The devil you know

Vesper couldn’t feel the pain any longer. She wasn’t sure if the snow had numbed everything away, or if she was dying. Perhaps it was a little bit of both. She didn’t regret dying, in fact, she had already thought herself dead once today. What was the difference in a second round?

She looked up at the white wolf who seemed oddly determined to save her. Expending time and energy to one who was not worthy of it. She had been a drain on the resources of her owner - or so they had told her again and again. She found herself simply watching this green eyed man as he worked. It was easier to concentrate on him then think of the awful mess of her back. She didn’t want to look, and see the blood and bones, and mass that had once been skin and fur. “There's no place like home.” She whispered, more delirious than she realised. “You have such pretty eyes for a monster.” Was she still talking? Her thoughts seemed to be dripping from her mouth without her knowing. He was moving then, digging under, pulling her up. Apparently, she had just enough feeling for that to pull at the tendons of ripped flesh. She screamed once as he pulled her onto her back with the shortest, carefulest movements he could. At last, that sweet blackness took her again.

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