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She glanced behind herself as she was making the trip to the laundry room and gave him a glare. With him it was always the same excuse ‘you’ve seen me worse’ or something similar to that statement. He knew that she hated seeing him hurt in any form or manner, even if it was small cuts. Marcos was following close behind her as she made her way into the room, he stood at the door.

A blush crossed her cheeks as she thought about the dream she had been having previous to him coming home. She opened her mouth to ask him a question, but then decided against it. Bricia placed the garments along with his shoes on top of the dryer. As she looked at the clothes before throwing them into the open washer she made a face realizing that the shirt he had been wearing was completely destroyed. Bricia brought it to her nose and sniffed it; she wrinkled her nose at the horrible smell. Why does it smell like someone decided to roll around with it on in the sewage?

Nearly vomiting, she threw it in the trash can, deeming it a lost cause. Bricia then picked up his jeans, checking them over then promptly tossing them into the washer. He could use some work clothes for when he decided to do something that may involve sawing or fixing the apartment. “It wasn’t the best sleep I’ve ever had…I’m not really all that hungry,” she said in a whisper.

Her body felt somewhat weak and she leaned on the washer, propping herself up by the palms of her hands. The fact was that she was very hungry and the dream she had earlier was weighing heavy on her mind. At this time of the month she had slight anemia and her not having eaten that much only made it worse. Bricia could feel her knees giving under her weight and she forced herself to stand properly, continuing to load the washer the way it should be.

Bricia closed the lid of the washer and then turned so that she could lean against the washer and it would make it appear as though she was fine. A small smile was soon curving the corners of her lips upwards, and then she saw an image she could not explain. He was in the shape of that monster that she had seen in her dream, as she blinked he turned back to the shape she recognized.

She made her way over to him and grabbed onto the sides of his arms, partially to keep her balance. This was real, he was not one of those monsters. They did not exist, they were myth. “Have you ever…seen or dreamt about things that could not have possibly ever happened?” They had to be myth.

“Because I’ve been having these dreams…and I’ve been seeing things. Things that could not have ever happened. Things that have to be fake. Marcos, I think I’m going insane,” her breathing became a bit more ragged, “Mom and dad died…they died in a car accident. They weren’t eaten alive by some mythical monster. We weren’t attacked by it. We can’t be nearly a century old and look this young….can we? We’re not, right?”

Her eyes searched his face for any change of expression that may indicate otherwise. Bricia knew that they were different than other people, they tended to stay away from the more populated areas and sometimes they just did not fit in all together. Simply put, they were outcasts among regular society and it had nothing to do with her illness, but everything to do with their mannerisms.

“We’re normal…like everyone else,” she paused for a moment. This all seemed so bizarre for her to be asking, but right now she just needed the reassurance. He would probably just laugh it off like always and give her a pat on the head like he did when she asked silly questions. “Aren’t we?”

The whole dream of her parents having been eaten could not be true and if it was that meant that she and her brother had slept together. They were different, but not that different. She relied on him as a child would on its parent, or was this the bond a woman had with a man?

To be honest Bricia had never had an amorous relationship with anyone. There had never been a boyfriend or anything when she was younger, no one that she had ever been with in that kind of manner. This only caused the explanation of what they were to each other in her head to be more obscure. She was mentally slapping herself as she held onto him and her body urged her to kiss him.

“What am I to you?” She could not even fully understand her own question. It must have been those dreams that were making her act this strange, or maybe even her monthly cycle. “Other than just your sibling, what am I to you and what are you to me?”





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Feeling: Tired/Confused.
Thoughts: Am I going insane?
Location: In the apartment.
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Alex sat there sobbing quietly every so often begging for forgiveness again. Then she moved her hand behind his head but unlike when she had been trying to stitch him up her touch was so gentle almost like a heavy feather touching the back of his head. He heard her softly shush him in his ear and he simply sat there sobbing then she did something he could never have imagined in all of his years of life. She told him a story about how she had realized she loved him and that she forgave him the moment she realized this and that she had always wanted him to touch her and that she thought of it as like a consummation of there relationship. As if she had thought they were already together in some way.

