Metal clanged loudly off in that distant quarry, but nobody paid any mind to it. It was that tomboy, Erin, training as usual. Somewhat of an outcast from her family, she spent most of her time training, either in the quarry, forest, by the ocean, just somewhere where she could be alone and free. Erin stopped; she heard something, something terrifying. She climbed out of the quarry as fast as she could and searched the horizon for her village. She heard it again. People were screaming in her village.
Erin mounted her bike and pedaled as fast as she could, her sunny blond hair flipping wildly behind her. Who the hell has the gall to attack my village??? Fire exploded from one of the buildings, throwing her off her bike and onto the unforgiving gravel. Taking another look at the building, Erin saw somebody inside the flames.
“Hold on, I’m coming!” she leapt off the ground through the window and into the fire. The person was now where to be seen, Erin cursed under her breath and moved one of the fallen rafters,
“Where are you?” she cried, hoping that whomever it was either found a way out or is not too badly injured.
“Where are you?” she repeated herself much more loudly than before. Sensing something behind her, Erin turned, drawing her sword slowly.
“Here.”
Erin’s eyes widened, who is that? His silver hair danced around his face in the heat, and his eyes…those eyes foretold danger. But since when did Erin fear the dangerous?
“You’re the one causing all this trouble, aren’t you?” she said, holding her sword in both hands. The man lifted his blade and what could be seen as the beginning of a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth,
“Don’t be a hero, girl. You’ll just end up like the rest of them.”
“I don’t think so.” Erin charged and dove at the dark man, only to feel cold, hard steel, slice through her abdomen. Coughing, she grimaced and watched her blood run down his sword. Her feet did not touch the ground, and she slid down the blade a little before looking up into his cold eyes. A malevolent grin unfolded onto Erin’s angelic face as she hissed, “Is that the best you got, pretty boy?” his brow raised slightly at her. She leaned to his ear,
“I know something you don’t know.” She sang before thrusting herself off his sword. Lifting her shirt a little so he could watch, she licked the blood at the corner of her mouth, and waited for the show to begin. Erin shivered a bit as her body tissue reknit itself back to it’s proper form, making a stretching sound loud enough for him to hear across the room. Cracking her neck, she looked back at the man and remembered something she heard about a man with long silver hair and a sword to match. This is he? Somehow I imagined him…scarier.
“So, are you ready to die, Sephiroth?”
He simply grinned and left in a flurry of black feathers, “We’ll meet again, girl. You’ll die then.” Sephiroth’s words echoed among the flames. Erin mentally kicked herself for wasting time with words, she did not get a chance to let her sword taste his blood as his tasted hers.
Two Years (and several fights) Later*~
Erin pushed her hair out of her eyes and sheathed Frostbite, her beautiful sword. She turned to the barkeep, and bowed lightly,
“Sorry about the mess.” Turning to leave, Erin kicked one more of the lying jerks that tried to pull something perverted with her, and continued out the door. A light breeze greeted her as she exited the bar, almost beckoning her to follow it. The wind grew stronger; Erin glared into it and gasped. Three black feathers danced in the wind, two of them circled her head before flying off, and she snatched the third one out of the air and put it to her lips. It was his; she could feel his aura practically dripping off of it. Sephiroth was close.
The sound of pavement under her boots echoed off the buildings, it was late, but not late enough for Erin to forget about the incident in her hometown two years ago. Not late enough for her to ask for help. And it was certainly not late enough for her to miss her chance on revenge. Shedding her coat, Erin heaved a sigh, that troublesome thing would only hinder her in the long run; despite how cold it was right then. She came to dead end and her eyes flashed as she screamed in rage,
“WHERE ARE YOU SEPHIROTH?!”
