Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Salvation: In the Arms of The Angels ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: wow! I was called crazy^^ ty, dez-chan; it's a nice change from being called `Blondie' by everyone else all the time. Kudos to Bubbles, Ash, and Suzuki for reviewing, you all are off my `to forgive later list' save for bubbles; kidding! You were never on to begin with, save for Suzuki for her comment>:( you know what I'm talking about Suzuki *glares*. anyways^^ because these people were nice enough to review you all get another chapter!

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"So let me get this straight; You're saying your from the mystic moon? And that you got teleported here against your will because of a spell Deziree was trying went wrong?" Dilandau commented with disbelief seeping into his voice, trying to let the information he had just received moments before as they sat around a campfire seep in. They `re still in the barren field.

"That's right. And its called Earth, Dilandau." Heather reprimands Dilandau as if she were talking to a child.

"Whatever. You're kidding me right? How the hell could you be from the mystic moon, or earth, whatever you call that piece of rock you people claim to be from." Dilandau snarls at heather, who jumps back a little causing him to smirk inside; Oh yes, he was going to have a fun time with this one, she's much more jumpy then the others; Despite her calm and happy exterior. `Yes, a lot of fun'

"So what do you think, guys? It looks like we're going to be stuck here for a while until I can figure out what happened in the spell so I can do it again to get home." Deziree states matter-of-factly, while she gazes into the fire. She looks up from it only to look at ashtik then to heather, studying their faces trying to gage their thoughts; which would be easy on ashtik, `no doubt thinking about Ernesto or some other guy, that's what she thinks about most of the time. Then again, I don't blame her' Deziree couldn't help but giggle at that thought.

"What? Why are you looking at me and laughing? Do I have something wrong with my hair?" Ashtik's heavy Armenian voice rises a few decimals at the last part. This only causes more peals of laughter to emit from deziree. Heather's gaze travels to them after she surveys the area around her in wonder like an innocent child waking up in new surroundings.

Deziree gasps for air trying to come down. "Well, it's just…." Ashtik breaks in during her pause, "Just…?"

"You're just so funny!" She breaks out laughing again earning a few looks from the confused slayers and a growl from a still soar Dilandau, although he would never admit it.

Dilandau turns back to the fire. He can feel a pair of eyes boring into him as if they wanted to see into his soul. He quickly lifts his head to catch Heather advert her eyes away finding a pebble on the ground more interesting.

He grins and takes the time to look her over. Pale skin that could rival his own in their ivory state, thin delicate figure, and strawberry blonde hair set into two braids hanging over her shoulders only to pool around her on the ground. She's wearing blue jeans that are flared from the knee down, they were rolled up about an inch or two and were still too long on her short body. She was also wearing a stretchy blue shirt with sleeves that went to her elbows and dipped down a little ways past her calor bone.

She draws up her knees and plays with one of her braids. `If she was to stand they'd probably be to her knee's, that would make it easy for someone to grab her and possibly slit her throat' Dilandau couldn't help but grin at the thought.

But the back to the situation at hand. "What are you looking at? You look as though you never seen a boy before in your life." It came out more of a growl then a question. She looks up at him sharply but with wonder flickering in her eyes. "It's not that, it's just..."

"Well? Answer me when I ask you a question, little girl!"

"Excuse me? Don't talk to me like that! You have no right to it! You're not my father! And I'm not a little girl! I'm probably just as old as you are! So shove off! And if your wondering why I was looking its because I can see you idiot!"

"That's relevant! We all can see, and I'll talk to you anyway I want!"

"Well maybe I can't see normally." Her voice drops to a hushed voice, sadness seeps in.

"Excuse me? Speak up!"

"I said, well maybe normally I'm blind!"

Dilandau words died in his throat. Deziree steps into the fray, "Why don't you shut just the fuck up, asshole? Leave her alone, you have no idea what she's been put through. Hell, you don't know what any of use has been put through!"

Dilandau was about to retort something that should put her in her place but thought better of it, he may have a short temper but he would not be goaded into another fight with some pathetic excuse of a girl. `Even if she is very beautiful'

"Um, hey look! The moon's are getting pretty high, we should go to sleep now if we want to get up early in the morning to make it to that place Migel was telling us is about." This time Ashtik is the one that comes to the rescue.

"Um, yeah. She's right! We should get some sleep. And its called Ziabach, Ashtik" Migel winks at her smiling while she giggles at him. They were lucky Dilandau didn't catch them doing that, or surely he would not be pleased with Migel.

Dilandau growls but complies. "Fine. Guimel, you have first watch. Dalet, you have second. Migel, you have third. And don't fall asleep on the job or the repercussions will be none to pleasant. Understood?"

"Yes Lord Dilandau." All three chimed together to form one eerie voice that sent shivers down her spine. It reminded her too much of a horror movie that she saw once. And Dilandau had already made himself clear that he was the villain.

Dilandau caught her shudder in the corner of his eye and smirk. `Oh what fun you will be. Don't go disappointing me now.'

"Night guys." Heather and Ashtik say at the same time, then look at each other and giggle as they lay down. Heather curls up slightly while Ashtik lay spread out on her back next to her with Deziree lying next to Ashtik on her stomach.

The Slayer's fallow suit; Closely knit so they can keep warm should the fire go out. Dilandau lies down not far from them but closer to the fire so that he may lay on his side and gaze at it, and the girls.

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A/N: *sighs* I never was good at writing a long chapter, but this story will be quite a few chapters. Thrust me, I have it all out in my head, I just need to put pen to paper more often. Schools just not cooperative, I swear my math teacher hates my class. Anyhow, if you have any comments and you do not wish to review, you can always reach me at babylon214@hotmail.com. Or if you want to add me to your IM chat list, use that e-mail too, lol.