He did not really understand it all but he knew that his search for the last two years was fruitless considering God knew when and where for them to meet again. Alex just sat there thinking about this then she kissed him. He nearly fainted, his vision blurred again and his knees got weak. Once her soft lips had finished their caress of his she told him the thing that made his heart beat like a drum, it nearly flew out of his chest. She told him again that she loved him. He was simply mind boggled, he felt like the world was spinning out of control but in a good way. Then he stared at her the feeling of her lips was still upon him and he longed to feel it again but he did not move he just simply watched her.

He did not want to be the man he had left behind in that gutter. The man who needed to be rescued from his own mind and lust, but he truly did love this woman. More than any other he had ever seen or been around. He could not do anything though his mind was screaming but his lips would not move. He softly held her face, tears still streaming from his eyes. He leaned in and finally kissed her, almost like his body was afraid of her but he wanted to kiss this woman for past two years. He finally broke his fear and leaned in he kissed her softly not a short kiss though a long and slow kiss.

Then he broke it very slowly and he finally said what he wanted to sense they were young, "I love you E-an. I have loved you for so long." He pulled her into a strong hug and then said in a whisper, "Can I sit down? Because I feel like I am going to faint. He was starting to calm down a bit and even though he felt really drained like someone had made him run a marathon. He slowly let go of her and sat on the bed. Alex laid down lightly but his eyes never left her face; he never wanted to forget it ever again. He could not believe that he had some how not noticed who she was. Then the thought of the fact that his vision was blurred came to him and he smiled.

Alex’s breathing began to slow he could barely move now. His body felt so weak but he figured it was from the fatigue of driving for such a long time then hurting himself and now this. He simply wanted to remain like this forever just sitting here. Never moving in time hoping it would all just stay this way. He reached out and took her hand and held it reassuring himself that this was real that she really was here and that she kissed him. Alex simply sat there and said quietly, "My name is Alexander now. I had it changed. So I could forget about the horrible things I'd done some what. But never to forget you...Never."

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E-an could feel him hesitating as she held him to her. He was afraid of something, and she could probably guess what that was. There had been so many things that had accompanied them throughout the past two years and he may have had some of those things follow him as well. She grimaced at the fact that he may have been trying to avoid her all together, doubt was already setting in the back of her head. So many things had happened in such little time. The phrase she had always wanted to tell him had finally been uttered and he just sat there, looking at her with an expression of utter shock.

As she was about to begin to pull away from him, he took her face in his hands and held her there gently. E-an held her breath as he leaned in toward her and returned the kiss she had given him. It was the only response she needed from him to feel like he wanted her as much as she wanted him. There had been so much pain in her life up until this moment, now she just felt safe. Her heart fluttered and it was as if it wanted to burst into a million shards as he told her those three words. The three words that he had never told her while they were teens and got into their twenties, he said ‘I love you’. Tears leaked through again when it felt like she had no more to cry, she was so happy that he told her the one phrase she had been wanting to hear.

The clear liquid came through even more as he pulled her into his arms, holding her firmly. All this time she never thought that they would meet in this place or in this matter for that fact. She was like a child in his arms, a weak and defenseless little girl. But at least now she had the strength she had been searching for.

Bruce pulled away from her and even though she did not want to let go of him she let him pull away. The tears had finally ceased to be shed and she whipped them away as he got comfortable on the medical bed. She came to stand next to him, placing one of her hands on the top of his head and gently patted him. E-an could tell that he was very tired and she did not blame in the least. One of his hands reached out to her and grasped hers, as if trying to reinstate the fact in his mind that she was solid. He explained why he had changed his name and reassured her that it was not to forget her.

She faltered a moment as she came to lean over him, resting part of her weight against the bed. “There’s someone you haven’t seen in a long time. Would you mind,” she paused for a moment, “coming home? Annette has grown up so much and her birthday is only a few days away…as is mine.”

