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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 3, 2010 23:36:00 GMT -5
The corners of Gilbert's mouth twitched uncomfortably at the word 'protector' as something in his stomach twisted violently. He hated title he was being given without so much as a blink of an eye, and suddenly the room he was in felt too small and he needed to get out. His eyes lingered on Roderich's bad briefly as he heard the brunette mention his father, and he paused, awkwardly laying a hand on the other's shoulder for several seconds before pulling back. I shouldn't be in here, anyway... he thought, dully. This is for humans... and it's Roderich's past, not mine.
"If you'll excuse me..." he mumbled, stopping by the kitchen door. "I'm going to go... step outside for a bit. Just leave everything on the table when you're finished and I'll clean it up later, ja?" He didn't wait for a response as he left the kitchen as quickly as possible without looking suspicious. Dammit... dammit, dammit, dammit! he growled quietly, slamming the front door behind him with more force than intended and stormed into the yard. "Why the fuck am I getting so upset, anyway?" he grunted, aiming a kick at a rock covered in moss. "I knew... this would happen when we started the damn search. I'm just... just a tool, nothing more. I'm his servant... that's all I'm wroth... all I am."
Though he said it with a hint of finality in his voice, the thought that it was true still sent a wave of pain through his chest. He was the one who had found Roderich, saved him, fought with him, and comforted him when he was sad. Sure, they'd barely known each other more than a month at most, but so much had happened in that short time-span, it felt more like years. How he'd managed to fall for anyone, let alone a human, so quickly baffled him, but he knew it was wrong. The Hungarian inside was better for the brunette anyway. She had more to offer, more to give... and memories that Roderich wanted. What did he have to offer against her but the promise of protection and a body that couldn't die?
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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Apr 4, 2010 0:10:26 GMT -5
It was amazing how humans' face could change in colour in such a short period of time, and Elizaveta had to choke back a giggle when the face reminds her so much of the past. "Oh, sorry! I get carried away again it seemed..." She laughed awkwardly, trying to ignore the blush that must be creeping to her face now. Of course, the other doesn't remember her... It would make sense that he doesn't remember what they usually called each other too.
Shaking her head slightly, the Hungarian kept her urge to play with the flower pin on her hair. She was nervous now. At his words, at his smile, everything. It was so foreign, so unlike that one kid she used to tease a lot. But... She smiled slightly at the thought. If there's anything that won't change from him, it is that aristocratic touch of his. Even after all this years of missing, he hadn't changed even the slightest bit in that manner.
"That's okay... That's why I'm here, right? To help you remember your past." Oh God, she wanted nothing more than to take him into a hug now. How hard must it be for the other, to be left with nothing at all about his past? "It is good to know though, that you have discovered a small piece of it."
Her brows raised in a questionable manner when she saw Gilbert's movement, and the mumbling. It could clearly be heard, given that the room was in silence. Shrugging uncomfortably on her seat, the Hungarian eyed Roderich, another question at the tip of her tongue instead of answer to the other's question. "I'll be more than glad to help you remember it all, but... would it be okay to left him alone? Gilbert, I mean..."
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 4, 2010 0:37:40 GMT -5
"Gilbert..." Roderich sighed as the other man disappeared around the corner, pressing his palms flat against the table. "Sometimes... I don't know." Silently, he watched the door the silverette had vanished through, half-hoping that he would dart back in with a shouted, Kesesese~ Just kidding! You guys couldn't survive without my awesome!
Lips twisting uncertainly, Roderich was torn between the silver-haired Prussian outside and the young Hungarian woman before him. On one hand, the young woman was a guest he could not afford to annoy... and he had a strange feeling like he owed her something, answers if nothing else. On the other... with a sinking feeling, he wondered what had caused the other man to all but storm from the kitchen where the two of them had been.
Slightly hurt, he had assumed that the other man would want to be by his side to hear whatever revelations Elizaveta had to offer. Hands shaking slightly, he pushed his chair back to stand and inclined his head slightly. "Elizaveta, I do apologize, but we must continue this conversation later. Please excuse me, and enjoy your meal." Stiffly, he made his way from the room and started toward the front door. Opening it just enough to peek out, he didn't see or hear the Prussian but assumed he'd be able to hear his voice.
