A Dream: Past Pain is never forgotten...
This is a scene from the book that I am writing. Its a dream that Shey(The Werewolf) has, its the last moments of her life with her first mate Jack a human mage. In the time of this moment the humans have begun hunting down supernaturals for capture and execution. shey and Jack had taken up resisdence on a farm in Ireland, Jack's native land. It is a modest cottage really where they had expected to live in peace together while raising a family. This dream/moment in time will show the outcome of those plans....
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The night had been warm, urging them to open the windows to allow the sweet warm air of summer to waft into the room wrapping about the two young lovers almost like the embrace they were giving each other at the moment. The man nestled against the back of the woman, his arm over her holding her close to his body, hand resting on her own which rested on her slightly swollen stomach. Utter bliss written on faces as they slept so peacefully together, unaware of the danger that lurked outside their front door.....
The woman sensed it first, as was her nature with these kinds of things.
Sitting up in the bed, her actions rousing the sleeping man beside as worry for her and the treasure she carried within came to the forefront of his mind. As she sniffed the air a low growl came from her throat as she smelled the anger and the hate coming from the hunters that had come for her. Moving to get out of the bed and heading to the door her arm was caught by the man, her gold eyes looking back into his blue, filled with such love and worry for her making her drop her hand from the door knob. Nodding to him she steps from the door and allows him to leave alone to face the danger, her hand going to her stomach resting on the beginnings of life that grew there her body filling with dread.
The sounds of shouting and cries of pain fill the air as the woman stands in their room alone forced to wait there and do nothing for the sake of the child they had hoped to bring into this world, into this very house even. Footsteps on the stairs make her tense and prepare for danger, only to sigh in relief when it's her mate, her love. Embracing one another as a much needed kiss is exchanged only for her to shake her head as tears spill from her eyes, his whispered words reaching her ears. She did not want to leave him behind to face the danger alone, but she saw the logic in his words and it pained her beyond measure. The sound of glass shattering can be heard as something comes flying into the room, wave after wave of smoke beginning to fill the room. Normal smoke would have not been a problem for her, but this one burned her eyes, her lungs and skin as it made contact with her body. Falling into a fit of coughing nearly doubling over from the pain as it coursed through her body; silver in a gaseous form; now that was playing dirty.
The man took the woman he loved into his arms shielding most of her body from the smoke as he focused his gift on the wall where the bed rested and with a movement of his hand knocked the wall down creating a large gaping hole. The room clear now of the harmful gas, though it was just a bit too late since the gas still weakened the woman in her delicate condition. With urging hands and soft whispered words he guided her to the hole, using more of his power to help her land safely on the ground. Sparing one last look at each other, the woman noting the strain and exhaustion that was beginning to wear on the man, before she took off as fast as she could running into the woods that surrounded her home. Her heartbreaking with every step as she knew this would be the last time she would ever see her mate again, that the child she carried within would be fatherless but his sacrifice would be what allowed them to live.....or so she thought....
Her bare feet carrying her as fast as she could though the silver made her trip and stumble along as she ran on and on trying to get as far from the first place she had truly felt at peace in her entire life. Even as she ran on through the night she could still feel him, could still feel his soul intertwined with her own, making the tears flow freely down her face once again as she ran on from that piece of soul, stopping only once when she felt him expend a large amount of energy and knew that he was most certainly done now. Turning to continue running she came face to face with one of the humans producing a snarl from her throat that was cut short as she felt the end of a barrel at the back of her head. Their laughter burns her ears as the one at her back grabs a handful of her thick hair making her grit her teeth against the pain as she is then dragged back to the other half of her soul.
There he kneels before the burning remains of their home, their little piece of heaven the exhaustion evident to her even from there, not to mention the looks of pain and shock as he pleads for her life making her hurt even more as she is then forced to kneel a few feet from him. Tears spilling from her eyes as she looks over at him, his face full of fear one moment and then a strange calm the next as he gives her a soft reassuring smile, the barrel of a gun is placed at the back of his head, the hammer is pulled back. Everything seems to be moving in slow motion now as she kneels there pulling at the arms that held her, but her body unable to fight back as it was too taxed from the silver it was exposed to earlier as well as the child it was sustaining. Crying out for them to stop and leave him alone seems to only make them enjoy it even more as she watches the trigger get squeezed slowly and the hammer fall forward. As it impacts with the back of the gun she feels her heart stop and her breath caught in her chest as she feels his life end, his soul fading; a piece of her own dying.
Time crawled along as she watched him fall slowly to the ground nothing seemed to phase her or matter to her at this moment as she watched him fall to ground, her captors (his murderers) laughing as they looked upon the grief stricken woman the men promising that when they were done with her she would not miss him at all. Still their words did not reach her, nor did her heartbeat or lungs expand as she watched him fall to the ground, even the woods around them fell silent like they were all waiting for a storm that was on the horizon. At the same moment that his body hit the floor her heart beat and she took a sharp breath as she felt something within her snap as her broken heart forced her body to make a choice. A choice that gave her body the energy it needed to get revenge against those around her....the choice that caused her pain both physical and mental...