The Death of Me
“Helplessly praying, the light isn't fading-“ Chord Overstreet
CW- Death, blood, anger
Danika Fendyr was many things. A rebel. An alpha. A leader, daughter, and a badass in a leather jacket if she said so herself. Yet, there was one title she prized over all else.
In a life full of high expectations, terrible immediate family, and untrustworthy people, she prized friendship above all else.
Through love all is possible, or so she was told. Those five words were all the Oracle ever had to say to her, yet they rang with a gut deep importance. For a while, it’s sent Danika for a loop. Love wasn’t abundant in her life, so it felt kind of meaningless if she was being entirely honest.
That is, until she met Bryce.
The Autumn King’s bastard daughter, who loved to dance and read. Who carried the light of a star in her heart and was the first person to make Danika feel worthy as something more than a trophy for the wolves to tote around.
Bryce loved her without condition. Loved her pack, Danika’s found family, as if they were her own blood. Danika would lay down her life for Bryce. Without hesitation.
So when Bryce doesn’t pick up her phone, she finds it unusual. When she calls her two more times, and she doesn’t answer, she panics.
Bryce may ignore a text but she knows a phone call from Danika means urgency. She’s never not answered.
People ogled Bryce like a prized cut of meat whenever she walked the streets. With her wine-red hair and glowing amber eyes, she stuck out in the kind of way that made people turn their heads. Danika was fully aware of how beautiful her friend is, but the way some watched her is what causes Danika to worry. When eyes lose appreciation and become...predatory. It scared the shit out of her.
The pack of devil’s was just as defensive of their honorary member. So when she calls them, and they haven’t seen her either, they all set out to look for Bryce.
It’s well past sunset and Danika is about to lose her shit. She has her finger over the button to contact Ruhn Danaan and force him to send a search party out for his sister when Connor texts.
Bryce just messaged. I guess a date went bad? She’s at the apartment and requests a pack night.
Danika swears into the night, the Wolf under her skin bristling with irritation. There’s relief too, but mainly upset that Bryce had ignored her. Bryce let her worry. Let the pack scour the city for her, and didn’t even bother sending a message to let them know she wasn’t dead in a ditch somewhere. Then requests their company? Bitch.
Her fur overtakes the skin and she is racing down the sidewalk, prepared to rip Bryce a new one. When she reaches their dinky, dreary apartment building, Danika shifts back to her skin.
Her steps echo like thunder up the stairwell. In her head she’s already practiced three different ways to confront Bryce for her carelessness. They all ended with Danika hugging the shit out of her and soaking in the relief. It might lessen the impact of the yelling, but she didn’t care.
She’s so wrapped up in her own thoughts it takes the apartment door opening for her to notice the smell.
Danika flings the door open so hard it leaves a hole in the wall. Right there. Right in front of her face was Bryce.
But not Bryce as she should be.
Bryce should be sitting on the couch waiting for her. Her satin pajamas already on, tucked under a blanket with a spoon digging into a tub of ice cream.
Maybe tears would be staining her cheeks. Maybe Bryce would be upset. That was okay, Danika could fix upset.
She couldn’t fix this.
“No,” Danika breathes out, and the oxygen never replaces itself in her chest. It leaves her vacant, creating a vacuum inside of her that wrings her heart like a wet rag.
She’s frozen. Can’t move. Can’t blink. Cannot comprehend the sight in front of her.
Suddenly Conner materializes next to her. He must have been running as well to get there so quickly. His eyes check on her first, natural of a beta, they are quizzing and concerned. He finds no answers on Danika’s face until he follows her line of vision.
“Bryce?” He runs past Danika who still can’t force her limbs to move. A sound peels from him similar to that of a dog being slowly crushed under the weight of a tire. It’s filled with a pain unlike she’s ever heard before.
The sound jars her back to reality and in the next second she’s on her knees beside Conner.
“Bryce?” She shakes her friends shoulders, but her head flops limply. “Oh no. No. Please not Bryce.” Danika’s whole body is trembling and she shakes Bryce again.
It’s no use. There’s no waking up a person when there heart is laying next to their body. Her chest is broken open like an eggshell. All the contents strewn around her body. No sign of that celestial light that lived inside. Not a single spark.
“Bryce. Not Bryce.” Tears burn down her face and Danika is on the verge of a shift. Not into her wolf, but something worse. Something unhinged.
“Danika,” Conner chokes out. The beast of a male looks shattered. “Danika... look.”
