A quick rundown of things. This little drabble was inspired by an rp thread between me and a friend. The Fenrir used in this scenario is an Avenger class Servant.

When he leaves her, a broken bloody mess, there is no apology, no sense of remorse. The table he indulged himself with her is stained with their combined fluids and her blood, so much blood. She is unconscious, the marks he'd carved into her skin still trickling red, painting little red vines all over her skin.

He sniffs the air once, fascinated and repulsed all at once by the scent of it. Of how human she tasted. The taste of her blood still lingers in his mouth, and he sneered down at the girl who so foolishly had offered herself to him.

And he stops.

Something…something isn't right.

Fenrir growls in irritation, not liking how wrong she looks. The girl who smiled at him with genuine kindness, spoke to him of her own volition, who touched him because she wanted to.

The one who insisted that he was more than a monster, more than Ragnarok, more than just the Fenris Wolf. She who blindly clings to him even though he could destroy her without a second thought.

She's quiet now, so still. Like death. Her heart still beats, weak but it's there. Her chest rises and falls with ragged and uneven breaths. She lives. She lives.

What is this feeling? So foreign and wrongwrongwrongwrong.

Is this guilt? Does he regret-

No. He doesn't. She wanted this.

Sought him out. Offered herself.

It's her fault.

It's all her fault.

He glares at her, and runs a hand down his face. And he sees the full extent of damage that their rendezvous has caused. The broken chandelier, the scattered glass and other things he had knocked away when he had taken her.

And his eyes fall on her face, her mouth still parted from her last scream, one filled with so much FEAR (recalling how nice it had sounded), and he can't resist shoving a clawed finger inside of it, remembering how warm her mouth was.

And tries not to think about the kind words that have come from it, or the bright smiles that were always directed at him.

Why?

Why does she waste her time on him?

Has he not proven to her that he is nothing but a beast? The wild wolf he truly was? It's why she's like this now. He's punished her for her mistake.

So still.

So silent.

He can finally hear himself think.