The Ancients (Book#1)

Ch.14- Death

Simple. Quiet. Just the simple breeze from the forest filled the air. Not a single sound to be heard, only the cold winter to be seen.

Why am I alone.

Why am I crying.

Tears, something cold, something unnatural flowed down his face. Watching the blazing fire in his eye view. The place where he met a crazy white fox, the place where he sought freedom in. Engulfed in flames, engulfed in a blue flame. Not hot by touch, but only hot to those intended for. The screams, the yells for help soon engulfed him as he came closer. Tears running down his face, stopped. His fist tightened in a ball of fury.

She stood there, with that smile.

That smile that doomed his people, the smile that made him weak, that made him... blind. Why was she here, why was she holding the white fox. Seeming to be dead weight in her clawed dragon hands. She dropped the white fox on the ground, the sound echoed through his ears, it found its way into his heart, into his head, into his soul. Nothing stopped him, no one to tell him not to kill her. His instincts took hold, and heck he let them.

The ground shaking, his every step making the ground catch a dark red and black fire. He was within ten feet of her, before he noticed someone standing beside her. A young woman wearing all black stood there, right next to that god forsaken woman, Clare. Looking at clare he saw that she still held that smile on her face. He hated it. His hate only grew as he saw the white fox try moving, blood only covering her face and body, he could sense not all of it was hers.

"Why are you here... Clare?" He let out a low growl as he asked, regretting that he asked it as the young woman in black smiled looking at the white fox. She then drew a dagger and stabbed the white fox in the heart. The look of fear, sadness soaked her eyes as the dagger gave way from her body. Clay only looked, seemed to be unfazed by it actually.

"Well damn, and here I thought if I killed your new found mate, that you would go on a killing spree like before..." But before Clare could say another word, Clay was staring at her with piercing gold eyes.

"She wasn't "My mate", she was only someone to keep the bed warm... but.." He stopped and looked at the village burning behind them. "You made one big mistake."

"May I ask what that mistake is Clay." Her voice seemed to be full of pulled back fear as she tried to keep eye contact with him.

"The fact that you showed your face to me... and the fact that you... and your young companion over there, decided to harm the town's people." His hand lifted with a finger pointing at Clare and his eyes looking at the village engulfed in blue flames. "Your not gonna get it out of me... I made sure I locked it up, for good this time." Clares eyes quivered by his answer.

"You... locked it away." Her voice almost sounded sympathetic, but she only grinned more. "Your a fool Clay Hunter. You're going to die one as well it seems." She held out her hand to the young lady standing next to her, as to if she was presenting her. "I offer you a gift, as you humans call it I believe. I offer you this..." Clay's eyes changed to a red and his skill scaled over with black and red aura.

"I don't need your pitiful "Gifts", your lies don't affect me Clare, and here I thought you learned from your first mistake." He smiled and waved his hand at her. "I will be leaving now... I don't need to deal with you, or the capital anymore. After all it's bad on my soul, I don't plan on dying at my young age Clare." He looked at the young woman standing beside Clare, he only glanced at her before he turned away.

"You're really gonna turn away from an enemy. Well it seems you forgot who I am." Her voice only seemed to make him think twice, but it was too late. A knife embedded into his back. Clare stood there with a bloodied dagger and smiled at the look of blood from him. "Well it looks like your gonna die after all... Clay." She backed away taking the dagger with her, his blood warm on the blade, she held it to her mouth and licked the blade with sincere happiness on her face. Clay grasped his back side with his hand, looking at the blood that flowed over his hand. Wincing at the site, he looked around, noticing Clare was watching, actually waiting for him to die before she left.

"Damn." Was all he said before he ran towards the forest, but Clare didn't let him. She created a barrier around him, trapping him where he stood. Blood still flowing down his hand, it spilled to the floor and he kneeled down to one knee from the pain. Damn it! Not yet! No! I can't! His mind in a blur he looked up only to see the white fox dead on the ground in front of him. Looking suddenly up at Clare he had the expression of why written all over his face. He looked away from the body holding his mouth, and his wound.

"Oh come on, just give in, you're only a beast that needs taming nothing more. Where is that beast of a man I fell in love with in that forest. I want to meet him again, it's been awhile after all." The young girl standing next to Clare looked at Clay then looked at Clare in confusion.

"Why does he look like he's gonna barf, and how come he's so resistant to you master." That sentence alone made Clay look at Clare. Please stop! Don't tell her! Clare only smiled at Clay and looked at the girl.

"He was actually my husband in another life, believe it or not. He then awoke after two- hundred years and found himself a young wife, he had beautiful children with her, but all of it was taken away, by the king he was serving not to long ago, isn't that funny." The girl only nodded and pointed at him again.

"But that doesn't answer why he looks like he's gonna barf, and why did you put that foxes body in there, I don't see the point in your actions master." Clare smiled and patted her shoulder.

"That foxes body is in there, so he can.." She looked at Clay, she saw the begging in his eyes, but she only grinned. "So he can eat it. That's why the body is in there, believe it or not, he's actually a beast god. Isn't that amazing, my dear." A loud growl filled the air as Clay stood there with all his strength to stand.

"Why! Why are you so determined to make me turn! Why can't you get over me and find something new to play with! I will not eat her!" He pointed at the foxes body but only his body urged to eat it more. He covered his mouth again from looking at it and started to gag up only water.

"The answer is very simple Clay. I love you."

Those words made Clay's head spin, his throat feeling like a fire he only kept gagging trying to overcome the urge to eat the fox. "Please stop Clare... I beg of you... please stop." His voice full of regret, but he swallowed it down and looked at Clare head on. "If you want the beast, no, me to badly... then I give up." Clare's eyes widened.

Did she finally win.

Did she finally get him, the man she loved.

He stood there bleeding and was about to collapse, should she make him suffer or accept him, and forgive him.

He looked at her, his soul shattered.

You win Clare...