Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and all it’s drop dead gorgeous bishounen
don’t belong to me. -.- Sigh. Fic was made for fun not profit.
Warnings: Shounen ai, AU, 1+2, OOC, a tiny little blood, angst,
violence, & probably Death. ^.^;
Night of the New Moon
By: Lotus-chan
Email: LotusChan@aol.com
Prologue:
The spirit rose from its eternal resting place at the bottom of the
cliff when the last of the sun died behind the horizon. It looked to
the darkening sky and grinned. No moon. It’s shackles would be
released for just this one night and it damn well was going to make
good use of it.
The spirit looked out toward the cove beyond, malicious grin never
wavering. The cove spirit was no where to be seen. Good. He always
seemed to cower off somewhere on the nights without the safety of the
moon, which meant there’d be no one to stop it.
The spirit lifted from the rocks where it had met its death centuries
ago until it reached the very top of the cliff.
The Inn was conveniently placed right in front of the dangerous edge which had
claimed so many lives... it laughed at the thought. So many...
‘accidents’. Raising a hand to push back the long tresses of golden
hair, the spirit slowly made its way up to the back porch and inside.
The inside of the old Inn was warm, always so warm compared to the
cold outside and the spirit paused a moment to revel in a warmth it
had the chance to feel so little of. It sighed, realizing how human
and useless it was right away and continued down the halls until it
reached the kitchen.
Standing in the doorway, the spirit’s cold cornflower blue eyes
narrowed when it saw that the drawer where the knives were kept was
closed with lock and key. The Inn keeper was becoming a nuisance. It
ignored the cleaver that had been carelessly left outside the drawer-
it had only killed with a cleaver once and was saving the second use
for a much more special occasion. Perhaps to kill someone the cove
spirit had grown to like...
Its grin returned. It rose an outstretched hand and the cleaver rose
with it. Bringing the sharp cutting utensil closer, the spirit aimed
and sliced the air with its arm, sending the cleaver with lightning
speed at the lock and effectively cutting it in two.
The drawer seemed to open by itself and a large butcher knife rose out
of it. Satisfied, the spirit turned around and headed to the main
staircase that would lead to the floors above... and the unsuspecting
occupants sleeping soundly in their beds. The knife floated behind it
as it rose up the staircase to the third floor.
Walking off to the left, the spirit stopped at the end of the hallway
in front of a room that read C36. It shrugged absently, it didn’t
matter what room. Any was good enough. The door unlocked itself from
the inside with a *click* and opened to allow the spirit, and its
solid accessory, inside.
It walked up to the bed expectantly and looked down at its occupant.
Good grief, another woman. It had been hoping to find a boy this time.
It had been too long since a male had died by its hands. It looked
out the window at the black sky and shook its head.
No matter, it would search out a boy next time, but for some reason it
felt its time growing shorter. It had to return to the foot of the
cliff quickly. The spirit should have waited a bit longer. It knew
better than to leave its resting place with so little energy...
It turned its attention back to the woman sleeping soundly in her
bed. This would have to be quick. The spirit laid its hand on the
womans shoulder and slowly drained her of her energies. The stolen
energy pulsed through the spirit until it- she became solid.
Chuckling madly, the now solid spirit grabbed the knife and raised it
above her head with both hands. The stars that shown through the open
window glinted in her crazed eyes, revealing a horrifyingly sadistic
expression as her chuckling grew to maniacal laughter. As she aimed
for the heart the laughing abruptly stopped and her expression was
replaced by one of overwhelming anger.
Everytime she killed, she’d remember why it was that she was bound to
her grave. A revenge never completely fulfilled became her shackles in
the afterlife. The death of *one* man, no, one *boy*, had managed to
escape her grasp. The man who had ignored her, betrayed her, and left
her for... for... With bloodcurdling scream she plunged her sharp
edged rage into her victim’s chest.
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End of prologue
Author's Notes:
Whatcha think? I know it’s short but it’s just the beginning. The
next parts are on there way soon.
Chapter 1: Arrival