"Gilbert? Gilbert, are you alright?" Trying hard to keep the concern from his voice, his tone came across more cross than anything else. "Would you please come back inside?" Softer, he added, "I'd like you to be there with me, if she has anything to reveal." [/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 4, 2010 7:29:29 GMT -5
In a far corner of the yard, Gilbert sat curled on a rock, staring up at the moon with a dull look. Something about the glowing pearl in the sky was always able to calm him down, if only slightly. As of late, it had always been Roderich who would work an unknown magic that would easily tear him from his angered state, but the cloudless sky seen above his manor worked as a nice second. Should I stay...? he thought, sighing. Why the hell am I getting so worked up, anyway? I know damn well it isn't smart to contract a human. Even Fritz told me that. "The on I care about most". Mein Gott, I'm stupid. I... the thoughts trailed off as a soft voice drifted over the yard, making Gilbert stand up abruptly.
"Roderich..." a faint sense of satisfaction washed over him as he turned toward his home, easily catching the glint of the brunette's glasses in the might air. The Austrian had chosen to come after him instead of stay with her, and... He stopped the thoughts again. He just wanted Gilbert there to be with him while Elizaveta spoke. But that had to mean something, didn't it? He had to have cared in some form if he wanted the Prussian there at his side... yet, there was still the lingering doubt of, 'What if he just wants me there for comfort'?
Sighing, he slowly made his way back toward the porch, stopping at the bottom of a steps with a cocky smile that he'd forced back onto his face. "Aw," he inclined his head, "could you really not last that long without my awesomeness, bocchan? I'm touched." He took a step forward, standing on the first step almost hesitantly, unwilling to move further. "You... really don't me in there, you know..." he continued in a quiet tone. "It's obvious that girl cares about you a lot. She's a human, too, so she can... understand your emotions better than me." She can make you happy... give you everything that you want and I couldn't even offer without going back to that damn castle.
Somewhere in the distance, a twig snapped, but it was so soft even Gilbert could barely hear the noise. His head snapped toward a mass of trees and he suddenly became quite still. No one ever came around these parts, making such human-made noises rare. His crimson eyes narrowed sightly as he scanned the area, carefully trying to pick-out anything unusual, but either whoever it was had an extremely good talent for hiding or there was really nothing there, as he saw only the trees. Maybe I should go back inside... "I should go to bed, anyway... I don't... want to get in the way of your courting." The moment the words left his lips, he winced. It wasn't what he'd meant to say. The moment of honesty had tumbled out before he could stop it. Perfect. ---------- A/N: Sorry! I did fall asleep! Gilbo won't run just yet. You and Lizzy seem to have something planned, so I'll wait until that is done to let him run. Or, who knows, maybe Elizaveta will do something that sets him off.
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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Apr 4, 2010 9:50:39 GMT -5
Her green eyes flickered at his direction, eager at what Roderich would do at the other man's leave. Would he choose his past or... no, it doesn't matter anymore. The answer is obvious already when the sound of the chair being pushed back filled her ears. Strangely, it... didn't surprise her. Not at all. She watched in silence as he took his leave, biting her lips and instead tried to direct her attention to the carefully-prepared food.
"Guess it can't be helped..." Elizaveta sighed, chewing on her food slowly. That act did it. It told her all. She is nothing but a newcomer in this new Roderich, a clue to his past. Her grip on the fork tightened as silence surrounded her. It was as if they're pressuring her to leave. Not wanted here, no place to call home...
Damn. She was being overly emotional again, it seemed. Hormones. It must be their work again. This is why she sometimes wished she is a man. At least if she is a man, she won't feel this tight feeling in her chest. The rejected and hurt feeling... That childish affection she felt for him years ago that's still lingering in herself just can't accept it.
Muttering curses that would earn her scolding, should her parents ever heard it, the Hungarian stood from her seat and make her way to the front door. There was no point in trying to eat something when all you felt after eating it was nausea. Exhaling slowly when she reached her destination, Elizaveta tried her best to calm her erratically beating heart before opening the door, and upon finding the Prussian standing not far from her, threw a sharp glare at him.
"Really. I don't know what's so wrong with you. What did I do wrong to you that you hated me so much? Aren't you supposed to be protecting Roderich? What would he be if you are this... this emotional and childish?"
Alright, so... maybe it was childish of her too, to yell at Gilbert like this. But all of this was starting to piss her off and... maybe, just maybe, she needed something to vent her anger out.
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... we have something planned? We have? O.O <-- is slow tonight. xD And if anything, it is more likely that Elizaveta would do something to set Gilbert off. >> They're like cats and dogs anyway...
