Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Cold Love Twisted Love ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter Three:

Something cold slid across her brow over, and over again. At each pass, and as she managed to wake up more and more, she realized the movement was happening over her bruised forehead, and that a wet substance was gathering in its path. She forced her eyes to open and stared shocked at her captor. Of all the people to wake up to, why was it the scary psycho?

"Pretty," He mused. It took her a second to realize he wasn't talking about her and she was relieved, at least until she realized he was directing the comment to the blade he held in his hand. The blade that had been sliding over her skin moments earlier, her blood dripped slowly from the sharp point and onto the waiting tongue of what she had decided was a monster. "Pretty," he mused again his eyes almost glazed as the knife once again trailed across her skin, this time taking a slow steady journey over her cheek.

Usagi winced as the blade traveled closer, and with a small yelp she jerked backwards. This action was enough to make the knife slip and pierce her skin. As she reacted with a cry and brought her hand to her cheek, she realized with a start she was unfettered. Her eyes widened with shock, and then happiness, as she realized this and she started to get to her feet when she remembered her 'roommate.'

He was quicker than she gave him credit for, it seemed in mere seconds he had sprang, like some great beast, to his feet and was standing in her way with only a slightly amused smile on his lips. "You can't leave."

It was the first time she had heard him speak a full sentence, and with it she recognized a slight, barely discernible, lilt, she couldn't quite place the accent but felt her fear go up another notch. He not only looked insane, he sounded it too, and he sounded happy over all of this. What kind of person had she been left with?

He balanced the blade in his hand as he watched her with a debating golden eye. His previous amusement seemed to be faded as he studied her. He didn't seem pleased with what he was noticing, and almost looked like he was ready to attack her. The thought sent a shiver through her and she cautiously took a step backwards before realizing two very important things.

"Where's that girl?" As his lips twitched, Usagi suddenly felt sick. It couldn't be… Was that girl… dead? She didn't want to believe it, but then where was she? Why wasn't she being held here as well? "Where is she…" her plea hung in the air, but didn't seem to soften her captor at all. "What have you done to her?"

He laughed, he actually laughed as Usagi was pushed closer and closer to the brink of tears. The innocent were such interesting creatures. He could easily see how the death of one could make the one he hated cry. This idea made him wonder if even more tears would fall for this girl. It was a shame that Crawford had forbid him from doing any permanent harm. Though his reward had been satisfying, the look of terror on that girl's face… He could almost taste her fear. He almost groaned as he watched the tears cascade down this girl's cheeks. It wasn't enough that he was making her cry. He wanted more; he wanted to hear the same cries that the other girl screamed as he tortured her. She wasn't dead, no, not yet. Not when she brought such a strong reaction from this other girl that was a virtual stranger to the first.

That was why innocents amused him so much. She didn't even know his reward and yet she was more scared for her life than her own. Amazing… And it was why he wanted to taint her, to turn her pure heart against her and to make Him cry. For the only thing worse than the death of an innocent, was the corruption of one. How would she react knowing the other girl had been trying to get away with no regards to the one who sought to rescue her?

"Please, please let her go. She has nothing to do with this. Just let her go, please…" Usagi dabbed at the wetness that slid down her cheek as she shivered from the smoldering gaze the golden-eyed man was giving her. It was amazing how scary just one eye could be when it had such a brutal bloodthirsty look in it. She wanted to scream for her Mamoru… and… and for him. He probably wouldn't care, in fact he'd probably leave her there in the grip of this monster, but that didn't stop her from wanting him there. "Let her go," she whispered a final time as she collapsed to her knees.

He was disgusted at her display. It had been amusing the first time, but he was quickly getting oh so tired of it all. He wanted to stop her pleas for others; he wanted her to plead for her self, to beg him not to hurt her anymore, to not kill her. To promise and beg and plead and offer anything to get away, to make her abandon her high and mighty morals and to succumb to the same plane of life he lived on. He wanted her to suffer and realize that no one would save her, not even God himself… and then…. Then he wanted to kill her, for the light in her eyes to slowly die out as his blade released that precious fluid from her, to see the beautiful tainted blood freely flow.

Usagi watched as he suddenly scowled and sheathed his knife. She was about to breathe a sigh of relief and resume her questioning about the missing girl when he held up her compact. She must have been a comical sight with her jaw hanging open as he studied it. Did he know her true identity?

"Are you that concerned for someone you don't know?" The question was asked in a masked, indiscernible tone, and his eye seemed piercing as he waited her answer. Her compact was tossed nonchalantly in the air as he awaited her answer. By this point she was reminded strongly of a shark scenting blood and circling its prey. Was she going to die here? Was her entire future that she had visited going to come crashing down in some place she didn't know?

Tears welled in her eyes once again and she struggled not to break down. She somehow realized that if she did so she'd be giving this monster what he wanted. She'd be feeding his sick hunger. But… she was Sailormoon, she couldn't abandon that title, she couldn't abandon the fact that it was her duty to protect others from evil, and this man was the definition of evil, so no matter how worried she was for herself, she had to protect that poor girl. "Yes," she whispered, she couldn't hide all of the fear in her voice, but she was going to be brave. Rei-chan would be disappointed in her if she wasn't. "Yes, I am. Where is she? What have you done to her?"