The young mother was not so sure he would want to even go to see his daughter; he might be trying to avoid that responsibility. But it was time to face the truth; Annette was his daughter as much as she had been Ashton’s. Although she had wavered it was written all over her face that she wanted him to come home, his home. They were a family nonetheless, no matter what had happened in the past or what had separated them. They were still family, he was the father of her little girl and sooner or later he would need to face that. “Alexander,” she said in odd tone, as if she did not want to use that name to call him by. “it would mean so much to me if you came home.”

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Marcos watched as she sniffed his clothes and made a horrible face. He couldn't help but chuckle a little at it considering the face she made. Then he listened to her complaining that his clothes smelled horrid. He smiled softly remembering the night before events and was simply just happy he wasn't on the end of his own sword. Marcos was exaused he hadn't been this tired in a long time. Actually he was so tired he hadn't noticed the fact that her sent had changed till just now. His eyes widened a little as the end of her musk hit his nose and he gulped. Marcos new that she was much better then she had been when he had first found her but he new very well that her time of the month or months as it the case may be that she became almost insane. He watched her movements though and she wasn't twitching like she had last time. She was very lucid actually and he was happy about this but still some what worried and he was biting the crap out of his own tongue to stop himself from doing anything that his instincts were telling him. Werewolves have a serious issue with controlling themselves. This is often due to there emotions or the need to feed and finally the need to mate. This was one of those three. She was in heat. He hated this every time it came around more then life it self. He watched her face as she told him how she slept and listened as she examined and began to wash the clothes. Then she leaned on the washer she seemed a bit weak kneed but this was normal for her because she almost always became anemic.She walked over to him and grabbed his arms he could feel that most of her weight was now on his arms. Then she began asking him if he had seen things in his dreams that could not be possible. He stared at her and said. "What you mean like flying or something? Sure I have." He said before shutting up and listening again. The look she was giving him was still a smile but her sent and eyes were frantic. He could feel her tensing up. He was worried it may be because of her being in heat but she still seemed to lucid to be losing control to that. Then she went on and to say she had been dreaming impossible things and that she thought she was losing her mind. He began to be a little worried and yet optimistic that maybe she was beginning to remember. But then he breath began to get heavier and she looked a bit scared as she began telling him about what she had fabricated in her mind as to what happened to there parents he simply listened to that thinking, "I wish that was how they died." Then he stared at her his eyes widened a bit when she actually began asking about what really happened. She almost begged him to tell her that there parents had not been eaten and that they didn't get attacked by a werewolf or that they were actually near a hundred years old. He stared at her and didn't speak he new she had more to say and didn't want to make her lose her break through that may be happening. Then she said almost trying to make herself believe that they were normal. But then she questioned even that. He almost spoke but she kept on now asking what she was to him. This made him a tad nervous. Did she know what happened when they first turned? He turned a bit red. He felt embarrassed and a bit ashamed at the time he had little control in his changed form he was little better then a full blown berserker. Then she went on asking other then siblings what were we. It wasn't like he could say that he was the alpha of her pack and she was his "mate" in there pack. He didn't fully understand it all himself. He just new that he had killed the werewolf that apparently she had made her mate 5 years ago and she then turned and followed him from then on even in here Lycan form. But then the question he really didn't want to answer came. She asked why was she on birth control. Marcos put his hand behind his head an scratched. He new she wouldn't just take any answer for these question but he new he risked her having a transformation right in front of him if it was to much for her to handle. But he had always told himself it was better to tell the truth and so he did. "Ya mom and dad died to a Lycan who was a kid around the age of eleven. Then it turned on you and I and bit us and I stabbed it too death but wasn't sure it was fully dead so I dragged you and I down into the basement. While we were down there before the Lycan died it ate the remains of our parents. And yes we are about ninety years old or so. I am eighty seven and you are exactly ninety. No we're not normal we are both Lycans because of what that berserk Lycan did to us. And you are in my pack and thus you are my mate because I am the alpha. And if you had a dream that we mated when we first turned it was actually a memory. Which explains why your on the pill as well because ya it would be bad if you had a child with me. He sat there after that almost out of breath. This wasn't the first time he had told her all of this and he didn't really expect this to be the last either. He held her sides mostly expecting her to turn right then and force him through the door and thought, "God I hope she doesn't throw me through another door."