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 4, 2010 12:41:29 GMT -5
"C-c-courting?" Roderich stuttered out, face turning almost as crimson as the Prussian's eyes at the thought. "I barely even know her! Well, apparently I do, but I don't, and..." With a sigh of exasperation, he closed his eyes and leaned against the doorframe. "What's all this nonsense about her being able to understand my feelings, anyway? Just because she's human? That doesn't mean anything. Are you able to understand the feelings of every..." Glancing quickly behind him to make sure the woman wasn't within earshot, he finished, more quietly, "Vampire you come across? I don't think so.
"Besides..." He reached out as if to take the other man's hand. "I don't know if anyone can understand me better than y--"
Quickly retracting his hand, he turned and moved aside as the Hungarian woman approached, eyes widening at her aggressive words. "Elizaveta!" Rubbing his eyes with one hand, he interjected before Gilbert could speak, trying to keep the situation from devolving further, "Gilbert does not hate you. This is his home after all in which we are both guests. Now please, can we not argue here on the doorstep?"
Caught between the two of them, Roderich flicked his gaze between the two of them, hoping they would listen to reason. Honestly, what was wrong with these two? It felt as though he were the rope in a child's game of tug-of-war. [/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 4, 2010 23:08:22 GMT -5
"Child!?" Gilbert repeated in a loud tone, growling as he took a step forward. "You're one to talk, Ms. Héderváry... You show up out of nowhere claiming you were Roddy's best friend and act like everything should just jump back to the way it used to be and you're calling me the childish one!?" He stepped forward, pointing at the brunette female with an accusatory finger, clearly unhappy with her having followed them into the hallway. "You just... dammit, ruined everything. You don't... get it at all. I don't care who you are, or what you were to Roddy before, but you've ruined everything!"
By now, the Prussian was just spewing word-vomit, but he didn't care. He was frustrated and annoyed, and his quick-temper was finally getting the better of him. He couldn't stand how easily Elizaveta seemed to have pushed herself into Roderich's life. What had she done for the brunette that he hadn't? Gilbert had remained at Roderich's side without so much as asking for a simple "thank you" in return, and suddenly it all seemed worthless as the Austrian was being ripped away from him. It wasn't fair, and he just wanted it all to stop. "Dammit! Why did you have to show up!? Why...? Why do you humans... ruin everything... All I wanted was for Roderich to know... dammit..."
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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Apr 4, 2010 23:51:14 GMT -5
"Not you too, Ro--" Dammit, she almost slipped into calling him with that name again. "Roderich." Elizaveta finally said, voice reaching a whisper when the word found its way out of her mouth. Her eyes flickered back and forth from the Austrian to the albino, frowning considerably when Gilbert pointed his finger at her, an accusatory finger no less.
"I know very well it is his house I am staying in as a guest, yes, you don't need to tell me that..." Of course Roderich would protect him, that spoilt, lucky Prussian. She might not be too good at it, but from his gestures, the way he moved, it was clear on whose side the Austrian was.
Turning her attention back to Gilbert, the brunette tried to held back her urge to retort back sharply at what the other had just said about her. "Oh, don't you dare say that to me. You don't know how hard it was for me, when he just disappeared all of a sudden, leaving no trace at all! Was it so wrong for me to-- Was it wrong for wanting your friend back?"
Pausing, she heard every words the silver-haired boy had to say, his voice being the only thing that broke the silent night. So she was not wrong about him hating her. Ruined, he say? More like blaming his fault to others, from her point of view. Not noticing the oddity of the other's words, how he called them humans as if he was not one of them, Elizaveta exhaled slowly. "So? Maybe I did ruin something. But are you sure it was not because of your own incompetence? Look at you, so... pathetic like this. If you have something to say to Roderich, then say it! If you don't want me around, no need to pretend! Stop pretending and just get to your damn point, Gilbert!"
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 5, 2010 0:18:27 GMT -5
"Elizaveta! Gilbert! Please!" Roderich winced as his voice snapped with more force than he'd intended, but he was starting to get angry now, feeding off the strong emotions of the other two. "Stop talking about me as if I were not present!"
Why was no one listening to him? Why the hell did both of them care so much? If this possessive tugging on the rope that was Roderich were to continue, he was going to simply snap. Putting out both hands on either side, he pressed one palm against Gilbert's chest and the other against Elizaveta's shoulder as if to physically separate them with his own body.
