A/N: This was pretty …"meh" for me. I wrote it one time after I read the book its based on (Blood and Chocolate by Annette Curtis Klause) and just took out my notebook. It is short because it's a death. Rafe's last thoughts of betrayal, regret, anger and shock at the fact that he was being brought down so. For those of you who haven't read the book – Rafe, Astrid, and Vivian are werewolves (hence the word 'bitch'), and a meat-boy is the nickname werewolves give humans. Love that word…anyways, read, review and enjoy!

Rafael

            It was almost funny, really.

            He stared down at the open bullet wound in his chest as the silver ripped through his anatomy to punch a hole in his heart, leaving fire in its wake. A part of his mind vaguely wondered at how something so small could so easily penetrate the one most protected place in his body. He snarled in surprise at the pain.

            Funny that of all creatures, a human, a meat-boy dared face him and threaten him.

            And kill him.

            His eyes caught a glimpse of Vivian tackling Astrid to the ground, changing as she leapt through the air. Wasn't it for her that he'd done all this? Wasn't it all just a joke? He blinked, his vision hazy. He'd flirted with Vivian, tried gentle and rough and discarded. When she rejected him for the human, his killer, he'd moved on to Astrid. The red bitch had been more fun, wilder, more accepting. They killed together and he set up his yearmate as the culprit with glee. (Who had he done what for? His eyelids were heavy.)

            They'd the two of them betrayed him. Vivian with Aiden, and Astrid with Gabriel.

            He wasn't good enough for either of them.

            He stumbled as pain spread through his body, followed by a numbness that made his limbs weigh down as if filled with lead. The red glow of his eyes faded, talons retracted. Cold night air struck his bare back. His shivering quickly became a shudder.

            The meat-boy's white face whirled before him. He bared his teeth to show his alpha canines, only to find that his mouth wouldn't move. Running a thick, swollen tongue over his dull incisors, his throat closed up as he tried to swallow. He was supposed to be invincible! But no, his body betrayed him like everything else.

            His laughter came out as a choked gasp, lungs shutting down.

            Almost funny.