guided by a new era

Author: Bitterfig

Title: Persephone or Hades

Fandom: Revolutionary Girl Utena

Pairing: Utena/Anthy

Summary: Utena dreamed that she wandered through an underworld of darkness and pain.

Beta Reader: Fedink

Word Count: 354

Rating: R

Warning: Sexual content.

Author’s Note: Written for the porn_battle prompt “Revolutionary Girl Utena, Utena/Anthy, pomegranates.”

This is my first time posting anything I do plan on writing more I just wanted to know what if anyone had anythoughts or suggestions. I do own these characters This is an original work of Fiction.

Leather Clad Angel

Part 1

Eyes are watching me. I dont know why, whoever has been following me has been doing so. Im nobody, with a nothing job. Nothing about me is stalker worthy and yet whoever watches me finds me to be so. I wish he knew why.

  I cant decide how I feel about having this person near-by. Im flattered that anyone would find me interesting enough to give such attention. Im also scared; scared that they will hurt me, scared of the reason why they appear to be hunting me. Most of all Im afraid that theyll leave and Ill be alone again.

  I know it isnt rational to be more afraid of them leaving me, but I cant help it. Ive always been too ordinary for anyone to bother with. Now I have this constant presence near me, watching, waiting for something. Even if they want is to do something wrong, Im glad theyre here now.

  I am walking home from work. Its later than normal, but theyre still near-by. I see a shadow in the corner of my eye and quickly turn, in hopes of getting a quick glance of my elusive companion.

  My breath catches in my chest as before me stands a monster that horror movies would envy.  A mass of long, thick, matted brown hair with glowing, pupiless yellow eyes. The monster stood over seven feet tall. My heart has stopped beating, or is beating so fast I cant feel the thuds to do to the constant speed.  Im frozen in fear, praying to any deity that will listen that this isnt the watcher. I have tried so hard to imagine, praying that this is truly a nightmare that I will wake up any minute from.

  Yellow, slimy, pointed teeth are revealed as a low growl begins to emit from the creature. Im going to die.  I think to myself, still unable to move, to breath.  Hot, fetrid breath from the creature is coming in long angery bursts on my skin as it gets closer. I can feel saliva as it falls on my clothes. I watch as the body tenses as the creature gets ready to bite. I close my eyes.  If this is how it is to end I dont want to see the strike. I dont want to watch the teeth that will come towards me, ripping into my flesh and taking my life.

  The pain of teeth never comes. Slowly the feel of hot breath and saliva disappears. I force open my eyes one at a time. The creature has backed away and what I can only perceive as fear is written clearly in its eyes as it looks behind me. I hear a low whine and watch it run away, completely graceless and terrified.

   I can sense a presence behind me and know instinctively that it was the same as the one that has been there for a while now. Unlike the creature, were I could only pray that it wasnt my specter; I know whatever is behind me will hold the eyes that have been watching over me. My only question is are they my savior, or are they my doom, scaring this creature away so that they can take care of me themselves. Either way Im scared to turn around. Im too scared to hope they came to rescue me. I know I have to turn around and see. I have to know once and for all if they are a guardian angel, or a demon wishing to take me out of the limbo that is my life and to hell where they can feed on my screams.

   Slowly I force myself to turn around and face whatever creature had scared the one that had almost killed me away. As I look into the eyes that have been watching me I cant help but take what feels like my first breath in forever.

  Cobalt eyes are locked on my own lighter shade of blue. The eyes are attached to a young woman with brunette hair that falls just below her ears. She has tan skin and a body most models would kill for. She looks to be only an inch shorter to me. She is wearing black leather pants, a long leather trench coat with a black tank top underneath. 

   I am once again breathless, only this time not in fear. This woman is the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life. She is looking at me as if I should know who she is, but I dont.

Part 2

The night is my escape from hate. The darkness holds no fear in me. Only without the light am I free to just be. The Night is my middle ground. The night is when I am safe from the sound of her tears falling to the floor. The night has set me free like never before. I am the night, I am the stars, and I know what’s right. I have the strength to fight the day when nothing is okay. I wait for the night.
 

I smile as I stalk the shadows. Stalk her. I am the hunter and she is my prey. No one escapes me, not even her. I watch and I wait and I know. I know she knows I’m here. I can see in the way she walks. I know because I know her. The only girl, the only person in the world, who has the power to break my heart.
 

I smile as I listen to her heartbeat. Even from this distance I can here it. I will have her again. She is mine by right. I can forgive her for leaving. Ican forgive her anything when she smiles.
 

My head snaps up as I hear her catch her breath. So distracted by thoughts of her that, I had not realized until now, that something was wrong. I feel white hot rage flood through me as I see miserable little fur ball, wannabe-tough-guy that dares to go near what is clearly mine.
 

I jump down from my perch and land gracefully a few feet behind my girl. I smirk as the beast sees me, fear clear in its eyes. It lets out a pitiful whine before running. It was right to be afraid.
 

I watch as slowly she looks up. I smile as I see the first up close glimpse of her baby blues since… that’s not important. I scream to myself. I can’t dwell on what haooen only that she is here now. I look at her expectantly. I know it has been a while but I haven’t changed enough to be unrecognizable.
 

“Thank you,” she whispers in her soft voice. “I don’t know… I…You’re the one aren’t you.” She stutters out. “the one whose been watching me. I’m Lily. Who..what’s what’s you’re name?”
 

I can feel my heart break at that question.
 

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