When ever I try and write/finish a chapter to one of my stories, another one pops into my head. Oh well. This new one wandered in and has started to take over. I'm already up to chapter 3, so I'm gonna do the very best that I can with this.

Oh, one more note. This story was mainly inspired by the very lovely ElliotLeo works by Sin2A4S-in on DA, and by the very elegant poems/stories of Edgar Allan Poe.

All I can say is, every wish has its price.

I do not own Pandora Hearts in any way.

Prologue: Wish

The pain that erupted in his midsection, spreading like a shockwave across his frail body, was nearly unbearable. Crimson blood seeped out of the wound inflicted upon him and soaked through his formal clothes, staining the grey jacket with the red color that flowed through his veins.

Purple eyes, so dark that they were nearly black, were wide with the shock of what had transpired in the time frame of a second. However, to the noirette, that split second moment had seemed much longer than a single second.

Chains flashed. Blood splattered into the air. The blond looked on in horror.

A second; That's how long it took.

Leo Baskerville, the young heir to the Baskerville clan and the next container for Glen Baskerville's soul, fell backwards as the chain recoilded away. His body quickly met the hard ground, only adding more to his pain. Around him the world had blurred and the noirette could already feel blood pooling around him and seep into his mouth, drizzling out of a corner and down his pale cheek.

"W-why...?" A voice stammered in horror, virutally stunned by what he had done. "Why did you do that, Jack?"

'Oz-kun?' The now disjointed thoughts of Leo wondered. 'You didn't mean that...did you?'

There wasn't really anything else for him but to come to this conclusion; his breathing was becoming shallow and his poor heart pounded painfuly inside his chest. Small black dots had started to wander into his vision, mixing in with those cursed golden ones.

Leo couldn't move, and the blood continued to flow, staining the green grass.

'Is this it?' He was losing all feeling, all hearing. 'Will I die here in the courtyard?'

"Stop this, Leo!"

'I couldn't even...'

"I'm sorry, Leo."

'...fufill my goal; elimiate the Intention of the Abyss.'

"I want you to be my servant."

'Elliot. Oh, Elliot...'

He felt numb all over, and the darkness was threatening to consume him. But, even then, he didn't have the will to fight that.

This would be the end for Leo. There was still enough left in him to utter one word though.

"Sorry."

"Hello?" A young girl's voice called out. "Are you there?"

Someone was poking his forehead, which was quite iritating. It made him stir and crack one eye open.

At first, he didn't know who it was, but amidst the swirling golden lights, he reconized the person looking down upon him.

The Intention of the Abyss.

"You!" Leo gasped, his first insinct being to promtly blot upright, almost smacking heads with the girl. His action was stopped however as he felt a firey pain tear up through his torso, originating just below his ribcage. A sharp, and almost breathless, cry of pain escaped his lips and the noirette crashed back down to where he had laid.

"Don't get up." The Intention said softly, but almost monotone.

"Wh...where am I?" His voice rasped.

"Floating in dead space." She answered, turning her head away. "In between."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Then...am I...dead?"

"No, but horribly close to it, you selfish brat."

"Who are you calling a 'brat'?"

"Listen to me!" The Intention shouted, whipping back around. "I know of what you had planned, but, that aside, you have come here, and you can choose to ether die or to live. The only reason I have left my room and come to this emptiness between life and death is because I will grant whichever path you decide upon."

The two options swirled around in Leo's foggy mind. To die, or to live.

"You know, what that boy said was true." She spoke again. "You only wanted to destroy yourself."

'Oh! That's right.' The memories of days gone by flashed by his eyes. 'Maybe...I do. If...if Elliot is gone, and I'm the one at fault...then...then...there's nothing left. Maybe I should die.'

Just as his dark, and potentially suicidal, thoughts overtook his mind completely, a certain fact dawned upon him.

"What do you choose?" The Intention cooed.

"Wait! Intention of the Abyss!" Leo's voice croaked. "You grant...wishes, right?"

She glanced at him with eyebrows raised. "What makes you think I would?"

"You do." He continued. "Then I...I want you to grant my wish."

"Hmph. What do you want anyway?"

"I want him back."

The Intention couldn't helped but to be puzzled by this request. Never had she heard such a thing before.

"Please, I know of how you can grant wishes. So, I want him back. I want Elliot back."

"Elliot? You mean the young master who was demoned away by Humpty Dumpty?" She pondered aloud. "But he is long dead by no-"

"I know that, but hear me out!" His body throbbed with all this energy he was wasting, but he wanted her to hear this wish, even if it was out of a hopeless desperation. "Turn back time, make it so he never had that Chain that slaughtered his family."

"You really wish for this?"

Leo nodded weakly. "Yes. Please, do it. I don't care how, just do it."

His voice then gave out and he could say no more, only lay there, panting from exhaustion.

"Okay."

A spark of hope burst forth from within Leo at her answer. "You will?"

"I can do this, but, every wish comes with its price. I hope your prepared to face that reality."

"Thank you."

As he spoke those words, a light appeared in the black sky above Leo, nearly blinding him, but to a point that he had to shut his eyes. He had still lost consciousness though, but his wish was about to be granted.

Like the Intention said though, every wish comes with a price.