Elliere Braim

3.4 Undead

Elliere's heart feels like it about to jump straight out of his chest while an absolute feeling of dread tugged at his stomach. He was sure if he'd been in human form his mind would be going a mile a minute with thoughts, but instead in his Lupus form he only had the instinct, the urgency, to find his mate.

He was following her scent like a bloodhound on a hunt and growling viciously. All the pack Lupus flinched away from him until it was just him in the woods. He could hear some of the Lupus from the pack following as added protection, but his focus was on the shallow breathing ahead of him. The scent of the undead and the scent of fear now emanating from Mercy.

The other Lupus began growling too, some louder than others as they realized the scent too. It seemed surreal as most of them attended the Annual Gathering every year, though they always did stick to themselves. Still by them appearing there, it was suppose to symbolize some sort of peace. Of course they would only take it as a truce when in Tidus Reem's house. He'd do more than simply banish them as a Warlock.

Elliere came to a dead stop, though he very much wanted to lunge forward at the sight before him. However that very same sight is what had him rooted to the ground in horror.

Mercy was dangling, her tiptoes just brushing the ground to keep her from being strangled by the horrid creature's clawed hand around her throat. His eyes were glowing bright yellow against his pasty skin while his fangs were bared menacingly. His long dark hair and rough stubble coating his face seemed to make his appearance even more deadly, but Elliere wasn't fazed. This was a familiar face he had seen once before. The Vampire before him was a leader, not quite an Old One but he was getting there at this point in life. He was the only familiar face though out of the many that stood behind him, just daring Elliere or Yorik's pack to make a move.

"Shift back so we can talk," he spits, eyes blazing.

Elliere snarls, eyeing his captive mate once more as his heart squeezes. He wants more than anything for her to be released.

"I won't ask again!" Marcus snarls, his claws digging into Mercy's neck, drawing blood while he shakes her.

Elliere wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into Marcus' neck, but it's not an option. Not with him holding the one person, in a long time, who means the utter world to him. Baring his teeth, Elliere forces his body back into his human form.

"What do you want, Marcus?" Elliere growls, his voice loud and venomous. His eyes are trained on his wide eyed mate though, her body shaking with fear as she stares back with tears clouding her hazel eyes.

A dark chuckle seeps from Marcus' lips as he toys with Mercy, his free hand running down the side of her face causing her to shiver and Elliere to stiffen. "Don't you remember, dog? It hasn't been that long.."

Elliere tried to think hard about his past, the one with Vampires, but it was hard. It was like digging through a murky lake for a shiny coin. During his flashbacks they never featured him slaughtering pale beings with fangs; only him being changed, tortured, and watching everything he loved be taken from him.

Slowly, but surely though he recalled as he was traveling through a small town, sitting in an even smaller hotel and having a strange man walking up to him, eerily offering him the job as bounty hunter. Elliere, grieving at the time over everything he'd lost, had agreed as a spark of rage cut through him. If he could ease his hurt somehow, killing bloodsuckers was one way. It would've meant more to him to hunt down those who had murdered his pack and stole his 'mate', but they were a pack themselves and it was futile. He would die the minute he stepped foot on their land.

Elliere blinked as all the images came back... All the slaughtering, the blood, the bodies of Vampires he had slain and then the familiar face before him - Marcus - as he watched him rip apart his beloved. His mate. It was true that while Vampires didn't have a soulmate either, the one they often claimed as theirs, they made a Vampire and in doing so formed a bond. Just like the bond Elliere recently formed with Mercy though with Vampires it wasn't always a sexual bond. They could be just like a brother and sister or friends.

Oh shit...

Elliere blinked up at Marcus with wide eyes though the disgust he had for him holding Mercy was no less.

"That's right, dog. You killed my Evelyn, my love, and you didn't even think twice about doing it. I begged you for fück's sake, begged. And you still tore her apart limb from limb," Marcus spat, squeezing Mercy tighter and making her shout with pain. "And now, I'm going to return the favor so to speak and you'll feel how I do."

Elliere released a snarl then as he watched Marcus grip Mercy with more force, causing her to scream loudly. "Marcus.."

"No! You deserve this! You took Evelyn away from me, it's only fair!" He snapped, eyes glowing an eerie yellow as his fangs lengthened while Mercy began to thrash around, her face turning red.

Elliere's mind went blank just then as the need rose in him to protect her and his primal side shoved forward, pushing him out of his human skin without any of his control. He lunged forward blindly, his rage making everything a mass of red. His loud snarls drowning out any words to be heard or said to slow his attack and whatever followed after.