A rouge life [CW]

She stood up. Fucking hell, she had only just sat down. What was so important that she had to get up? His eyes followed her as she moved around the table to get to him. He let the rest of the nachos fall back into the box when she simply grabbed it from him. Alright, no more nachos. He let his arms dangle down his side and looked at her as she only got closer and looked at him with her big hazel eyes. Beautiful combination of green, gold and brown.
Are you lonely?
“What? No?” his brows had quickly furrowed, and he shook his head of her. Why would he be lonely? A rouge had a lot of friends! Or, well no. The only relationship he had had with people had been when he got to know a shop owner so fell that they gave him leftover food which would be thrown out if not sold. But her words pulled on the band aid that he had put over his heart. It had been a hole which had been dug throughout so many years of being put in a fucking box – as she had said it. A hole which no one ever had cared about. What kind of witchcraft was this? Why did she care if he was lonely? She could go back to her fucking pack and sleep. It was late. “Rose, I think you’re still a little too drunk,” he said trying to steer away from the topic and hoping that she would either go home or go to bed and forget about the conversation overnight.

She cupped his face and told him she wasn’t that drunk. Even a simple touch like this and the one she had given him earlier made his heart hunger for more attention. He had been alone in so many ways for so many years that his heart was aching for any kind of attention; but even though she had offered him so much from the first time she greeted him, he still hadn’t been fully willing to accept it. “I’m not deflecting anything,” he lied watching how she raised her eyebrows and smiled at him.
It wouldn’t be that weird if…
He grabbed her hands and pulled them quite roughly away from his face, “Don’t put me in a fucking box,” he snarled at her leaning slightly closer to her. “You’re assuming everything,” he let go of her hands to let his own fly a little out into the room to gesture to everything and how he felt like this was too much. She had poked the bear.
“Why should a fucking pack animal feel lonely? With no God fucking parents to help with whatever fucking question I have?” he looked at her with wide eyes, “I kill the things I hold dear, unless someone gets to it before I do. I don't care about being alone” he continued with his pressured voice. “Which is why you should get the fuck out before I catch feelings for whatever the fuck you’re doing,” he gestured up and down at her. He turned towards he table and grabbed the basket with nachos and handed it to her, “Leave,” he told her and re-gestured the nachos towards he so she could bring them home. He had lost his appetite, and he now felt how his stomach was turning from so much food – or was It just the fact that someone tried to care?

She took the food and threw it back at the table, scattering the nachos a little. Making a mess. His eyes didn’t leave her even though she threw it. “No?” he repeated right after her still angered and looking straight back into her eyes. As he stubbornly said that she wouldn’t be leaving, and that he couldn’t make her leave, it was almost boiling every inch of him to show just how he would get her to go.
“Why won’t you leave?” he asked even though he interrupted himself quickly after, “I’ve just fucking told you that I kill what I love and that I’ve killed people in the pack I was in – doesn’t death scare you?” He grabbed onto her shoulders. “Do yourself, your family and your pack a fucking favor and leave,” he continued with his angry voice, even though he felt more and more like he was begging.

She didn’t budge. Nothing he said to her worked, and even when he got closer and grabbed onto her shoulders, she just kept staring into his eyes. She wasn’t leaving. She didn’t want to. She even whispered as if it was going to calm him down. “What are you doing?” he said as he noticed how she grabbed onto his wrists and stepped closer. Why was she getting closer? Why was she so darn stubborn? She noticed how her eyes lowered themselves to his lips and he was about to push her away. She was not going to do that.

But she didn’t lean in to kiss him. She wrapped her arms around him, entrapping his arm in her hug. “Stop that,” he said trying to continue to sound angry, but he felt like she warmed up the cold wounded heart. It just felt so… Healing.
“Don’t-” his voice had already gotten hoarse. “Rose, let go of me,” he asked of her feeling how his eyes slowly got wetter, and his heart started to beat with another rhythm. It wasn’t as angry and frustrated. Though his words said one thing, his shoulders slowly got heavier, and his body wanted to lean into it. He didn’t want this. He wanted this. He didn’t want this. He wanted this. He didn’t want this…

He didn’t look at her anymore, but just stared blankly into the low-lit room. He could feel how she loosened her grip and slowly he let his hands let properly go of her shoulders and find their way down his sides. His eyes found hers as she caressed his cheek. His expression was quite stiff and seemed ungrateful. He couldn’t let himself peel the many layered mask off, because down there, there was no control – no there was less control.
She snaked her arms around his neck and pulled them even closer and put her head next to his, telling him she wouldn’t let go. He drew a sharper breath in before he, with almost shaking hands let his hands approach her waist, so they could snake around her. They didn’t get very far, and only placed themselves on her ribs. He had such a wrecking battle with himself if he should push her away. Physically and without mercy. Because that was what he should be doing. He should keep telling her to go, so she could live her life. She had to leave so he wouldn’t trace her all the way to her pack and make everyone kill themselves or her. There were so many possibilities.

