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Death has kissed our hearts | Evemus

Remus: caught Eva at the last moment - after forcing his numb body to react - and slowly lowered her to the floor, his arms around her shaking. This couldn't be happening. He'd never meant to - he hadn't even noticed - he'd been so worked up... his eyes fell on the knife once more, and oh /Jesus/, she was bleeding. It was coming out so fast, soaking out through her shirt. With one hand around her shoulders, holding her up, he went for the knife with the other - but hesitated, his mind hazy. No. If he pulled it out, she'd bleed faster, and she'd die - but she wouldn't die. She couldn't die. "No," He murmured, a weak noise, barely loud enough to hear. "I didn't mean to - I'm so sorry, I can't - oh, /Jesus/," His breathing was shallow now, and he ignored the pain of his head as best he could, using his free hand now to wipe the hair away from Eva's face. "I'll - I'll take you to the hospital. It's gonna be okay, okay? You'll be okay. You /have/ to be okay."

Eva: could hardly feel the pain, it was as though her body was falling into a shock. She could feel Remus catch her though. She felt him brush away the wetness on her cheeks and god she had to be dreaming still. This was a nightmare. With a shuddered breath, Eva reached up and cupped Remus' cheek in her hand. Tears blurred her vision and she tried to ignore the feeling of her blood pool around them on the floor. Already she was getting lightheaded and somewhere inside of her she knew she wasn't going to last long. Remus must've - he must've punctured an organ. "Just...hold me." She managed through the shock, her eyes never leaving his. "Please just hold me." If she was going to die then at least she'd die in Remus' arms. And so she just laid there, one hand smearing her blood on Remus' cheek, the other limp at her side. Her eyes never left his. She drank in Remus' face, his everything until the edges of her vision blackened, until that black slowly took over her whole vision and her hand went limp and fell from Remus' face.

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Death has kissed our hearts | Evemus

Remus: He was ready. He was so, so ready for it all to be over - and then she tore it away. He could have screamed. He could have torn the carpet off of the floor. Instead, he forced himself to his feet, his heartbeat resounding in his ears, and gripped Eva's wrist again - this time roughly, his hold tight. "Do it. /Kill me!/" By the hand, he shook her - hard. He wanted her to listen to him - he needed her to /listen/ to him. It was when he could no longer look at her, when the tears brimmed over his eyes, that he looked down - and his eyes saw the knife, wedged just above her stomach - right in between her rib cage.

Eva: It all happened so fast. Remus' anger, his hand on her wrist, shaking the knife angrily. She wanted to shout at him, to tell him to calm down, to /stop/. But instead she felt a sharp burning pain in her stomach. Gasping out in pain, Eva looked down at the same time Remus did. The knife - it was - it was embedded in her stomach. Tears fell down her cheeks faster as she looked up at Remus, her mouth parted in silent pain as she felt her knees give out underneath her.

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Death has kissed our hearts | Evemus

Remus: felt his heartbeat quicken as Eva moved away from his touch, and a sudden, irrational fear broke the surface as he watched her. He didn't know what he was afraid of, but the sudden feeling of having the floor ripped from under him shattered his composure. He sank back down on his knees, clutching at his pounding head - but his eyes remained on Eva all the way. It would be okay. It would all be okay, as long as he kept his eyes on her. She was bringing him what he wanted - what he /needed/. He had always been good at getting what he wanted. Despite the heat of the moment, a calmness broke out over him when Eva approached him once more, and he bowed his head, closing his eyes. When she spoke again, it felt like a slap to the face - a moment taken from his peace. /Just do it/, he wanted to say, to beg. Instead, he shook his head quickly, digging his nails into his palms. "I - I don't know. A hunter. I never caught her name." He swallowed, a frown on his face. "Emily knows. Emily knows who it was. Ask her." Remus looked back up into Eva's eyes, ignoring the tears stained on his face. "Now do it."

Eva: seemed to come crashing back into herself the moment she was near Remus again. Oh god. Remus. If she did this...she would never see him smirk at her when he was right about something for once. Or to poke and prod her to get out of bed and make them breakfast. Or to tease him by cooking him breakfast naked. (They never ended up eating those mornings.) With all those thoughts in her mind her grip loosened on the knife and she looked up at Remus brokenly. "I - I can't do this. Remus. /Please/." She begged, tears trailing down her cheeks once more. "Don't - don't make me kill you. Please let's just figure something out."

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Death has kissed our hearts | Evemus

Remus: could hear her tone softening even as she denied, and despite the empty pang he felt - something along the lines of guilt - for asking this of her, he pushed further. "I can't ask anyone else." He said, more of a whisper than anything. With shaking hands, he ran his fingers through her silken hair, opening his eyes to meet her own. "Don't make /me/ do /this/. Please, God, Eva - please!" His words were choked out, past the tears that blurred his vision and cooled his warm face. "Do this for me."

Eva: broke too. She felt the moment her heart made up its mind before her brain did. She felt herself move towards the kitchen. And she felt the person she was break and shatter on the floor with Remus because she never would be the same after this. Ever. No. After tonight she would find who did this to Remus and kill them slowly and painfully. And then she would leave. She would never look back and she'd force herself to forget the boy who meant more to her than she meant to herself. Grabbing a knife with shaking hands, she turned to Remus. "Tell me who did this to you first Remus." She whispered, knife clutched in her hand as she slowly made her way back to Remus.

