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I thought she was the one for me, I really did. Even without my soul, I thought I knew what it was to love. Dru was the one for me. She completed me. I still remember every hunt we went on, every innocent we killed. I remember all the blood baths, all the torture sessions, all the "games" we played. She was perfect...and now she's gone. Stupid bitch left me high and dry for a washed up punk who thought himself king of the world. So what if he was an alpha? I could rule a pack if I put my mind to it; I just don't want a bunch of pests looking to me when they need to go to the bathroom or eat a snack. I'm not a babysitter, I'm a killer and I'll be damned before I give up my freedom for a home between borders. I make my way to the edge of the crater and with no hesitation this time, I walk on in. I move into the trees, trusting the darkness like an old friend. Soon rocks and caverns open up on the sides of the walls around me, inviting me into the darkness. I hold back but only because I want to know my exits before I trust it fully. I'm a night walker but I'm no fool. Hearing the sounds of rushing water, I head toward it, expecting a river or a fast flowing creek. Instead I find a waterfall. Tilting my head up, I watch the water flow over the edge, mesmerized. It reminds me of blood as it flows from a throat that's been ripped right out of the neck, a free flowing river of life. Dru, you bitch. I'll show you. I'll show all of you. I murmur to the air as I move away from the waterfall, coming back to the caverns now. Looking between the openings, I grimace. Eenie, meenie, minie, moe, then... My voice trails off as I pick the one on the left and go in, moving slowly, silently, not sure what's here. Whatever or whoever, doesn't mean I want them to know I'm here. Spike_male_four seasons_no imprint_no ties_no spawn_no pack |