"Bloody Betrayal"
   by Sara Jaye



Well, here it is. The alternate-ending version of "Trapped". As said in 
the disclaimer for that one, this story does not have the romantic scenes at 
the end. This one is truly morbid. Zoicite's death is NOT just a dream this 
time...

[Disclaimers: Sailor Moon is the property of Naoko Takeuchi and Toei 
animation. None of the characters belong to me-well, 'cept Zoicite and 
Malachite, whom I stole from DiC.
This story is depressing, very morbid, and contains mild lime 
content/implications, so if that kind of thing bothers you, you may want to 
close this window. Otherwise, enjoy!]



"How could you?"

Her cry of astonishment pierced through him like a knife. He felt shamed, 
guilty...barely able to look at her.

"Zoicite, I didn;t mean anything by it, I swear..."

She wouldn't even turn in his direction. Her heart felt as if it had been 
torn to shreds. By the one person she loved more than anything...the one she 
was so sure she could count on, who would never betray her.

But he had.

With another woman.

And one who hated her with a passion.

"Oh, let her alone, Malachite. It's her loss," the redhead smirked.

Malachite, still a bit dazed from what had happened, looked at the 
self-satisfied queen, then Zoicite, then back again. What had happened, 
moments ago...what had caused this? Slowly, the image of a bedroom registered 
in his mind...he was there, and so was some woman...he saw red...a familiar 
shade of red...

The same shade of red Queen Beryl's hair was.

The 2 of them had little to no clothes on and were caught in a passionate 
kiss...

And that's when it hit him.

He'd slept with Queen Beryl. She'd seduced him, and Zoicite had seen them.

Malachite felt sick. He loved Zoicite so much, she was everything to him. 
How could he have done something so cruel to her? He swallowed the lump 
forming in his throat and cautiously placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Oh Zoicite...I'm so sorry, I didn't know what was going on...I-I swear 
it, I didn't mean for this to happen...can you ever forgive me?

She whirled around, copper-blonde ponytail flying out behind her, and 
slapped him hard across the face.

"I hate you!" she screamed.

"Zoicite, please!"

"I never want to see you again!"

"Oh, Zoicite, you know I love you, I'd never hurt you on purpose."

"I can't believe I ever trusted you! I loved you with all my heart and 
soul, and you betrayed me! I thought I'd found someone I could count 
on...that you were the one person who truly cared for me and wouldn't hurt 
me..." Zoicite was shaking badly as tears streamed down her face.

"I do love you...I still care for you and I'd never dream of hurting you 
in any way..."

She only ignored him.

"I'm so sorry, Zoicite. It looks as if you just weren't meant to have 
love," Queen Beryl sneered, her voice dripping with cruel sarcasm.

"Then I hope you two are very happy together," Zoicite snapped. Tearing 
open the cuff of her jacket, she grasped the thin silver bracelet he had 
given her and yanked it off, then hurled it at him before turning sharply on 
her heel and running away into the darkness.

Malachite looked down at the bracelet just thrown at him. He had given it 
to her 3 months after they had gotten together...it was even engraved. Barely 
able to keep from trembling as he held the chain tightly in his hand, he 
threw an icy, murderous glare at Queen Beryl before he ran off after his 
love, tears stinging his eyes. How could he have done something like this? 
Allowed himself to fall under Queen Beryl's spell, to betray the one person 
who truly believed in him? As he reached their bedroom, he prayed he would be 
able to stop her before she did anything drastic...just seeing that look in 
her eyes worried him...what if she'd already done something? He was so sure 
she would..."Please let me be wrong...please let her be okay..." he whispered 
under his breath as he opened the door.

Unfortunately, he was right.

He opened the door just in time to see Zoicite plunge the blade of her 
sword into her chest and fall to her knees. The color drained from his face 
and he felt as if he was going to be sick. He felt a stab of pain in his 
chest as he saw Zoicite collapse to the floor, sword still in her chest, and 
with her dying breath, whisper:

"I...love...you...Malachite."

Upon saying those 4 words, her beautiful green eyes closed for the last 
time.

