Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ The Story of Escaflowne ❯ Chapter 14: Evil Rising ( Chapter 14 )

Chapter 14: Evil Rising

The night to Sarah could be called magical. Everything just felt right. Being in his arms was like being in heaven. Nothing, absolutely nothing could ruin that night. The night was blissful and once they returned to the Vione, things began to get heated between the two 'lovers.'

Sarah awoke when she heard someone moving around in the room. Weakly she sat up right and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Dilandau . . .?" a small yawn escaped her mouth as she spoke.

A set of warm lips pressed against her own and only made her want Dilandau. "Shhh . . ." he pressed his finger on her lips before kissing them again. "I'll be back later. I need to train so just rest." their lips met again in a passionate kiss but reluctantly Dilandau pulled away. He didn't want to go but he needed to train.

Sarah did as he had said. She laid back fell asleep. As fell into a deep sleep a nightmare plagued her dreams. Blood, it was everywhere. It covered the entire landscape was drenched in thick, red blood. Corpses layed scattered everywhere. The sight, and smell, before her made her stomach churn. She clasped her hand over her mouth to stop herself from vomiting.

In the distance she could see sixteen guymelefs, Alseides design. Out of the sixteen, one stood out. it blended into the landscape as it was blood red. The sixteen began to scatter themselves across the open field and attack anyone who tried to oppose them. Sarah sunk to her knees as she realized who it was in the red guymelef. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked on in horror. "Why . . . ?" was all she could manage to get out.

Her blue eyes snapped open as she woke up from her so called dream. *no, it's couldn't have been a dream. It was too real.*. she shook her head and tried to come to her senses. *it was only a dream. Just a dream.*. She tried to convince herself that it was nothing more than a dream.

Before slipping out of the bed she stretched her arms and yawned. She shuddered as her bare feet touched the cold, metallic floor and quickly she walked over to the dresser and 'borrowed' some of Dilandau's clothes. She dressed herself in one of his lavender tunics and black leather pants. Even though both articles of clothing were big on her, she didn't mind. It gave her a special feeling to be wearing his clothes.

She began to wander around the Vione looking for Dilandau. She first checked his private training room then the dinning room where he usually ate. Next Sarah checked the gym but he was nowhere in sight. "Gatti, where's Dilandau?" she asked as she approached the dragon slayer. Startled he turned and looked at her confused.

"Um, we all figured he was still asleep. No one has seen him at all yet." she sensed something wasn't right.

Dilandau couldn't be found anywhere. Sarah had spent the entire day searching for him but it was like he had vanished. As the day wore on, the strange feeling Sarah grew stronger. It was almost midnight when the feeling became unbearable. She sat in the bed sobbing. The feeling wasn't painful but just made her feel upset about something.

"Who the fuck are you!?"Sarah opened her eyes weakly and tried to figure out whether she was still dreaming or not. It was Dilandau who had yelled at her but why? "Woman! Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you in my bed!?!" as he shouted at her again, she realized it wasn't a dream.

Sarah sat upright confused. "Dilandau, it's me . . .Sarah. Don't you remember me?" he cocked an eyebrow as he looked her over.

"Sarah?" he repeated. "I don't know any whore's by that name." she gasped at his remark. He had referred to her as a whore.

"Dilandau . . ."tears welled up in her eyes and threatened to spill down her cheeks.

"Now get the fuck out of my room before I have to throw you out myself!" the tears did tumble down her cheeks. What had happened to him? Was all Sarah could wonder as she walked towards the door. She stopped though as she was about to pass him. She looked into his eyes and noticed something different. They didn't have the warm fair that had ignited her passion many times before.

Dilandau frowned at the woman before him as she just stared at him. Annoyed with her presence he warned her to leave again but she didn't move an inch. Angered even more, he brought his hand to her cheek in a forceful slap. Sarah fell to the floor. She looked at him in fear and scurried out of the room.

As she stood in the hallway, she brought her hand to her red cheek in shock. He had forgotten her. He had kicked her out of their room. Finally he had hit her. *Why . . .? Why did he do that?* Sarah tried to collect herself as she walked down the dark hallway but was failing miserably.

Failure, it was her best friend the moment. It seemed to be with her all the time. *I'm nothing but a worthless failure.* with that thought she fell to her knees and let it all out. she kept her sobs as quiet as possible. *it figures. It just fucking well figures! Just as everything was going great, it all falls apart . . .*

A/N: Does anyone have a tissue? I need one. I was actually crying while writing this chapter. I won't be surprised if any of you call me an evil spawn of Satan for making Dilly evil again and for hitting poor Sarah but I need it to make the story work! Well, does anyone have a tissue? I really need one.