Wolf had lost it all. The woman he loved was taken from him, when all he could do was watch her slip away, and his brother was the reason why.
Wolf heads out to hunt his brother down, killing anyone that gets in his way.
Will he be lost, or will s...
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"I'm a nurse, I know how bad it is..."
The first words she ever spoke to me echoed through my head as the screams echoed around the room.
I had caught up with little Eric a few days ago, we had spent that time together getting to know one another while I removed things he just didn't need from his body. So far he had lost some skin and his toes, and now I was moving onto his fingers.
Eric had thought that the blood loss would be the thing to kill him, but he seemed to forget who I was. I wasn't going to let him get away with what he did by dying from something as simple as blood loss.
He was going to hurt.
He was going to scream.
He was going to pay for taking the only person I loved away from me.
~oOo~
"You're too good for someone like me."
"How can anyone say that about someone else? How do you know that I'm too good for you, and what makes you think that you aren't good enough?"
"I can say it, 'cos it's the truth. You and me, we're complete opposites. You're innocent, and I'm so far from it that I can't even remember what it feels like."
"How do you know I'm innocent? Huh? You can't say that I am when you know nothing about me."
"I know that compared to me you're innocent."
"How?"
"Because only a demon could recognise an angel when he sees one."
~oOo~
I had been right, she was too good for me. I just didn't think that she would be taken away from me like this. I thought she would leave me, go on to live a happy, safe life without me. But she didn't get the chance.
Maybe I should have listened to Flick and stayed away from her.
She'd be alive if I had left her alone.
I'd be able to go and check up on her from time to time to make sure she was okay. That her new man treated her right. I'd make sure that she was safe.
Not that I'd done a great job of keeping her safe while she was with me.
I'd gotten her killed. I wasn't fast enough, or strong enough, or smart enough, to save her.
I crouched in front of Eric, he looked a lot different from when he was at the club house. Probably because I'd taken my rage out on him, starved him, cut him, treated him the way he deserved to be treated.
Like he was nothing.
He had started to waste away, losing some of the tight muscle he had over his body. His training with Flick had built him up from scraggly teenager, to toned man. But all of that was disappearing now. He hadn't had anything to eat in days, the water he got was the bare minimum to keep a human being alive.
