They challenge the mighty God, and I put them in their place. Shinigami wants me as his queen, but I am afraid being a hell ruler is a one-man job well in my case a one-woman job.

I sigh and set the book down. Glancing over at the clock as I run my fingers through my raven hair. It's midnight. I can't help but think that this is exactly like my life, what I'm reading in this book. It's like this woman Kristine Moon, lived the same life as me. She talks of falling in love with the god of death himself. Like my case, only I am not the ruler of Hell, and not by my standards naïve. I am a fighter and will die a fighter. I just can't understand why Shinigami picked me.

I'm not by any means a normal girl.

I am not like those Latin beauties that the books talk about. I am not a blonde hair blue eyes babe. Though eyes are blue, they are cornflower. I think it's a much prettier shade than regular. Groaning, I stand up from my desk and walk over to the window.

"I'm only seventeen. So why me Duo?" I ask the moon above me. It's been exactly two months since my last encounter with Death.

His words are still running through my head along with his caresses. After all my years of training, this is how easily I fall? It burns into my thoughts like a hot poker. My mother was killed to protect my family and my life. She too was a huntress. Only she was a gypsy, trained to be alluring and cunning, seductive and mystic.

She held the powers of the stars and moon in her hands, fighting till the day she died. My father was a German bounty hunter, also a half demon. I could feel hot liquid stinging my eyes as I thought on my past.

Before I was even created, my mother purified him so their child wouldn't be born with demon blood. Not that demon blood bothered my mother; my father wanted to be sure no evil ran through my veins.

My father, my papa, I could almost picture him in my head. Papa with his ice blue eyes, jet-black hair, how he always towered over me. His features always remained young and strong. You would think I would remember my father with a frown on his face, but that was something I rarely saw on him.

Ever since I was born, he always had a smile on his lips. He didn't look evil or tormenting. Papa loved what little he had. I can still remember how he smelt like cinnamon when I hugged him. Not blood, I reason. I used to think when I was younger that he may smell of blood. From all the creatures he'd slaughtered.

Connor was my father's name.

The Blood Bounty Hunter, that was his nickname. My mother did not fear his name or his title, just his power. She too was overcome by his strength, her weakness being her heart.

Many knew her as Selena, to me mother, but most as The Huntress.

I wish I could be as sweet as my mother, have the same heart I guess you could say. But I do not. I am colder, that's what happens when you've never been in love. But now, now I sort of know what it feels like…wait, am I saying that I'm in love with Shinigami?! The God of Death himself. Maybe I can be naïve about love, and just maybe it is love? But I haven't truly found that out yet?

Growling to myself, I turn away from my window and head towards my front door. I need out of this apartment. I need to breath! I grab my keys and lock the door behind me. I have to get out! I need fresh air!

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Outside is refreshing, as I smell the scent of pine and smile when the wind beats softly against my face. Before I realize it, I'm running. I'm running to where the wind is carrying me, where it whispers is my ear.

Swift on the heel thou shall come, it whispers, almost silently screaming for me to find where the voices lurk.

Secrets you need learn, it sings in unison with the wind, twirling its words into a hiss.

I am now completely confused, what secrets? "Where do I go?" I asked as the wind blows stronger. I can feel the presence of the dead. No, not vampires or zombies… I guess it's more like ancient spirits.

I can almost hear laughter.

Where the sun and moon play and the wild drink, now I'm completely confused. This voice that is beckoning me is so familiar. But it keeps speaking in riddles, with a native slur.

Every inch of my body freezes.

"Mother…" I whisper. That voice, that beautiful voice…I know it! I can't be wrong!

"I'm coming!" I scream, the numbness that once held me down was now gone and I was running toward a lake. The lake.

That is where she is leading me.

I feel like a helpless child, even weaker than that. I have so much hope that she'll be there, waiting for me. I can sense predators all around me, but I pay them no mind. My mother is out here! Oh, god please let her be there, I pray. My breath is caught in my throat as I come to a clearing. I squint my eyes my cornflower eyes to see what is in front of me.

Well, I'm definitely at a lake, I muse mentally. Every inch of my body it warm as I begin to walk slowly to the lake. I can see the fog and mist rising heavily from the small body of water, almost so slow its eerie. I lick my lips for moisture as soon as I get close enough to the dark, murky water.

The scent of pine is so strong it's making me dizzy, but I push that from my mind. I water it so, so…intriguing. My eyes narrow as I pear into the depth. I am looking at myself, in the reflection of the lake, but not seeing myself? I bend my knees into a crouch to exam it closer. It is still someone else, something else?

No, that can't be possible, I conclude. But still I press my knees into the mud and muck to get closer. Now I see this person clearer. She had dark hair, like my own, curling in waving spirals over her shoulders. My hair isn't curly, only slightly wavy. Surprisingly I can make out the color of her eyes, baby blue. My eyes are darker, they're cornflower.