For a short while he just stood, quite frozen, until his arms gave in and slowly snaked around her, followed by his head turning a bit so his own nose was so close to her hair. He envied so many things. Family. Pack. Bath. Roof over the head and food on the table. Money. She had everything. “You’re so mean,” he whispered holding her tightly.

”Shh,” he hussed her as she replied, and he didn’t hesitate to hush her again as she continued. Even though Neil didn’t feel anywhere near satisfied or full she pulled a little away making him have to loosen the grip around her a little. It was so darn unusual for him to hold someone close, unless they were dying by his feet and he had gotten back to consciousness or gotten out of his form. It was almost like the hulk. Big and bad until he calmed down.
She kissed his cheek making him tighten his jaw a little, he loosened the grip around her as she backed a couple of steps away. His heart was beating like crazy. He let left hand slide over his forehead as if he was giving up or dealing with a lot of things running through his head. He almost threw his hand down. “Go,” he said stiffly, though his eyes still were red from the tears that he hadn’t cried yet. “GO!” he barked, taking a step closer to her.

She barked back and stepped towards him. She didn’t want to budge. “Fuck yes I’m serious!” he snarled at her. He couldn’t accept all the kindness. It tore his heart to much apart when it left or when it died. Which had happened the most was still a calculation he hadn’t yet got to solve.
And then she asked him to hurt her. The one thing he didn’t want to do. “Don’t’ tempt me,” he furrowed his brows speaking slightly lower and way more serious. But she continued to poke the already stressed bear. She wanted to see the monster. She wished to see what happened when you were thrown out of your pack. “You really want that?” he snarled, his eyes turning into the golden color with what looked like a thick cloud hovering over it, making him look almost blind. He took a step closer to her, “I can give it to you,” growled, his nails getting longer. “Just… Say it. One more time,” he continued to walk closer to her. Threatening.

He could hear how her heartrate slowed down, but maybe it was a state of stubbornness her body took her in. He didn’t know. He didn’t care fore that fact. He growled lowly as she breathed out and said that he did something again. She wasn’t even afraid to step closer to him. She just did it.
… Monster…
It was almost as ringing a bell for a fight. She didn’t even get near him with her hand, because with a snarl he hurried his hand up to her throat clenching around it. The connection was as good as lost. If he could, he would pull her a little closer before he would throw her towards the door, only to walk after her again. A growl left him and he seemed to get hairier, but yet not broader or taller.

A pained groan and a name. He growled lowly of her. She got back up and was clearly not done getting what she had asked so bad for.  She continued talking as he was approaching. For every step he took, he got a little taller and broader, and his stomach looked hollower than what could have been thought imaginable. He started getting more facial features of the werewolf. Eventually, when he was close enough, he jumped at her. He aimed for his hands by her shoulders and his knees by her hips or stomach, hoping he could knock her down again. He growled at her and wouldn’t think twice about sinking his long nails into her skin. It was almost like every moment of his ‘fight’ froze the heart that she had only just warmed up a little. As if the werewolf side of him made him colder and more aggressive. The water from his mouth even started to get greater, and soon drool would spill from between his teeth which had gotten longer and sharper.

As if it was any other evening, Jolene had gone for a hunt for vampires in the woods. She had been working for many, many hours and simply just wanted one more kill before she would call it a day and go home to Quentin by the mansion.
As usual, she had her rings, necklaces, and diverse accessories with her, so she could take on any opponent, and to her luck, she heard someone getting thrown and a pained groan. She changed her direction and shortly after saw a house with live lights and food on the table. Through another window she could see a poor girl, standing trying to calm someone down. She stood quite far away and therefore couldn’t just turn her gaze to see another angle, so she waited to the being appeared. As soon as she saw the tall hairy being she loaded up her gun and started to aim for the monster. Inhale. Exhale. And a silver bullet tore through the glass window and into the ribcage of the werewolf which had just attacked. She saw how the werewolf rolled off, but it wasn’t going to make the girl secure just yet, so she ran towards the house.

