Pet - Chapter 22 (Patreon)

Death. Blood. Carnage. Destruction. It's all happening around me, but all I can seem to focus on is the cold indigo gaze that is nailing me to the spot. I've always feared Remus, that's been a known fact. But seeing him now, alive and well in front of me after I thought I had killed him, it's terrifying. Completely and irrevocably.

I flinch as the world around me quakes. Bit by bit, the walls of the mountain are breaking off and disintegrating into thin air. It's funny. All this time I missed the sky. And now, Remus and his sister were slowly revealing it to me by breaking away the million-year-old rock of the mountain. All without lifting a finger.

He doesn't move. Doesn't speak. Don't blink. He only stares me down. His gaze finally shifts to the little girl in my arms. She's whimpering into my chest, and I'm squeezing her tight. It's the only thing I can do to not scream and cry in fear at the alien looming over me.

Remus crouches down to my eye level and reaches for the little girl. I squeeze her harder, moving her out of his reach. His gaze narrows, before I can form a coherent thought, the little girl is ripped from my arms.

"No!" I gasp. But Remus doesn't seem to be listening. The girl is screaming and crying, and Remus is keeping his gaze trained on me. Completely unaffected by the child's screams. But I'm not. He knows it, and I know it. Suddenly, the child's body falls limp. I let out a strangled gasp, but fear has me rooted to the spot.

Remus only stands, dropping the child's body in the dirt as if she were nothing more than a rock. His gaze never leaves mine. And finally, he begins walking over to her, I think he's going to grab me, shake me, break me, or something. But he does the exact opposite. He kneels to my eye level, grabbing my chin between his fingers, and gazes into my soul. I feel chills breaking out across my flesh, and I can feel his rage and hatred as if it were physical.

"Suffer." My eyes widen at his words. He stands, walking around me, towards people. And I know exactly what he means by suffer. I scramble to my feet trying to reach him, but all too soon the ground around him gives away, and he's back to destroying what's left of the resistance without lifting a finger.

I can do nothing but watch as he takes life upon life, leaving no one alive. Giving no one mercy. My gaze travels back to the small child, and I feel tears welling in my eyes, spilling over heavily. A broken cry escapes my lips as I crawl over to her. Her eyes are still open. I don't know her, but I feel so broken for her.

I throw my head back, screaming along with the people around me. I can do nothing, but watch as Remus, Xion, Zaya, and other Leviathan destroy our last hope. I can only watch, clinging to the lifeless body of a child. I can only do exactly what Remus told me to do. Suffer.

Remus

I watch the crumbling mountain that was once the resistance. Fools. All of them. Thanks to Iris we found them much quicker than we would have without her running off. I have yet to tell her of us being bonded. Which is why she's been in so much pain the past few weeks, and how I was able to locate the resistance.

My gaze travels to the glass cage she's in. Her eyes are wide, and filled with terror as she shakes uncontrollably and rocks back and forth in a fetal position. Even now when I want nothing more than to hurt her and make her feel pain, I can't. My gaze travels to my mark on her neck. It's flashing uncontrollably.

When she first awoke, the symbol was already visible on her neck. But I used a technique to cause the symbol to embed itself, making it invisible to her. I also put a mental block on us. That way she would have no idea. But I had no idea that the weapons they developed would actually do any harm. The weapons were made out of mercury. They can do bodily injury, and stun us into a temporary paralysis state, but nothing deadly. Just because I can heal quickly, doesn't mean I'm immune to the pain. And that stab wound, plus the rounds Iris emptied into my body hurt like hell, and it managed to make me weak for a few days, which is why my emotions were seeping through, and my pain was her pain.

"Everyone's been rounded up." I look over at Xion as she steps next to me.

"I thought I said no prisoners." She only shrugs.

"I don't think that'd be best, Remus. Don't let your emotions for your mate cloud your better judgment."

As soon as Iris ran me through, she came to help me heal, and destroy. Xion has a soft spot for the humans because of who she's bonded with, but when it comes to me or Ezra, she's ready to kill.

Speaking of, I scan the ruins and see Ezra in the distance. I have yet to voice my opinions of what he has done, putting himself in danger like this. Before I can move, I notice he has someone in his arms. A woman that is unconscious. He's handing her to one of our medics. And when I look at his expression, I can see actual worry in his gaze. Strange.

"So what now." Xion pulls me out of my observations.

"Now, we kill those who wish to die and keep those who wish to live. And we clear out of this godforsaken planet," I say walking away. My mind drifts to Iris. The amount of betrayal and rage I feel is indescribable. I want to hurt her. I want her to feel so much pain, but I know that if I do that, I won't be able to handle it mentally. Because her every thought and nerve will be clear in my head. Right now, I can feel the horror she feels from witnessing the mass carnage. But I ignore it. She needed to learn, and today was the last straw. I can sense it. She's broken. There isn't an ounce of hope left in her.