"Now can we all calm down and go back inside, please?" Roderich demanded, voice rising to that crisp, aristocratic tone of command he hated yet fell so easily into. "You both continue to speak about me without seeming to care what I have to say, goddammit!" The curse flew from his lips unintentionally, and he winced at the vulgar language coming from his own lips. "We're going inside and we're going to talk," he finished, more quietly yet more dangerously, the outside light glinting off his glasses as his gaze flicked between the two of them, at once commanding and pleading as he added a soft,
"Please."
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 5, 2010 0:40:00 GMT -5
"Don't you dare talk to me like I don't know what it's like to lose something!" he roared, pushing Roderich's hand away from his chest as he stepped forward. "Whatever turmoil you seemed to think you're going through is probably heaven compared to me. Imagine this, Elizaveta... Imagine being rejected every damn place you go. By everyone you meet... being hated simply for what you are. Imagine spending your entire life alone with only the thought of who the fuck was going to try and kill you in the morning to look forward to!" He took another step forward, his voice rising in volume with each movement. "Imagine, just imagine, being rejected by your own fucking parents just because you looked a little different than the other children physically. Just... try to think what it might be like to be regarded as a demon by everyone no matter what you say or do... and every time, every single time you think you've found something that is going to make it a little better, imagine having it ripped away from you!"
Why is it always like this...? he thought bitterly as he fixed the Hungarian with a dark glare. Why? Why do I always lose? He took yet another step forward, a storm of emotion dancing in his crimson eyes as he tried to calm himself down, to think of something else, but nothing was working and the words poured from his lips like a torrent that couldn't be stopped. "Roderich was the single God-damned best thing that every happened to me in my sorry excuse for a life, and the then, finally, when I think I've got a chance to make something of it, you show up with your promise of memories and shit and destroy it for me." His fist slammed against the nearest wall, causing several cracks to appear and a soft whine to echo throughout the house in protest. "I don't follow after a human like a fucking dog for kicks, you know. I didn't pledge my very fucking life to him just for the entertainment factor. Your friend means the world to me, no, fuck that. He is my world... my everything, and now that you've shown up, it's all worthless and I'm nothing more than a servant again. I'm just a tool for him to use. I'd sell my soul to the Devil and walk through hell twice over if that's what he ordered, and I use to think smiling and just doing as I was told would be enough... but it's not!" It hurts... Gilbert said to himself quietly, feeling himself take a step backward as his emotions continued to swirl around in his mind. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore, and more truth than he'd intended to say was pouring out. He wanted nothing more than to just pass out or lose the ability to speak to keep from digging the hole he'd already worked himself into deeper, but his mouth seemed to have other plans and he continued against the will of his mind. "Roderich gave me everything I'd ever wanted by simply... offering me a hand. He didn't run from me; he knew what I was, what I am, yet he still treated me like I might have possibly been something worth while. That... meant everything to me. No one had done that before, not since Frederick... and..." he swallowed the thick lump that had formed in his throat. "Dammit... you can't even imagine... how much it hurts to see you here now, able to give him everything he wants to have, but I couldn't even begin to know how to give. He's my world, but I can't do anything to make him happy; I can't bring memories back, and I can't erase the past so it never happened to prevent him from forgetting.
"When... when I'm with him, it actually feels like I'm alive again, like I have a heart that's beating, and the world doesn't feel like a shithole full of people who just want me dead. He makes life worth living. Like I'm actually worth something more than the bit of demon-trash that everyone else sees... and I'd give up everything I have, just to see him keep smiling... because I love him more than anything else in this whole fucking world; be it myself or anyone else, and then you, a damn fucking human comes along... and ruins that for me, and I'm going to be let with nothing again because that's how it always works. That's how the life of a demon goes and..." He stopped, eyes widening in shock as the full effect of everything he'd just said crashed down around him. Every secret he'd forced down into the deepest parts of his mind and soul to avoid confronting them had spilled out in a matter of minutes. The truth; his feelings; his anger and confusion. Everything... and worst of all, not only had Elizaveta seen it, but Roderich, too. "I..." he took a step backward, looking between the two brunette's, a look of self-horror on his face. "I... d-dammit..." I just ruined everything. Everything. Now... now I can't even stay as a servant. How unawesome was all that!? I acted like a damn moron and now...
And without another word, Gilbert turned on his heel and sprinted toward the city, oblivious to the soft sound of leaves quickly being crunched in the woods beside him as two shadowed figures began their pursuit.
