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[shelley_winters]

Shelley cannot sleep.

The white walls and white curtains might seem airy and calming during the day, but at night it feels cold and unnervingly empty.

Can she believe Elan? No, he lies as easily as breathing. She should have told him to send her back immediately. Too late now. But he still could... No way of knowing.

The girl shivers as she stares at the pale moonlit ceiling.

(Now it is time to see how you died)

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A knock at the bedroom door.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley is silent. If he wants to come in he will. Her telling him to leave will do nothing.

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The door parts slightly. Elan Morin walks in. His face lights up with a slight smile.

A pretty man came to me
Never seen eyes so blue

His voice is soft and calm.

"My apologies for disturbing your rest."

[shelley_winters]

"It is generally considered better to not do something that you later apologise for, you know," she says, still staring at the ceiling.

Her fear of him has never been quite so acute as it is right now.

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He glanced off to the side. His blue eyes watching the billowing of the white curtain. A calm tone to his voice.

"I thought that you might desire to make an early start of it."

[shelley_winters]

The girl watches him warily.

"I want to go home," she says finally.

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He gives a small, pleased smile. His head inclines ever so slightly.

"You will, Lady Shelley..."

A pause with a slight breath.

"Whenever you are ready."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley sits up, still watching him.

"Do you really intend to send me back?" she asks. Hope and fear and disbelief in her voice.

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A beautiful smile. His voice as mellifluous as ever.

"Of course, my lady. I will keep the bargain as made."

(Always examine the wording when dealing with the Devil)

A slightly sad sigh. A touch of regret on that pretty face.

[shelley_winters]

Slowly Shelley nods.

She sits on the edge of the bed awkwardly.

"All right."

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His beautiful smile had a touch of a grin to it. His blue eyes flickered across her face briefly before coming to rest on a basin of water.

"Whenever you are ready, darling."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley stands up, tensing at the endearment.

"Don't call me that," she says quietly, as she always does.

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He smiles slightly, and turned as if to leave.

"As you wish."

He glanced backwards. His blue eyes watching her, and a touch of a grin on his face.

"Shall we go, Lady Shelley?"

[shelley_winters]

Shelley hesitates a moment, glancing quickly over the room. Bare, for the most part - the practise Sha'rah board in the corner, the curtains moving slightly in the night air.

She moves towards him, to follow him out.

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Quickly, he turns around. His face has a gorgeous smile. His eyes almost shine with joy.
She never really had a chance
"How thoughtless of me! Letting you leave without a kiss goodbye."
On that fateful moonlit night
Placing hand on her shoulder, He leans forward and kisses her on the cheek.

(A Betrayer's Kiss)

A gleam of metal as his left hand draws a knife from his black robes.
Sacrificed without a fight
The knife plunges into Shelley's side. Her blood drips off of his hand.

(This cup is your blood shed for me)

A sharp exhale of satisfaction. The tip of his tongue slides from between his lips. Slowly, Elan caresses her cheek with the the tip of his tongue. Smiling all the while.
A victim of her circumstance
He gives the knife a half-turn.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley tries to step away as he kisses her, caught by the hand on her shoulder. She turns her head sharply to the side and gasps as the knife stabs into her. Her eyes widen as she shudders, frozen.

The knife twists.

The girl screams, collapsing from the agony, blood soaking through her clothes already.

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Flows of air lift her up.

A triumphant smile on his face.

"Every piece of music must have its ending, Lady Shelley."

He reached out and caressed her cheek with his blood soaked hand. Streaks of red left from his loving touch.

[shelley_winters]

Her eyes are shut now, tears starting. Shelley makes no move away from his hand and her own blood stains her skin, dark against a face white from pain.

She takes a shuddering breath.

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He took a step back, and put his clean hand on his chin.

A moment of deep consideration.

With a smile, a triangular spike of air appeared in his bloody hand.

A swift spinning motion, and he plunged the spike into her left thigh.

A twist. A smile. A spurt of hot blood.

The right thigh.

A twist. A smile. A spurt of hot blood.

[shelley_winters]

It's too much, she can't see or hear anymore.

Blood drips to the floor, faster flowing each moment.

Under the pain, cold. So very calm and cold and knowing somehow that this time there is no way to save herself.

