The Pasts We Wish We Didn’t Have: Part Five

 

            <Getting past this semi-pleasant reunion, we really should be going. Every minute Lorelei has him is far more time for him.>

            The Lorelei in front of him pressed his lips together, wincing a little because of the language. “You must abandon the human you’ve become, at least enough to fool her and thrall her. She will fall to her angel, just as she once fell with you.”

            Duo nodded, “How can I pretend to be something I don’t remember?”

            She lightly raised her hand to his check and came to him to kiss his forehead. He responded by kissing her lips.

 

            How long had it been? How long? How long? A year? A million years? I’m not sure anymore. I remember prison videos where the captive counts off the days with little tally marks. I remember life before this, but it seems like a hopeful dream, so why am I caring to live anymore, why don’t I find a way to end this?

            “Because I won’t let you.” She responded to his thoughts. He would have been shocked, if she hadn’t done it before. She was naked, excluding his blood, glaring over his body, the bloody nail in her hand. Her smile seemed sweet, but her eyes showed what she was, a demon. At least to him. She said she was a fallen angel, but could angels really fall that far?

            She paused in her tortures of him, sat up, eyes wide, her breathing was harsh and shallow and she smiled. “My demon prince,” she whispered, “I knew this power and blood wouldn’t keep you away forever.” She quickly redressed herself in the robe she had been wearing and left the room. And there he was, as she remembered him. Red wings, long chestnut hair, big violet eyes, cold and yet also burning with lust. What got her most what that he was holding one of his feathers, his wings like hers, bat like. She smiled evilly at him. “Duo is it?” she asked him.

            He said nothing, but glanced at the old angel with tan feathers. “Father, did you scare my Prince?” she asked playfully.

            “Nothing scares me, you know that.” Duo’s tone would have shocked Quatre, none of his humane kindness was behind it, only a cold blade that cut at Lorelei, she loved it and laughed.

            “Father, go.” She ordered the old angel without looking at him. The tan-winged angel left, quietly and quickly.

            “His tongue is out, isn’t it?” Duo asked, finally smiling a lustful smile.

            “When you cut, you cut deep. This I know.” She said, laughing. “And this he found out, and the lesson remains.”

            “Hum…” Duo said pensively, then stocked up to her, holding the feather out and when he was so close their bodies almost touched he ran it’s tip under her chin and on her check, making her giggle. “Where is the sprit?” he asked, his voice and eyes thick with lust.

            She beckoned him to the wall, he followed, she walked backwards, facing him and he was sure she would bump into the wall, she reached out for him and when their hands were cupped together she stepped through the wall, it rippled a little, she followed her, his head spun, this room had a different time flow, just like the room with the frantic sketches. God Wufei, he thought, How long has this been for you? How long have you been forced to deal with the evil side of my ex-angelic lover? His guise almost dropped when he saw the broken, bleeding body of his friend. Wufei wasn’t even looking at anything, just staring at the wall, blankly.

            “Leave me with him.” Duo said, his voice unemotional.

            Her smile dropped, “But--” she began.

            “NOW!” he screamed harshly. She dared one more moment of a heated glance, then hurriedly left the room, through the wall she came. Duo closed his eyes, the feather reappeared on his wings, then they folded into his back, leaving two slits in the black robe he wore. He hurried to his friend. “Wufei?” he asked. Wufei gave his no response, Duo would have sworn he was dead if he hadn’t have been breathing so harshly and if his thoughts hadn’t have been screaming, ‘No, no, it’s another trick, not a man, not a man! Please, just let me have some peace, some hope! Please, go. Another trick! Please, Lord NOT AGAIN!!!!’ Duo tried to sooth Wufei, whispered everything was ok, tried to tell him it wasn’t a trick, but nothing worked, Wufei panicked at his touch, but didn’t recoil. Duo tried not to hear Wufei’s screaming thoughts, thoughts that were so loud any angel would have heard them, and even some humans, but for all purposes, Wufei’s body was just the shell Wufei himself had locked up. Duo stepped through the wall again. Lorelei stared at him, “What are you doing?!” she screamed, before his head had stopped spinning.

            “I’m leaving,” he said simply, then closed his eyes and directed himself and Wufei to the rendezvous point that he and the other angels had agreed upon. 

            When he was standing in the sunlit room he collapsed and Heero’s strong arms reached to scoop up Wufei.