Erin spun around and locked her blade with his. How much of a fool did he think she was? Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed and he pushed down on her, Erin grunted but kept her ground. A small clattering sound came from Frostbite; the blade was beginning to separate from the hilt! Thinking quickly, she kicked at Sephiroth’s knees and dodged his attack. Erin sprang into the air and brought her sword down on him, but he evaded with ease and her blade hit the ground hard enough for the blade to completely separate from the hilt.
“Oh, sh-“
“Now, now. No foul language, Erin.” Sephiroth forced her to the ground and pointed Masamune at her throat, “you’re life is mine.”
Erin chuckled, “You idiot, don’t you remember? You can’t kill me. I’m a healer.”
“And you can’t kill me. You’re simply too weak. You might as well give up.”
“I don’t think so!” She grabbed Masamune with both hands and smashed his hilt in his face. She was not about to back down. Casting his sword aside as if nothing had happened, Sephiroth smiled and advanced towards her. Alarmed, Erin nearly tripped trying to back up. He took her momentary clumsiness as his chance and lifted her off the ground by her hair.
“What’s this?” Sephiroth watched in amusement as Erin clawed at his hands and grimaced in pain, “Are you going to scream, Erin?”
“NO. I’ll never give you that satisfaction!” she said, gritting her teeth.
“Oh?” he pulled his arm back so that she was lying against his shoulder and tightened his grip on her hair. He tilted her a little to make her face him and pressed his cheek to her head,
“But I so wanted to hear you scream.”
Erin cringed as he shifted and pressed his face in her hair, “You’ll have to wait a bit longer you lopsided angel!” she growled and elbowed him in the gut. Sephiroth lost grip momentarily and clutched his stomach before looking back up at Erin. She now held Masamune in her hands as if it were her sword, before he could ask; she pointed the sword at his face.
“Since mine is damaged, yours is just going to have to do.”
Sephiroth smirked and stretched his wing. A different spark appeared in his eyes that bothered Erin, a small rumbling sound that could almost be mistaken for a chuckle rose from his throat.
“Don’t you want to know why I haven’t killed you yet?”
“Stop giving yourself so much credit, you can’t kill me because I can’t die.” She threw the sword at his feet.
“Go ahead, take it. Run me through. Slice off my limbs and stab me. Decapitate me.” She said, raising her arms, as if making herself a target, “Because it doesn’t matter what you do, I’ll simply heal and be back on my feet. It’s my curse.”
Sephiroth remained stone faced as angry tears welled in her ice blue eyes. She continued,
“You think that village you destroyed was my first home? I’ve seen too much to want to stay alive. If you could kill me, don’t you think that I would be glad to let you?!” she cried out before falling to her knees with her hands on the ground. A few moments passed before she saw Sephiroth’s feet in front of her.
“Get the hell away from me.”
“Why deny destiny?” he asked smoothly, Erin repeated that word, “destiny”, silently. Sephiroth knelt in front of her,
“I’ve had my own curses, girl. It’s destiny.
“What the hell do you mean ‘destiny’? What are you talking about?”
Silently, he took her face by the jaw and forced her to look him in the eyes. Erin glared, not letting her tears fall in front of him.
“I’m a murderer and you can’t die. You don’t see the destiny in that?”
Before Erin could retort, Sephiroth claimed her lips. Rough and demanding, Erin did not give an inch, sensing this; he grasped the back of her head and forced a response. She still did not let him have his wish. Exasperated, Sephiroth bite her lip, hard. Erin gasped, giving him just enough leverage to further claim her mouth.
Scowling, a strange feeling sprouted within her. What if it was destiny? It was starting to feel that way, and who was she to deny destiny? Sephiroth stood, lifting her with him and somewhat growled upon hearing a sharp breath from Erin. She touched his silky hair lightly, and almost shyly, she really had no idea what to do. Assuring her of his integrity, Sephiroth took control of the kiss.
She had no idea what was going to happen now; she had spent the last two years of her life hunting him down. Now she had him in a totally different way than she could ever imagine. And even though she had no idea what was going to happen, she had a strong feeling she would not be alone.
