Destroyer

“I will find you... I will kill you! You will pay for what you’ve done and death won’t be your end.” Clara looked up at the face of Destroyer. He gritted his teeth and looked at the woman. He placed his foot upon her head and pressed down. Hearing her scream was music to his ears. It was relieving but it didn’t rid him of the pain. He shivered and dropped to the ground. Looking at his hands and body that was covered with blood.

He lifted his head and looked at the cages of murdered victims. He felt sorry, but he killed them He had to. All of them so he could run. Run.

“You okay?” Caroline looked over to Destroyer and he smiled. He held her close as they sat on his bed looking at the TV. They had been watching Kim possible over again. It was getting cold outside so they decided to stay in and watch old movies and shows. Most of the pack was doing the same so no one really paid attention.

He brushed her hair from her neck and stared at it for a good while.

“It just crossed my mind but... I would like to...Mark you. If that’s okay.“Her eyes widened and looked up at him. He was sincere as always and she held onto his hand.

“You want to? Really?” She asked him and moved upwards. She sat on her knees and faced him.

“I do. And if there’s a chance that...we could finish everything along with it id like to do that too.” Her mouth mimicked the letter O and darted her eyes around.

“Uh, you...want to uhm...mate..?” She said in a high pitched awkward voice. SHe didn’t mean it, he wasn’t sure how to say it and twisted her face.

“Oh. we don’t have to. I mean...you’ve only been thinking about it since last month.” Her face tinted red and rolled her eyes.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her over to him.

“Ah...okay. But i. I’d like to not have sex?” She held her breath hoping he wouldn’t take offense. After hi telling her what she’s been through and crushed her heart. She never expected him to go through something like that. It made her sick and she didn’t want to do anything intimate with him. Not in the way that he had been with someone else before, more of just being afraid she’ll do something and it would trigger him.

“Of course.” He told her and pecked her lips then brushed her hair to the side. She placed her hands onto his head and messed with his hair. His hair and beard made everything about him or majestic. She couldn’t help but feel tears well in her eyes thinking about him. Destroyers eyes widened and held her tightly.

“Why are you crying? I’m sorry if I did something. Caroline??” She shook her head quickly and sobbed into her hands.

“I’m so sorry. I know it doesn’t mean much of anything but I’m sorry. I don’t understand how I could have someone as perfect as you. You’re so sweet, so thoughtful and I just...i blamed you for everything that went wrong.” She wiped her tears in an attempt to stop and couldn’t look at him.

He raised her head by her chin and made her look at him.

“You, being you. Made me realize that you deserve to know everything about me because we were made for each other. We were made for each other therefore I could never blame anything on you for having lack of information that I was supposed to give you. You are the kindest and greatest person I’ve ever met. You made me see that I could tell you anything. And that’s okay. I know I’m not 100 percent, but you being with me can make me one hundred percent. You already do so.” He recited what was on his mind and it made her half-heartedly smile.

She placed her arms around him and breathed deeply. She felt calm whenever she was wrapped in his arms. He was soothing and gentle, especially for a big man.

“Do you think you would ever go back? To New York?” She asked and he thought for a second.

“I do. I really do. The previous four years, after everything life had been...kind to me. I got better, got a job..made some friends. It was nice. I’d like you to see that too... I mean if you’d like. One day. You could even meet my past significant others.”

“Past..S Os?” She asked and he nodded.

“Never lasted long...there’s only two of them and I got in each relationship less than a year of moving back. They’re really nice people. John was the one who actually helped me...he’s a witch..or well a warlock now I should say. He was...actually the one to find me after everything. The first one I told...it was okay of course. I can’t wait for you to meet him.” She rubbed his cheeks and nodded.

“I would love to meet him.”

“He would love to meet you.” He pecked her lips and gripped her hands.

“Will you, give me the honor of marking you?” He asked ever so politely and she melted. She pressed her cheeks together and nodded.

“Oh, please?” She asked and he smiled. He grabbed onto her waist and planted her onto her back. He made sure her hair was out of the way. He placed his nose in the crook of her neck. He wasn’t sure how he would do this, but he could do it. She waits in anticipation. She could feel her heartbeat race faster than normal and took deep breaths each time she thought he was going to bite into her.

All of a sudden she heard a giggle. “Listen,”

“You have got to stop making your heart race. I can’t focus.” She groaned and flicked him. Closing her eyes she hummed and calmed down. She felt his breath hover a certain spot on her shoulder. She could tell he was thinking about and she held onto his arms.

‘Why the hell are his arms so beefy...Good God.’ She thought to herself and he chuckled some more. She decided to ignore it and decided to think this of a nap.

Destroyer could smell that she was waiting. He didn’t want to make her wait anymore and told himself he got this. He placed his lips onto her shoulder and closed his eyes. When he found the right spot he expanded his canine and slowly moved them into her skin.

“Ah..ow.” She whined and clenched her teeth. She felt his teeth dig into her shoulder as deep as it could and immediately she felt that her soul had latched to his. His soul became the dark to her light and created a beautiful shape of wonder.

She could feel her body go numb and all of her energy drained. She seemed to pant gently and placed her head onto his chest. She felt as if she had a hard time catching her breath and he gripped her up. He could see that her entire being was drained.

“Oh..i don’t understand...” She mumbled and blinked trying to get her vision back.

“I guess I tend to do that. We were not engaged so everything was calm so you’re tired.” He kissed her cheek and looked at him.

“You’re an amazing person.” She finally shook off the drunken state and wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned forward. She placed her legs on either side of him and placed her hands onto his chest.

She then dug her fingers lightly into his side and he let out a laugh causing him to grab her hands. She started tickling him and he began to laugh. She loved hearing him laugh and it brought much joy to her ears. He had grabbed onto her and started to do the same.

“Oh, so you think tickling me is funny huh?′ He taunted and she threw her head back.

“No! Ah! I’m sorry!” She yelped and pulled onto his hands. She had completely forgotten about the little bit of blood staining her shirt and the teeth marks. She had rolled them both over and even kissed his lips.

“You love me.” She said and he hummed. She placed her finger on his shoulder and looked at him. He gave a nod of approval and extended her own canine and gently bit him. She felt herself gain the energy she lost and looked at his face.

“You know...we don’t have to be fully intimate with each other...” She suggested and placed her fingers onto his beard.

“You are...brave.”

"I’ve found him. I fucking found him! I knew it. Imagine. Imagine me gripping his hair and holding him up. The moment I rip his heart from his chest.” The shaky voice came from Clara. She was sitting in a chair in a room. A hospital room. She held up a provocative picture of Destroyer and smiled at it. Having her skull crushed in and completely shattered and destroyed made her recovery harder than all the rest.

Her mind was shattered and her memory took four years to come back. Clara could remember bits and pieces and it came rushing back as soon as she saw the picture. Her people were gone, her business was gone, everything was gone. Something peaked in her mind and she managed to dig up a picture that had been in her things from her home fire.

“Oh, love...you know I would have found you either way.” She seemed to look out her hospital window and smiled.

“This kitty...this kitty is all fired up.”