Passion And Hatred Mark Its End

by sctwilightvampwolfgal

For her kind, the hunted wolves, a time seemed to come for them to die due to the hate from humans. She would doubt the hidden emotion behind the grim cheer from her executioner though that emotion may last longer than her life would. *Drabble.*

Fear trickled down her spine as she stepped forward to be executed without a care by emotionally lacking humans that hated wolves.

Her green eyes flickered forward to almost meet the cheery, green eyes of her executioner.

How cruel would it be to be killed by someone who enjoyed the job?

The worst thing had to have been seeing the smile that he tried to hide, that dangerous thrill in his eyes, and feeling this steady fear after watching her family and friends get executed before her.

Each step meant another second closer to her demise and closer to the man that enjoyed every death he caused.

Emma stepped closer to see the barest hint of some other emotion in his eyes.

Was it attraction for his victim that nearly softened his eyes and made his hands slightly unsteady?

She doubted it as she crept closer to that deadly man with such a weapon.

Emma, trembling, raised her head as if prideful of her life though that was all that she could do to hide the fear.

Her only warning of oncoming demise was the swoosh of air against her cheek until a clean cut marked her end and the smallest of beginnings to a short lived, intense pain.

Her death was one of many though important to Antonio, the executioner, who would visit her unmarked grave with gifts and tears despite his passion for his job.