"This is not me!" I whisper, my voice beginning to falter. "This is not me, this is not me at all!" I cry, lifting myself up and pulling away from the dark water.

That woman is my mother.

Her skin is darker, her hair shorter, her eyes lighter, and her heart stronger. I can feel the tears brimming at my eyes. "She is not me." I murmur, tilting my head towards the sky.

The crystal like droplets each fall from my eyes as I watch the moon.

"I am not you Selena! I am not strong enough to be like you!" I shout to the heavens, actually expecting an answer. I almost feel angry that the spirits brought me here. Why? To pick on me or shun me no doubt! My heart begins to thump in my chest as I become even more upset with them.

"I'm weak! I know spirits; you've proven yourself!"

"Useless child! You never listened! Never! You are shame to your seniors!"

Both my mother and my father shun me! But what have I ever done? I gave up my hopes of being normal years ago. I don't even want a normal life anymore. I don't want my parents to be disappointed in me and I don't want…I don't want…

"I don't want a bunch of dead old spirits trying to mess with my head!" I scream, hearing it echo through the secluded woods. The wind begins to blow again.

The whispering is louder now, and it's coming in waves of anger.

"We do not fool the foolish!" it chides, pushing against my skin. Way to add fuel to the fire, I growl mentally. They cannot mess with me anymore.

"Foolish, you're the ones who are dead, not me!"

Someone is behind these voices. These are not like they should be. Someone has put a spell or something on me. And they are doing it by using my mother's voice!

Now I am pissed beyond belief.

"Stop being disobedient!" beams a voice, much like my father's. This makes me almost hysterical. A demon dares set me against my memories of my parents? My parents!

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I scream again, feeling all the anger rush through my veins. My hair is whipping wildly in front of my face; the wind has become ravage. I know that I'm emitting large amounts of power, more than I can control. I hurt so badly, but I want to get even with this evil demon. I want them to pay for making me try to turn my back on mother and father.

"You dare use old gypsy chants to fool me!" I growl, tears still flowing from my eyes. "How dare you!" I cry, feeling my heart dropping further into my chest.

"How dare anyone use my past against me!"

The wind howls louder than before. I cringe and tense my leg muscles to hold my footing. Who is doing this? Why are they doing this? It feels like I'm in the middle of a tornado as the screaming wind rams hard into my body. I swear that I'm losing several lives in this furious attack. "Stop!" I shout. Nothing, the angry demon's power blows harder.

Suddenly, I can hear sweet laughs echoing in my ears, a little child laugh. A girl's laugh. My heart stops instantly. I can feel pain like never before. A little girl…

"STOP!"

I scream it so loud, so strong. I want this pain to go away. Now I can't understand what is happening, I can feel my footing start to falter. My chest is heaving with heavy breaths and my whole body is aching from the pain. I now know that I should have controlled my anger. I was so unfocused and out of control that I lost almost all my energy and power. A wall of ice-cold pain sears through my body suddenly.

I can see everything happening in slow motion.

My footing is lost and the almighty wind is blowing me back, so far back. I can feel nothing for a moment. But then a wave of red, hot thrills in my whole body, down to my toes. Something in my back cracks and echoes in my head.

Trees.

I was thrown into a tree. Like it was nothing at all.

I watch the trees thrash wildly in the wind and the splashing of water from the lake. I feel the coldness of the night and smell the scent of pine, which earlier calmed my senses. And still, still that damned wind blows with no mercy.

Suddenly, it all stops.

I can see someone, or something walk through the darkness of the night. For some reason, my mind is crying for me to run or scream, to do something. My senses are running wild with fear. My entire body feels weak and numb. What is this thing doing to me?

He comes closer.

I can now see his features. He has a tall masculine frame with broad shoulders and muscled arms hidden in dark clothing. His face is pale with high cheekbones. The mans eyes are hidden by white silver bangs that fall in his face. I know this man is not human just by the feeling he gives off.

He's so strong, I gasp mentally. I hold my breath as he draws closer to me, kneeling down to see. I close my eyes and pray stupidly that he'll just blow away out of here like he came. Go scare some other chicks and leave me alone!

"But you are much more interesting." He says simply, his voice deem and dark. My eyes open quickly and stare him straight in the eye. Here I am, the Huntress, sprawled against a tree with broken ribs, no strength, and a demon diehard killer in front of me! Lovely mixture isn't it?

"What do you want?" I ask, pain searing through my body as I struggle to sit up.

He smiles darkly at me, his evil white fangs glistening in the moonlight. My eyes widen as I see the red glow emitting from his demon eyes, narrowing hungrily at me.

I want to scream.

I want to plea for help, I need to be away from him! Panic fills through my entire being as I continue to watch him. I watch him lean closer and closer to me. My stomach is tight, so tight I feel sick and my mind is in a terror haze. I can feel his power emitting over me, driving me to breaking point. "Ahh!" I cry as pushes against me, forcing more pain to jolt down my spine.

