Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Guardian of Love: The Origins ❯ The Rescue ( Chapter 1 )

Guardian of Love

The Origins

Chapter 1 - The Rescue

By Angel Love

Author's Notes: This goes back in time by a few thousand years to when Angel was a mortal, normal girl. This is also in her point of view since this is her story related to Seiya. The Sailor Scouts will be in this story but not for a few more chapters.

Warning: Violence and abuse.

Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own Sailor Moon, the Greek Gods or the characters I fashioned them after.

Angel's POV:

My given name is Angelita, as Rose's is Rosetta. But neither of us has been called that since we left Earth the first time. It reminds us too much of our origins and the pain that comes from that.

We were born in a time that women were sold like cattle, and treated even worse. We were meant to be seen and not heard. The prettier we were the higher the price our fathers got for us, for a man always loved a pretty doll to keep at home to show off to his friends. And the more money the man had the prettier his doll would be.

It was that fate that was supposed to befall upon my sister and me. My father delighted on how pretty his twin daughters had turned out to be, for we would bring him a lot of money, for even then we were a bit on the exotic side. Although he still resented us because of our gender. Our mother took daily beatings for that fact.

I can remember as child, I would be huddled with Rose in our small bed, listening to our father shouting at her for not giving birth to sons.

"Woman!" he would scream at her, "You are worthless!" He would slam her into walls. Then proceed to kick and punch her until she couldn't move. All the while, Rose would stroke my hair, whispering that everything would be okay.

Our mom got pregnant many times. But she could never carry to full term, because our father could never control his temper long enough. So time and time again, she would lie on the floor, having a miscarriage. And Rose and I would clean up her and the mess, disposing of the lifeless bodies of the unborn babies and hiding her from our father for a few days so she could recover.

I guess in some ways I envied those unborn babies. They would never have to see the horror that we saw. Never deal with the lewd comments or harsh beatings. They would never face the fear of not seeing the morning when we went to sleep at night, but at the same time wishing that it would never come.

We feared the day that my sister and I would be auctioned off. We knew that we would be separated and never see each other again. For there was no way that a man could understand our bond. They thought women were nothing but toys without emotions. To be played with when they pleased and then be abandoned on a shelf until they got ready to play with us again. And when the time came we were supposed to have a child, preferably a boy, for they could grow up and prosper in society.

I guess it was still amazing that I turned out to be a light-hearted kid. I lived each moment as if there wasn't another. I enjoyed everything, especially my sister. We went everywhere together. I depended on her. She was my everything.

I know that Rose feared for me. I was always laughing at some small thing and bringing attention to myself. She always tried to hush me. And she always tried to protect me from everything. She took more than one beating trying to hide me from our father.

But it was that attention that I drew to us that ended up saving us from our unwanted fates of slaves and catapulted us into a whole new direction.

We were sixteen when something happened that changed our lives. Our father had just informed us that we were sold. I was to go to Mercury to be a noble man's wife and Rose was to go to Pluto, also a noble man's wife, but he was a bit higher class than mine. We were to go that night, payment upon delivery.

I threw myself at our father's feet. "Please, don't do this to us," I begged him.

He looked down at me; pure contempt in his eyes, something akin to rage appeared there. He grabbed my hair and lifted me off the ground. "Do you dare defy me girl?" His voice bellowed, his breath that hit my face reeked of alcohol similar to today's brandy.

I could hear Rose whimpering behind me, or maybe it was my own whimpering. I'm not sure. All I know is that we were both very frightened.

Suddenly he put me down on my feet; I was so relieved that I didn't notice his sinister smile at first. But I saw it when I heard Rose gasp. He slid his hand almost gently down my cheek, sending shivers of discomfort down my spine. "So lovely," he sneered at me.

Then he reared back his hand and hit me square across the face, sending me flying into the wall. He started coming towards me, but Rose threw herself over my body. "Stop!" she screamed, her voice shaking with fright and desperation. "Don't hurt her!"

Our father stopped, threw back his head and laughed. A sound that left both of us shaking even more and would forever haunt us both. He grabbed Rose by the back of her hair, bringing her face up to his. His red eyes gleamed with something so indescribably disturbing. "Never," he hissed. "Never tell me what to do!" He threw her on the floor next to me and stalked out of the room. He stopped at the door and turned to look back at us. "I would have more fun with you," he sneered as his eyes meet mine. "But I'll get more money if you're pure." Then he left us alone, most than likely going off to release his male urges on our mother.

Soon Rose and I were sitting together on the cold wooden porch, holding on to each other for dear life. There were no more tears that either of us could cry. For we had already shed too many to count. So we just sat there holding onto each other.

I was staring out at the endless green hills, marveling at how pretty the earth looked. I didn't understand why it was so cruel and heartless. I had my head gently resting on Rose's shoulder, trying to believe all the soft comforting words that came out of her mouth, as she gently stroked my long blond hair. But I knew deep down that she didn't believe a word of it, she just wanted to make me feel better so she kept talking softly to me. So I twirled strands of her long black hair in my fingers and stared off in the distance, trying not to think about how much my cheek hurt or the fact that time was slipping away from us.

