*Warning! Graphic Scene! Suicide talked about!*

"You think you can touch me! Lay a finger on me! You're nothing! I'll make you a slave when I take over this pack! I've killed their Alpha! This pack is mine!"

Annoying. So completely and utterly annoying. I was so cold and my senses were so dulled to the point that I might even be dead myself. A corpse walking. Even so, his voice, words, and irrational, idealistic ideas still managed to annoy the shit out of me.

I couldn't feel my arms, nor my legs it was like my soul had left my body and I was simply flesh and blood. However, I was more than just that. 

"You talk too much." I raised my hand and pointed a single finger at Vincent's mouth. All it took was a single flick for his tongue to fill my black magic. I couldn't explain how, and at the moment I didn't really care. But by focusing the black magic that had been with me for so long in my body directly to my hands I could curse those I wanted.

I filled Vincent's tongue with enough black magic. Swelling it to the point of bursting. His mouth burst with the pressure as blood splattered his face. He fell to the floor in utter confusion, his hands shaking unwilling to accept what had just happened.

It was there just a second ago and now it wasn't? It was so fast, so sudden that you almost feel like you could turn time back yourself because it was so recent. He couldn't though. For a body that has never touch the sense of black magic, it repels it, especially in high quantities like I was doing.

"What? Nothing to say?" His eyes were wide and I think for the first time I watched as they filled with fear. Pure and fresh as the blood drained from his face and poured from his mouth. It filled his entire being so much so he couldn't move.

In mere seconds he was reduced to a pathetic lower life form, desperate to live, to survive, but not knowing how. 

"I think I'll enjoy this." I threw my hand in a diagonal line again and again. Vertical, horizontal, slowly filling each individual body part with black magic bursting them all apart.

"AHHH! AHHH! GGAAAHHHH!" His screams gurgled as the blood from his tongue poured down his throat. He couldn't swallow so it was slowly starting to drip down into his lungs.

Drowning in his own blood.

"I have to say I'm glad it's me who gets to finish you off." I dropped my hand only to hold up both to increase the amount directly to his heart.

"Die."

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The grass had been smeared with blood and flattened down by the force build-up within Vincent's body. 

It was done. 

He was dead.

But

So, was....

I turned slowly as I staggered back to his body. How long had it been? Would his body even be warm by the time I reached it?

His eyes were closed his neck almost completely shattered. What do I do? What was I supposed to do? Lose my mind? Be like every other wolf who lost their mate in a bloody battle and forget myself? Kill myself?

Why should I live in a world without him? What was the point? 

"To think I believed you to be smart." What? I lifted my head towards a small voice coming from the tree line.

"You got it at the last minute, not even a second to spare. By my count, you were probably a little too late looking at your mate there." I couldn't see very well... maybe I was hearing things too... or maybe my body was just giving up on itself. I wouldn't need to pull a knife to my own throat my own body was killing me.

But... that fire red hair was almost too bright not to notice.

"I-iris?"

"Ah, so the puppy can speak."

"I-I-"

"Honey, it takes a lot more to kill a witch as old as me than just ripping out my heart." She was blurry, maybe I was imagining it...

"What- are you?"

"Ah, who knows really. I have to say though you played a very nice queen in my game, too bad though about your king."

"He..."

"He sacrificed himself bravely for you, that's very sweet. Now if only the queen could get her head out of her heart she might be able to actually help him." I didn't understand, nothing was making sense anymore.

"H-help him?"

"It's up to you now little pup, he won't hang on forever, waiting for you to figure it out. I'm off, all my deals are done here." She called to me as her blurry figure faded into the trees.

Get my head out of my heart? What did she mean...unless. 

I blinked, tears fell from my eyes clearing my line of sight. I wasn't out of black magic yet. I still had some left... could she mean? 

I leaned down closer to Alaric, I placed my pale white hands into his torn flesh. Blood had stopped flowing, but there was one chance, one possibility that I could change that.

"Alaric," I whispered as I lowered my head to his. Our foreheads touching my breath flowing into an empty body.

"Forgive me, but I guess I haven't changed my selfish ways." I closed my eyes and focused all of the black magic still within my body into my hands, sunken into a mangled neck.

"Alaric, I curse you, to live with a shared breathe."  I felt my body lose so much of its strength the tears in my eyes dripped down onto Alaric's face as I watched it fill with color. I didn't open my eyes. I didn't remove my hands until I was sure as much black magic as I could fill Alaric's own body.

It wasn't until I heard a small gasp of air that my eyes finally flew open. There on the ground was a living breathing Alaric.

"Thank the goddess," I whispered as I collapsed on top of him. He was safe and alive and in the end, that's all I cared about.