It made me sick to even look at him.
The things I knew he did made me want to crawl out of my skin. And to think, he called me his sister.
His back was pressed against the door, his gaze cast to the floor. He took a long drag on his cigarette, the silence hanging between us like a noose.
"You can't stop me from leaving." I said, venom in my tone. He swallowed hard and took the cigarette out of his mouth.
"I know," he said, voice weak. Perhaps once, hearing the emotion that dripped from his words would've made me hesitate. But not now. Now, it just made me even angrier. He didn't really believe the shit he spewed about being a good person, did he? The people he murdered, the lives he took for fun. He killed my mother, for God's sake! And here he stood, pathetic and weepy. What a fucking monster.
I set off towards the door, expecting him to move. When he didn't, I bared my teeth and let out a guttural snarl, muscles twitching. The shift was coming, but this time I didn't fight back.
In a flash, I was me -- the real me. Gore and fangs and claws. Who I was supposed to be. I towered over him now, and could crush his skull in the flick of a wrist. I half expected him to change, too, but he just stood there.
"Mar, hear me out. Please." He said quietly, avoiding eye contact.
"I don't owe you anything." I spat, voice gravelly and menacing. He didn't even flinch.
"I know you don't. Just, please, listen." I stood in silence, but didn't move. For whatever reason, I decided to hear his pathetic sob story.
"I don't know what you think I did, but that wasn't me. She's lying to you, Mar, she's--" he didn't get to finish before I scored my claws across his chest, blood oozing from the wounds. He let out a yelp, however, he did nothing to protect himself.
"Please don't leave me. You-You're all I have. We can talk this through, Blue, we can..." He burst into sobs, the rest of his speech incomprehensible.
"Don't call me that." I snapped. He finally brought his eyes up to my own, dewy with tears that streamed down his face. He reached a hand towards me, but reconsidered. Which was good for him, because I would've bitten it off. He took in a shaky breath.
"You can kill me if you want. I deserve it. I'm the worst brother; you deserved so much better." He stretched his neck out, revealing his throat. "Just know... Just know I have always loved you, and I always will." He closed his eyes tight, more tears fountaining.
I wrapped my hand around his throat and picked him off the ground, bringing his face close to mine so he could look me in the eyes while I squeezed the air out of him.
"You will never be my brother." And with that, I threw him against the wall and walked out.