Malachite broke out of his frozen horror and ran to her. "NO!" he cried. 
He removed the sword from her chest and gathered her in his arms. Tears ran 
down his cheeks as he held his lost love close to him. "Zoicite...oh, 
Zoicite, how could I have been such a horrible bastard? I should never have 
let any of this happen...I-I-I can't believe I was so stupid...gomen nasai, 
my Zoicite...I love you...I always will..." he sobbed, his shoulders shaking 
with every breath. Pain shot through his chest again as his heart broke into 
a million shards, which tore away at him inside. He had just lost half of his 
soul, thanks to that horrid bitch who dared call herself a queen...not to 
mention his own stupidity. He didn't know what hurt him the most-knowing 
Zoicite was gone, that she had ended her own life, or that he had seen it 
happen.

No. As much as those hurt none of them compared to the fact that it was 
his fault. That he, Malachite, had caused the suicide of his love.

"Zoi..." he sobbed as he held her lifeless body against him. He felt 
completely numb except for the pain wrenching at his heart, the intense 
self-hatred. He had been raped both mentally, emotionally, and physically. He 
had betrayed Zoicite in the worst possible way...he knew how much Beryl hated 
her.

'So in truth, she killed you,' he thought. She had flat out said she did 
not approve of the relationship between them, and there was the constant 
nagging fear that she would try to break them up. Now it had been confirmed. 
She'd broken them up, all right...forever.

"This is all Beryl's fault...I hate her...I hate her so much, I want to 
kill that bitch!" Malachite said under his breath, tears dripping down his 
cheeks. It's all her fault, he repeated over and over in his mind. But try as 
he may, he couldn't run away from the truth...Beryl may have planned this 
whole thing, but it wasn't entirely her fault.

"No...it was all my fault..." Malachite whispered. "I could have easily 
avoided this, could have said no, walked away before she could try 
anything...I was weak, I allowed her to play with my mind..." As it sank in 
completely, his eyes overflowed once more as the reality tore mercilessly at 
what was left of his soul.

"I might as well have taken that sword and stabbed you myself," he 
sobbed. "I killed you. The moment I let Beryl lure me into her trap." His 
shoulders shook violently with the heart-wrenching sobs that wracked him. 
"I'm so sorry...I failed as your protector, your teacher, and your 
lover...Zoicite...I'm so sorry I failed you, my love...I'm so sorry..."

Zoicite had been the one person who cared for him when no one else did. 
The first person to believe in him. Zoicite's love for him was unconditional, 
as her trust...

He had broken that. And he would never have a chance to mend it.

"I've no reason to continue now. The only reason I had is gone...gone 
forever. And it's all my fault," he muttered. He slowly got up, lay Zoicite's 
motionless body on their bed, then stepped over to the mirror above his desk, 
glaring at the reflection.

'You idiot,' he thought. 'What the hell made you ever think you had a 
chance to begin with? Why did you even try? You know very well no one could 
love you in the first place, let alone as much as Zoicite did...no, she 
didn't love you. She couldn't have, you were lucky she even considered you a 
friend. You were so cold to her, no wonder she assumed you hated her in the 
beginning. You don't deserve her, you fucking cold-hearted bastard. You never 
did, and this more than proves it. You disgust me.'

"I never deserved you, Zoi-chan," he said out loud. "If I ever did, then 
you'd still be here with me. We'd still be together."

Sighing, he looked away from the mirror and at the sword that still lay 
on the floor. The blade was still coated with the blood of his love. He knelt 
down and gingerly picked it up, just staring at it for a long moment.

"There's no reason for me to be here anymore," he said. He didn't even 
think, just looked once more at the fallen Zoicite before he fell to his 
knees and drove the sword into his chest, not feeling the pain and just 
faintly aware of the blood running down his torso. With his remaining 
strength, he reached up and grasped Zoicite's limp hand in his own.

"I love you, Zoi-chan...I will be with you soon," he whispered. The world 
around him faded to black as his weary eyes closed. As his body went limp, 
the silver bracelet in his hand slipped through his fingers and dropped to 
the floor.

Hanging from the chain was a small silver charm...a sakura blossom. His 
favorite flower. The engravement read:

'My love for you is one that will never die, Zoi-chan. Forever yours, 
Malachite.'

Ironic as it may seem, that promise had been kept.

End

Finally, about...I dunno, a month after the original story, the 
second ending version is finally finished! Just need to get the 
Kunzite&Zoisite revision done, and I'll have one (Two?) less fanfics to 
worry about!

But DAMN, the second suicide fanfic in a row I've written...and then the 
revision...still, I DID begin writing this one before I even thought of 
"Worthless", and "Worthless" was all spur-of-the-moment...but then again, I 
DID get back to finishing this when I was having one of my episodes Friday 
night...

I'll shut up now.

Ja ne!