Elliere Braim

3.6 Cruelty

Elliere's clawed hands had dug into Marcus's sides, sinking into his cold, clammy flesh. His jaws had sliced his neck in half, the luke warm blood of Marcus filling his mouth and making him cringe with disgust while the crunch of his spine severing echoed sharply in his ears. Lupus were shifting all around him and clashing with the other Vampires while Roman was screaming at Rori to take the kids back to the pack house. It was utter chaos, but he noticed these things as muffled background noises. His ears were tuned into one thing and one thing only, the sound of Mercy's stilled heart. It had been beating, faintly as he attacked Marcus but now there was nothing...no sign of life.

His jaws released Marcus, the Vampire's head rolling away from his body and Elliere's eyes took in his mate on the ground with Marcus' hand still clutching around her extremely bruised neck. He growled and jerked Marcus' corpse away, releasing Mercy's neck. He whimpered as time passed and her heart still didn't beat. The sea of chaos around him never registered, only the fact he had lost his second chance at ever having happiness. At having a mate.

His muzzle tilted up, the earlier sunshine having long passed and he released an earth shaking howl. It was one filled with aching grief and caused everyone around him to pause including the still alive Vampires. They all stared as the deformed Lupus scooped the gentle, broken human into his furred chest and released another longing cry. It shook their bones and rattled them to their very core so much that the Vampires retreated, having lost their leader anyways and the Lupus crept away to leave the Lone Wolf to his grief and to tend to mending their wounds.

Elliere shifted then, having been given the privacy he needed and released another, human cry of agony while tears began to flood out of his eyes. He couldn't believe she was gone... they had just completed the bond, accepted each other, thought about living a life together. But it was all gone, Mercy's still heart proved that. She had no pulse, her eyes didn't flutter and her breath didn't flow. The ache cut deep into his soul, he felt like part of him was dying too. He had thought the same when Layla was stolen, but this was no where near close. Layla had been still alive, just taken, Mercy was soul bound to him and he felt it deep within that he lost a part of himself as well.

It's not fúcking fair!

He gripped Mercy's still form tighter as he sobbed. Life was cruel to him, Fenrir was cruel and he wasn't sure if he deserved it any longer. Maybe at one point he did, but not when he finally found his happiness, not when he hadn't done anything wrong in years.

"P-please.... Mercy come back!" He cried, blinking away tears to gaze upon her still face. His shaking hand reached out to caress her still warm face, brushing away her silky brown hair. He prayed this was all a joke, a nightmare... but deep down, he could feel it was not.

Footsteps approached him, stirring up little rocks on the ground and shaking tree branches. Elliere didn't look up, though he could tell by the scent who it was.

"You can't stay here, Elliere..." Rori murmured, her voice raspy from unshed tears. "It's not safe, what if they come back?!"

"Then let them," he whispered, his voice raw and aching.

"C'mon! Elliere, she might wake up! You can't sit here!" Rori murmured, her voice more strained and panicky as she runs her hands through her ashy blonde hair.

Elliere's eyes flash and he snarls, "She isn't waking up! She's dead, Rori and without her, I don't wish to live!"

A sigh escapes Rori's lips and Elliere can just feel her despair, soon he sees it in her sorrow filled sea green eyes and the way her brows furrow worriedly. "This isn't what Mercy would want, you know."

"Mercy...isn't here anymore!" Elliere snarls before his jaws snap shut and his eyes clench as he fights off tears that threaten to leak out. "She's not here..."

Rori whimpers, a sob leaving her and murmurs her few last words, "This wasn't meant to be..."

She walks away then, having to return to her pups and pack. She's done all she can, but Elliere is unmoving, his grief keeping him locked in place. He can't hear her heart, he can't see her breathe... his soul feels shattered.. She simply cannot be alive.

"It wasn't meant to be...but it has happened anyway.."

He throws his head back, a guttural howl of rage and anguish escaping into the ever darkening night. He cradles Mercy's form to his own and weeps, never leaving her side; for she was never meant to leave his.