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Death has kissed our hearts | Evemus

Remus: shook his head again at Eva's words, a desperation welling up inside of him. "No. No, please I - I /need/ you - I need you to do this for me," even to his own ears, he sounded pathetic, but he didn't care. He didn't have it left in him to care. He wiped away the tears that ran down Eva's cheeks, and he pressed his lips to hers, once, twice, three times, before he rested his forehead against hers, squeezing his eyes closed, as if to hide from the pain - physical and mental - that he couldn't escape. "I /can't/ be this. I don't know how - I don't want to know how. I'm... I'm not myself. This isn't me. I can't be human. Please, Eva - please don't make me live like this."

Eva: was torn, so torn over Remus' words. Because God, he was a mess. He was breaking apart and shattering into pieces she'd never be able to fix and he was asking her to end his life. His /life/. "Please no." She begged softly. "Let us - let us try to find a way to reverse the cure." Even as the words left her mouth she knew they were useless. Part of her though was angry. So angry at Remus. She wanted to throw in his face for eighteen years of her life she was human, so very human, and she would love to be it again. But he was fragile underneath her touch as she kissed him back through her emotion. "Don't make me do this." She begged one last time already feeling herself cave in to his demands. When Remus wanted something, Eva was never good at denying it to him for long.

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Death has kissed our hearts | Evemus

Remus: It felt like he was drowning. With every second that passed him by, he was sinking deeper and deeper into a pit of hopelessness; he couldn't breathe, he could barely see. Everything was slowing down to an unbearable pace. There was too much time -- to analyze, to dwell, to /think/. He felt himself crack. "Kill me." He said, searching her eyes weakly. With a strength that he could hardly believe he still had, he brought himself up into a kneeling position, ignoring the chronic throbbing he could feel in his head. "Please." Now, his hands found Eva's face, and with his thumbs he stroked the soft skin of her cheeks; a frantic attempt to calm her. Hot tears began to fall from his eyes, and he tilted his head forward in pain, trying his best not to give in to his aching muscles.

Eva: wanted to slap Remus when he said those two words. Because it felt like her whole world opened up and ripped her down into the blackness. Kill him? How could he - how could he ever think she would be okay with that? That she'd ever do that? Then the tears came and her head was spinning. So much was happening. Remus found out about Rom, he was injected with the cure, and now he wanted her to kill him. Her own tears welled up and spilled onto her cheeks as they sat there on her floor clutching each other's faces as though they were life lines. "Remus." She croaked. "I don't think I can do that." She whispered brokenly because Remus was the one person outside Jael she would give anything to and now she couldn't and she felt like a failure.

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Death has kissed our hearts | Evemus

Remus: hardly even noticed Eva's presence until she took his face in her hands, and he was forced to look away from the distance that had been so inadequately distracting him from the heat he could feel pumping through his blood. His hands raised to grip her wrists, and even as he shook his head he clung to her, trying to find what had previously filled the sudden emptiness within himself in her. "No," He said, quietly at first, without the conviction of a man that wanted to admit the truth. "/No/." He repeated, this time loudly, just so he could hear himself over the pounding of his heart in his ears. "I - the cure - I'm - I'm /human/. I wil be soon."

Eva: sat in the silence that seemed to resound through her apartment after Remus' words. Human? "Oh. /Remus/." She gasped out after a few moments, unsure of what else to say because what could she say? She stomped on the ugly part of herself that was jealous, so very jealous of Remus right now and focused on the part that was worried and extremely concerned. Being a werewolf was all Remus knew. Eva knew that much. Hell it was apart of one the their first conversations on the beach. "Remus...what can I /do/?" She asked, feeling utterly and totally helpless as she watched the man she loved crumble beneath her hands.

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Death has kissed our hearts | Evemus

Remus': hand immediately fell from Krystal's throat when he felt a quick, sharp stab in his neck, and instinctively his hand went to cover the wound. What - what the hell was /that/? He looked feverishly down at her hand, and at the syringe that she clutched. /Enjoy being human, Remus Walker./ Terror worked its way into his gut, tearing into him and making him light headed. Nothing computed. Nothing made sense - except for the words that Will had said. The "cure". The illness. Realization struck through him, and, finally, he looked back into Krystal's eyes. "You... you..." His wolf. She'd taken his wolf. His legs were lead as he turned away from her - nothing more than a blurry image in his eyes - and with his breathing already heavy he ran. He didn't know where he was going. He had no idea. Not until he stumbled in through Eva's front door, nothing bothering to close it behind him. Not bothering to do anything more than fall to his knees.

Eva: had been sleeping restlessly when she heard her phone go off. Half awake she smacked her hand around until she found her phone and stared at the text with blurry eyes for a moment. When her brain finally woke up completely she processed the words. Her stomach dropped when it did. Oh god. Katherine or Rommy must have told him. She sent him a quick: "Oh god, Remus." before she got up and paced around her house. Should she tell him she knows? That Rom had told her days ago and she never once breathed a word about it even when they shared her bed? Guilt plagued her - an emotion she wasn't used to dealing with at all - as she waited for Remus to arrive. And when he did, Eva gasped. She didn't even have time to react before he fell to his knees. "Remus!" She shouted immediately going to him. Dropping to her knees she pulled his face into her hands. "Remus, what - are you okay?" She asked hurriedly, her eyes bright with worry and barely concealed panic.

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romuluswright

Am I even doing? I-I.. m’sorry, but could you even process that, Eva?

For twenty-four years I made up stories about this woman. For twenty-four years, I thought she was dead, or left, or left and wound up dead. I-I.. W-What do I do?..

evangelinethewolf

I...I'm not entirely sure Rommy. But - I mean, have you talked to your dad yet? I mean, he can probably give you the answers you need right now. I -- I know, Rom. And I'm so sorry she did this to you. I want to rip her face off for you because -- it's just - it's not right.