A bullet pierced through his ribs making him whimper over the curled girl underneath him before he collapsed onto the ground. Steps could be heard outside and the rouge werewolf was about to try and get onto all fours so it could go out at fight. Two shots were fired, and the rouge werewolf had only gotten up on three legs. Before he fell directly down, face first with two bullets in its forehead. Jolene finally opened the door, which now had two holes in it and entered. She kept her eyes on the wild animal and approached it first. It was only unconscious right now. She quickly equipped her long silver swords with holy symbols and placed her foot on the side of the rouge werewolf's head. She lifted the sword up, having it hanging down, pointing directly at the neck and with no hesitation she lowered the sword with a whole lot of might and power, making blood splatter and start piling up. She turned around to the girl, “Are you alright?” she wondered and approached her handing her a hand very insistingly. Her hand was covered in tattoos made with silver, making it uncomfortable to take her hand if Rose would try to.

The girl screamed, but it was already too late, and the head was off. The girl didn’t even want Jolene’s help, now that her life had been saved. “Fine,” she said and picked up a small bag of herbs, “Just use this if you wanna get home safe,” she said and threw the bag towards her. The bag contained wolfsbane. She nodded to the girl who fell onto her knees. “I did you a favor. He was going to kill you,” she said before she turned around to leave. Now, she could rest for the night.




Dizzines and nausea was the first thing that hit him as he gained consciousness. He laid for a moment feeling how he barely could move and felt clued to the floor. His whole body was sleeping, giving him a very unpleasant feeling everywhere. For a moment he just laid there in his own blood with closed eyes, collecting himself.
And then he moved. He popped an arm up right next to his chest. He groaned in pain and slowly sat up, only to fall down onto his side from dizziness and the lightheaded feeling. He rolled onto his back with a strong grimace of pain and discomfort.  “The neck again…” he complained and one hand massage the back of his neck. He had a red, fresh scar from where he had healed. He took a few sniffs in realizing that he wasn’t alone. He sat backup and felt how something burned in the side of him. He cursed loudly and grabbed onto the side of his ribs, right where he had been shot. Maybe the wound had been closed, but right now, the bullet was still inside of him, causing trouble. He looked a little around, slowly remembering what had happened before he lost his shit. He saw Rose sitting in the corner. Her heart was still beating, proving to him that she was still alive. Slowly he got up from his seat and noticed all of the blood. He was soaked. All of his body. He looked towards rose and saw how she just sat as a frozen bag in the corner. He grabbed the nearest napkin and tried to dry some of his blood of him before he approached her. “I told you I always had another chance,” he sighed and squatted down in front of her. She looked so empty. “Rose?” he furrowed his brows slightly before he closed his eyes and with a sigh he opened them again, “Rose, you need to get a bath, will you please let me help you?” He didn’t even know if there was a bathroom nor a bucket to clean oneself in.

No matter how much blood he tried to dry of himself, it didn’t really help. He was still so very bloody. She laughed a little making him slightly worried. Had she seen him die? Who had even killed him? He furrowed his brows as Rose said it was fine and she tried to get up. No second was wasted to follow her up and around. She was out of it. Poor young brain. She couldn’t handle this. His greenish blue eyes looked at her finding her purse and her phone. School was the only thing she could think of. He stepped in front of her and tried to keep her attention, even though it seemed like she ignored him and looked for something else. “Hey, hey, I’m right here,” he with a slightly rusty tune to his voice, grabbing her shoulders so she wouldn’t turn around on him and tried to catch her eyes. “Look at me. Look into my eyes,” he said and let one hand let go of her shoulder only to clap her cheek trying to wake her up. “It’s weekend. You’re not going to school,” he hoped that he could convince her, after all, what he knew it was a Sunday.

It seemed like she woke from some kind of shock and did as he had told, found his eyes. He nodded as she said his name. She could figure out if the days. Great. So far so good. Her hands found the red scar on his bloody neck. He had been killed by some woman and he could see that tears appeared in her eyes. He shook his head a little of her. “You shouldn’t have saved me. I save myself,” he said and let one of his hands find the one close to his neck. He was still sore, and few things didn’t work properly yet. He gave her hand a weak squeeze seeing how tears glided from her eyes down her cheeks. He could understand that it could be hard to see someone get killed or badly wounded.

His hand followed hers as she cupped his face, “Yeah, I’m alive,” he chuckled a little. For now he didn’t care much that she stepped closer. He nodded and smiled as she repeated herself. He let go of her hand as she pulled him in for a embrace. He groaned a little, “I’m still recovering though,” he said slightly hoarse and pained before he slowly wrapped his arms around her. “I’m okay,” he breathed out against her hair.