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Ch. 3: The Death of Love
The door slammed open as Remus sprinted in, his feet coming to an abrupt halt as he stood before his bed. Collapsing onto it, he let out a long tired sigh.
What have I done? What happened to my calm facade? Now James will figure it out, tell Sirius, and Sirius will reject me. And I'll die. Nice going.
Remus groaned. Stupid werewolf curse. After he'd found out about his affection for Sirius and the male population, he'd looked into the mating habits of werewolves in Wonders of the Werewolf. Then he figured out that if your mate rejected you, you died. When he found out about that, he was just so fond of the werewolf that had bitten him. God, he was such an idiot. Why couldn't he just keep himself together! Sirius happened. That's bloody why, he snorted sarcastically in his head. Oh yeah, he'd made such a great job of his love for Sirius. Hadn't he just screamed his head off at him the Great Hall? In front of the whole entire school? Groaning again in frustration at himself, Remus buried his head in the fluffy white pillow at the head of his bed.
"Why me? Why did I have to be the one to fall in love with Sirius?" He mumbled into the pillow, the words muffled against the soft fabric. The bed creaked and sank slightly. Remus yelped, quickly scrambling into a sitting position. Sirius was sitting at the edge of the bed, staring intently at Remus with dark mesmerizing eyes.
"Moony, what did you just say?"
Remus felt himself go pale, the color quickly leaving his face. Sirius couldn't have actually heard him, could he? He gulped, a dry lump sticking awfully in his throat.
"N-n-nothing," he stuttered, trying to remain calm. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened in there. I didn't mean any of it. I really didn't." He swiftly changed the subject, looking at his lap and wringing his pale hands together. A soft hand, slightly calloused from many hours on a broomstick, cupped his chin, forcing Remus to look at its owner. Haunting pale blue eyes met dark smoldering orbs and, suddenly, the world spun. Only Sirius and Remus were left alone, grounded by the sheer power of their connection. Or atleast that's what it felt like. To Remus anyway. He didn't know about Sirius. Snapping out of his lust filled trance, Remus glanced down at his lap again, fidgeting out of habit.
"That doesn't matter," Sirius' voice was strangely thick and deep, and it sent shivers down Remus' spine. Shivers that he quite liked, "The only thing that matters is what you said before. Tell me. You can tell me anything, you know?"
Remus looked slowly up again, almost afraid to meet Sirius' eyes. For he knew that if he looked into them again, he would blurt out everything, and that definitely wouldn't be good. Not at all. He didn't fancy the idea of death at this moment in time, but he did it anyway. Merlin, he was an idiot. Almost as if his eyes had a will of their own, they connected with Sirius' again.
He stood up abruptly and began pacing the room, jerking a hand through his scruffy golden hair.
"I love you alright," He blurted, "And it's insane, going on like this. I'm torturing myself with the thought of you. I can't keep it in any longer. I want you to be happy, to find love, and I don't deserve yours. I can understand if you don't want to see me again," He looked up and gazed at Sirius with an almost pained expression, "But, oh Merlin, how I want to be the one to love you."
Sirius gazed back into a Remus' eyes, a surprised look clouding his features.
Sirius is going to reject me. I knew it. Merlin, why did I have to say anything in the first place?
Sirius sat there on Remus' maroon quilted bed, shocked out of his mind. Then, a thought came to flit across his mind. Daring him to think about it. Teasing him.
No. He refused to believe it. Yet he did anyways.
Was this one of James' back to school pranks? I bet it is. Damn it! He knows how I feel about Remus, too! Fuck Prongs.
A cold look swept over Sirius' eyes, creating a hard mask. Why would James torture him like this? And Remus was in on it too? Was this James' idea of a joke? Because it sure as hell wasn't one. How could Remus do this to him?
"Go."
The word sounded cold and harsh, and Sirius didn't even bother to look in Remus' direction.
"W-w-what?"
"I said leave. Now."
Sirius never noticed the sparkling crystal tears sliding down Remus' cheeks.
Remus stumbled down the spiraling wooden stairs to the common room. It was still empty, the fire crackling in a sadistically merry way. Shouldn't the world be sad along with him? Yet, he barely noticed anything else about the place as he sprinted across the room. Flinging open the common room door, he fled out into the grand hallway. And he ran. And ran. And ran. His brain rationalized that he should probably get his arse over to the Hospital Wing, but the rest of him didn't care. The rest of him won.
Eventually, he lost track of how far he'd run or where he'd gone. Blurs of portraits yelling at him to slow down and 'quit making all that bloody racket! You sound like a pig on heals!' Remus actually found that one quite funny. In a strange twisted way. He couldn't really find the means in him to laugh. After all, he was dying. And he could feel it.
He knew he only had a day left to live. The effects were overwhelming. His joints were becoming stiff, and his breath came in short ragged gasps, never actually leaving him with enough air to carry on. Finally, he stopped. The room was dank and cold, a faint gloom outlining the shadowed walls. It seemed to be perfect. The room mirrored death. And Remus was dying.
Collapsing on the floor, he drew in a shaky breath, his heart pounding painfully against his rib cage. He found that surprising, considering he'd thought that he didn't have a heart anymore. Sirius had torn it out, thrown it on the floor, and stabbed it with a knife, leaving it there to bleed. Wincing in pain, he clutched at his head. It felt like it was trying to split open and spill his brains on that cold dungeon floor. And Remus quite liked his brains.
The pain was all over now, shooting at his legs, chest, stomach, and arms. Everywhere. It felt like a thousand hands were taking knives and stabbing him in random places with psychotic joy, leaving one painfully twisted in his heart. Moaning in agony, Remus could feel the deep black depth of unconsciousness overtaking him. No! He wasn't ready to go under! Not yet! But it seemed that he didn't have a choice, for suddenly, pain overtaking him in an eminent wave, his world went dark.
Sad ending. Yes, I know. But, don't worry the story will go on. I'm not ending it here! -raises sword- Errm, right. Yeah, review please!