It had been two days since the camp moved and found a new safe spot to set up camp once more, and two days since he had last seen her watching him, but he felt her eyes on him where ever he went, no matter what he did, he felt her watching him. He knew this was part of her game, to torment him in to madness, and It was working, more then he would have liked. He had severed ties with Tonks as much as he could, trying to protect his unborn child from the poison that flowed from the elf with no name.
He knew that the psychological sense of the hunt was what would do him in, but he was in less control over that then what he was on a full moon without wolfsbane! The thought that her poison could touch his unborn child was more fear inducing then anything he had ever faced before, and the thought that Tonks wouldn't have a clue what happened was even worse.
He jumped as a younger wolf spoke to him, letting him know that the area was still secure, it did little to squish his growing fear, he knew she could be anywhere and the young wolves wouldn't see her. Poison, he had nicknamed her that a few hours after his first encounter with her, as his lips slowly seemed to fade in to their normal colour. He had given her the name in a vein attempt to take his fear away, fearing something with a name was less fearful then something without one. But it didn't matter what he did, the fear still grew.
The hunt was drawing to a close, he could sense it in his very core, sense she was close and slowly drawing him closer and closer to herself, almost as if she was binding him to herself, never to let him go again.
As the other werewolves settled down for the night, Remus walked the perimeter of the camp, always sensing her but never finding her, only her soft voice as it sung.
"I'm a little boy. No I'm a great big man. No let's be little boys, for a little while longer, maybe an hour. No Remus, we have to go back now, isn't that our mum calling?"
Which was followed by her rustling laughter and then dead silence, not even the animals made sounds when she was around. He knew that he could track her if he used the 'gifts' that his curse gave him, but he refused to be drawn in to playing that game, refused to become the monster that she wanted to see.
"I don't want to feel you die..." She called out, somewhere to his left. "But if that's the way god has planned you..." Her voice then came from the right, making him spin around and point his wand at the empty space. "Then I'll put pennies on your eyes!" He spun back around as the voice sang from behind him, only to come face to face with nothing but trees. The laughter surrounded him, driving him to his knees with his hands over his ears, as it seemed to press in to him from all sizes, squeezing him more and more until he couldn't breath.
"ENOUGH!" He yelled, staring up at the starless sky, panting loudly as the laughter vanished as fast as it had appeared. It's only in my mind. She's just playing with me... He thought, trying to fight with his own body to gain control of his irrational thinking. This is what she wants! He panted as his hands fell to his lap, his wand rolling away uselessly towards the nearest trunk, only to be picked up by slender fingers that seemed to appear out of no where.
"And so the lion caught the lamb..." The elf whispered, stepping in to more light so Remus could see her fully, before crouching down in front of him. "And the lamb cried 'leave me be!' but the lion put a claw to the little lambs throat..." She reached out and gently touched the tip of his own wand to his throat, making him swallow hard in fear. "And he drew it across the lambs soft skin..." She drew the tip of the wand across Remus's throat, making him shudder. "And the lamb. Fell. Down." She whispered the end of her sentence and once again placed her lips against his, but this time, the tingling feeling was followed by nothing but blackness as he collapsed to the ground.