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Feeling: Tired/Hungry.
Thoughts: I wonder how many clothes that makes that I have ruined.
Location: Mine and my sister's apartment.

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Bricia was quick to notice the change in his demeanor. This was something she did not want to see, she refused to accept this. No, this could not be real. Her dark brown eyes were glued to his face, his expression changed. That was the only clue she needed, everything she had just asked…it was true. It was all true.

NO! NO! NO, her mind began to scream. This isn't real. It isn't real. Then all of it came back to her, the images flooding her mind. All of those things her mind had been harboring came through as if a dam had just broken within her mind. Those things she had been locking away, all of those horrible memories.

He held her steady in his grip as he explained everything, giving all of her questions answers. No, please…this can’t be real. Marcos was looking straight at her, verifying all of her fears. That dream she had been having was a memory, it had all been real. What concerned her the most was what he told her after telling her it was all true, she was his mate. She was on birth control so that they would not have any children.

The girl stood there in front of him, an unexplainable expression on her face, her smile was gone. She had not completely grasped what he had been telling her until her mind slowed down at the memory of how he had finally gotten her to follow him. It was as though her sight had left her and she was in a different plane of existence.

It was a hot summer day in the southern tip of Mexico almost into South America. She was with a pack of berserkers just like her, she was the alpha female and another fairly large wolf was her mate. He was a solid black in comparison to her chocolate brown fur; she had just given birth to a litter of pups a month ago and was tending to them in the den.

The pack was on edge, she could feel it in their movements. There was something that was agitating them and she could not place what it was, their vocalizations sounded angry. She could understand them and as she stood, making her way toward the alpha male her two small pups followed at her feet. Bricia was quick to note that although the male whom was her mate was in control of this group, she was much larger than him. This surprised her slightly; did this mean that she was older than him?

She then heard one of the other wolves exclaim that there was an intruder, her instinct then took over. Her ears searched for the noise of the intruder as she ushered her litter into the den. Then something happened, she was knocked to the side, hitting the hard rock. All went black for a few moments, when she came to her mate was standing over her, covered in blood. He was beside himself with grief. The female did not understand what was going on, she was quick to stand on all fours and start looking for her pups. It was then that she knew why her mate was so upset, they were dead.

Bricia came back to the current time, tears in her eyes. “Marcos, my babies…he killed my babies. That monster killed my two little boys.” She was shaking uncontrollably, sobbing as she began to talk incoherently. This ache in her chest was threatening to tear her apart; she had not been able to protect her offspring as a good mother should. Those two innocent little children, her children had died to another wolf.

Her mind drifted again, pushing further into the memory. Later, that same day, a hunter was coming through their territory and some of their younger pack members caught his attention. The young ones had brought about the end of most of the elder members and themselves, but luckily they killed the hunter. Now, the only ones left of their pack were her and the young male.

That night they began to move north so that they could rebuild up to what they had lost in one day, but they were stopped. It was a Lycan in human form, at the time she did not recognize him. As this outsider tried to kill her mate Bricia was quick to react, she lunged at him with all of the force she had left.

After a while this male began to turn into something large, the transformation took only a few moments and soon he was bigger than both her mate and her. She snarled at him as he approached them once more, intently watching. The new male took a quick leap and soon the fight began once again. The scuffle lasted for a good hour until he managed to kill her current mate, snapping his neck in one quick bite.

She instinctively approached him with caution, whimpering to show that she was now under him. Bricia made herself seem even smaller when she laid under him, submissively. This new male was now her mate and she would follow him until someone else took over this ‘pack’.