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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Apr 5, 2010 1:18:38 GMT -5
She bit her lips to keep them shut when the Austrian walked between her and the Prussian, effectively keeping them apart by doing so. "S-sorry, Roderich. I just... I don't know anymore." She shook her head, looking at the ground as waves of guilt washed her body. It seemed as if they have forgotten about the man that was the source of their bickering, forgotten that... he too had feelings, and must be getting uncomfortable with all of this. When the calm voice changed into a more commanding one, its tone reminding her of her place and who he was, Elizaveta said nothing, looking like a child who just got scolded by his parents.
The roar snapped her from her guilty feelings and she looked up, hands reaching out to step backwards as soon as Gilbert stepped forwards. She felt fear at the deep swirling emotion in his words, how it sounded so full of sadness and conflict, sorrow and despair. She felt uncomfortable at his unnatural looks, everything, from the blood-red eyes, the pale skin, his odd-colored hair, now it all reminded her of a--
Demon.
Keeping her distance from the man, the Hungarian soon found herself trapped between the urging feeling of running away and fighting back. Her feet were like they're bound to their place though, and she winced when his fist connected to the wall near her, shuddering at the thought of what if... it were her instead of the wall?
"You're... not human..." She clamped her fingers into a fist, cursing herself at how... stupid she was, for not realizing it any sooner. He could have killed her when he wanted, that monster. But he didn't and all was because... he cared for Roderich. He didn't want her, the clue to Roderich's past life, to be gone before they got what they needed. Of course, that was her worth in his eyes. Anything, he would do anything for the Austrian... and here she was, thinking that maybe she could help, to be of more help than this de-Gilbert. But from the looks of it, she was only worsening things.
Silence suddenly filled her ears again, and hesitantly, Elizaveta looked up, only to find the man's eyes widened in shock as it dawned upon him, what he just said. She closed her eyes and gulped, ready for anything to happen to her when she heard another step being taken... farther away?
She gave Roderich a confused, bewildered look, apologies running in her head, but all of it were just too hard to tell to the Austrian. What had just happened...? Truth, leaked out like they're worthless. Deep and dark secrets that were not supposed to be told... "Roderich, I-I am so... I mean, I didn't mean to... Those words... But, Gilbert, is he really a...?" She let the last word sunk into the darkness, afraid on saying it just in case... it is a truth, and the Prussian was telling her anything but lies.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 5, 2010 1:57:20 GMT -5
Roderich stood unflinchingly, ready to rein the Prussian in if he started to lose control... but this time, it felt as if he were the one with no control, able to do nothing but watch dumbly as words tumbled from between Gilbert's lips, anger and hurt warring for supremacy in the other man's crimson eyes. As he paused to take a breath, Roderich opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words came out -- there was nothing he could say, a pressure building steadily in his chest and behind his eyes that threatened to burst if he so much as let a single word pass his lips.
Though Gilbert's words were directed at Elizaveta, he could feel them as surely as if they had been directed at he himself, stabbing into him with all the force of arrows shot point-blank, tearing clear through his flesh with an almost physical pain. Gilbert, I... Damn it, you've always been more than a servant to me! You're my friend, my rock, my...
"...because I love him more than anything else in this whole fucking world..."
And Roderich's entire world blew apart, words falling around him like shards of glass in a broken mirror. Staring wide eyed at Gilbert, his jaw slackened and his chest tightened. Mein Gott... Mein... Gilbert. Gilbert, Gilbert, Gilbert, why didn't you say anything before?!
Before everything had fully registered, before he could even form a single coherent thought, his eyes met the Prussian's crimson orbs and read the same shock fear he knew was reflected in his own. "G...Gilbert..." emerged from between his lips, no more than a whisper.
And then he was gone, sprinting into the darkness of the trees beyond. "Gilbert!" he fairly screamed, fists clenching. "You fool, you moronic imbecile! Don't you dare leave me..." Brokenly, he stumbled back until his heels hit the stairs leading up the porch, falling heavily on his butt. "Damn it... damn it..." he muttered frantically, burying his fingers in his hair as he stared sightlessly at the ground. "Why couldn't I see it? Why didn't I..."
He'd almost forgotten the Hungarian woman was there until her voice echoed in his ears. "Gilbert is... Gilbert is..." He struggled to answer -- a vampire. a monster. my friend. my... -- before tearing his hands from his scalp and forcing himself to his feet, meeting the woman's eyes. "Gilbert is my friend. And I... I love him," he whispered, eyes wide with the sudden realization.
