Elliere Braim

2.7 Phone Calls

It turned out Mercy wanted to get rid of him. Not literally, but she did state she had work and that she'd like to process everything that had happened so far. Elliere agreed easily, he too wanted to think things through as he found that everything was moving along smoothly. Not only that, but he knew if he stayed around Mercy much longer without a break, he was going to break and though they would both enjoy the joining he didn't want to risk Mercy's reaction once they sealed the bond after the bliss of joining wore off. He wouldn't be able to handle it if she rejected the bond after joining. It would crush him and the ache of losing his chosen mate would stay bone deep.

Elliere was suddenly itching for a cigarette -- something he hadn't craved or wanted in Mercy's company, but now alone, he did since he didn't have her as a wonderful distraction. He wandered through his almost empty apartment in search of said death sticks. He found them on the night stand beside his bed and quickly scooped them up. He pulled one out, grabbed a lighter and ignited a flame, lighting it easily.

As he pulled a cloud of toxic smoke into his lungs, he began to search for his phone which he'd abandoned when he'd went on his date with Mercy. No one really knew him well or wanted to, so not many had his number meaning he didn't need to worry over missed calls or texts. He scooped up his phone from it's spot on the couch and saw that it had twenty-five percent battery with three missed calls. Arching a curious brow and releasing the smoke from his lungs, he clicked on his call log.

The first two calls weren't very surprising as they had names to go with them. One was Rori probably curious as to what happened after Bree gave him advice and wanted him to come over. He made a mental note to ring her back soon though he wasn't overly concerned to do so. The second call was a little odd though not strange as he had given her his number after she had dropped him off. Though he couldn't figure out what Mercy would want. He felt the need to call her, but she had said she wanted some time so he figured he'd wait a bit.

The last call was what had Elliere's attention. It didn't have a name, just a number and it was a number Elliere wasn't familiar with in the slightest. He debated on whether he should call the number back and find out or just leave it like the other calls. He inhaled another smokey drag of his cigarette, narrowing his eyes at the number as if the longer he stared the more he'd know about the odd number. As he exhaled the smoke and put out the half smoked cigarette, he decided to call the number back. His finger hit the call button and he waited as the phone began to ring.

It rang so long Elliere didn't think anyone was going to answer. He was just about to pull the phone away from his ear when he heard the click of the call connecting. No one said anything at first, not even Elliere. Instead it was someone listening intently like Elliere himself which tipped him off that the person was most likely a supernatural as it was eerily silent. Even a human simply listening would be detected by their breathing patterns, only one of supernatural blood could make their breathing virtually undetectable.

Finally, a voice spoke. "Protect what is close to you, wouldn't want someone to steal it away again."

The phone clicked, signalling whoever had been on the phone hung up and left Elliere frowning at it. The person on the phone wasn't the Lupus who had so obviously robbed him of Layla so it didn't make sense why whoever or whatever creature would say such a thing to him. The one part that did stick with him however was to protect the ones he was close to. And the only one he was truly close to right now and always would be, was Mercy.

He was immediately worried as he seen her phone call from earlier and dialed her number rapidly. It rang a few times and in those few times he had started pacing, his heart beating frantically. Finally the phone clicked and he thought he had her, but instead it was merely her voicemail. Panic began to bloom and instead of waiting until she got off work, he bolted out the door with worry clouding his every thought.

He couldn't be bothered that she wanted time to process, if she was caught and harmed because of him, he'd never forgive himself.