Emett had figured that since the recent break ins had occurred, the war had started and he was battle ready with new gear and a sword to 'gently persuade' the king into leaving them alone. Of course, he needed to go out and scout in as small of a group as possible, so he took Grase with him and they searched the city for werewolves. At every howl their anxiety rose, but each time it had been a false alarm.
Grase had been a bodyguard for Emett throughout the entire hour they'd been out, but of course he never expected what happened next.
They had been surrounded by wolves, snarling and growling at them they drew closer. Emett had drawn his sword while Grase had ripped the drape over his face's roots. Emett's hands were visibly trembling, but he still stood confidently as the wolves grew closer.
"By the count of three, i need you to run and don't look back. Okay? I'll run too, don't worry." Emett had whispered to Grase, eyes narrowing and he began to count.
"One."
Grase had slouched down slightly, fulling trusting his partner to get him out safely.
"Two."
Emett had put his sword away, ready to run.
"Three."
Grase had launched himself off the ground, running as fast as he could before hearing the drawing of multiple swords and the splatter of blood. He Turned around.
******
Mikael had stayed in bed just a little longer, keeping his mate in his arms and his eyes closed in a heavenly haze of sleep. Charlie had woken up only to gaze up at him, smiling at the round face of Mikael.
Noiz was outside with Bec, seeing as he wanted to get to know the incubus just that bit more. He smiled at the witty jokes and lewd stories he told.
All was peacefull at the Songless Siren.
*******
Grase had fought his way through people in crowds as he ran back to were Emett was, eyes widening at the sight of the werewolves; who were now human and royal, driving their swords deep into many different parts of Emett, the small Siren's eyes wide open and the sword coming from his mouth bloody and dripping, his body was suspended up into the air and he was lifeless, two swords through either side of his chest and one through his stomach.
Grase had gasped and anger and agony flooded his very being, thick, poisonous vines had sprouted at the ground and attacked the werewolves violently, until there was nothing left but corpses of the werewolves who killed his love.
His heart ached and he ran over to the body, now cold and drained entirely of life. "Emett...Emett you said you'd run..Emett you said you were going to be okay..." his voice crackled and he was crying now, his tears staining the bloody face of his lover. He'd bent down to kiss the corpse's forehead, sobbing into his hair, his heart hurt immensely, as if he himself was getting stabbed, he sure as hell wanted to be stabbed, his heart wanting to be with Emett one last time. To hear his voice again.
*******
Grase brought the corpse to the shop, sniffling and holding in sobs as he walked home. Noiz was the one who noticed them first, his eyes widening and he ran over, "Grase...I'm so sorry." But he was hushed, Grase didn't need pity, he didn't want it. And he definitely didn't want Emett dead. He placed him down in front of the shop, his eyes watering as he said one last thing to Emett.
"Safe Journies...I Love You."