Something within him snapped, and he adjusted his glasses higher on his nose and stumbled down the stairs. "I love him. I love him. Elizaveta!" Without looking back, he paused and mentioned, "My violin is on the kitchen table. Please retrieve it for me." Heart lightened, he ducked his head and dashed into the forest, letting its darkness swallow him in promise of the light he'd find in Gilbert. [/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 5, 2010 1:58:00 GMT -5
Ignoring the voices and sounds around him, Gilbert continued to run as fast as he could without looking inhuman. The last thing he needed was a full-blown riot after him; thought maybe if that did happen, it would be enough of a reason for him to get away from everything that was currently causing him so much pain. He was good at running by now; running and hiding from that which hurt him (though in the end, this always seemed to hurt him that much more). When he finally reached the main city, he didn't bother to look where he was going and started down an alleyway at random, hoping to avoid random civilizations as a loud 'crack' filled the air and rain began to pour down in heavy sheets.
You've ruined everything, dumbass! he shouted at himself, skidding to a halt just short of a brick wall. At least when Elizaveta was around, you could be with him! What now, stupid? Now he'll be repulsed... He'll... just think I'm a freak. He won't come near me anymore. I swear... he probably hates me. Growling, he aimed a punch at the wall, barely wincing as the skin on his knuckles ripped, making ragged cuts on the back of his hand. "...Way to go, Mr. Awesome," he murmured. "I bet the old man is really fucking proud of that slip." He sighed softly and turned around, slowly making his way back out of the alleyway and toward the main street, but before he could exit the alley, something flashed on the ground, growing a bright, pale blue and a jolt of fear shot through the Prussian.
He couldn't move.
"Wh-what the...!?" Looking down, he swallowed sharply, eyes widening in horror as he recognized the symbol below him that tied him to the spot he stood. It was the same seal that had held Frederick down before he was murdered by the hunters sent by Roderich's father. Crimson eyes snapped up to the surrounding area, and a low growl rose in Gilbert's throat as he glared at the two men walking toward them, wide grins split across their faces.
Neither spoke a word, simply approaching the seal in a mocking manner as they looked the Prussian up and down; like he were a caged animal on display at a zoo. They laughed and exchanged looks, having a silent conversation about how to best deal with the albino before the magic could wear off. Gilbert snarled again and tried to move forward, swearing richly in German as he realized that he couldn't so much as move his arms. "You're the bastards who killed Frederick!" he snarled, trying again to tug his feet form the magic holding him down, but his attempts went in vain. "You bastards-! I'll kill you both! Just like you killed him!"
They laughed again, and Gilbert didn't even have to think why. He was trapped, and he knew it. The two humans in front of him were hunters. The same hunters whom had killed his "father" figure, and although old in age, their talents had likely only increased in the past years, which meant trouble for the Prussian. There wasn't a single thing he could do... and these men were going to do the same to him.
"Heh, it looks like he was easier to catch than we thought. It's hard to believe that this is the little brat who managed to escape so many years ago. I always thought vampires grew stronger in their years. I guess I was mistaken. They just grow stupid and weak..." the taller of the two men chuckled quietly in a mocking tone. "It's too bad... You were able to escape us for so long, but what what purpose? Your old man died to protect you pointlessly. You're going to die in the same way your precious 'father' did. Caged like the animal you are. That stupid old bastard should have known better than to betray Lord Edelstein. He should have just stayed on his leash like a good mutt and done as he was told."
"Shut up!" Gilbert snarled, tugging against the force of the seal, but still, nothing worked. "Don't you dare talk about Fritz that way! Fucking human! At least he died a free man than a fucking slave and pet to some half-witted sadist! You hunters are the words kind of human. Pathetic and so weak they can't even think for themsel--aaagh!" The Prussian's words melted into an agonized scream as he was forced to his knees, electricity shooting throughout the magic hold.
"You would do well to hold your tongue, maggot..." the shorter man spoke, joining his taller partner several yards away from the seal. "We were actually considering taking you on as a pet of our own... but now we don't want to. A disobedient dog should be put to rest. He's a danger to society."
"Better dead than a servant of yours!"
"You year that?" the tall man laughed. "He wants to die. How the mighty have fallen... Well then, let's grant his wish." Raising a hand, several swords made of a deep purple light formed in front of him, and Gilbert knew perfectly well he didn't stand a chance upon impact. This man was going to kill him, and there was nothing he could do. "Goodbye, demon... may you burn in hell for all of eternity." The blades short forward, and the Prussian closed his eyes, waiting for impact.