I know he's going to sink his fangs into me! I just know it! I'm going to die like a useless coward. I'm failing my mother, my father, my friends, and myself. Tears a trickling down my cheeks as I feel cold animalistic lips pressed roughly against my throat, ready to feed. I'm going to die!

Suddenly, two large and furious animal growls thunder behind me. My attacker freezes and looks up, his pupils dilating. He pulls away from me, much to my relief.

My mind is in so much turmoil. I don't even know what is going on.

I can hear screams and growls, hissing and curses. Or is it the wind? No, it can't be. I'm not too sure. I just know that I want to sleep. I want to sleep away the pain and confusion.

For some reason, everything is silent.

I can't hear the wind or the fighting. I can just see two sets of eyes…they seem so familiar. But I think I'll worry about it as soon as I wake up. Since sleep seems so wonderful right now. Yes, sleep. How I wish to sleep…

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Hilde awoke with a start.

Was it a dream? She asked herself. Perspiration damped her forehead and numbness froze her whole body as she tried to move. She looked down at her stomach. Her right ribcage was badly bruised and swollen. Groaning, she sat back in bed. "Nope, I'm not dead. Damn, and I was looking forward to it too." She mused aloud, sighing.

"That is not funny, Raven."

Hilde raised her brow and turned her head to the side. Standing a few feet away from her was an old friend. " Brigitte, long time no see. How's my favorite ex-doctor doing?" she mused happily. Brigitte laughed and set down the tray she was holding. She carefully chose some medicine and wrapping to use on Hilde.

"Can you sit up? Or does it hurt too much?" she asked, watching the raven carefully. Hilde rolled her eyes and sat up, she leaned her weight against the headboard of her bed. Brigitte lifted up her shirt to inspect. Gently, she ran her finger over the bruises, causing Hilde to suck in some air.

"That hurts!" she piped, her muscles tensing.

Brigitte's emerald eyes narrowed at the raven headed girl. She sighed and flicked strands of pale blonde hair from her shoulder. "This wound is infected. I do not know how on earth you managed to do something like this." She grumbled. Hilde laughed dryly and leaned her head back. She had met Brigitte about four years ago. Brigitte was Relena's most trusted doctor and friend. But once Relena left her home, for some reason, Brigitte gave up. She had come and traveled with Hilde for about a year, caring for her wounds when needed.

Now she only hears from Brigitte when she moves or when Hilde is hurt.

Brigitte looked her friend in the eye.

"Do you not have many questions? One would think you would, after all that has happened." She stated boldly, her voice ringing slightly in Hilde's ears. Hilde paused for a moment, confused once she thought back on the back night.

"Who brought me to you?" was the first thing that came to her mind.

Brigitte smiled and looked towards the window.

"Heero."

She whispered, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear. " Quatre came too. They saw that you were in trouble and they saved you. Then I was called." She explained, smiling weakly at Hilde. Numbness and anger seized Hilde's heart.

" I would have gladly accepted death. After all, someone has found out about my past. There was no way that those two beat that demon." Hilde mumbled, throwing her bed covers off of her. Brigitte began to protest, but she was silenced with a reassuring smile.

"I heal faster than normal people. You know that. One more hour of rest and my wounds will be bruises." She told her, her smile wavering.

Brigitte walked over to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Raven, those are not the wounds that I worry about. I worry about inner ones. "

Hilde turned her head to look at her friend, sighing.

"Those wounds old friend can never be healed. They lay with my memories." Hilde's voice sounded so cold and her eye showed so much pain. It made Brigitte want to hug the girl before her. As Hilde turned, deciding that she wanted away from this place, Brigitte spoke.

"You have to move on."

Hilde gasped to herself. More pain seared through her body. Moving on isn't an option, she concluded mentally. "I'm leaving. Thank you, Brigitte." She said, and then walked out her friend's door.

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Hilde lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She guessed that it had to be around two in the morning, but she really didn't care. The thought that was teasing her mind was about Heero and Quatre. They had saved her life. But why? They're past bonds had been broken with the fight they had, not to long ago.

Tonight was the first night that Hilde had ever actually bowed on knee and prayed to God. She prayed for him to wash away her sins, and to find his way back to her.

She wanted some one, the Holy Spirit or not. She wanted someone to comfort her. Hilde needed arms to run to, right now.

The pain hurt her so bad.

Ever since…ever since her parents died, she tried to accept her destiny. She tried so hard. She had known only two responsibilities back then…her destiny, and…and…oh God it hurts so badly!

Her past, to Hell with her past. As far as she was concerned, besides her parents, there was only one thing that mattered about it.

With that thought, Hilde fell asleep.

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Hey guys, ok I am done with this chapter. I shall tell no lies, the lemon you have been waiting for is coming up in the next chapter!