Bricia came back for the final time, taking in a deep breath. Tears were streaming down her face, what hurt her the most out of that memory was loosing those little ones. Everything else that happened in that dream seemed so minuet in comparison to that. As she began to cry again she wrapped her arms around him, and pressed her face against his chest. She was seeking comfort in the safety of her brother’s arms…or better said her mate.

The concept was much easier to grasp than she thought it would have been, after having seen everything through solid instinct everything made so much more sense. She knew that this was wrong as far as human morals went, but they were not human. At least, not anymore. Then another fear hit her, “I don’t want you to leave me to die alone. Please, don’t. You’re the only person that could understand what I am.”

She was frightened of the thought that he may die and leave her here by herself. What would become of her if she lost him? Bricia doubted that she could survive, but that was not the only reason she did not want him to die. There were feelings that she had always harbored toward him since they were small, she adored him…but now her love had grown to a different level and she was scared to accept it.

Bricia pushed those thoughts out of her mind as she asked, “I had more than that litter didn’t I? What happened to the rest of those babies? Where were you all of those years? What happened? Why were we separated? Marcos, where are our puppies? Why didn’t you protect them?” Her voice started to break as she forced herself to remain calm. This was also something else she had received from those memories, when she went into a state of emotional shock she would turn. Bricia took a deep breath, managing to keep herself calm for the time being.




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Feeling: Tired/Confused.
Thoughts: Am I going insane?
Location: In the apartment.
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Marcos watched as she sniffed his clothes and made a horrible face. He could not help but chuckle a little at it considering the face she made. Then he listened to her complaining that his clothes smelled horrid. He smiled, remembering the events of the night before and was simply just happy he was not on the end of his own sword. Marcos was exhausted; he had not been this tired in a long time. Actually he was so tired he had not noticed the fact that her scent had changed until that very moment. His eyes widened a little as the smell of her musk hit his nose and he gulped. Marcos knew that she was much better then she had been when he had first found her but he knew very well that her time of the month or months as it the case may be that she became almost insane.

He watched her movements though and she was not twitching like she had last time. She was very lucid actually and he was happy about this but still somewhat worried and he was biting the crap out of his own tongue to stop himself from doing anything that his instincts were telling him. Werewolves have a serious issue with controlling themselves. This is often due to their emotions or the need to feed and finally the need to mate; this was one of those three. She was in heat, he hated this every time it came around more then life it self. He watched her face as she told him how she slept and listened as she examined and began to wash the clothes. Then she leaned on the washer she seemed a bit weak kneed but this was normal for her because she almost always became anemic during this particular time.

She walked over to him and grabbed his arms he could feel that most of her weight was now on his arms. Then she began asking him if he had seen things in his dreams that could not be possible. He stared at her and replied, "What you mean like flying or something? Sure I have." He said before shutting up and listening again. The look she was giving him was still a smile but her scent and eyes were frantic. He could feel her tensing up, he was worried it may be because of her being in heat but she still seemed too lucid to be losing control to that. Then she went on and to say she had been dreaming impossible things and that she thought she was losing her mind. He began to be a little worried and yet optimistic that maybe she was beginning to remember. But then he breath began to get heavier and she looked a bit scared as she began telling him about what she had fabricated in her mind as to what happened to there parents he simply listened to that thinking, I wish that was how they died.

Then he stared at, her his eyes widened a bit when she actually began asking about what really happened. She almost begged him to tell her that their parents had not been eaten and that they did not get attacked by a werewolf or that they were actually near a hundred years old. He simply watched her and did not speak he knew she had more to say and did not want to make her loose her break through that may be happening. She then said almost trying to make herself believe that they were normal, but even she questioned even that.

He almost spoke but she kept on now asking what she was to him. This made him a tad nervous. Did she know what happened when they first turned? He turned a bit red. He felt embarrassed and a bit ashamed at the time he had little control in his changed form he was little better then a full blown berserker. Then she went on asking other then siblings what they were. It was not like he could say that he was the alpha of her pack and she was his "mate" in their pack. He did not fully understand it all himself. He just knew that he had killed the werewolf that apparently she had made her mate five years ago and she then turned and followed him from then on even in her Lycan form. But then the question he really did not want to answer came. She asked why she was on birth control.

