Werewolf Shots!!!

Almost Mine

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James

She's all I can think about.
She's all I want.
She's all mine....

But she's taken.

Walking around Woolworths I catch a mouth watering smell of honey and vanilla.

Following the scent is crash into two beautiful young girls. One a small petite blonde who's hair reaches her mid back in hypnotizing gentle waves with eyes such a powerful green it makes grass jealous. The other girl, an equally small redhead with her hair cut to her ears and eyes of a melted chocolate pool.

The first thing I knowtised as I slowly take in their appearance is that the innocent blonde is hugging the Daring ginger like a life line. They look about the same age so that rules out sisters. Looking more closely I can see how the red head has her arm protectively around blondie like a lover rather than a friend.

"Watch were your going steroids! You could have hurt her!" Reds voice was like a river of honey. Sweet. Her voice alone was enough to get me going.

"Sorry ma'am. I must have been distracted by your love for your... friend here." The growl in my voice was unmistakable.

My wolf would be taking over soon if I don't leave, but I was distracted by the love the Ruby haired girl was giving the blonde.

I was hurt. I was jealous of what was already taken.

"Are you ok baby? He didn't hurt you did he? If he did just tell me and I'll put him 6 feet under."

The delicate blonde just whispered in a broken voice. "He wanted you, you know Kim. He was looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Like yous were meant to be together."

If it wasn't for my sensitive wolf hearing I wouldn't have heard her at all.

Kim huh? I still think ruby is better. Matches her hair.

'I know. But she's taken. She would never want me. She called me steroids! She's a girl girl. Not a guy girl.'

You sure?

Looking at the beautiful ginger again I can see that she has a love greater for the blonde than she ever could have for me whether that be through the bond or just for me.

'She wasn't made for me no matter what the bond said. She belongs with the girl. I could never make her that happy.'

But she is ours! She can't be with her! I won't let her!
She's mine!

'Look at her! Can't you tell she's happy! She may have been made for us, but she's not ours.'

... but... why? She's beautiful and everything we want.... isn't she James?

"Hey! Steroids! You dropped your phone!" Her voice is music to my ears.

As I turn around Kim runs into my chest colliding with solid muscle. Her girl isn't to far behind knocking us to the floor with blondie and Kim on top and me underneath. Just like a dream.

Kim moves some bright orange hair out of her face and looks me in the eyes. I look to blondie and see she is doing the same with a lustfull look going between me and ginger.

Shocked I look them both in the eyes and see they don't just hold a connection between each other as lovers but to me as well as a mate, a protector, a gard dog. That's all I am to them. Protection and power. Nothing more. Nothing less.

BANG BANG

The sound of gunshots brings me out of my sleep.

'What the hell?' I think to my self in my groggy just woken state, looking around I see I'm in my rented apparent that had become my home for month after my meeting with my mates.

'My mates!' I look around frantically trying to spot the familiar red and blonde hair that haunts my sleep every time.

More gunshots go off and I hear a girls scream. Instead of seeing the lovely shade of ginger I love I see crimson. I smell copper. I hear... hear nothing. No breaths. No heart beats. No whimpers of pain. Nothing.

Feeling the tears role down my cheeks I Remember the magnificent ginger hair turning a shade of crimson. The hole in the side of her head leaking like a fountain. Her chocolate eyes going glassy as the life leaves her.

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I remember the blonde clutching her side in pain as her holds onto the red haired corpse on the floor. Flowers lay scattered around her from where they were knocked down. Looking at the blonde I kneel in front of her and ask for her name.

"Masiee" She was growing pale and her dress was staining red. I lifted her up and raced to the nearest hospital.

A four hour wait and a lot of worried pacing later and a doctor comes out with a clipboard and a bloodied apron.

"Masiee? Any one here for Masiee?" His voice sounded urgent and disappointing. Something was wrong.

"Yes?" My voice was rough and dry. "Whats wrong? Is she alright?"

I wish his next words weren't what I thought they were.

"The girl is stable. But the baby didn't make it. I'm sorry for your loss sir." He turns away and I just stay frozen.

'She was pregnant? She was going to be a mother? They were almost a family.'

I visited Masiee every day. I took her to Kims funeral. I did everything I could for her. After a few weeks she was released and I took her to my place. She never spoke a word. For eight months she didn't speak a word. But she spoke nine months after Kims death. Three words that shook me to the core in front of a headstone, on a foggy Tuesday morning as she lay down some crimson roses on the grave.

"Happy birthday, baby."

Three months after Kims birthday, the anniversary of her death, Masiee joined her. With a gun she had purchased herself, she stood right in front of me and said three words I wish weren't here last as she pulled the trigger.

"We miss you."

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I sit on my bed with one word going through my head. The saddest word in the world.

Almost.

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He was almost in love.
She almost waited.
She almost lived.
They were almost a family.
He almost stopped her.
They almost made it.