Post by Enzo Damiani on Sept 16, 2015 20:50:47 GMT
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Ever since that night he’d been plagued by the nightmares of his decision. It was his only recurring dream over the years, and one he’d come to accept as a consequence of his actions. The screech of tires, sickening crunch of steel, the flashes of light that quickly gave way to darkness.
The car swiveled and tilted, quickly unbalancing itself and rolling. The driver’s side door caved from the impact and pinned his forearm to the seat. He felt the sudden and familiar crack of bone, and then the sharp, burning pain that followed. “Fuck!” He hardly heard his own voice above the crunching wreckage. The car shifted and rolled beneath them and he gripped his injured arm tight to his chest to stabilize it. No luck. Every breath, every centimeter shift sent a new wave of excruciating pain. As soon as the car settled though, his light brown eyes flew wide.
Adrienne. He struggled to turn to face her, noticing her head hung limp and the passenger’s side of the car had been mutilated. Fear seized him, but with concentration he was able to hear her heartbeat… however weak. “No, no, no. You're not dying on me.” He hissed, pulling his arm from its confinement and pushing open the battered door with the other. With an easy bound he hurried to her side, gripping the crumpled passenger’s door in both hands and ripping it from its hinges despite the pain that dazed him. He gritted his teeth and held the place of fracture for several moments, willing it to heal faster. You’ve had worse, Enzo. Suck it up and get her out.
He ducked inside the broken vehicle, ripping the lodged seatbelt from the buckle, then gingerly pulled her into the grass. She remained unconscious, thankfully for the extensive wounds she'd suffered. Her chest gurgled and spluttered, desperate to find a single breath. He was no doctor, but it was fairly obvious she wasn’t going to last much longer. “Fuck.” Shock numbed him, coating his veins in icy disbelief. "No, fuck! You're not doing this."
He knew the choice he had to make, and it was his own fault.
“I’m sorry, Adri." He murmured to her unmoving form. She almost looked peaceful, as if she was simply sleeping, except for the heavy scent of blood in the air. He crouched quickly by her side, delicate, but rushed in his every movement as he brushed her shirt away from her shoulder. "You don’t deserve this life... And you don't deserve this death, either. But I have to choose.” He brought his lips to her skin in a loving caress, relishing silky quality of her flesh as he pulled his lips across it, searching for an inconspicuous bit of muscle. When he found it, just above her shoulder blade, her body quivered slightly beneath him in its unconscious state as it acted purely on impulse; struggling to fight the wounds that continued to ravage her body. He was running out of time.
Fangs descended from his canines and sunk deep into her muscle. Iron-rich liquid pooled into his mouth and sent his eyes flashing amber the moment it hit his tongue. Her blood was only the icing on the cake, and it was all he could do to keep his jaws from sinking further, closing, wanting to feel the vise close and snap every bone between them. He rumbled with his pleasure and felt the wolf straining to take control.
That scared him. Since when was he out of control? Which lust was powering him, his drive for blood, or for her? It was a dangerous combination, and he didn’t want to find out which one was stronger. It took all of his humanity to pull away, so he began to shift without will. “This is your new start.” He assured her. “Go kick some ass, alright?” His smirk didn’t seem to have its normal devilish gleam as his lips found their way to her forehead. They lingered there for what seemed like eternity, waiting until her body had stilled to pull away. She lied peacefully now amongst the torn grass, and would wake soon, much to the shock to the ambulance. His work was done and all he could think to do was run.
All he knew was that he was a danger to her in more ways than one. He was a loose cannon, unpredictable and selfish. He killed for his own satisfaction, he wrecked lives without blinking for his ulterior motives... There was no place for that type of drama in her life. She deserved to grow old, open up her own garage, have a family if she so chose, and live happily ever after. The first had been abruptly taken from her... But he could give her the rest. Unfortunately, that meant him out of the picture.
Sooner or later she would have started asking questions; about his family, habits and drama. Not only was there no place for a human in his life, but it was dangerous for her. Whether it be him, his family, or the other various rivals they faced. He was toxic for even his own kind, for that matter. Staying would only mean her certain death, and confirm his darkest beliefs about himself.
Besides that, where would the next step for them have been? What part of it included hiding the other half of his life from her? She didn’t deserve a life based on lies. She didn’t deserve the threat of being turned by every member of his family. Too late for that, but not too late for her to make something of herself.
It took all his strength to pull away.
The wolf finished its abrupt takeover and he took off in a lope into the forest, still with the tang of her blood on his tongue. The further he got, the greater his desire to return to her so he instead paused, longing to glance back. Had he made the right decision? Would she be able to handle what he’d done? It was a question that would haunt him for the rest of his life. Get over yourself. Your love for her is not worth her all of this. He steeled himself and, and with the overwhelming urge to hunt on his mind, continued his blind descent into the dark forest. Somebody was going to die that day, but it wasn’t going to be her.