That was when I saw a feather float by. I was curious, for I had never seen one before. So I jumped up startling my sister, and chased after it, something calling me to it.

Rose cried out in alarm, fearful that I would get myself into trouble again. "Angelita, wait!" she called as she chased after me. "Stop, Angelita!"

I followed the feather up over the green hills behind our house, giggling at how it eluded my fingers, seemingly dancing around them, leading me further on, and leading me closer and closer to something or something. Rose was still chasing after me, calling for me to stop.

That was when I saw him. He was a tall man, his brown hair covering half of his face, but I could still see his intense emerald green eyes, no shirt was covering his well-muscled chest and abs, and large white wings at his back. He stood there at the top of a hill watching in amusement as I chased after the feather.

I stopped short, causing Rose to run right into me. "Angelita!" she yelled at me. "Why are you chasing after that thing? Do you know how much trouble we can get..." she trailed off as her eyes followed mine to the intense man.

His eyes twinkled as he took in our faces, for our jaws were slack and our eyes wide. "Hello," he called out, his voice soft and friendly, as he began to walk slowly towards us. "I see you found one of my feathers," he nodded towards my hands.

I looked down and to my amazement there sat the feather I had been chasing in the palm of my hand. I giggled as I ran my fingers over it. I had never felt anything so soft before. It captivated me for a brief moment. Its soft downiness soothing away some of the pain in my soul, letting me forget about my fastly approaching for a moment.

As he neared us, Rose stood in front of me defiantly, ready to take on this stranger. "You are not going to harm her," she hissed at him.

He mearly raised a brow at her, crossing his arms over his well-muscled chest. "And who are you?"

His eyes met mine over Rose's shoulder and my heart flipped over in my chest. "I am Angelita, and she is my twin, Rosetta," I answered, earning a glare from Rose.

The stranger looked us up and down, his eyes assessing us, taking in every detail, also making Rose twitch with anger and me a nervous wreck. There was something that appealed to me about this man, I didn't know what it was, and it was almost like he was a god. If I had only known the truth then, then again, if I had known the truth I probably would have past out or done something else entirely embarrassing.

He smiled a small smile at me when he was through looking us over. "You are exactly what I have been searching for," he said, his tone holding a husky note, causing me to blush brightly, unsure of what exactly he meant.

"It is too bad for that," Rose hissed out, moving closer to me still, her hair brushing against me in the small breeze.

"And why is that?" he questioned; seeming to be oblivious to the fact that Rose was angry, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Because she has been bought," Rose hissed at him, acting as if he should already know the answer.

At her words pain seared through my heart, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I broke the connection with him and I looked down at the feather in my hand, the soothing quality was gone, now it only reminded me of a life of happiness that I couldn't have. "Actually, we both have been sold," I whispered.

"Hn," he snorted. "A barbaric tradition, selling off women like cattle."

He moved past Rose and reached out towards me, his fingers gently felt my cheek, gliding over the bruise that was there, careful not to hurt my sensitive skin. "And I see that you are not well cared for either," his voice held a hint of anger.

Rose's eyes went wide, some of the tension leaving her body. "You don't agree with that. I thought that every man did."

He shook his head. "No, I believe in love." He gave her a slightly amused look. "And in case you didn't notice, I am not like every man."

Rose blushed bright red as her eyes fell upon his wings, slowly nodding.

He moved his hand from my face and offered it to me. "Come with me and I will make sure that you do not have to live your life as some man's servant. Or receive another beating again."

I looked longingly at his hand, but I shook my head no. I opened my palm and watched the feather blow away, then reached over and clasped Rose's hand in my own. "I can't leave her to live that kind of life while I am happy," I said, my voice filled with melancholy.

The stranger watched the feather go, a look of amazement clearly written on his face. "You would rather stay and serve someone than leave with me and be free."

"I didn't say that," I whispered, my eyes begging him to understand. "I just don't want to leave her."

"You will leave me anyway, Angelita," Rose spoke up, a tear slipping from her eye as she turned to face me. Her hand squeezed mine. "Your spirit will be crushed if you lead that type of life. Go with him and save yourself."

I just shook my head no, silent tears running down my face. I would never willing leave my twin, I needed her too much.

He watched us in silence for a moment, his intense gaze catching every detail. Then I saw his eyes soften and he held out his hand again. "Then why don't you both come with me," his voice soft.

"Really?" we both asked him.

He nodded his head yes.

I threw myself into his arms. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I cried. For this man, this stranger with beautiful white wings and those most intense eyes I had ever seen had just rescued us.

He was stunned for a moment before he wrapped his arms around me a little awkwardly. It was almost as if he had never held a woman before. Then he tucked me close to his side, holding his hand out to Rose.

She took it a little reluctance, eyeing him "What is your name?"

A cloud appeared out of nowhere under our feet and we floated up into the sky as he answered, "I am Eros."

To be continued…

Other author notes:

Eros is physically fashioned after Trowa Barton of Gundam Wing.