Elliere Braim

0.5 Present Day

Elliere swore as he pulled out of his flashback of That Day and spilled his beer everywhere causing the nearby bartender to let out his own stream of curse words.

"Dámmit Elliere, what the hell are you doin' down there?" Drew snapped as he came down to where Elliere sat.

The Lupus, now in an irritated and irrational state, let out a growl as soon as Drew approached. He swiped his hand out, which was becoming clawed, and jerked Drew by his shirt so he was almost kissing him. The snarl on Elliere's face said he'd do anything, but kiss Drew. He looked positively murderous and Elliere seen that the bartender was practically shítting himself.

"Don't píss me off more, Drew!" Elliere roared, shaking the bartender before very slowly placing the human back on his feet. He collasped onto the bar, sweat on his face as he nodded quickly to Elliere. The Lupus, who was slowly gaining his more human side back, snorted and turned to head out the door. As he did so, he spotted about a dozen or more eyes glued to him. He lifted his lip in a sneer and every one of their eyes averted rapidly and the chatter began once again throughout The Wolf's Den.

He stormed out the doors with a huff and the itching sensation of needing a cigarette. Another craving...

He pulled out the pack he kept in his pocket and swiftly grabbed the lighter along with it. He leaned against the side of the bar, breathing in the clean night air and lifted the stick so it pressed between his lips. He just flicked the lighter to produce a hazardous flame when someone spoke.

"Why not breathe the clean air in a little longer?" The voice was soft and...oddly familiar to Elliere.

He responded without looking in the direction of the voice, lighter still aflame. "Same reason I didn't stick around in that bar."

He lit the stick and sucked in a gulp of polluted nicotine. As he exhaled the cancerous smoke, he turned and his eyes, though one was shielded by his eye patch, widened. He did remember that voice and now that he saw the face with it, he had a name come to mind. It was Mercy.

Mercy Rains.

She wore a smile on her face despite Elliere's harsh reply to her. "Point taken."

"Mercy... I.. what are you doing here?" He felt horrid. He had never called her, though on his part, he had kind of forgotten with the way his memories from the past kept resurfacing and giving him hell.

"I come here a lot... I was here the night you took me home.. of course you probably don't remember," she looked down as she responded and Elliere wished she'd look at him, whether it was to see the emotion in her eyes or simply gaze at the beautiful hazel color in them he wasn't certain.

What the...?

Elliere shook his head of his...strange and dangerous thoughts. "Ah.. I'm.. I'm sorry about that."

Mercy glanced up then, rather surprised, before she smiled softly and shook her head. "Not a problem."

"I'm sorry I didn't, uh, call either. I've been rather-"

Mercy held up her hand, the smile curving wider on her face at Elliere's stumbling. He wasn't the best with words and the odd feeling of guilt he was having wasn't often. Hell, he didn't even see a one night stand ever again. This was a first for him and it threw him off entirely.

"Say no more," she murmured. "I'm sure you have a life and things you do. Everyone forgets... not to say you had actually planned on calling me."

"I did," he blurted, the words had spilled from his mouth like projectile vomit and his eyes widened.

"Oh," Mercy said, the shock and surprise was evident in her voice as well as in her eyes. Elliere found himself wanting to rip away his eye patch just to see them more clearly.. they were-

Stop it!

He shook his head and faced forward, taking another drag of his cancer stick. This new found infatuation had to stop, even with Layla it hadn't been so... instantaneous. He knew there were no such thing as soul mates anymore, but yet the thing that was happening with Mercy seemed like it, a lot, judging by the tales told. But Elliere knew it could not be.

Fenrir must be fúcking with me...

Although, admittedly, Elliere was rather old, but not old enough to be apart of the soul mate generations. He figured he just felt bad for the girl, though she only was probably five years younger than he appeared to look so she was hardly a girl. He blamed his sudden guilty, infatuated feelings on the fact that he had met her again and his slight drunkenness. Though he wasn't that drunk, he'd remember her this time, he knew it and something about that worried him.

With a mental shrug of his feelings, he briefly glanced at her. Only the glance turned into a full two minutes because Mercy was staring at the ground in puzzlement. The emotion was written all over her face with the way her slender eyebrows were scrunched, her lips pulled down while her teeth gently sucked her full bottom lip in.

Holy hell!

Elliere's eyes averted and he nearly jumped away from her as he felt his body rush with a warm feeling of arousal while the beast inside him seemed to spring to the surface. Something fishy was going on and he was utterly lost as to what, but he certainly planned on avoiding Mercy at all costs.

"Mercy!" A voice called, while the sounds of the rowdy customers inside the bar rang in Elliere's ears. The Lupus snapped his head in the direction Mercy's name was called the same time she did and his eyes spotted a guy who was obviously younger than himself and Mercy with the way patches of hair barely clung to his face. Elliere wanted to scoff at the fact she was with a kid while the other part wanted to rip the brat's head off for calling Mercy away from him.

This is fúcking weird!

"Elliere?" Mercy murmured, drawing his attention to her immediately. She seemed to blush at the eye contact and he found he kind of enjoyed it.

"Mmm?" He said, as he sucked another drag of smoke into his lungs.

"I've got to go...uh," she stumbled, not knowing what to say now.

"I'll see you around," the words were once again spoken for him. He hadn't even wanted to say them, he was going to say 'maybe I'll see you around', not that he would see her.

"Oh, okay," she smiled, but her eyes didn't hold the same brightness. She figured he wouldn't see her and she'd probably be right.

He could only hope...