Rogue ✔

Chapter Twenty-Seven : War

"From the dawn of time to the end of days,
I will have to run.
Away."

Claws. Snarls. Blood.

I don't know how she moved so fast. Zipping and zagging all around. Deflecting and dodging every punch, throw, and jab we throw at her. While we fooled around with our fists swinging at air, she was slicing and dicing with her razor sharp claws.

I winced with every step I took. Spark marks covered every inch of my body. Some one paper cuts, others deep wounds. 

Pain. Darkness. Fangs.

A sharp nail dragged across my left cheekbone, creating a long cut that poured crimson liquid. Shit. An inch higher or so would have left me blind. I huffed a deep sigh.

Phil wasn't doing to good. He attempted to attack the witch more forcefully than I did. He paid dearly for it, too. His face, chest, and arms were all drenched in blood. His wolf was doing a decent job of healing him, but he just couldn't seem to stop bleeding.

We tried to strategize. When she had her back turned, we'd try to surprise her. Nothing seemed to work. She was deadly fast. And extremely quiet. She moved like an everlasting shadow, never stopping and never making any noise.

Come on, Damian. Think. You're not going to win this way. Find an advantage.

What is a witches weakness? The entire species were known to be mysterious. Clsed off and secretive. Not very many knew much about them. What was the weakness.

I quickly scanned my memories. I had received many lessons and strategies to fight all sorts of beasts. I remember the ones about werewolves and humans, but when it came to the topic of witches. I was drawing a total blank.

Think. Your father was a cruel Bastard, but he just have taught you something in your life.

Something about jealousy... and the mate bond.

It came rushing back to me. An expert than my father had called in told Rapheal and I all about it. Witches only fell in love once in their lifetime. It was a side effect from the jealousy of the mate bond that wolves had. Every other species wanted to experience the power of mates, but only wolves had that ability. Witches took that obsession to the max.

When a witch meets someone they want to love, they vow themselves to that person. They the their mind, body, and spirit to that person. They basically voluntarily make a mate bond.

In most cases, a witch will find a warlock or even sometimes a human or a vampire to bond with. They spend the rest of their lives with that person. Should that person leave, the witch will never love again.

I think that's the case with Melody.

This just got a lot more complicated. 

The witch was just going at it with Phillip. He just managed to get a few punches in, which is much more than I ever got. I could tell that he was getting tired. Years and years of conditioning and physical preparation was throw down the drain with Melody.

Time slowed as I watched her blood soaked hand start to swing for his face. Phil couldn't take another blow, I knew that for certain. He was staggering back and forth, trying to stay upright. I had to say, she was putting up one hell of a fight.

"Melody... stop." I said in the most gentle voice I could. I had to convince her.

She loosened her fist and slightly turned her head towards me. Her cat eyes dropped into a hard glare. She didn't move though. Just paused. I gave Phillip a slight look yo indicate that he should stand down. Thankfully, he understood and stumbled backwards into one of the cages.

"Melody, you don't want to do this. What will killing us accomplish? You won't be able to love anyone else again..." I told her in the same silky sweet voice as before. Her glare lessened fractionally. I had her full attention now.

"Think about it." I'm sorry Paige, "Think about...us." I finished, holding my palms out in surrender. I hated the words even as they rolled off my tongue.

Don't get sappy yet, Damian. The voice of my father rang clear in my head. You're doing this to save her life.

That didn't lessen my guilt though.

It killed me even worse when I heard a faint gasp of astonishment from down the hall. Very close to where I had set down my mate to heal. I'm sorry Paige. I'm doing this to protect you.

"We could be happy. Just give me one more chance, I swear I'll make it up to you. It'll be like before." I told her. Melody fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. Her cat eyes switched back to that swirling violet. She smiled at me and dropped her fighting stance.

"Really? Do you really mean it?" She asked me. Her voice tingled like tiny bells. Her eyes stared up at me with strong emotion.

"Really." And like that she was in my arms. She wrapped her pale arms around my torso and pulled me close. I was trying to kill this girl just a minute ago. What a gullible witch...

"Don't get me wrong, Damian. I do love being in your arms again, but this time... it's not going to work." My eyes drew up in confusion. Her arms suddenly detangled from around me and I was face to face with a set of razor sharp claws at my throat.

"NOOO!" shouted Phil. He laughed forward but was knocked back by an invisible force. That's right everyone, this witch has the ability to control the  wind. Phillip shot backwards his back slamming against the steel cages with a loud thwack. He was pinned my her powers. He couldn't help me. 

"I'm not as gullible as I was before. I came here to kill you and your precious little Rouge. So... that's what Im going to do. Love or no." She told me. Her dug her claws into the flesh surrounding my windpipe. She began to squeeze. I watched in mild horror as I felt my supply of oxygen dwindle. My face was slowly beginning to loose blood flow and I saw stars.

Her eyes watched in a wild fascination.

Melody suddenly drew her whole head forward, so that her lips almost brushed against my ear. There she whispered to me.

"Do you know how much joy it brings me to see you like this. Relying on my whim to keep you alive. Do you have any idea how happy I was to torture your mate? Very. Very Happy." She giggled. I wanted to claw her eyes out.

"And now, your life comes to a sudden end. With this I bid you farewell, rot in hell you souless demon." She spat at me. Her grip began to tighten even further.

Then the unmistakable sound if a gunshot was heard and I watched as the small silver bullet lodged itself inside her skull. Her eyes rolled and I could breathe again.