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So, I looked at the various documents stuffed away on my computer, and the light went on to do some one shots collections. I absolutely adore one-shots. Most likely, there will be two collections- a humor one, and this one, which will be dark and somewhat tragic.
Warning: This one shot contains angst, and suicide.
Two boys- no, a better term would be young men- stood in a clearing. They both were tall and well muscled, with dark skin and black hair. One's hair was neatly buzzed, while the other's was shaggier, almost falling into his eyes.
The weather was not too unusual for the area- thick clouds obscuring the sun. However, today the clouds were large and towering, building vast, grey cathedrals in the sky.
The two men looked at each other, seperated by a distance of about six feet. Both had their hands clenched into fists, and both wore anguished looks on their face.
The one with the buzz cut broke the silence. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I swear I'm sorry on my mother's grave! If the spirits told me I could reverse what I did by killing myself, I would." He paused to take a breath. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He repeated.
The one with shaggy hair shook his head violently. "I want to forgive you, but I can't! She was my life, my imprint!" His form seemed to waver for a moment, then he took a deep breath.
His friend took the opportunity and talked. "I'm sorry! I didn't know it was her! She was sneaking through the woods, and she smelled exactly like a Cold One! I'm sorry, but I'm still new at this. I lost my head, and by the time I got it back, it was too late…"
The shaggy haired had stopped quivering. He was angry now. "It was just a game she played! She would pretend to be a wild cat, stalking her prey. And she probably smelled like one of them because they had been following her- I saw one, a blonde one, following her once in the forest." He was yelling by the time he was done.
"Please," his friend whispered in sharp contrast to the yelling. "Just forgive me."
He closed his eyes. "The only way we can settle this is a fight. I wish I could forgive you, but I can't. It's against my nature…I have to destroy what destroyed her."
The other one lowered his eyes, and a tear dripped from them. "If that's how it has to be…"
"It is."
A moment later, there were two huge wolves standing in the clearing- a black one with short fur and another with longer brown fur.
They both recoiled as they took this shape for the last time- they each felt the other's sorrow in addition to their own.
That did not keep them from leaping at each other's throat.
When it was over, the black one was lying in the center of the clearing, unmoving.
The brown one backed away from body, then stopped and returned to his human form. He walked back over to body- the friend he had killed. He sat down beside it, and took one of the huge paws, which held equally huge claws. In one swift motion, he drew the claws across his own throat- a wound not even he would heal from.
A few minutes later, a third wolf arrived on the scene- a small white wolf. He stopped when he came to the clearing, taking in the two other members of his pack, dead.
A lonely howl pierced the air as it began to rain- though the rain would never wash away the tragedy that had occurred.
This is based off a quote on pp. 456 of Breaking Dawn.
"Binding, because the most absolute of all the pack's laws was that no wolf ever kill the object of another wolf's imprinting…it had happened long ago, Seth told me, but only accidentally. No wolf would ever intentionally destroy s brother that way."
So, I had to wonder about that incident. And this is the result.
Enough with this note, enjoy and review.