Desperation[MATURE]

She was possessed. It was a simple way to put her insanity, her rage, her plot for revenge. Darkness had consumed her very being, and there was no going back. There would never be. What she had become was permanent, or at least until the day her heart stopped beating. And it would, on this day. Fangs pierced both sides of her neck, and instinctively it caused her body to momentarily twitch. Her prime goal in life had been to stay alive, along with everyone else. No one wanted to die, because once they were gone, they would never come back. Her body knew this, and without a command it moved for her. Fighting, kicking, snarling, everything happened at once as she tried to use her last bit of strength on the man. Her back legs shoved forcefully forward, and her front paws rose to push on any part of him she could reach. Even the pain from her sprained paw couldn't hold her involuntary movement back. Her jaws opened and snapped wildly though she knew they would grab nothing. Her brain was screaming to stay alive, but her soul was tired of fighting. Her last bit of sanity wanted this to happen. Her dying from the fangs of her one true love would be the only peaceful way to go in her mind. He had been her everything, then had broken her in two. Now he was finishing the pieces, burning the puzzle so it would never come back together. It was the right thing to do, she had become a ghost of the woman everyone once knew, and if anyone were to send her into eternal peace, it should be Gerhardt.

The air in her lungs was running out. With Gerhardt clenching his jaws around her neck there was pressure on her windpipe, which caused her to bring in almost no air as she gasped. Her tail flicked wildly behind her, and before she knew it tears were streaming down her cheeks. She hadn't intended to cry, the only emotion she wanted to show was pure hatred, but in the darkest times her true self was seeping to the surface again; the sad lonely girl who was a shadow without the one man she loved. The man she claimed as a child, the man she grew up with and looked so fondly up to. The man she loved. Time seemed to stop during this moment. It seemed to be going on forever, and as she fought and gasped for air, the more exhausted she became. In reality it was from the blood and oxygen loss, but she didn't know that. She could feel immense pain around her throat, but she couldn't feel the blood seeping from her wound. Her gasps for air were very raspy now, and instead of one gasp after another, each one took about a 5 second pause. There was almost nothing left in her lungs but blood that had trickled down her esophagus.

She started to choke, and when she tried to cough she barley could. Blood sprayed onto the earth and seeped from her nostrils, and all the fight her brain had sent out was gone. Her body slowly went limp, her back legs falling flat, and her font legs tucking closely against her body. Her injured paw went limp across her chest, but her other paw still barley waved back and forth in one last attempt to push him away. But her paw came no where close. What felt like hours had only happened within a few minutes tops. When Gerhardt released her she instantly tried to suck air in, but all she managed to get was blood. She tried to cough again, but she couldn't. The only noise she made was a low gurgling sound as she choked on the very thing that had kept her alive for so long.

Her head went limp and fell toward her right. Gerhardt was still above her, why she didn't know, but she could see him through her blurred vision. Her fiery pools of blue softened to the look she used to give their children before bed time. The look she had given him so many times before telling him a "hello" or "I love you". She gazed deeply into his amethyst eyes, ignoring her blood that stained his muzzle and lips. She wanted that look to be the last thing she saw; either the horror in his eyes that would be realized when he sees what he has done, or the same soft expression she was trying to give him. Once again, involuntarily, her uninjured paw rose to meet his chest. She wanted to feel the warmth of his touch one more time. Her body was cold, so very cold. She wanted to speak, but the blood and total lack of oxygen kept her from even murmuring something. She was mute and from what she knew immobilized. Then, without warning, the former queens heavy eyes closed shut for the very last time, and her raised paw fell flat against her chest.

Long live the queen.