An Antebellum Sunset*Epilogue*Atsushi/Uruha
Title: An Antebellum Sunset
Chapters: Epilogue
Author: gimbat_ash
Genre: Horror, Historical
Warnings: violence, rape, mild het
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Astushi (Buck-Tick)/Uruha, Atsushi/OC
Synopsis: The year is 1841. Rory (Uruha) Scarborough’s father owns a large plantation in North Carolina. One day Uruha will inherit the plantation but he is a less than ideal heir. He’s an musician with his head in the clouds. His life is thoroughly boring until someone buys a nearby plantation, changing Uruha’s life forever.
Disclaimer: I own Gazette only in my strange, sad little brain. I wanna be Atsushi when I grow up though!!! My parents are thrilled…
It’s the spring of my 310th year on this earth and by now I don’t even notice the beauty of the world around me. Today however, I can’t help but do just that. The blossoming trees seem so right, as though the casket I follow through the cemetery cannot contain the beauty resting therein.
Uruha was the loveliest creature I’ve even laid eyes upon. It’s a shame my time with him was so short, but he was too beautiful and too intelligent for this world. There is too much power in that combination. So I say farewell and content myself with his other sister. I hope for her sake she isn’t as smart as her siblings were.
Marie found out my secret too. She seemed the dumbest of the three but I now see that that’s still quite smart. She noticed that I was always gone during the day and I told her I was working and shouldn’t be disturbed. Early that fateful morning, the willful girl came to me anyway and saw the coffin, even opened it. The sunlight from the window began to burn my skin. Roused from my slumber, I closed the drapes. I knew she had to go and so I drank her blood, drank it until she died. Seeming distraught and concocting a story was all too easy. Untimely deaths happen every day after all.
Killing Uruha saddened me far more. I wish he fell fully under my hypnosis. I wish he could have accepted me and become my human minion. I would have taken such good care of him, given him everything he could ever want. When I saw the way he looked at me at Marie’s funeral, I knew that could never be. He too was willful. Marie seemed stupid; Uruha seemed weak. I know now that these Scarboroughs are more than they seem. I know this with utter certainly as I watch the last bit of dirt fall into place over Uruha’s grave.
After I killed the boy, I took his body and dumped it into a deep river bed. I was careful to throw that blasted necklace down there with him. If searchers didn’t find it near the body, they’d know something was amiss. When they did find him, everyone mourned the loss. Some think he fell down there in the dim evening light. Others think it was suicide. I don’t care what they think. No one thinks I killed him and that’s what’s important. On the contrary, they offer me their deepest condolences at losing a dear friend so soon after losing my wife.
As the throng of people that loved Uruha head away from the cemetery to drown their sorrow in food and drink, Eleanor approaches me. I can’t hold back my smile at the sight of her. I have one more Scarborough left and she has the same understated beauty as her brother. Her eyes shine with unshed tears and I open my arms to her invitingly. She runs to me and sobs into my chest. Oh, how I wish this were Uruha I hold. I chide myself. There is no point in dwelling on things I cannot change. I have an eternity ahead of me and many things will pass away in that time.
“Darcey,” Eleanor’s muffled voice speaks my name. I place a finger under her chin and lift her face so I can see it properly.
“What is it, my dearest?”
She steps back and takes a moment to compose herself.
“Darcey, I can’t marry you. I…I can’t be here anymore, not with Uruha and Marie gone. I’ve made plans to live with my aunt and uncle in Asheville.”
I didn’t anticipate this! Asheville is in the mountains, hundreds of miles away. Perhaps…
“Perhaps I can go with you. We can start a new life there.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t and that’s final. I just can’t. I’m sorry.”
“But I love you!” It’s worth a try. If anything will make her stay, that would.
“I don’t…think you do.” My heart would have stopped if it were beating to begin with. She looks so like Uruha, the way her eyes narrow and the brow furrows ever so slightly. But what is that? It’s that cross! She wears Uruha’s cross charm around her neck on a new chain. It glints in the sunlight the same way Uruha’s eyes might glint with mirth.
I’ve lost, havn’t I? I subdued and killed that boy but he won and, wherever he is, he knows it. He knows that his beauty will haunt me all my endless nights. He knows he saved Eleanor.
