Title: Werewolf Bites
Summary: Tonks and Remus drama. Like always.
Pairing: Remus/Tonks
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Warning: T- dark, language, sexual stuff. Somewhere in HBP. Doesn't necessarily follow the storyline. A little OoC.
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This would have been churned out a little earlier if didn't hate me. Document manager has been down for a few hours now, and it fuels my angry writing spirit. Rawr.
I'm considering continuing this piece. I'm not sure though, I'm hoping reviews will tell me 'that's enough, please stop' or 'continue and finish this drama-angst infested story'
Do leave me a review with your opinion, yes?
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This was it, wasn't it?
He was staring at the mirror. The scars on his face reflected the monster inside. He needn't wait for a full moon to be a creature of the night. Remus was already one everyday.
"Remus," she whispered. Her hair was brown. Tears slid down her cheeks as she choked out the next few words that caused his heart to break even more.
"Why am I not g-good enough?" she stuttered, almost falling over from pain. He reached down to touch her. She flinched and threw herself back, slamming into the wall. She gasped in pain. The girl's wand fell out of her cloak. He didn't answer. She hit her head on purpose against the wall. He didn't answer.
"You kissed me," Tonks cried, daring not to look at him, "You kissed me and I fell in love with you."
He felt the pain sneak up behind him and shake his bones. Remus' heart raced. He was hoping he was hearing things. Love wasn't something he was allowed to have. Being a werewolf, Remus had always known his place. Love was for happy, normal people. Not brooding, mythical creatures. He stared at her. Tonks drew her knees to her chest and cried harder. He dropped to the floor and put his arms around her. She shook violently. He was at a loss.
You could lose everything. You have to make her see this won't work.
He released her and thrust Tonks' wand in her face.
"You need to leave," said Remus. His voice was void of emotion. He mentally punched himself in the gut and offered to help her up.
Tonks slowly brought her head up to face him. Her face was red, the tears were drying on her cheek, and she just stared. Her eyes had been a startling blue when she had first entered his apartment; now it was a defeated brown.
"You're a bloody monster!" she screeched as the girl grabbed the wand quickly out of his hand. Instead of disapparating, Tonks ran out of his apartment and slammed the door.
He had fell to the floor seconds later, hands in his face. The werewolf cried silently and crawled to the mirror.
This is it, isn't it?
Remus destroyed her. He stared at his ugly reflection. His brown hair was streaked with grey. The grey was starting to win the war. He was so, so tired. Tired of changing every full moon. Tired of disgusting potions. Tired of being. He forced a fake smile at himself in the mirror. James and Lily would kick his ass if he ever voiced these thoughts. These doubts. James would tell him he's being a bloody fool. Lily would tell him to give her a chance. Could he? Remus John Lupin was a monster. A werewolf. Werewolves hurt and bite and scratch and destroy. The words 'hurt' and 'Tonks' didn't fit into a sentence unless Lupin wanted to be angry and strangely hurt.
Once a monster, always a monster.
Remus John Lupin peered into the mirror. It was almost as if his reflection spoke to him, scolding him like he was a child.
Go say you're sorry.
He stared at his ugly reflection. Sorry wouldn't fix a damn thing. Sorry would get him deeper into this mess. Remus could almost convince himself he was void of emotion. Almost cover up all those thoughts he shouldn't think. He threw his shaggy professor clothes on a neat pile on the ground and turned to leave the bathroom. As soon as his head hit the pillow he felt horrible dreams suffocating him. A vacuum of black nothing ate him and he woke up hour after hour gasping for breath. This wasn't a good night's sleep after breaking someone's heart. This was waking in a cold sweat, dreaming of werewolves biting innocent bunnies and wishing somehow you didn't taste blood in your mouth. This was imagining her with your face on her chest. This was Tonks' brilliant purple hair that you saw for the last time. This was mousy brown hair that ripped your heart out and punched you in the face. Blood poured from your mouth but she just stared and the only words out of her mouth had been,"Remus, you bloody fool!" When she torn vein by vein out of your still-beating heart, it felt like it was still in there. You could feel every time she tore a little piece out and threw back her head with laughter.
This was waking up and four o'clock in the morning and giving up the fight. Remus staggered into the kitchen and made himself some tea.
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