A Love Soaked In Blood

chapter 27

Elias and I are sitting on the sofa, silent.
Half of my magic has already been restored and Elias even gave me some of his so I'm less tired but he is...it has been ten minutes, he keeps locking and unlocking his hands and his legs are shaking
"Elias" I say softly
He blows out a breath then runs a hand in his hair "not all werewolves lose control as I do" he starts "only 50% and all of them are males, the other 50% can keep control just fine without the need for spells" he stares at the wall with his elbows on his knees, his lips are trembling and his hands form fists "I had a sister, she was younger than me by five years, she died when she was nine...no, she was killed"
"Killed?" What possibly got her killed? Humans weren't hunting us back then
"I killed her" he faces me, waiting for what I think is for me to accuse, to yell or pull away
Instead, I reach for his hand
"You didn't" I say with certainty
"No Sylvia you don't understand--"
"Was it truly you?" I palm his chest "or was it that wolf?" I've seen it in father, what happens when our being takes over and lashes out. He killed hundreds, blew me away and slammed his friend. That wasn't my father, but the lord of vampires.
He places his hand over mine, his eyes fall shut "werewolves aren't able to transform before puberty and the first time they do is usually disastrous, mine was more than a mere disaster"
"I was 14" his voice is low "the first time I transformed I felt like I was completely blocked, as if the wolf in me was acting on its own and I'm just watching. I raged, caused a mess, injured and frightened a lot, but not my sister, she was the only one who wasn't afraid, she stood there in front of me, not caring at all to the other's who were shouting at her to run. She always did what she want without a slightest care about anyone else" he smiles bitterly "just like you"
I see it, the hurt, the regret, the sorrow, like hands of shadows are tugging at him and pulling him down to drown in a black sea of his misery
"She splayed her arms and yelled at me to come back to my senses, that she wants her kind brother back and not that big wolf. That's the last thing she said before my claws bored through her heart" he leans back and covers his eyes with his arm "the sight of her falling in a pool of her blood shocked me at the core and caused me to regain my senses and transform back, I tried to save her but it was a dead end. My parents disowned me and wanted me to leave but before that father made sure I never forget what I did"
"The scar" I whisper, his pain penetrates through me and it's so heavy
He nods "he put his sword in the fireplace for some minutes till its end was orange and sliced my back" he lets out a sarcastic, low laugh "I hope this pain hunts you forever. That's what he said to me" he shakes his head with another laugh "I was feared, the werewolves avoided me that I felt like an outcast, my name was always in there whispers and murmurs. I've been on my own till Ikaros took me in"
He agreed to the blood contract for the sake of the werewolves but they treated him as a stranger. I've seen how they were looking at him, some eyes were full of hatred while others had glimpses of terror when we were in the west. I assumed it's because he was with me and father but...
This is too much to carry, they treated him as a killer, he lost his sister and his parents left him, all for a kill he never intended. They surly went through the same why don't they understand him? Who would want to kill his sister willingly?
My heart aches as I reach for him "I'm sorry this happened"
"Perhaps I'm really what the humans call us, a monster"
I wrap my arms around him and his head falls on my shoulder "we all have that monster inside of us but we choose not to let it win and take over us, you were just a kid back then it must have been difficult" I whisper, an old memory dusts itself clear "I'm sorry" there was a time when I lost control, according to father I was twelve when I suddenly lashed out at my mother. I scarred her beautiful face.
His body is shaking against mine before he clutches my back forcefully. Before I feel a wetness on my shoulder.