Chapters: Epilogue
Author: gimbat_ash
Genre: Horror, Historical
Warnings: violence, rape, mild het
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Astushi (Buck-Tick)/Uruha, Atsushi/OC
Synopsis: The year is 1841. Rory (Uruha) Scarborough’s father owns a large plantation in North Carolina. One day Uruha will inherit the plantation but he is a less than ideal heir. He’s an musician with his head in the clouds. His life is thoroughly boring until someone buys a nearby plantation, changing Uruha’s life forever.
Disclaimer: I own Gazette only in my strange, sad little brain. I wanna be Atsushi when I grow up though!!! My parents are thrilled…
It’s the spring of my 310th year on this earth and by now I don’t even notice the beauty of the world around me. Today however, I can’t help but do just that. The blossoming trees seem so right, as though the casket I follow through the cemetery cannot contain the beauty resting therein.
Uruha was the loveliest creature I’ve even laid eyes upon. It’s a shame my time with him was so short, but he was too beautiful and too intelligent for this world. There is too much power in that combination. So I say farewell and content myself with his other sister. I hope for her sake she isn’t as smart as her siblings were.
Marie found out my secret too. She seemed the dumbest of the three but I now see that that’s still quite smart. She noticed that I was always gone during the day and I told her I was working and shouldn’t be disturbed. Early that fateful morning, the willful girl came to me anyway and saw the coffin, even opened it. The sunlight from the window began to burn my skin. Roused from my slumber, I closed the drapes. I knew she had to go and so I drank her blood, drank it until she died. Seeming distraught and concocting a story was all too easy. Untimely deaths happen every day after all.
Killing Uruha saddened me far more. I wish he fell fully under my hypnosis. I wish he could have accepted me and become my human minion. I would have taken such good care of him, given him everything he could ever want. When I saw the way he looked at me at Marie’s funeral, I knew that could never be. He too was willful. Marie seemed stupid; Uruha seemed weak. I know now that these Scarboroughs are more than they seem. I know this with utter certainly as I watch the last bit of dirt fall into place over Uruha’s grave.
After I killed the boy, I took his body and dumped it into a deep river bed. I was careful to throw that blasted necklace down there with him. If searchers didn’t find it near the body, they’d know something was amiss. When they did find him, everyone mourned the loss. Some think he fell down there in the dim evening light. Others think it was suicide. I don’t care what they think. No one thinks I killed him and that’s what’s important. On the contrary, they offer me their deepest condolences at losing a dear friend so soon after losing my wife.
As the throng of people that loved Uruha head away from the cemetery to drown their sorrow in food and drink, Eleanor approaches me. I can’t hold back my smile at the sight of her. I have one more Scarborough left and she has the same understated beauty as her brother. Her eyes shine with unshed tears and I open my arms to her invitingly. She runs to me and sobs into my chest. Oh, how I wish this were Uruha I hold. I chide myself. There is no point in dwelling on things I cannot change. I have an eternity ahead of me and many things will pass away in that time.
“Darcey,” Eleanor’s muffled voice speaks my name. I place a finger under her chin and lift her face so I can see it properly.
“What is it, my dearest?”
She steps back and takes a moment to compose herself.
“Darcey, I can’t marry you. I…I can’t be here anymore, not with Uruha and Marie gone. I’ve made plans to live with my aunt and uncle in Asheville.”
I didn’t anticipate this! Asheville is in the mountains, hundreds of miles away. Perhaps…
“Perhaps I can go with you. We can start a new life there.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t and that’s final. I just can’t. I’m sorry.”
“But I love you!” It’s worth a try. If anything will make her stay, that would.
“I don’t…think you do.” My heart would have stopped if it were beating to begin with. She looks so like Uruha, the way her eyes narrow and the brow furrows ever so slightly. But what is that? It’s that cross! She wears Uruha’s cross charm around her neck on a new chain. It glints in the sunlight the same way Uruha’s eyes might glint with mirth.
I’ve lost, havn’t I? I subdued and killed that boy but he won and, wherever he is, he knows it. He knows that his beauty will haunt me all my endless nights. He knows he saved Eleanor.