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A blizzard of black flecks filled his pretty blue eyes. His back arched slightly as pain and ecstasy thundered through his body. A terrible grin on his face.

He stretched out his blood-stained hand. A drop of Shelley's blood fell.

Shadows deepened and pain lanced through Shelley's body.

He peeled back the pain from her mind. Slowly he paced in front of her and spoke in a calm ordinary tone. The black flecks still swimming in his vision.

"Those wounds in your thighs will not kill you."

A considerate, and concerned look. He gestured with his bloodstained hand.

"That wound in your side, however, will kill you."

He stretched out his hand.

"I can send you back to Milliways, but... I can Heal those wounds. It does not have to end like this."

And this child I would destroy
If you tried to set her free

[shelley_winters]

"And why shouldn't it?" she asks, voice harsh, breathing still uneven. "W-what do you want from me, Elan?"

A shudder runs through her.

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A few more drops of her blood falls from his hand.

"Either I send you back, or you can stay here."

The moonlight causes his blue eyes to glisten. Some of their beauty blocked by the inky flecks of darkness.

"I once told you that you would decide for yourself whether you lived or died."

His voice calm and collected. A drop of her blood fell from his outstretched hand.

"Choose."

[shelley_winters]

(Take me out to the black)
"Do you even have to ask?"
(Tell me I ain't coming back)
Her head tilts suddenly. Eyes very bright, oddly clear. Shelley smiles coldly.
(I don't care, I'm still free)
"You are no psychologist if you think that of me," she hisses, dismissal in her voice.
(You can't take the sky from me)
Her head tilts to to ceiling as she laughs mirthlessly. It rings out, sharp and triumphant and despairing and frightened and harsh from her screaming, but her voice does not break.

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His voice was a vicious snarl as he slung his hand to the side. Blood on the white curtains.

"Do you not think that you haven't taken my hand? We have stood in this room a thousand times as the Wheel has turned. You have taken my hand across a thousand turnings and the infinite Mirrors of the Wheel!"

He gestured grandiosely. His voice filled with a fiery passion

"Do you want your life to end in this room, again and again, until Time dies and Shaitan is victorious? Stand by my side! Take my hand and stand with me once I slay Time itself!"

With a deep breath, he stretched out his hand.

"Take my hand."

[shelley_winters]

Her laughter quietens as he speaks. Shelley watches him, head still to the side. He just doesn't understand.

"Whoever took your hand was not me. Because I will not."

She blinks, tears still wet aound her eyes. "As well ask you to leave the Shadow. Take my hand." She laughs again.

"Send me home."

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Master, master, where's the dreams
that I've been after?

His pretty face twists in rage. The black flecks fill his eyes. His voice a hate-filled whisper.

"As you wish."

He gave an evil smile and slid his hand down from her shoulder, across the turn of her breast to her bleeding side. Pressure. He laughed.

"The Fisher's wound... It is an ugly way to go. I will have mercy and make it quick if you so desire."

Laughter, laughter,
All I hear or see is laughter
Laughter, laughter,
Laughing at my cries

[shelley_winters]

A short, pain filled laugh.

"Mercy. ...You."

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He lashed out at her with the back of his hand.
Hell is worth all that,
natural habitat
"Wretch!"
Just a rhyme without a reason
All light vanished from the room as he drew deeply. Pain coursing through his veins as he laughed insanely.
Neverending maze,
Drift on numbered days
"Won't serve in life? Then serve in death!"
Now your life is out of season
Hell burned through Shelley.

I will occupy
I will help you die
I will run through you
Now I rule you too

[shelley_winters]

Shelley has no time to scream. There is pain. More than ever before.

And then.

(There is only so much a heart can take)

Then it stops.

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He smiles as her heart stops beating.

"Goodbye, Lady Shelley."

Light returns to the room as some of the black flecks disappear from his eyes.

He gently kisses her lips, while grabbing the collar of her shirt.

A tear of reality opens as more black fills his eyes. He tosses Shelley's lifeless body through the portal.

The portal closes and the black disappears from his eyes as he calmly washes the blood off his hand in a basin of water.

Droplets of blood and water fall from his hands.

(For the Grave is His)