Roderich... he thought sadly as he raised a hand to cover his heart, wincing as he didn't feel a pulse. I told you so many times that I was awesome, but I really screwed up, huh? Guess I'm not as awesome as I claimed. Right now... I must look really lame. And after I shouted all that at you and Lizzy. Maybe you can be happier with me gone. I'm... sorry.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 5, 2010 2:48:15 GMT -5
Gilbert, where are you...? Roderich burst through the trees in an undignified sprint, lungs burning with the unaccustomed effort of his run as he paused at the top of the hill and looked over the city. Damn it, where was Elizaveta with his violin? The Prussian could be anywhere by now! Pressing his hands to his knees and sucking in air, he adjusted his glasses and stared over the buildings. "Gilbert, why do you always have to run?" he lamented before taking off again.
There! A certain alley fairly pulsed with magic. Redoubling his efforts, he skidded around the corner, almost falling at the sight of Gilbert caged and screaming. "Gilbert!" A quick glance behind him saw the Hungarian woman nowhere in sight. What's going on, who are these men... Gilbert!
Looking back around, Roderich's voice caught in his throat as the two men materialized energy. Swearing richly, a talent he must have picked up from the Prussian, Roderich darted forward without a thought, as if somehow he'd be able to free the other man without --
Time seemed to slow as he darted forward, every sound more rich and pure than it had ever been. His boots clacked hard against the stone with every step, his anguished cry of, "Gilbert!" echoed in his ears, the harsh static buzz of mana flying through the air. Stopping, he met Gilbert's crimson eyes and smiled briefly before turning around and spreading his arms wide.
For a moment, he thought that nothing happened. The other men were frozen in shock, and a smile broke across his face and he looked over his shoulder to see Gilbert unharmed. "Ha... Looks like I'm protecting yo--"
Then with mild curiosity, he noted that suddenly the cobblestones seemed to have come free of the ground and were pressing rather uncomfortably against his cheek. Then he blinked once, a muffled outcry emerging from between his lips as the pain of dozens of stab wounds hit him all at once, and he realized that he was the one who had moved, fallen upon the ground. Coughing weakly, he tried to raise himself up to his hands and knees, freezing at the bite of iron on his tongue and the red splatter against the ground. Oh. That's my blood. Gilbert had better get out of here before the smell hits him...
Coughing again, arms shaking, he collapsed back to the ground in a growing puddle of his own blood. [/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 5, 2010 3:34:50 GMT -5
As he watched the brunette fall, something within Gilbert snapped violently and his mind went blissfully blank. Crimson eyes sparkled with pure hated and malice as the seal was finally dropped and the men stumbled backward, clearly now worried about their well-being. They hadn't expected the sudden appearance of another human, let alone one who was so willing to save a monster such as a vampire. "You bastards..." Gilbert snarled, his tone low and menacing as stepped forward. "I'll kill you...! Both of you! You'll pay for what you did to him!"
Before either of the men could react, Gilbert darted forward and slammed into the taller of the pair. His fangs were extended and glinting threateningly in the moonlight as he punched every inch of the man's body he could reach. Magic be damned, he didn't want it right now; he didn't need it. The albino wanted the satisfaction of knowing that this man was suffering by his hands and his alone. Each scream of pain only seemed to encourage his attacks further and left him cackling softly and reveling in the pain of another. As he fought, there were several satisfying 'cracks' as bone broke and somewhere during it all, the bone of the man's leg and torn through his flesh, but the Prussian didn't care. The man would he dead soon. A little bleeding meant nothing.
"You never should have come here..." he muttered, wrapping his fingers around the man's neck. "You should have just left me alone; you should have given up. Now... you're going to die, and I doubt even your God will accept you into his heaven, you foul, loathsome excuse for a human being. I hope the Devil eats you himself..." Gilbert tightened his fingers, and with another 'crack' the man's neck snapped as easily as a twig and fell limp in Gilbert's grasp before being dropped carelessly to the ground.
The second man whimpers quietly, and the Prussian advanced toward him, ready to repeat the same method of torture to him as he had the first of the pair, but a new set of footsteps gained his attention and Gilbert looked up. Dammit, he thought bitterly, she's late. Grabbing his sword, he tossed it across the pavement, aiming for the ground in front of the brunette rather than the female herself before his eyes glowed an eerie share of red. "Take care of this bastard," he murmured, casting a support spell Frederick had taught him long ago and sent as much of his own strength into the Hungarian female as he could without causing strain to her body. "...Make sure he screams for hurting Roderich."