His blade had reappeared at this point, and he was about to force her to fear for her own life, when they were interrupted. He scowled as he realized who it was and stepped away. It seemed his desires had been too strong; they had to have been to call him here. He once again put away his weapon and eyed the newcomer with a glare.

A puff of cigarette smoke obscured Usagi's vision and she coughed and tried to wave it away with one hand. This new stranger eyed her like a hungry wolf eyes a rabbit and frowned thoughtfully. "Brad might have given me orders not to touch you, but if you have the same effect on him that you seem to have on me, he'll never know it." He took a step forward and watched as Farfarello faded into the distance, he could tell from the current mindset of his 'partner' that the other girl they had swiped off the streets for his amusement was going to suffer. It was rare that he had left her alive so long, it seemed his senses had been rattled by their bait… speaking of which…

"Where is that girl?" Usagi was scared, but surely this guy had to be better than the last, right? Besides, she wasn't going to stop until she got some answers, and if her eyes didn't fail her… Her compact was lying on the ground untended. "She doesn't have anything to do with me, just let her-" her thoughts were halted as she heard a piercing scream originating from a room nearby.

Schuldich threw the butt of his cigarette on the ground and smothered the small flame with the sole of his boot. It was understandable why Crawford was being so cautious with this girl. It was obvious now why 'they' wanted her, but he really doubted that Abyssinian would pay the price required to keep the girl out of 'their' hands. Abyssinian might have gotten his precious thing back, but that didn't change him, he had killed far too many for that. No, this girl was going to be facing a disturbing future, and no one would save her from it. She'd probably be better off dying at the hands of Farfarello in his opinion, sure she'd suffer, but she'd get to die, where she was heading… Well, it wouldn't be pretty.

"You're right, Fraulin, she has nothing to do with you. Consider her a… 'Benefit' to his job of kidnapping you." His jaded green eyes narrowed on her and he took a step closer, noticing that she didn't slink back from him like she had been with Farfarello. "Seems he was having some fun with you," he chuckled as he noticed the trails of blood that decorated her face. Yeah, he had been having a lot of fun with her, as much fun as he could have without getting serious, anyway.

"Benefit?" her eyes widened in shock, and were quickly filling with disgust. "Benefit?" she repeated, this time her tone sounding much harsher. "You're telling me that girl was taken from wherever just so that…that freak can torture her?" Her eyes narrowed in fury and she stomped up to the smirking German. What kind of sadistic people had she ended up with? "How can you be so cold when you talk about something like that?" She whispered as her hopes were dashed against a stone wall. Were they all so cold and calloused? Were they all so bloodthirsty and demented?

Schuldich studied the girl for another moment and shook his head. "I usually don't help out our meal tickets, but I'll make a special case for you, Fraulin. Especially since you intrigue me," he studied her at length, his emerald eyes almost seeming to burn as he tried to peer into her soul. "Very intriguing…" he admitted before he noticed her starting to smile and start to regain her shaken composure, "don't get me wrong," he corrected her and watched the hope dim in her expressive blue eyes. "I'm not going to help you escape from here. I'm only going to give you a little advice."

Usagi eyed the man warily. One moment he seemed open and nearly friendly, and the next he had that almost evil look in his eye. She almost had the idea of what a mouse must feel like when it's being toyed with by the cat. "What is it?" she whispered, was he going to tell her how to escape? Maybe a secret tunnel or something of the like was in her cell, and he was going to share the information on it? "Is it something in here?" She questioned as she took her eyes off of him for a few seconds to thoroughly scan the room. There didn't look to be any secret passageways around…

Schuldich shook his head as he could easily tell what the girl was thinking. He didn't even need his 'gift' to read this girl. Everything she was thinking was written so clearly on her face. "You misunderstood me again, Fraulin. I'm not going to help you escape. I'm not going to tell you how to get out of here or how to rescue that other girl. No, I'm going to give you some advice." He waited until he had her full attention and all thoughts of flight had vanished from her pretty little head. He and Balinese had a common theme, they didn't touch the innocent, the young pure ones, and if he had wanted someone like that than he would have stolen that Schrient doll away from the chibi. "My advice to you, Fraulin, is to just give up hope and let him kill you. It's the more humane of the two futures that are available to you."

Shock, despair, and anger appeared in the sapphire eyes that stared unbelievably at him. "Let him kill me?" She whispered in a mixture of shock and kindling fury. "Just roll over and die for someone like him?" Mako-chan would be proud to see her standing up for herself and not just agreeing. The thought of her friend made her wince for a second before she glared darkly at the amused German. "I don't know who any of you are, but I'm not just going to die for any of you! I'm going to save that other girl," she softly vowed.

Schuldich started to laugh at the spitfire he had apparently awakened when he realized her eyes were locked not on him, but on an object on the floor. He followed her line of sight and noticed her staring stubbornly at a golden compact on the floor. Curiosity getting the better of him his eyebrow rose in questioning and with a chuckle he scooped up the item and tossed it to her. "That desperate to look good for us, ne Fraulin? I'm touched."

Usagi ignored him as she relished that one moment where the familiar weight of her alter identity lay in her hands. It was true she was unsure if these people knew who she was, but it was also true that if she didn't act now and do her best to escape out of this nightmare that she might be helping them kill that poor girl. She wasn't about to do that. Determination glistening in her eyes she held her brooch into the air and shouted the familiar phrase. "Moon Eternal, Make Up!"