Her eyes move away from her dead friend’s face so slowly, reluctant to ease in their vigil. On the coffee table next to Bryce’s corpse is her phone.
Her phone, sitting on top of a table full of pictures. Bryce walking. Eating. Sleeping. Her birth certificate is laid out, next to her citizen identification card, and the life span test that confirmed the Autumn King as her father and Bryce as immortal.
The pack arrives, followed by an Aux unit. Conner must have sent out an sos.
It doesn’t matter, Danika things morbidly, they are too late. Gently, she picks up Bryce’s heart in her hands, later she would get yelled at for tampering with the crime scene but she wouldn’t care then either.
With all the carefulness Danika can muster, she holds the organ against her chest, next to her own heart. Right where it belongs.
Somebody made a hell of a mistake. Ruhn Danaan leads his team into the tiny apartment, and the whole of Lunathion knows when the realization hit him.
A chorus of misery sounds from the pack. The room vibrates with the sounds of their sorrow. Ithan is trying to pull his brother away from the body, but Conner is clawing his hands. He doesn’t want to leave Bryce alone.
Ruhn is frozen, face white as a sheet. His boy toys are trying to get his attention, but the lethal stillness of the fae has overcame him. All that moves are his eyes. They blink slowly as if uncomprehending the sight of his mutilated sisters body.
Conner has fought his way back to her side. His hands are carding through her hair. “BB, you gotta wake up, honey. Please.” her beta’s voice is hysterical. It’s a toss up of which one of them is going to lose it first. “Please, Bryce. If you don’t wake up they are going to think you’re gone.”
The Autumn King has been called.
I hear Sabine is on her way, too. This is a shit show.
What’s up with Danaan? The dude is going balls to the wall insane in the lobby.
Some lucky bastard at least got a good look at her before he went ripper. Quinlan was a fine piece of ass.
Danika sets her friends heart gently back in her chest. With a kiss to Bryce’s cold cheek, her last shred of sanity falls away.
Her clawed hands are around the throat of that assaulting voice. Bryce was dead. She was gone, and this grotesque piece of demon shit couldn’t even respect her dead body. She was torn to ribbons on the floor and still these males spewed their vile words.
Danika squeezes harder as the body beneath her thrashes. He was no match for the crazed alpha, and she thrives off of his gargled screaming.
Let him writhe. The wolf encourages.
Hands are on her shoulders, her waist, her arms prying her away. Sabine’s voice is in her ear.
Regain control, Danika! You are going to kill him. Control yourself!
Her wolf-side takes control, and slips between the offending hands. Agony propels her feet, and the scent of Bryce’s blood clogs her nose. Danika is down the stairs, through the lobby, into the parking lot in the blink of an eye.
Ruhn Danaan rivals her crazy. Two members of the 33rd are holding him down as the Autumn King rages across the lot, his voice raised as he shouts obscenities at the angels restraining his son. Half the cars surrounding them are destroyed. It’s a gallery of broken glass and ruined shells to commemorate the broken heart of a grieving brother.
Danika is still running when she catches a scent. Bryce’s blood and something like rot. The smell of Hel. Her mane bristles, and the growls peeling from her maw is enough to make a Malakai tremble. Her wolf and her are of the same mind for the first time that night.
It’s time for a hunt.
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Being A Reader
I fell in love with people who don’t exist
People who did not belong in my world
We did not get a chance to meet
Or to laugh and cry together
Yet, I cannot shake the feeling
That we somehow did all this and more
I fell in love with someone
I don’t know what he looks like
Yet I can describe him better than myself
The colour of his eyes, the shape of his smile
The way he minces words
The way he constantly tries
How he gets sad at times
But puts on his trademark smirk for the world to see
Just like me
Just like so many
I found a best friend
I do not know her birthday
Or her favourite food and colour
But I know she gets nightmares regularly
I know that she would die for her kingdom
I witnessed how she almost did
I know what makes her angry
And how she likes her tea
I know her thoughts and plans
And how her mind works
Yet she constantly surprises me
I fell in love with people who don’t exist
At least that was what people who ‘existed’ told me
Yet I feel as though the former and I are more connected
I feel as though they know me too
Just as well as I do
I feel as if they understand me
Without knowing my own reality
I think I may exist for them
The way they exist for me
I fell in love with people
In pages and online
I can give you photographs
Conversations I have had in my mind
I know so little about them
Yet I know so much
I will admit though,
I have trouble distinguishing truth from speculation
Yet I know for a fact
That they are real
As real as you and me.
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