"Goodbye, Adrienne."
The car swiveled and tilted, quickly unbalancing itself and rolling. The driver’s side door caved from the impact and pinned his forearm to the seat. He felt the sudden and familiar crack of bone, and then the sharp, burning pain that followed. “Fuck!” He hardly heard his own voice above the crunching wreckage. The car shifted and rolled beneath them and he gripped his injured arm tight to his chest to stabilize it. No luck. Every breath, every centimeter shift sent a new wave of excruciating pain. As soon as the car settled though, his light brown eyes flew wide.
Adrienne. He struggled to turn to face her, noticing her head hung limp and the passenger’s side of the car had been mutilated. Fear seized him, but with concentration he was able to hear her heartbeat… however weak. “No, no, no. You're not dying on me.” He hissed, pulling his arm from its confinement and pushing open the battered door with the other. With an easy bound he hurried to her side, gripping the crumpled passenger’s door in both hands and ripping it from its hinges despite the pain that dazed him. He gritted his teeth and held the place of fracture for several moments, willing it to heal faster. You’ve had worse, Enzo. Suck it up and get her out.
He ducked inside the broken vehicle, ripping the lodged seatbelt from the buckle, then gingerly pulled her into the grass. She remained unconscious, thankfully for the extensive wounds she'd suffered. Her chest gurgled and spluttered, desperate to find a single breath. He was no doctor, but it was fairly obvious she wasn’t going to last much longer. “Fuck.” Shock numbed him, coating his veins in icy disbelief. "No, fuck! You're not doing this."
He knew the choice he had to make, and it was his own fault.
“I’m sorry, Adri." He murmured to her unmoving form. She almost looked peaceful, as if she was simply sleeping, except for the heavy scent of blood in the air. He crouched quickly by her side, delicate, but rushed in his every movement as he brushed her shirt away from her shoulder. "You don’t deserve this life... And you don't deserve this death, either. But I have to choose.” He brought his lips to her skin in a loving caress, relishing silky quality of her flesh as he pulled his lips across it, searching for an inconspicuous bit of muscle. When he found it, just above her shoulder blade, her body quivered slightly beneath him in its unconscious state as it acted purely on impulse; struggling to fight the wounds that continued to ravage her body. He was running out of time.
Fangs descended from his canines and sunk deep into her muscle. Iron-rich liquid pooled into his mouth and sent his eyes flashing amber the moment it hit his tongue. Her blood was only the icing on the cake, and it was all he could do to keep his jaws from sinking further, closing, wanting to feel the vise close and snap every bone between them. He rumbled with his pleasure and felt the wolf straining to take control.
That scared him. Since when was he out of control? Which lust was powering him, his drive for blood, or for her? It was a dangerous combination, and he didn’t want to find out which one was stronger. It took all of his humanity to pull away, so he began to shift without will. “This is your new start.” He assured her. “Go kick some ass, alright?” His smirk didn’t seem to have its normal devilish gleam as his lips found their way to her forehead. They lingered there for what seemed like eternity, waiting until her body had stilled to pull away. She lied peacefully now amongst the torn grass, and would wake soon, much to the shock to the ambulance. His work was done and all he could think to do was run.
All he knew was that he was a danger to her in more ways than one. He was a loose cannon, unpredictable and selfish. He killed for his own satisfaction, he wrecked lives without blinking for his ulterior motives... There was no place for that type of drama in her life. She deserved to grow old, open up her own garage, have a family if she so chose, and live happily ever after. The first had been abruptly taken from her... But he could give her the rest. Unfortunately, that meant him out of the picture.
Sooner or later she would have started asking questions; about his family, habits and drama. Not only was there no place for a human in his life, but it was dangerous for her. Whether it be him, his family, or the other various rivals they faced. He was toxic for even his own kind, for that matter. Staying would only mean her certain death, and confirm his darkest beliefs about himself.
Besides that, where would the next step for them have been? What part of it included hiding the other half of his life from her? She didn’t deserve a life based on lies. She didn’t deserve the threat of being turned by every member of his family. Too late for that, but not too late for her to make something of herself.
It took all his strength to pull away.
The wolf finished its abrupt takeover and he took off in a lope into the forest, still with the tang of her blood on his tongue. The further he got, the greater his desire to return to her so he instead paused, longing to glance back. Had he made the right decision? Would she be able to handle what he’d done? It was a question that would haunt him for the rest of his life. Get over yourself. Your love for her is not worth her all of this. He steeled himself and, and with the overwhelming urge to hunt on his mind, continued his blind descent into the dark forest. Somebody was going to die that day, but it wasn’t going to be her.
"Goodbye, Adrienne."
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