"Remus, we have yet to talk about your situation," Xion says behind me. I pause mid-stride.

"There is nothing to discuss," I snap. She moves her legs catching up to me.

"Yes, there is," she says in irritation. I roll my eyes.

"Right now, we need to assess Ezra and figure out what the hell he was thinking," I snap at her. Her eyes widen slightly at my tone, and I see the anger on her features before she covers them.

"Fine," she growls walking away from me. I close my eyes trying to focus for a moment. With everything running ragged around me, my mind is a jumbled mess. I just need to finish up here and go into a resting state. Especially from the strain of being away from Iris.

"What the hell were you thinking!" I shout. Ezra has an annoyed look on his face, and when I look to Xion, she's staring at him in anger as well. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and she's awaiting an explanation. I rarely ever see Xion angry with Ezra. She's always taking up for him, or doing whatever it takes to soften the blow, but not this time.

"I knew what I was do-"

"No. You didn't," Xion snaps at him, smashing her hand down on the table.

"We've been worried sick about you, we thought you were in some kind of danger!" she screams. Ezra opens his mouth to defend himself, but I'm speaking before he can.

"What you did was irresponsible, Ezra," I growl out. Ezra purposely got himself captured by the resistance, and gave them false information on hurting us. He faked the pain with certain tests, and gave the humans false hope, just to crush it in the end. And he would have too, had not Iris wandered into the resistance, he would have taken out the resistance on his own. As I said, he loves manipulation.

"I was never in any real danger," he snaps.

"But we didn't know that, Ezra," Xion pipes up.

"You didn't think to let us in on your plan? So that we wouldn't be worried about you?" I say. Ezra now doesn't know how to respond. He looks to me, and back to Xion for help but she's not having it. Xion would die for us, as we would for her. And the thought of our younger brother being in danger is enough to make us both angry.

"You didn't think of the fact that your little puppet show could get your people seriously hurt?"

"I did think of that, Xion. But if it weren't for my little puppet show, you wouldn't have gotten some of the information that you did. Because the resistance would have stayed hidden," he snaps. I open my mouth to shout some more, but then I realize he's right. So I let out a deep breath.

Ezra has always done what he does to win my approval, and this time is no different. I can see it in the desperation of his gaze, how he's trying to convince us both that he isn't wrong.

"Ok," I say. Both he and Xion look at me like I'm crazy.

"Ezra, you're right. Your plan did help, and if Iris hadn't shown up, I wouldn't have found this place for a while since they were using the cloaking technology you developed." I stand, walking over to him, placing my hand on his shoulder.

"I'm proud of you, Ezra." His eyes widen, and he smiles. A laugh of disbelief escapes him and Xion comes out of nowhere, jumping on both of us, pulling us in for a hug.

"The divine three back together again!" she laughs. I can't help but smile. In my years being here, I forgot how much I missed seeing my siblings daily. So I laugh along with her, pulling them both in for a tight embrace, for once forgetting about any and everything that had me stressed.

A knock sounds at the door, and Zaya enters the room. Xion immediately perks up. She and Zaya have been best friends for the longest time since we were first introduced to our planet. She and I have messed around a few times, but it was never anything serious. And it never jeopardized her friendship with Xion. She stands proud, tilting her chin as she speaks.

"The resistance has fallen, there have been a few injuries on our side, thanks to their new weapons, but none fatal. We have taken prisoners as ordered by Xion, and are currently moving out back to the base," she says. I nod my head, not liking the fact that Xion undermined my orders, taking prisoners, but I guess I can't complain since she left her lover to be here.

"And what of Iris' brother?" I ask. She lightly tenses. Iris' brother played a key role in the resistance. He's smart, military-trained, and very adaptive to his surroundings. I knew he was the moment he was calm when I gave him to Zaya. He had a plan from that moment. And the plan was the weapons. He actually managed to catch Zaya off guard, and to his eye, she was dead thanks to Ezra's manipulations. But she was only stunned until the mercury exited her veins.

"I have him with the other prisoners," she says simply. I nod my head. The last thing I've wanted to think of is Iris and her betrayal. Each time I think of it, a blinding rage fills me. But I have to face this sooner or later. I stand, walking to the window watching the world as it passes by. The world Iris so loves. Earth is a beautiful planet, don't get me wrong. Its inhabitants are what disgusts me. And it seems that me and my siblings have all fallen for one of its inhabitants. So there must be something special about them even we can't see, but our base instinct has picked out. Which reminds me. I turn to Ezra.

"Who was that woman?" I ask. He looks caught off guard by my question.

"What woman?" he says. I make a face at him.

