Abandon [[open]]

[aubrey]

The pale form sat in the midst of tombstones. She sat on her knees staring down at the options that where no longer available to her. Rain poured whipping about her face with the wind. The thunder rolled and cracks of lightning lit up the sky periodically. She sat, drenched in her ruined gown. Blood was beginning to slow from the fresh wounds on her arms.

She shivered, but it wasn't from the cold. The privilege of the weather effecting her comfort was long gone. Everything that she would have been able to feel was gone. Xavier had taken everything away. Everything but Shaden.

The rain clung to her porcelain skin. Her hair, that had been fixed perfectly now clung to her head and face. Her fist clenched at her knees as she stared at the two small possessions in front of her. The first was one of Xaviers guns, the other was one of his knives.
They were useless. Her hands slid up her arms. Her skin was healed. She should have two gaping wounds under her shoulders, but they had healed.

She screamed as she threw the knife into the darkness. With in the last hour she had cut herself numerous times, each time the wounds had healed quicker than the one before. She screamed again and pulled at her hair. Her face, stained with blood, tears, and dirt contorted into a look of rage and agony.

She hated herself. She hated what he had created her to be. She hated that she was slowly morphing into that person. She picked the gun up, blood was dripping from her fingertips. She had cut and tore her nails off. They were already growing back. Black glossy gleam and all. Aubrey put the gun into her mouth. Her grey eyes looked up at the large crucifix. There was no forgiveness for her, not anymore.

She pulled the trigger. Nothing. She pulled it again. Nothing. Another agonized scream filled the night. She slammed the gun into the ground over and over again. It didn't matter whether the gun went off or not. She would still be sitting there. Not living not dying, just there.

Aubrey collapsed. She curled her body into the fetal postion. Still holding the gun tightly in her grasp. Her body convulsed with her sobs. She tried to close her eyes and picture Shaden, but she couldn't. She couldn't see him. She cried out for him. His name was swept up and pulled away with the storm.

Aubrey looked back to the sorrow-filled face of the man on the cross. Save me. She willed it silently. Come rescue my damned soul. He didn't move, he just stared with this fading eyes. Aubrey clutched the gun closer to her chest. "SAVE ME DAMN IT. SAVE ME...SAVE ME...SAVE ME" She threw the gun at him. Still nothing. She sobbed as she rocked back and forth. "Save me."

Aubrey layed in the cold mud, curled in the fetal position. Her self-inflicted wounds slowly healing.The storm raged around her and she felt nothing. Not one damn thing.

[keylogger]

“Why hang out with him if you don’t like what he had turned you into? You should just run. Or go into the sunlight.” Michael said walking up to Aubrey. He walked up to her and looked down. He didn’t have the normal care free, happy face on. Michael was in his half wolf form. He just had anger in his eyes. He had his hood on his head to keep the rain from falling down on his head. He watched her rip herself up. He was always watching her. He was always in the moon’s shadows.

[aubrey]

Aubrey was up, quick as a flash. She held the young werewolf up in the air by his throat. She hissed at him before throwing him against a grave stone. She grabbed the gun and had it pointed on his before he could even move from the ground.

The rain beat against her body, helping to wash away the mess. But she was still a sight to look at. Blood and wet earth clung to her body. The rain had flattened her hair to her head. Her face was smeared with dirt, blood and tears.

She glared at Micheal. She knew that he had been following her, but she thought that she could at least be left alone for this. This was personal, and it had nothing to do with him. "What the hell is your problem you stalker bastard?" She tried to push the hair from her face. "I am going to kill you. I can't kill me with this gun, but i can kill you."

[keylogger]

Aubrey easily picked up Michael. Her grip was tight around his throat. He turned into half wolf form. His eyes glared with anger. He had little heart for her now, now all he wanted revenge for his new scares. He felt his adrenaline as it started to pump threw out his body. With a gun pointed at his head he knew that this was going to be easy.

He grabbed the top of the tombstone, griped hard with both hands, he kicked her hard in the stomach, the flipped while having his hands where sill holding the tombstone, with that flip he kicked her in the jaw with both legs, and jumped on top of the stone. The double jaw kick knocked her to the ground. He glared at her and jumped at her hand that held the gun and bit it out of her hands. He shoved the gun in his short's pocket. He looked down at her with mad as hell eyes.