Marcos put his hand behind his head and scratched. He knew she would not just take any answer for these questions but he new he risked her having a transformation right in front of him if it was too much for her to handle. Marcos had always told himself it was better to tell the truth and so he did, "Ya, mom and dad died to a Lycan who was a kid around the age of eleven. Then it turned on you and I. It bite us and I stabbed it to death but wasn't sure it was fully dead so I dragged you and I down into the basement. While we were down there before the Lycan died it ate the remains of our parents. And yes we are about ninety years old or so. I am eighty seven and you are exactly ninety. No, we're not normal we are both Lycans because of what that berserk Lycan did to us. You are in my pack and thus you are my mate because I am the alpha, and if you had a dream that we mated when we first turned it was actually a memory. Which explains why you’re on the pill as well because, yeah, it would be bad if you had a child with me.” He sat there after that almost out of breath. This was not the first time he had told her all of this and he did not really expect this to be the last either. He held her sides mostly expecting her to turn right then and force him through the door and thought, God I hope she doesn't throw me through another door.

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XXXscratching the surface...

● formally, i am Marcus Alexander Gray.
● people just tend to call me Marcus or Gray, though.
● i don't know if you would consider Twenty Six. old.
● sorry, but i tend to swing towards Women..
●in case you don't know, I'm In a Relationship..

XXXXXmy autobiography

Hello I am Marcus Alexander Gray. I was born in 1983 and if you don't know how to count I am Tenty Six. I was not very popular in school in fact I was mostly the guy on the out side. Sometimes it felt like it was because my dad would never let me bring friends over or let me hang out with anyone but I got over it. I was a computer nerd for a long time because I was lonely so I sought solace in the internet. I was very good at games through out my schools days up until I dropped out. I had to drop out because my parents got a divorce and my dad got the courts to let him stop giving money to my mom to take care of me. I always disliked that but he is a selfish person who doesn't care about his children or anyone but himself. But I still had to drop out so with little to no schooling by the worlds standards my options were small. So I signed up for the military. I was promptly sent into boot camp and spent a long while in Iraq. But my gaming self never really changed. I got to keep my laptop so I kept gaming and then my mom told me I should try dating or something on the net or at least talking to people who aren't being shot at all the time. So I was forced onto E-Harmony by my mom and so I started talking to normal people. I had no real intention to date anyone even though that was the point of the site but still I mostly just wanted some solace in not having to think about being shot at all the time. That was when I met Helena. Little did I know she was the same Helena I had gone to school with. I hated her so much when we were in school together. She was the little pampered pricey little wench perfect example of a prep. Her and her little prep friends made poor people like me and people like me feel like the scum of the earth. But I didn't know that was her so I didn't really think about that and she seemed really nice on the net. So even though I didn't have any intention of it we sort of started to internet date while I was in Iraq. Then I got shot three times. Once in my butt which I am so utterly embarrassed about. The other was my arm and the last was my leg near my foot. So as a result I was Honorable discharged because I could no longer be on the front lines. While I was in the hospital I finally managed to get to call Helena for the first time. I have never told her that I was shot nor that the first time we talked I was laying on a medical bed recovering from surgery where they removed bullet fragments from me but that's our first talk. Not long after that we met and the realization that we had already met in school hit both of us. It was very awkward for a while but they worked through it slowly. So that's how we got to where we are now. She and I have been living together sense I was twenty one which was when I was discharged.