"The one you gave to the medic." Now Xion joins in. She wants to know, too. Ezra has always been a ladies man. He's always loved the attention of women from any planet. But he's never looked at one with such tender care. Nor has he taken one from their actual planet. He's only ever crushed their perception of him seconds before he destroyed their homeworld. Ezra's gaze meets mine head-on.

"She intrigued me," he says simply.

Iris

It's all over. The world as I know it is over. Our last hope, crushed literally right in front of me. All thanks to him. I hate him. I want him to die, I want him to suffer. But I know now that is all but impossible.

"Iris." I don't move. Somehow I knew he was there. I keep my gaze trained out the glass wall, looking at the freedom that will forever elude me. I don't know how long it's been. All I know is that I witnessed the destruction of the Resistance. I don't know if anyone survived, I don't even know what happened to my brother.

"What did you do to me?" I whisper. I feel Remus' hand around mine, and he pulls me away from the glass. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling me between his legs. His gaze is focused as he pulls my clothes off of me. I don't even fight him. His gaze travels to the symbol similar to his on my neck. He lightly traces it, and it takes everything in me not to moan from his touch. I want him so bad.

"Iris. We are bonded," he says. He slowly pulls his shirt off, revealing his chest, and his own symbol.

"I kept it hidden from you, until now. When I bit you, I bonded with you," he says. I finally look up at him.

"What does that mean?" I say in a shaky whisper. I have an idea, but my spark of optimism has me asking in hopes that he will tell me something entirely different.

"It means that we are life-mates. You belong to me now, and any Leviathan that comes within 50 feet of you will know it, too. Already your DNA is being coated to suit me. All that is left to do is consummate the marking," he says. I jerk away from him, anger and hatred consuming me.

"What?!" I half shout. He stands from his seat, towering over me.

"Iris-"

"Is that why Ezra thought I was you?" I ask in horror.

"That's why this thing is on my neck?!" I scream.

"Iris. Calm down," he says. I feel myself calming immediately.

"Your life is my life now. Your pain, your emotions, are mine. We are one. Since you are human, your body is changing. You will grow stronger and live longer, matching my lifespan. We are connected, Iris," he says. I feel sick. I feel like I'm going to vomit.

"Why...why did you do this to me.. you hate me!" I whisper. What am I supposed to do now? Does this mean I'm stuck by his side forever?

"I hadn't meant to. It just happened," he says. Even though this situation is serious, I feel a small hint of amusement at his words. Remus is a very calculated being. It's strange hearing him say he made the mistake. I think about what he said and feel even more dread coming over me.

"It's my fault isn't it..." I don't have to explain for him to know what I'm thinking. He knows. I know. He found the resistance thanks to me. Because we are bonded.

Every time I close my eyes, I see those dead bodies, I hear those screams. And if it weren't for me, they would have been safe. Remus wouldn't have found them. I took down the resistance. I killed all those people. It's all my fault.

Remus is on me before I can cry. I immediately try and struggle away from him, but when he places his lips against my mark, I all but melt in his arms.

"You need me, Iris, or your body will shut down," he murmurs.

"Don't fight me. Just let go."

He continues to kiss and nibble at my flesh, and I find myself shuddering in pleasure. My mind is a mess. I want to give in, but I know it's wrong. I hate him. I hate his very existence.

But when he picks me up and carries me to the bed, all my resolve flies out the window. I can only think of Remus. How much I want him. How much I need him. My body screams for him. He knows it too. His hair falls around us like a curtain as he straddles my body with his. He leans over capturing my lips between his. Pleasure ignites in my body, and all I know is him. I can't even remember why I hate him.

His hand clasps my breast, and I gasp in pleasure as he plays between my legs with his talented fingers. It's almost as if I'm a woman possessed. I want everything that is Remus. At this moment I don't care what he's done. I can't even remember why I hate him. I feel his cock at my entrance, and his gaze meets mine as he slowly pushes into me. I arch my back in pleasure letting my feelings be known. I wrap my legs around his waist and bring my hands up to cup his face. His skin is so soft, smooth. His indigo Irises are peering into my soul as he slowly pulls out just to thrust back in. I let out a moan, and he continues his rhythm as he kisses me.

All of a sudden, I feel as though a wall has been lifted in my mind, and the world opens up to me. I can feel everything that is Remus. His emotion, his pleasure, his every being.

"You need me, I need you." The words are repeated in my head over and over again until I believe them. I need him. I need him more than I need my next breath. And he needs me just as much. That's what it is to be bonded.

He wraps his fingers in my hair, placing his forehead against mine. His thrusts become more urgent, and I can feel myself reaching towards my climax just as he is. He licks my throat, and I can feel his teeth lightly grazing the spot where his symbol resides. I shudder in pleasure, my orgasm rocking me. My nails are scraping his back, trying to anchor myself to something. I feel him as well as he shudders in pleasure, spilling inside of me.