Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Angel ( One-Shot )

I didn't write the song. the Lyrics are to Astral Sleep - Angel. If you really wanna hear the song, Look for it under Type O negative "Angel". someone mislabeled it. *shrugs*

He woke up late into the night, dark wine coloured eyes blinking open and glancing, partially lidded, to the little slit in the ebony sky that calls itself a moon.

He sighed and lifted his large palm to his face, rubbing it thoroughly to help alert him more, then pushed the long veil of red and white hair from his face, letting it fall behind his broad shoulders.

He dreamed again, he knew he did. But for the life of him, could he not remember the dream. All he knew was that she was in it.
A smile curled on his wide mouth at the thought of her, and he forgave her in passing, for infecting his psyche.

Pushing from the recliner chair, the pale man strode across the meagerly designed room, to his music collection.

It was quite the collection, with rack upon rack of cassette's, CD's and video tapes. Simply, he pulled a generic CD case from the shelf and opened it. Some hair fell over his shoulder and arm as he took the cd from its case, and the man tossed his angular head back to rid him of the burdensome thing. An exhale as he popped his CD player open and dropped the disk in, closing the machine soon after.
He pressed play.

Tossing the Case onto a nearby shelf, his eyes downcast themselves down to his feet. His brows furrow in thought.

Her. His reason for being. Funny, they've known each other for such a short while, and yet, she somehow touched him so profoundly.

He had never been a believer in Destiny, no. For he had lived too long to believe. Besides, his heightened senses told him that life was just a cosmic joke.

Still...Now. Now he had someone, someone who brought to him a reason.

Well, sort of had someone.

He yawned and stretched, arms above head, back arching, cracking. By chance he happened to turn his head to face the full length mirror. By nature, He was never reflected in the mirror, being a vampire, so his skin understandably crawled when he saw a figure in the surface. The creature of the night yelped suddenly, jumping on reflex and turning to where the image originated.

But nothing was there. He blinked a few times, arching a red brow. Again he craned his neck to face the mirror, and again, an image proudly displayed itself in the surface. He blinked again, and took note of a very relevant fact.

the image was of Her.
There she stood, in her shorter then he form, slender, but healthy looking. Her soft, unevenly cut hair framing her face and falling over her shoulders, accenting her plain, slightly oversized fuku, and form.

He faced forward, taking a step towards the mirror, a slight smile playing on his lips. Another step he took, moving in that fluid, staggery way of his, heading for the mirror.

Upon reaching the thing, he absently took note of the sound coming from his ever ironic stereo Quiet piano cords crichendo'ed from the speakers. He inhaled, letting his light, tenor voice echo with the dark, deep bass of the singers.

"I'm looking straight in the mirror of truth. I am not immortal, I've lost my youth.
maybe I see the hell, maybe the paradise. But one thing I surely know- that my spirit will be risen'"

He smiled slightly, his eyes looking into hers. She was right there!

The young looking man raised a hand to stroke her cheek, and his nails clicked as they hit the glass. His smile faded and he sighed, eyes slowly blinking.

"Angel I want to be with you so tell me what can I do?"

It was hard, nearly too much for him. Decades of being an apathetic creature of darkness, and to suddenly have so much emotion boiling inside him. The music suddenly picked up with heavy guitar, and as the music rose, so did this poor man's mindset. Clutching his free hand, he thrust out a fist to the wall near the mirror, cracking a hole into the plaster.

"My soul starts to burst. I'm going insane!" He tossed his head to the left, averting his eyes from the image, nuzzleing his nose and lips to his outstretched arm. large, sharp fangs gently raged across his own flesh, and his insides churned. "For I cannot feel the blood in my veins." The man exhaled, a slight sneer on his face, as he looked out his window, to the bright city out beyond his little hovel. what a Joke.

"I know I'm gonna die and the Light is all I see." He turned his crimson eyes to the mirror, and his gaze searched through a jungle of red and white strands of hair, past, to the mirror's surface. there she was, same as before, his little senshi of blood, and decay, and all things pale and good. "But still, looking in the mirror. it's Angel all I see. . ."

He smiled slightly at the image, and tilted his head, resting his cheek now, where his teeth once were. Softly he serenaded the chorus to the reflection, a contrast to the more plodding, loving, adoring bass's narration. "Angel only you could see,you are the one, you set me free. Angel only you could see,you are the one, you set me free."

He continued singing without much thought-"I see the sadness in your eyes. . ." Ahh, that lyric trigged something, his memories of her, how saddened she looked when he told her, that he was indeed dead. Her beautiful eyes furrowed and filled with a sorrow. He thought it was a rather remarkable thing. After all, he figured her to be far too proud to even acknowledge him, much less feel sorrow. He tilted his head, in that way he does, and with his hand that was skirting along the mirror, let his pale fingertips trace along her soft, high cheekbones. He could remember how she felt, how she smelled, how hungry her bloody breath made him. . .
"Now the love is in disguise. At the funeral you will be there. . .I will follow you. . ." He closed his eyes and lowered his head solemnly, letting the words and there meaning sink in. The lyrics, to him, were far more then just lyrics. They were a truth, a vow, a promise. He was her Tuxedo Sang. It was his life to protect her. "Everywhere." Was spoken out as an emphatic whisper, as he leaned in and down. . .as if to kiss the image full on the lips.

The blood coloured eyes of the singer opened, and his tall body suddenly sunk low, falling heavy on his knees. His hand on the image's cheek slid down the smooth reflective surface, nails squeaking along the glass audibly, until the hand came to a rest on her stomach.

"Angel I want to be with you." He could feel his hunched over shoulders heave as he inhaled and exhaled deeply, a habit he hadn't kicked even after he was converted into this ...thing. "So tell me what can I do? Angel."
He gritted his teeth and exhaled raggedly, falling on his hands and knees, and leaning into the mirror, eyes lidding to near slits as he opened his mouth, letting his long- Gene Simmons-esque tongue from his maw and gently ran it along the reflection's booted toes. "Angel only you could see, you are the one to set me free....Angel"

The song faded into nothing, with the last words being cyclically repeated. The vampire however, remained how he was, letting his eyes close fully, his adams apple dancing as he swallowed down saliva.

His mind began to buzz, as if he were dizzy, or high, and he curled into himself a moment before suddenly sitting upright. He was needed by her.

The tall man rose to his feet, grabbing a foot long, sharpened, silver cross, and holding it high. A flood of darkness swallowed the man up, and after a moment it receded, to reveal the man in a slitted top hat, leather, buckles, strips, wraps, and coat tails. He tossed the cross aside, and ran to his window, pushed it open with no apparent thought, and jumped.

From the apartment below, a little boy woke from his slumber. He was hot, and he moved to kick off his blankets. Without motive, he glanced out his window. The boy saw a dark figure jump from the window above him, and seemed to fly effortlessly into the dark sky above Tokyo. Streaming behind the man, like laces of spider silk, were melodious sounds. The Boy was smart, even in half sleep, and he formed coherency from the sounds.

"Angel I want to be with you so tell me what can I do?. . .Angel."
Mon Dec 09'02 2:00am