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Ok well I tend to be a quiet person because of how I was treated most of my life. That was until the military. When I got out of there I was at the point of I don't really give a crap about what other people think of me. I'm me and that's that. I am not really out going but I love to make people laugh. I love video games. I am a former special ops marine. So I can have a temper sometimes. But I only really want to help people. So my upfront attitude towards people tends to be a little to forward. But I don't mean any harm by it. I love my girl friend Helena. The person she grew up to be was nothing like how she used to be when I was in high school. I tend to dislike crowds because of the things that happened in Iraq. I like quiet places a lot so I tend to shy away from big events of pretty much any kind. I hate roller coasters and I love its a small world after all. Yes I know its freaking weird but I like it? I don't like the beach mostly because of the sand. I like swimming though. I love reading. Something I did often in Iraq actually. Even though I was in another country for so long you would think I would have learned a new language. You'd think but you'd be wrong I only speak English. And that is me an a nut shell.

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Marcos stood there watching her face she looked like she was going to turn her eyes had glazed over and her mouth opened. She was baring her teeth it was close he could feel her body begin its stages of change but then it stopped. She came back to herself and her eyes began poor out tears she spoke in a horse voice that a monster had killed her two little boys. She sobbed uncontrollably then her head flung back and her eyes turned yellow. She began growing hair on her face and arms her small frame began growing. He held her there praying that she would come back to her senses. She began panting and growling her jaw had extended and she began snapping at him. But then the changes stopped and she slowly turned back the tears had not stopped. Once she had turned totally back to normal she looked up at him her eyes still yellow and monstrous but the feel was clearly visible in them. She begged him not to die and leave her there alone. He felt his heart sink a little she looked like her whole world had fallen apart at the seams but he couldn't stop it this needed to happen. If it didn't happen now it would have happened eventually and then she would be going through it then. Also by then it may of become even worse. She clung to him pressing her face into his chest sobbing uncontrollably again. He pet her head feeling sorry for her but he was still worried she'd lose it. She had gotten this far before and then turned and regressed back as if it had never happened that was last time she even thought there parents were still alive before she "fainted" she had some how gotten herself to believe she had fainted because of a call telling them there parents had died in a car crash. He simply said nothing to contradict it because he wanted her to rest. But now it was all coming to her he hoped she would be able to handle it this time. Then she looked up at him the tears had stopped some what and she began asking what happened to her other pups and where he had been during it all. Marcos stood there and sighed thinking, "She will likely lose it to this one. I should just get ready to be thrown through the door again." Marcos stared at her and softly moved her fair out of her eyes. Those eyes that had finally returned to near normal and said. "All of your litters are dead to my knowledge Bri. And we were separated because you ran away from me every time I had caught up to you. Up until I killed your last mate that was when I finally got you to stay in one place and follow me. But I always followed you and protected you from the hunters. Which is how you managed never to be found to often by them. I had to follow the hunters the last time we had met because I had lost your sent. I got there too late to save your pups I felt horrible. But when I talked to the young berserker in pack language he didn't say anything but die so I had to kill him." Marcos stood there wondering what this news would make her do. He hated what had happened to her and that he could never protect her offspring or his own children. He never really new what happened to the pups she had with him the babies that were his offspring. He always wanted to know but never found out. Then he said to her. "After our first night as Lycan and our mating that same night you turned back to normal and were basically catatonic for about a week then turned again and ran into the woods. I tried following you but I was found by hunters. They seriously wounded me and I had to flee for a long time. Then I decided I needed to learn to fight or at least to control my emotional state because I lost at least a year and a half to being berserked. I needed to find someone to teach me what to do. So I went looking for a Lycan not in berserker mode and I finally found one. He was a strong old blood Lycan. He thought I was there to kill him so he tried to kill me. I had to beg him not to kill me and in the end he took me as his disciple and taught me to control myself and a sword. After that I went looking for you again I found you many time and brought you to your sense but I never managed to keep you. The most I could normally keep you sane was a week or two. Until five years ago of course when I finally realized what happened and why you didn't run away. I had become your alpha and so you were bound to me." It sounded much worse to Marcos when he thought about it all but he didn't really care considering he was nearly ninety years old what the hell did it matter what happened to him fifty years before hand.

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I am: Lycan.
Feeling: Worried
Thoughts: I think she may remember this time.
Location: Mine and my sister's apartment.

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