Trapped Hearts

Trapped Hearts

Flora Winters

I do not own Gankutsuou and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: Love is something that can cut deeper than any razor. What use is there for having a heart? It will only bring you pain. This story will contain boy love, language, and violence. Please read and review.

Prologue

But I don’t care what they say I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away but they don’t know the truth
My hearts crippled by the vein that I keep on closing
You cut me open and I…

--Leona Lewis

Pain. An endless aching agony without end. A razor, slashing through the delicate heart, bleeding away crimson warmth and hope. The pain from the lies that had been told had cut even deeper than any sharp instrument ever could. That laugh. That terrible laugh. It had scorched and left a scar that would never fade. It hurt. It hurt so much.

“Why save me?” He whispered on the warm wind that fluttered through his hair. It smelled of roses and ash. “Why save me at all?”

“Because,” a deep voice chuckled from behind him. The blood froze in his veins. It was so cold and filled with icy malice that burned like a great flame. “Death is an end to suffering, and I simply can’t allow that.”

The tears streamed from his blue eyes in the silver moonlight. “I don’t understand. How could you do this to me? I’ve done nothing to you. I…”

“Poor and foolish little boy,” the tall figure laughed from behind. He could hear the hiss from his cloak and that long shadow was all encompassing. He stiffened when those frigid fingers gently gripped his shoulders. That wintry voice whispered in his ear like the chilling fingers of the grave. “You are just a tool. You’re merely a little pawn in which I may move around to my liking in order to further my goals in this tiny little world that had once meant so much to me.”

He squeezed his eyes shut against the flood of tears, trembling as the bigger man rested his chin upon top his head. Those powerful arms moved and wrapped themselves around him, pulling him back against that crystal hard body. There was no warmth. He felt like snow. How could he say such horrible things and be so tender with him? It was cruel and contradictory. It only made the tears flow from his eyes like streams down his smooth cheeks. He wanted to hate him. He wanted to hate him with all his heart. This man…this beast…had killed his best friend in the whole world. This monster had ruined his life.

“Oh, Albert,” the count chuckled, squeezing his smaller frame with such gentle care. “You’re so easy to manipulate, and you’re even lovelier to look upon when you’re crying.”

Molten blue eyes looked up at the moon in the sky. It looked like a skull. It always had. The silver face of immortal Death was looming down at him with a malicious sneer.

The count’s shimmering cloak enveloped him like dark wings. He smelled intoxicatingly sweet. The man was a demon. A demon he couldn’t seem to resist no matter how hard he tried to do so. The count was like a needle to an addict. He wanted to feel that delightful prick again and again as the drug filled him.

“Do you wish to know the pain which lies like a sleeping volcano within my stilled heart, Albert?” The count asked him. Albert knew from his studies that volcanoes never truly slept. They were always raging and warring deep below the calm surface, waiting for the pressure to finally give. “If you do, then turn around and look upon my face.”

The breath froze like ice in his lungs. He was suddenly terrified. Could he look upon the pain that had driven a man to commit such unspeakable acts of vengeance? Would his mind…would his heart survive it?

His body slowly began to move on its own accord. He had no control over what his body was doing. It was like his spirit had completely shut out the minds flight response to flee.

He looked up into those sorrowful mismatched eyes that were gazing down into him from within a hauntingly disturbing handsome face. He reached up and gently cupped a cold and silky smooth cheek with a warm caress.

That shimmering violet marking opened its glowing eyes, filling his mind with images that had him shaking as if with fever. He tried to close his eyes against the sight of an innocent man being damned and losing his mind. He tried to close his ears against the shattering sound of a beautiful heart that was slowly dying in darkness. It hurt him. It was hurting him so much. There was so much pain, so much rage, and so much hate.

“Count,” he whispered, slumping against his still chest. He could feel that cold darkness coming for him. He gripped that soft lace and silk shirt with what strength he had. He felt the icy tears splash like rain against his forehead. “Please…don’t cry…Count.”

The count’s eyes widened and Albert softly smiled. His eyes rolled up in his head and the count embraced him ever so closely.

“Oh, Albert,” he cooed, planting a kiss under the unconscious teen’s left eye. The tears were salty upon his tongue. He was instantly reminded of the ocean. “Now that you have seen what lies beneath, I can never let you go.”

He lifted the young man up into his arms, carrying him to where his black horse-drawn carriage was awaiting him. No, he could never let this bright and innocent soul go free ever again. He couldn’t help but smile as he gazed into Albert’s sleeping face, gently wiping away his precious tears. He would give him priceless jewels in return for every tear he had spilled over him. The boy was now his. His body, his mind, his heart, and his soul now belonged all to him.

He laughed as the carriage raced through the bitter darkness of his eternal night. The gates of Hell were opening and he had souls to cast into that merciless abyss.

TBC…

Please review if you liked. I really want to hear what my precious readers have to say. I just finished watching this anime, and I instantly fell in love with it.

Flora.