Monster's mate

Part XIII

I was about certain he was about to end her short life but the question was how? I needed to witness her ending. 

I knew she was in the ambulance and I knew he won't wait for her to get out. He is not a men that would wait when decision was already made. 

I called  out for Josh, one of Roy's top men. I can't say most trusted since Roy didn't trust anyone. Not even me. Especially not me. 

Slowly and awarely Josh approached me: "How can I be to your service?" He said and boldly looked at me. I was already on the edge so his approach rubbed me the wrong way. 

"Bow down when you speak to me." I raised my voice at him and he adverted his eyes on the floor. 

"I am sorry." He sounded genuine. 

"Don't forget your place. When we do the cost is always high." I said thinking about Sara again. 

"You know this place better than me. Sara is in the ambulance area and I want you to show me the place where I can hide and watch." He didn't looked confused as I expected. 

"I don't understand miss." He finally said and I rolled my eyes at him. 

"I want to watch her and Roy. I know he will be there. Other than that you don't need to know." 

He shifted uncomfortably and my gaze became even more intense. Maybe he was already there and I was missing it out. 

"Yes I know the hiding spot but miss, he will smell you...I would"

For some reason i had bad feeling about events that will happen. I smirked. "Well I have no choice than to hope for the best, do I?" He kept quiet. 

"Take me there, NOW!" 

I was behind the wall but could see everything in the room. It indeed was perfect hiding spot. I wonder for what purpose was it originally made for.

I could see Sara in the bed. She was conscious but looked bad. Mentally bed. Her form was somehow even smaller than before and she was already small compared to my tall and slender body. 

Her eyes had no definite focus and for the moment I felt really sorry for her. Not enough to safe her though. Then doors opened and threatening form walked inside. Roy. 

He immediately locked eyes with her and she formed weak but defiant smile. He sat next to her. 

"You are here to kill me, aren't you, my love?" She whispered with broke but brave voice. 

"Yes." 

She gave him a small node. "Did you ever feel anything towards me?" She asked

He was silent for a long time. 

"Yes." His voice was still unchanged. 

"Did I ever stand a chance?" Her voice was soft and nonjudgemental. I was impressed. If I was her, by now, I would be climbing out of the window and f**k out of here. 

He looked at his hands. There was hint of regret in his following words. 

"We both never stood a chance."

"When I met you I was already beyond repair." He  looked like he wanted to caress her cheeks but stoped himself. 

When she heard him say the word -mate- something inside her broke. She realized that was all It ever meant to him. Empty word. 

She accepted her death. She accepted It long before she even knew that she was about to be his mate. This petite, shy, book nerd girl always imagined her love to be like one of those great love stories she read about She always felt she was meant for something great. Great love. Sad thing was that she wasn't. 

As, If reading her mind he leaned closer to tell her something. He knew I was ears dropping and for the first time he wanted to tell her something exclusively for her to know. How romantic. 

"You are wrong my sweet mate." He whispered but I could hear him.

"When I look at you I do feel a pull. It is small, very delicate but consistent. This pull It never goes away. It speaks to my heart." He smiled at her pale and teary face. 

"What does It say?" She questioned as the girl does when seeking comfort before dying. 

"That It was never meant to be a pull but a force. Powerful and wonderful." He took her hand in his big palms.

"I wished you loved me like you love her" She smiled closing her eyes. Imagining what would that feel like. 

"I don't love her." He said and questingly she opened her eyes.

"Damaged parts of me loves her and all that is left off me is...damage." 

"I see. Even though, I want you to hear me out first"  She replied. 

"I don't know If she loves you but If there comes a time when things get bed I want you to remember that I loved you. Even now" She coughed, as If struggling to get words out of her mouth. I couldn't help but notice that she was already addressing herself in past tense. 

"I know that my death right now carries little to no importance but If It ever becomes more to you. If I ever become more to you... and this memory brings you only deeper suffering then I wish to never be more to you." She coughed again and hurriedly continued.

"I know this all sounds pathetic as s**t and I guess I am saying too much but what I truly want to say is that I don't want memory of me to ever be the reason for your sadness. Not even this one. And I  know that my point of view isn't too important to you but for what It means I never saw damaged men in you. An asshole yes but damaged no. Can't you see? You are life." 

She finally smiled as she closed her eyes. "Tell me love, will you be an asshole and make this painful for me?" 

"No." His voice cracked. 

"Do It now. I am ready." She whispered softly and gave him slight nod. Her eyes held no hatred. No hurt. She knew It would be harder for him If she begged. She wanted the last thing he would remember to be that she understood and that she forgave him. 

He gave her one last deep look as, if trying to remember all of her. The last chance to absorb all of her delicate features. Before anyone could register he was behind her snapping her neck, hard and quick. I twitched on the spot. 

I stopped breathing. I could see pain in his eyes. It was growing with each lasting second. He couldn't snap her neck without snapping something in himself. Then he reverted his hurt into hatred. Towards me. 

"Did I entertain you sweetheart." His voice was never more cynical. I kept silent, hidden in the safety of this walls. 

"SHOW YOUR f*****g FACE." I jumped from fright. He roared with the loudest most threatening growl my ears ever encountered and suddenly I regretted decision to ears drop. I was legit scared for my life. 

Slowly I made my way to the light. 

"I see you sister." He spitted and I knew he meant more than physical appearance. He was referring to my soul. 

"I see for who you really are. Little insecure, selfish, greedy girl." He snapped at me, roughly taking my face in his palms, pressing me on the wall. "Why is that I need your ugliness so hard?"  

"Ouch brother. That would hurt, If I gave a s**t about It." Even when frightened I couldn't help but protect my integrity. 

It felt weird arguing with him with Sara's corpse few inches away from me. 

"You are not the only one that's taking, Selest." He stated. 

I looked at him confused. 

"When I find your mate I will take him away from you, as you took mine from me." He narrowed his eyes. 

"Then we can be one sick, happy family, just as you wanted."  

I tried to touch his face but he showed it away. 

"D.o.n.t f*****g touch me. I am seconds away from either f*****g or beating you. And believe me little s**t-      I will make sure that neither of these two you enjoy."