A weak, but confident grin graced his lips and he offered her a brief thumbs up, then darted back across the pavement to where Roderich had fallen. The smell of blood was overwhelming, filling his senses and sparking a feeling of hungry desire somewhere in the back of his mind, but panic and fear quickly pushed the feeling back as Gilbert gingerly gathered Roderich into his arms. "You... idiot..." he muttered in a quiet tone, feeling his stomach and chest clench painfully. "What the hell were you thinking!? I-I'm supposed to be the one protecting you, bocchan. Not the other way around. Wh-why would you... bocchan..."
The lump in Gilbert's chest suddenly swelled and doubled in size. Tears were silently streaming down pale cheeks, making the albino's shoulders tremble with the effort of trying to keep his body steady to avoid causing the brunette further damage. It felt as if he'd had his heart, lungs, and all the internal organs ripped from his body and burned away, leaving him with nothing but an empty skeleton covered in useless flesh. Roderich was bleeding, dying in his arms, and he could think of nothing to stop it.
A trembling hand rose to tug his new red cloak from around his shoulders, and pressed it to the Austrian's wounds in a feeble attempt to slow the bleeding, but he knew it was useless. He didn't know healing magic, and he doubted that Elizaveta knew any, if she did, nothing powerful enough for this. It would be impossible for Roderich to heal himself, and the grim reality seemed to force itself deeper and deeper into the Prussian's mind before it shattered and the once-quiet cries fell into full-blown sobs as Gilbert clutched desperately at the brunette, brushing the other's cheek stained with the musician's own blood. "Why!?" he choked, pulling Roderich closer only to realize the warmth that he had clung to in comfort had faded. The brunette's skin felt nearly as cold as his own, and it sent an icy wave over his heart. "You stupid moron! I was supposed to be the one who died for you! Not the other way around! You're a human, dammit! I'm... I'm supposed to be the one who... who..."
Shaking his head, Gilbert buried his face in the crook of Roderich's neck, feeling the cries double in strength. The pulse that had once worked as his lullaby was almost completely gone, barely audible even to his enhanced ears. To the Prussian, it felt as if the entire world were collapsing around him, slowly being dragged away with every shaky breathe the brunette took, fading just a little more with each passing second as his own personal apocalypse drew closer by the second. "Dammit, Roddy... Y-you can't die! What about your past!? W-we haven't found out about all of it together a-and... th-the contract! Who is going to order me around and make sure I don't land myself in stupid shit, h-huh? W-we were supposed to have an adventure together... We were going to m-move into the castle after we cleaned it up. L-Lizzy could even come with us. You can't give up on that, not now! Just look how far we've come; how much you've seen and survived already... Roderich!"
Each word he spoke seemed more painful than the last, and with every syllable the truth would repeated itself over and over in Gilbert's mind. He's dying... he's dying. He's leaving me... he's fading. The world... my world, my Roderich, fading away... I can't... save him. My world, my precious, wonderful bright world... Roderich... "Dammit, Roddy... listen to me! You can't die! You can't leave me... I can't lose you. I don't... want to be alone again. I-I wanted to stay by your side until you were old and gray... You're too young... Y-you have goals, things to do. I-I wanted to stay by your side, I wanted to see you achieve them. I wanted to help you... through everything." he paused, hiccuping, grabbing Roderich's hand in his own blood-stained one and laced their fingers together tightly. "I-I was going to follow you everywhere, no matter what. Even the afterlife... It isn't worth being on this earth without you there... The servant is supposed to die first, didn't you know that?" It was the word vomit again. It all kept pouring from Gilbert's mouth, as if he kept speaking, Roderich might be spared just a little longer. Just a little longer... "T-this world... any world... R-Roddy, it isn't worth... living without you in it. I can't. And what about Elizaveta? S-she just found her old childhood friend... don't make her go through that loss again! It isn't the 'young master' thing to do! Gott, Roderich, p-please..." he hiccuped again, feeling a fresh wave of tears spill from his eyes. "Roddy... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for running, for all of this, it's my fault. I don't care if you hate me, or treat me like dirt. Order my death, it doesn't matter, but Gott... don't leave me alone, please... I love you, even if I'm disgusting to you now, I... I love you... so please... don't leave me behind... Lizzy needs you... and I need you, too. More than anything..."
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