Author: Killian
Title: The Blood Four: Killing Me Softly
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Original character concept belongs to Melinda Metz and Jason Katims. My characters are mine.

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Summary: This is a spinoff tale from my story The Blood Four. The link to The Blood Four is below.

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I have been asked about Vilondra and Khivar's story it wasn't until this weekend that I got inspired. The title 'Killing Me Softly' is a song by Roberta Flack although it may be better known by the remake The Fugees did of it a few years ago. I listened to it and heard Vilondra and this is what she had to say...



Killing Me Softly


I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly, killing me softly

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly, killing me softly


Many have wondered how I came to be involved with Khivar the minion of the Dark Lord. It started simply enough I met him at a party. His voice drew me in it reverberated within my soul. I listened to him speak the passion in his beliefs underlying every word. I arranged an introduction to meet this upstart politician who my family hated. Who knew he would be the one to awaken me.

For the first time I understood the connection between Zan and Sioneva. I had always been awed, envious, and even scared of the bond between them. Now I began to understand the depths of agony my brother was in being separated from Sioneva. I vowed right then that nothing was going to come between Khivar and I. We danced all night talking of nothing everything intoxicated is too tame of a word to describe how I felt.

Knowing how my family felt we tried to keep our relationship as low key as possible but I was young and in love and wanted everyone to know. At first my family thought it was just a flirtation and I would be over it soon but months went by with no end in sight. At different times all of my friends and family approached me trying to talk ‘sense’ into me. Their favorite phrases to describe Khivar were ‘to old, to poor, to low ranking’ it frustrated me to no end. It was his politics they disapproved of for he was a rising member of the opposition party. Khivar was brilliant sharp of mind and wit his fortunes continually rising.

I wanted my family to get to know him the person not the politician. I begged my brother to at least try for my sake to not deny me what he had lost. But nothing Khivar or I tried moved my family towards acceptance. I moved out of the palace and into one of the royal properties in the city. I was determined to fight to be with Khivar so I began distancing myself from my family.

Father decided there was only one option he had left order me to marry someone else. I was too young to marry without consent and account of my royal status I couldn’t marry without consent of the king basically I was screwed. Father called me to his presence chamber and informed me I was marrying Rath. I refused of course but not even I could disobey a direct order from my king.

Zan sent the palace guard to Khivar’s to bring me to the palace. The guards brought me clad only in a robe to the Throne Room. I can remember it so clearly Zan was trembling with emotion and Rath was still as stone. Zan was sitting on the throne staring at me with rage filled eyes and Rath stood to his right his countenance devoid of emotion. I didn’t even give them a chance to talk I was angry, ashamed, and so bitter. Ye gods the things I said to them and neither said a word until I was a crying heap on the floor.

“Are you quite finished…wife?” I looked up at Rath and in that moment knew him for the first time. I saw in him the warrior the general the cold-blooded killer he was reputed to be. He then explained in the barest of terms what had transpired since I left the wedding. Rath went to our rooms in search of me after the wedding and I was nowhere to be found. He was terrified something had happened to me so he went to Zan for help. Father overheard them talking and sent the palace guard out to find me and report back.

When the palace guards arrived at Khivar’s house his guardsmen refused them entrance causing a commotion in the streets. The news spread like wildfire that Princess Vilondra was found with her lover on her wedding night. The captain of the palace guard had the unenviable task of telling the king his daughter had been found in another man’s bed. Upon hearing the news father quickly went from shock to disbelief to all out rage. He began screaming for his personal guard ranting and raving all the while about my disgraceful behavior. He dropped dead mid rant. In that instant I became a minor concern. Zan, Ava, and Rath worked tirelessly all night assembling the High Council to witness the Granolith confirm Zan as king. By dawn Antar had a new king and a confirmed government.

I know they watched my face as the emotions played across my face. They watched as each fact lashed at me like a whip bowing me in grief and shame. I thought about the chain of events I had set into motion by my spiteful actions.

He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn’t there
But he was there this stranger
Singing clear and strong
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly, killing me softly

Killing me softly with his kiss
Killing me softly with his touch
Killing me softly with his love
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly, killing me softly


When I arrived on Khivar’s doorstep on my wedding night he assumed I couldn’t go through with the marriage. He was overjoyed that I hadn’t betrayed our love, our vows, and our very selves by marrying Rath. We spent the night reveling in each other taking the final step to cement our relationship. I didn’t tell him until the next day that I had married Rath. Khivar’s passion runs deep he feels everything with such intensity and in his eyes I had committed the ultimate betrayal. I didn’t know the fury I had just unleashed for the palace guards arrived to take me to the palace.

I sat before Zan and Rath taking in all they told me. Zan told me I was faced with a choice I could assume my rightful place by his side and in his government or I could choose to stay with Khivar and be stripped of it all. I knew my place was with my family what my destiny was to be but I yearned for Khivar for my love. I stayed and on the surface everything was okay but in private it was hellish. Rath could hardly look at me much less touch me nor would he until we were sure I wasn’t pregnant with Khivar’s child. But Rath knew I didn’t want to be there or with him and our relationship remained icy.

As the months went by I craved Khivar I became reckless purposely going places I knew he would be. I tried talking to him begging him for forgiveness but he wouldn’t listen for the longest time. Finally the day came when he sent word for me to meet him. I dressed so carefully wanting to look my best for him. I told him I would give it all up for him if he still wanted me. His eyes lit with some emotion I couldn’t then define. He suggested we go to the palace immediately and tell Zan. His guard went with us so Zan and Rath wouldn’t stop me.

When we arrived Zan, Ava, and Rath were waiting for us. I was holding on to Khivar so tightly I could hardly stand I was so scared. Before I had a chance to begin I heard a shot and watched in horror as Zan crumpled to the floor then Rath and then Ava. I took a step away looking up at Khivar’s face uncomprehendingly.

Khivar gazed upon Vilondra with something akin to regret, “I could never have one such as you as a wife for you betrayed your own blood, your own king. No, I could never trust you again.” He then pulled the trigger killing her instantly.

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly, killing me softly



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