Creatures of the Dark

She smiled softly. “Alright, I’ll see you soon?”

"Have fun."

She nodded and she kissed his cheek before she left him to it. “Are you going to be okay?”

"Mhm. Go."

She nodded before she grabbed her bag and left the house

He watched her go.

A short while later she was sat in the wedding shop with Eris and she had even contacted Alessia to come.

"You organised this really quickly," Alessia mused, sat on the sofa with a glass of wine.

“It’s thanks to Eris, magic can do anything.”

"Right."

She smiled softly but her mind seemed elsewhere.

“You ok belle?”

Alessia watched quietly.

Belle nodded. "I'm fie." She told her, but she hated knowing that in her week she was going to lose the man she loved, despite trying to hide it as best as she could.

"Mm, liar."

“How am I supposed to be?” She asked them. “I love him, and I’m marrying him, but it’s only going to be for a week, and then he wants me to break the bond so that I don’t die with him when that’s all I want.” She told them tears falling down her cheeks. “I don’t want to break the bond I don’t want him to die, but I’ve agreed to do it to make him happy.”

"Dying [i]with[/i[ hin is just silly though. You have an entire life to live. Never only live for a man." Alessia mumbled, "They just fuck you over when they are in a bad mood anyway."

“Yet Damian worships you.” Eris told her.

“It’s different with us Alessia, from what I’ve been told by other werewolves it’s almost seen as an insult by most.”

"Things being 'seen as insults' is exactly why Damian and I needed a break. Don't think about what other people think, Elliott is not part of a pack, nor are you, so you answer to no one. Start accusing him of fucking insulting you because he doesn't want you to die and all you'll do is end up not talking to him for his last week of life which will make you feel worse. Give the guy a break."

"Things being 'seen as insults' is exactly why Damian and I needed a break. Don't think about what other people think, Elliott is not part of a pack, nor are you, so you answer to no one. Start accusing him of fucking insulting you because he doesn't want you to die and all you'll do is end up not talking to him for his last week of life which will make you feel worse. Give the guy a break."

“I’ve not, I’m just explaining how werewolves see what he has asked me to do.” She told her. “I’ve agreed to do it why would I tell him it’s an insult if I’ve agreed to do it?” She asked her. “This conversation is making me feel worse, I’m sorry Eris thank you both for coming but I’m going to go home, I’ve got a better idea for a wedding dress.”
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Damian was leant against a wall watching Elliot. “So you’re getting married?” He asked him, Alessia had told him that Belle had asked her to go dress shopping

"I'm going go die, so, may aswell. I would have married her, eventually, had time allowed."

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"You'r only sorry to Eris, mhm. Very nice way of saying it is my fault you feel like rubbish.

“I meant sorry Eris because she organised this.” Belle told her.
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“There is still time Elliot.” Damian reminded him. “But I think it’s a nice idea.”

"Right, okay. Whatever." Alessia sighed, getting to her feet.

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"A week. Exactly, so we're getting married on that week."

Belle grabbed her bag and she looked to her. “Maybe you could find a dress for yours and Damian’s wedding.”
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“Did she agree to the potion?” He asked after a few minutes if contemplative silence.

"I don't believe we are anywhere close to getting married yet."

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"Yes,"