2016 April Collection

Request - Drabble Malia Tate

"Please, leave..." Malia hissed between her teeth. Her lip was blooded and her eyes were glowing. She had been begging you to leave for hours now, maybe longer, but you were not planning on going anywhere. She wouldn't have to do this on her own.

"I stay..." You sat down on the cold floor of the basement with your back pressed against the stone wall. You were shivering, almost freezing, but you didn't mind.

"What if those chains won't hold me? What if I break free and hurt you?" Malia could barely talk, but she kept on trying anyway. Her wrists were bleeding from all the pulling she had done. Or actually, it had not been Malia who had tried to break free. It had been the coyote inside of her.

"You won't, I trust you." You shook your head and stared at your girlfriend. You weren't sure who was experiencing more pain. Your girlfriend in the chains or you having to watch her. But it wouldn't mean that you would simply stand up and walk away.

"Well, I don't trust me." Malia stared at her chains before she stared back at you. "I don't trust the coyote in me and I know that I'm hungry and I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt of hurting you." She talked even faster than she normally did, but she didn't realize that the sharp teeth were disappearing and that her eyes had stopped glowing.

You stood up and walked towards her. Scott had told you over and over how you could see that Malia was about to lose control and at what moment you would have to get out of here whether you wanted it or not. You didn't see one sign of that yet.

"What are you doing?" Malia protested and she tried to press herself to the wall, as if she was trying to get away from you.

"Which part of I love you don't you understand?" You placed your hands on her cheeks and pressed your lips on hers. "I'm not going anywhere. I trust you. I love you."