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Its cold.
Windy.
Freezy.
But then theres the blinding hot light of a burning house behind him.
He can barely hear the crackling sound of wooden beams anymore, falling down into the blazing fire.
He's too focused on something else.
Hot tears are sliding down his bloodied, chilled cheeks and mix up with the iron tasting blood gurgling up in the back of his throat.
He's crying. Of course he is.
His chest, his belly, his lungs and most importantly his heart ached.
Beside him, he could only stare into his lovers half-closed eyes, still slightly shining with these blue-gray orbs.
A tear rested there, unmoved, like it were frozen.
His Headshot wound glowing with dark blood.
It all happened so fast.
He whimpered out his murdered, dead lover's name and more blood ran out of the dying one's mouth.
'No, no, no. Obi-Wan please…'
But there was no hope glimmering in neither of them anymore.
Bail, (that was his name wasn't it?) accepted this. As much as it may pained him, he had to accept this. He sobbed, whined out over his pain and let more blood escape over his red colored lips.
The Shotgun had wounded their target well. The Revolver had also done their work good as it hit the Werewolf's head clean and fast.
Obi-Wan hadn't let out a scream, he hadn't cried, he hadn't had the time to do so. He just stared until his legs and knees gave out under him, without supporting his fall he landed with a dump thud on his back. His mouth hadn't even escaped a last 'ow.'
Bail watched, still way too frozen to register that his husband fell over, dead, killed with a clean headshot.
He switched his sight to the only person, no not person, Monster, maniac here with him and stared at him. A little creepy, satisfied smile laid on the monsters face.
Bail, too dazed to notice the double-barreled shotgun already drawn, just stared in horror into the monster's eyes as a neat and accurate shot ripped through his heart, lungs, and probably several other major organs (he thought it was already much too late) and sent him flying to the ground, right where Obi-Wan's dead eyes were looking at him, his head cocked a little to one side.
Pain started to flow through his blood, his nerves and everything (everything!) else felt like it was on fire.
He tried to clutch his bloodied chest with his hairy hand but it was being replaced by a foot, pressing more pain and damage into this already fatal wound.
A pained scream ripped through the dark-haired man's (werewolf) gory lips as the foot of the monster pressed further onto the wound. Tears had formed and glided down Bail's cheeks. He coughed up blood and felt how his lungs bursted with pain.
'You don't deserve to be happy, monster (he meant werewolf).'
Bail tried to move, but the boot held him in place and kept him in so much pain.
'It is you.. who is ..the monster!'
The dark haired werewolf spat out, face twisted with anger.
The monster chuckled and positioned the shotgun between his hands.
'Oh you're so completely wrong, birth of hell. You see, we want our community, our place safe from outsiders and devil creatures like you and your friend there are. There's little room for you two. Oh and not to forget your little demons inside you.'
He said it with such disgust and inferiority, that Bail thought he might vomit under the sick words.
Without hesitating one more second the monster placed the weapon on top of the exposed belly bulge and pulled the trigger to destroy the last thing that would've kept Bail's hope alive.
His and Obi-Wan's only child ( well not entirely when the other one is probably slowly fading away in his lovers dead abdomen..).
The last Werewolf let out a piercing loud scream as the little bullets made contact with his belly ( and his little one!) and tore another hole in his bleeding body. So he wept and shook as the pain took over one more time.
He looked into the monster's face and what he saw was no regret, no disgust, no, just pure demonic joy. He smiled at what he achieved and finally (oh finally) released his boot from Bail's bleeding chest and started to step backwards, leaving the werewolf alone and bleeding out to death.
'You will never deserve happiness, devil.'
He said one last time and began to withdrew out of Bail's sight. His ears registered some crackling noise.
He turned his head slightly to the right and shuddered at the sight.
Their house. Burning. Destroyed into a cast of flames.
His lungs filled up with blood, so therefore he coughed and vomited the just mentioned fluid out of his body.
Bail felt like hell.
His ears went sloppy and seemed to suppress his hearing more and more after each attempt to draw a breath out of his lungs.
He tried to lean his body onto the side so he could face Obi-Wan. With some painful gasps he finally made it and looked into his husband's eyes.
'I'm sorry..'
he rasped out and more blood filled up his airway. He drew together with pain and forced himself to say something more.
'I will see you again soon.. i promise you that heart… i.. promise you.. just..just a few more.. more seconds..'
He tried to breathe but all he could feel was the thick blood sealing his airway shut. So he choked, trying to get oxygen in his, for air craving , crushed lungs.
But he failed so all he could do is wait and suffocate on his own blood. It took little to one more minute until the werewolf’s suffering finally ended. Bail made only a small amount of choked sounds till his wounds ended his life.
He had made his peace and waited eagerly to return to his loved one and his children.
He knew they were waiting for him, no matter how long it would have taken.