His fingers tightend and the voices were screaming in ecstasy.
Kill him. Destroy him. Show him the monster he loves. Show him as he dies. The barrier creaked and groaned before shattering. Memories flood his mind and tears flooded his eyes. Everyone was always trying to leave him. You’re dangerous they cried. I’ll show you danger. You’re monstrous they scream. I’ll show you a monster. And he did. He showed them and he took away there ability to leave. But that wasn’t all that came, the blood bond. Deafened by the voices, came screeching back and there was emotions. He didn’t like them and it made his skin feel like it was stretched to tight over his body. There was pain, betrayal, anger, hate and hope. Dying hope. And the lack of oxygen burning his lungs.
There was hands on his and they were hot like they were on fire and it was hard to breath like someone was choking him. His mind focused and there was Jamie, struggling under his hands as he choked him. Tears fell from his face and one landed on his skin. It hurt it burned. He jerked away releasing the boy and backing away. “Not again.”
This is the way it is. The way it will always be. You will kill that which you love most. It is what you are. Nothing but a monster. Nothing but a monster.He took a step away from Jamie before collapsing before the boy.
The teen’s words suddenly raced through his mind and he released what had happened. He was going to do to Jamie what he had done to Lovisa. “Pathetic Jamie?” He swallowed hard, he wasn’t sure what it was but all he could focus on the mass of pain that was his fiancee. “My presence disgust me?” He scoffed as he looked away from the teen. “You sound just like the voices. I’m surprised you didn’t call me a monster. I’m surprised that you didn’t remind me of ever person I’ve had to kill, ever person I killed because I wanted to and the things that I do to my pets! I’m surprised that you didn’t mention that you owned me! That you didn’t tell me you were never going to leave! But that would be a lie, they always leave in the end. Even the voices. So go on, leave. And if I never see your face it will be too soon.”
*Jamie collapsed to the floor, gasping and coughing, rubbing the area around his neck where Drake’s hands had just been. He pressed himself close to the wall, refusing to so much as glance in the Reaper’s direction as he struggled to catch his breath. He was alive and he wished that it didn’t surprise him so much.
The back of the brunet’s head was pounding and he reached back to hold it as he managed to sit himself up. But it wasn’t just his head that hurt, his whole body did. He felt as if he’d been run over by a truck. Drake was talking again and Jamie forced himself to look at him, just a few feet away pathetically on the floor, just like him. Only his face hadn’t been burned or his feet sliced open or his head slammed into a wall or his throat almost crushed.
Tears were still welled up in Jamie’s eyes and he tried to blink them away. Had Drake told him to leave? It was hard to hear over the blood pounding in his ears. Was this a trick or a test of some kind? The door was only a few feet away but where would he go? It’d take him hours to walk home and with his feet in the shape they were… And his mother would ask him all kinds of questions… Jamie looked long and hard at Drake. Let her ask questions, he thought bitterly, he’d tell her truth. He didn’t owe the older male anything. He’d already given him so much.
Slowly the teen forced himself to his feet, using the wall for support. This was not his home, it never had been. The only thing that had been here for him was gone. Wordlessly he walked along the wall towards the door, glancing over at Drake now and then; He still wasn’t sure if he was really going to let him go. Jamie bent down to retrieve his shoes and slipped them on, wincing. Then he was inching the front door open, looking back one more at Drake before disappearing out it*