2 Chapter 2

The memories running through the man's head, and he couldn't stop them, skimming through each moment no matter how sweet they should've felt, it felt like too bitter coffee on a terrible day. The only words that made sense in the description of his feelings in his mind.

He saw the police talking with the doctor, the only good side is that it was the same one from before times he was hurdled here. At least he wouldn't have to repeat it all, his entire life all over again for the fifth time. But this was the same one who caused him more trouble last time, again with all that he felt today, now a part of him was happy he had something to do for a few days even if it were police questioning, paperwork anything other than organizing the inevitable funeral was better.

He laughed bitterly, not gone unmissed by the police and doctor who glanced at him with confused eyes. 'he might've finally lost it' some thought as he laughed again louder than before going into a fit of laugher.

I thought I had it, I thought I was finally happy, fucking ironic isn't it, it didn't work out. Echoed through his head as his laughter slowly stopped. People staring expected him to turn into a fit of cries like they've seen in movies in characters with grief, but nothing happened. His face turned blank and he stared straight ahead of the wall like nothing had happened before.

The police officer for the first time hesitated before entering the room, he knew his station would look down at him for not throwing suspension on the man but after he had it done last time, he didn't have the heart to do it again. He couldn't do it again.

Putting his hat between his arms, he stepped into the room. The man looked up at him with the deadest eyes he had ever seen.

"My name is Elmer Evans, I'm 24 and I did not kill my boyfriend" he heard the man say before he even got to put a word in, he expected the suspicion? Of course, he did, it was evident.

After the words finally suck in and the officer realized what just happened, he finally replied "I never said you did El, you know its procedure as much as it pains us all we can't avoid it"

As if you couldn't if you really wanted to you could. The man thought to himself, not trusting any of them one bit. Even though this became a routine at this point, he still hated it and he always will. Maybe anyone he ever will love will die again and again until the police just give up reporting any deaths related to him.

Grief is complex to deal with, never leaving or numbing over time. It always hurts and aches the same no matter how many years went by but right now he just felt nothing. He didn't even feel numb. He just felt nothing at all.

"I already had the forms filled out, so we have those basics out the way now all we have to do for today is talk about what happened" he heard the officer say.

He wished he knew what happened, he didn't. he came to the house being like that. Burning up to ashes with everything he loved going out with it. "I don't know what happened, came home from work and found it like that" he replied.

"what happened before? Did you get any phone calls from him?"

"No, he said something about a surprise. He said he was going to come home early to set the house up for a special dinner tonight, he wanted to tell me something"

"do you have any idea what that was? What he was going to say?"

"Yes, he had a thought randomly jump into his head that he was going to burn to death later, so he called to tell me in advance, you know. Just like 'hey I'm about to die later so let me tell you this now'"

The officer ignored his sarcasm already being used to it and continued with his line of questions.

"Were there any problems with the house? With any of the appliances or circuits?"

"No"

After 50 similar questions, he had to talk about the tests that had to be conducted. Especially ones left off from last time.

"We avoided some of them last time El, this it's not in my hands anymore to stop them and you know you're human there should be no problem or worry in taking them."

"yeah, who is this to prove to exactly? The whole town knows I'm human like my dad didn't leave any effort to make a show of it already" he said with spite, annoyed this even had to be proven.

Since families didn't know whether their child was human or a were until the age of 12, the category of species is left blank and open to interpretation until then. Even though it was obvious he was human the minute he didn't turn at the age of 12, his dad refused and delayed the process to complete the legal documents for as long as he could in order not to stain the family.

He thought when his dad died with his throat slit, and valuables robbed, they'd finally fill it out and complete it. It was odd-looking from the outside, at a boy who cared more about that than his father's recent death but to him, it was ironic and deserved. The man kept his 'valuables' so close to him more than his own family, he deserved the way he died.

The only downside, his brother blamed him for it. Somehow the boy being human and not being able to defend them got their father dead. Which in some context was true but he didn't its not like he'd save the bitch even if had the power to.

This time Elmer was fine with the test, again anything that gave him a reason to delay working on the funeral was good even if they questioned his humanity. Which in all honestly, he knew they had the right to. He had left some of the tests last time because some were too painful and because he didn't want to go through with them, it was mostly the latter since the most painful one was a small paper cut to check the healing time.

"okay" he replied looking at the man in the eye, before looking back at the same he had been for the last few hours.

"okay, I promise they'll be quick and easy, shouldn't cause too much of a trouble, I'll come back tomorrow with everything else in place. Take care el" the officer said looking genuinely concerned and saddened for the man.

"I got it Liam, just please leave already" the man replied not caring or feeling guilty for unwarranted rude actions. But it was understandable after everything he had been through.

The officer, Liam, left the room with a sigh only wishing things got better with the man. He really wished and prayed deeply that the kid by some miracle ended up happy at the end.

He heard the whispers go around the hospital emergency room and he sat in his bed silently, not that he had anyone to talk to. The other bodies were being brought in; he saw each one of them being pushed in by the paramedics. Slashes were across their face and bodies, he felt bile rise to his throat but not high enough for him to able to let it out. It burned and made him incredibly more uncomfortable than he was before.

He kept watching as each of his friends was being brought in, nobody knew the connection between them. Nobody knew about the final confrontation they all participated in.

He closed his eyes and prayed, he begged God for the first time in 6 years that at least some of them survived, to please let any of them be alive and okay. He couldn't handle this alone; he can't do it anymore.

He felt his heart breaking again and again as each member of his little pack was brought in. The only pack that accepted him, taught him everything he knew and brought him to his feet when his family died. The same pack his boyfriend was from.

He felt the golden chain burn his skin, if he was a were he would've died from pain at the bond breaking and he didn't want to know how much more it all would've hurt if he wasn't human.

He silently cried, feeling all the emotions rush through him, this was his fault. He did this to them. He did this to himself. He deserved to die not them. He looked ahead as the final member was brought in breaking whatever fraction of heart that was left. He wanted to die. He wanted to die so badly; he's never wanted anything more in his life than to be replaced with everyone else.