Elliere Braim

3.5 Pain

Mercy

She was dizzy, her sight a blurring mess while her throat felt as though it would collapse in on itself any second under the...the Vampire's grasp. Hot tears coursed down her face while her heart raced uncontrollably and in a way that was far from joy.

How had things gotten so bad?

She recalled her and Elliere's night together, it might have made her blush if not for the fact she was almost píssing herself in fear. It was truly a wonderful night...one she never expected. Mercy hadn't planned on being with Elliere, but she was drawn to him without much of her control. True, it might have been from his mark on her, but really she thinks it was from the very beginning. She hadn't been as drunk as he had, she had went willingly and she had enjoyed the sex that night too.

When it came down to it, it was just Elliere...and after getting to know him better, meet his 'adopted' family and having him meet her own family he just seemed...right. Right for her. Once they completed their bond, everything felt even more right. She couldn't imagine herself with anyone else and in the time she had been running from Elliere, not wanting to accept what he was or what had happened to her, she had tried to be with another, but Elliere had ruined her entirely. Ruined her in the most beautiful way possible for she was only his now.

It angered Mercy, she had finally accepted Elliere fully. They had completed the bond and she got to feel the welcoming, warming connection that a pack has. She wouldn't want it all the time, so she was happy Elliere mostly stuck by himself yet she would be so happy for the times he came to visit Yorik's pack...

However now... as she struggled to gasp in just a breath of air, Mercy could feel all of that slipping away. She could see and hear Elliere growling and snapping in the background, could hear them yelling, but it was growing so faint. She could understand why Marcus wanted his revenge, but that didn't mean she wanted to give up.

She wanted this, she loved him so much more than she thought she could love. It just seemed cruel to have that all ripped away now... to die when things had just gotten better. Mercy wanted to break away, to go to Elliere, but the hand gripping her throat was basically iron.

She could hear Elliere release snarls at her recent shout of pain and the ache in her heart only hurt more. It was the only pain that she could just about feel at this point after Marcus' death squeeze on her. Mercy could barely breathe, her head felt light now and her whole body felt just as light while her vision was beginning to blacken. Spots that had started out small, were now large looming shadows and her hearing was becoming faint too.

No... it can't end here...can it?

Another blinding pain coursed through Mercy and she thought she could hear herself screaming, even feel herself flailing around, but she didn't know anymore. Everything was so very numb.

Mercy's hearing had vanished as the claw around her throat squeezed ruthlessly, crushing the only passageway for air to get to her lungs. The spots in her vision were no longer spots, but an endless sea of darkness and the beating in her heart stilled, echoing loudly with it's final tha-thump.