Cold Front | Paul Lahote

epilogue

The first time he saw her he was filled with unequaled anger, a white-hot rage that boiled his blood and razed his mind. She was the enemy, a treacherous, blood-sucking leech that was threatening the Chief's daughter, and even if he did not like the strange Swan girl, he would not allow this blonde vampire to harm the girl.

She taunted them, voice melodic as she sang children nursery rhymes mockingly. She was small, a thing that he could snap in half, but then he had looked into crimson eyes and suddenly the world was all wrong. She was the center of everything, of his everything.

And then he was slipping and sliding, ice and snow everywhere and a knowing smirk on lips pulled taunt into a feral smirk. Paul could not stop himself from chasing after her, sprinting into the night playing a sick and twisted game of chase.

He learned that her name was Erica and that she was one of the leeches that was around earlier in the year causing trouble, wrecking havoc on the town and draining innocents of blood. She had a brother, she with the redheaded one that they kept hunting, she killed a tribe family.

She was a monster, but she was his monster, his devil - and he would have continued to go to her despite the backlash he received from the pack because she was his and he would continue to sin with her.

Paul would always remember the way her skin felt cool against his, the way they slid together as one – his breath catching with the way she moved. Teeth grazing against skin, grip bruising, and muscles clenching, she gave him the highest high.

He would always remember the words that she told him in their stolen moments when she was not planning evil deeds and he was listening to people as they plotted how to kill her.

Erica wanted revenge, to right the wrong that was done to her brother. She was human in that sense, painfully human in the way she felt so strongly. What she had been like before, he would never know – those moments having been stolen from him, and he only wished he could have at least one moment longer with her.

One moment more, one kiss more, one look more, one smile more.

One more.

More, he wanted so much more.

He had been surrounded, too many to fight on his own and the pack busy with their own opponents. He was done for, thoughts of farewell already being scent out through the pack link. Allowing himself one more glance, he watched as she fought smoothly, expertly against the Cullen's.

Erica's presence was ethereal, grandiose and majestic. She fought with the skill of a seasoned warrior, battling against a soldier at ease.

Through the blizzard she had come to him, siding up to him and tearing down those that threatened his life. She was a destroyer, a creature of power and grace. She was a goddess, snow and ice shooting around her as she broke neck and limb with those gentle cold hands that had traced his russet skin with such care.

A hero, abandoning her cause to protect him. To protect him. The pain shot through Paul as though she had ripped his heart from his chest. The steady thump stopped as the world crashed down on him, rattling him and causing a guttural howl to tear through the sky.

Because she fell with a dull thud to his numb ears, her head rolling from Jacob's maw as if nothing had happened to begin with. His pack mate had killed her, his brother had killed him.

Whimpers and cries came from him, but he could not feel a thing as he stumbled forward on shaky legs, collapsing over her discarded body and pull her head to him protectively.

He could not feel, did not feel and the pain came later with the same sensation of shattering bones, broken that could never be fixed, a rightness that would never return.

The bastard had the gal to feel good, to be proud that he had stolen her from him.

Any idea of shifting back was lost on him because she was gone, gone saving him.

His imprint, his soul, was gone to a place that he could never reach.

Paul was the only one to cry out for her.

Because she would always be there, haunting him, but Erica was gone. His Erica was gone. 

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2017-12-13

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