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I could tell that something was going on between Fate and this Marishka and I knew not to butt in. I nodded to Marishka and followed Fate away from the graveyard. Fate was obviously still hurting from before and I didn't know what I could say to alieve it. I followed behind Fate my mind going in circles and I finally came to a conclusion that shocked even me. I had never been confused with anyone before and this could only mean one thing when it applied to Fate. I love her...This brought back the feelings from long ago, but this time I could actually look at them and not feel the pain. Maybe just this one last time..I can...love someone. My eyes fell on Fate as we walked and I wondered how far her feelings went.

I saw her eyes and stopped in shock. Did she love...? The emotions inside of me came to a boil and the feelings I had for her would always be there. Instead of saying anything I opened up my emotions and sent them to her. My love for her and everything else I was feeling. Including my confusion on how this should proceed. All I need is for you to say something that will give me my answer. Fate... My eyes shone and almost brimmed over and for somereason I let them. Many drops fell from my eyes while I looked at her.

I covered her hand with mine and gripped it tight. A smile lit up my face changing its composure completely. I now looked like the young man I was and all of the horrible years seemed to have washed off me. "Yes...Fate...I...I love you! Completely and forever!" I yelled these last words. Tears continued to flow down my face and I accepted them fully. "And of you, fate?" I waited expectantly, knowing the words to come.

Cyrus watched Fate and Silver from a tree. He saw her put her hand on his shoulder and after a bit saw that they were gazing deeply into each other eyes. After a few more seconds he saw them embrace lovingly. He turned away in disgust. But then again...he had always wanted someone to be with. No one wanted to be with him. He was so lonley...he was happy he was already dead.

Glancing around, she smelled something. Noticing the man, she scowled abit. How dare he? Sighing, she could feel his lonely soul. That was how she had been for so long..Fate was terribly thankful that was all something of the past.

They didn't respond to him. They appeared to be under a trance. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his side. He looked down and saw that he was bleeeding heavily from what appeared to be a...dog stracth. He spun around and drew his guns. He fired a few rounds...but nothing was there. He dabbed his fingers into his blood and then licked them. His eyes flashed blue. The blood lust had begun. He sniffed the air and deteded a scent behind him, approaching fast. When it was at the right time he jumped and did a backflip. He saw the lycan below him. When he was at the right angle, he yanked the knife out of his boot and burrowed it right between the lycans shoulder blades. The lycan screamed out in pain, as the blade had silver coating. It reached behind its back to pull the blade out, but could not reach that particular place. It howled and rushed Cyrus. Cyrus did another flip over the lycan, but this time he didn't do anything in the air. He waited until he was on the ground. He pulled out 6 throwing knifes, 3 in each hand. As soon as the lycan turned to face him, he launched each set to either side of its face. All three struck, but only grazed his cheeks, giving him a bloody whiskers look. The 6 blades kept going but gradually descended and eventually stuck into the soft earth. The lycan, apparently distracted by the new "whiskers" was to upset to notice that Cyrus had strolled behind him. Cyrus stuck his gun up to the lycans skull. "GAME OVER" he said, and pulled the trigger.

The shot rang through the night and scared the birds off. The lycans body slumped onto the ground and started reverting back to human form. Cyrus reached down and pulled the knife out and, after wiping it off, re-sheathed it.Cyrus took its coat and covered the human body with it. He hated when they changed back. He picked the now light body up and carried over to a tombstone. He laid in a sitting position against the stone and walked away into the horizon. On his way out he picked up the 6 throwing knifes and the shell casing.

Quietly, she glanced at the figure. Snarling abit, she did notice something in the air. It could've been the presence of two Lycanthropes mixed with her own scent. Shrugging, either way, she'd let this one figure it out for himself.
Calmly, she looked back to Silver. This was a tense place for such a meeting, when only moments ago had it been a sanctuary for solitude.