First dates | Quiet aches {Henry Murphy}

[Laura Grace Murphy]

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kill the compassion,

The bar hadn't changed a bit to Laura's dead eyes. She stood just outside Mavrick's, staring up at it as if it would answer a thousand questions, questions she no longer had. Questions that were locked away, somewhere deep. Blinking, she looked down at the door, the spell the building had seemed to put her under now broken. She reached out and opened the door, walking inside. The air was nearly hot compared to the freezing cold of the wintry air outside, and it was a balm on her nearly frozen cheeks. She sighed a little as she looked around. The bar was nearly empty, only a few people sitting at booths. There was no one at the bar but the bartender, looking profoundly bored as he wiped his cloth along the wood.

Laura walked over slowly, not looking at anyone else. She kept her eyes vaguely on the bar behind the bartender, trying to figure out what she wanted. "Tequila sunrise," Laura finally said as the bartender stared at her, waiting for her order. He only bobbed his head and started to mix her drink.

Laura slid a bill onto the bar and sat on a stool, turning so she could look out one of the windows into the street. The snow was coming down again, and a part of her remembered that in the winter, it seemed to always snow.

When the drink was deposited next to her, Laura slid the bill closer to the bartender. He said nothing as he took it, and Laura lifted the cup to sip from the straw that had been placed in it. Her eyes were vacant, simply staring out the window. Slowly, she got up and moved to the booth closest to the window, wanting to be as far from other people as she could. She found the scene out the window oddly peaceful, and could feel herself relaxing. She sighed, almost content. When was the last time she felt like this? She thought it was before...

Her mind skittered away from those thoughts. Thoughts of the before time, thoughts that would lead her into doing something Michelle wouldn't like. Like shifting, or trying to run away. A chill ran down her spine as she thought of the times she tried to run away. The times when she was still fighting. She wasn't fighting anymore. She couldn't think of those times anymore. Not now. Not ever.

As she was gazing out the window, she saw someone walking towards the bar. She froze, like a deer caught by the headlights of an oncoming car. The stride, it was a little different than she remembered, but it was still close enough. The face was scruffy, and somehow seemed older, but she knew that face too. She would have recognized that face had he indeed grown into an old, withered man.

Henry...

She remembered him, the first night she had met him. His warm embrace, keeping her upright as she started to stumble after running into the solid form of Henry Murphy. How he looked at her, a smile in his eyes and toying around the corners of his mouth, how she felt, slightly tipsy, slightly giddy. Her heart began to race in her chest as other moments with Henry arose. Their first dance, their first kiss. Their marriage, and years together before she got pregnant. The years after, and the ones leading up to the birth of their second child together.

The one thing her mind never went to was the time she had asked, begged Henry to bite her. To change her so they could be together forever. Part of her mind seemed to sob, to cry out at the sight of the man she had pledged her life to. The other part just stared, eyes dead but pupils dilated so much, that her eyes were nearly entirely black. Part of her wanted to get up, to run out the back door. The other part of her kept her rooted to her seat, unable to move or even look away from the man approaching the bar. Her lips parted, as if to speak her name, but nothing came out.

Henry...

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SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
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[henry eugene murphy]

don't look now but i think
the ghosts are watching us

Henry Murphy wasn't what you would call a social person. Not anymore. He preferred to sulk in his misery without other people running around, laughing, having a good time, reminding him of the life he used to have. Even after all this time, Laura's death was like a silver knife to his heart, his very soul. She'd been his mate in every way. Ever part of her personality, her very soul, had been intertwined with his until, despite their opposite traits, he'd sometimes been unsure of where he ended and she began. Perhaps their love had no beginning and no end. Maybe that was why it hurt so much to be without her. Her death had taken something away from him, something vital. It was like he'd been drowning for the past thirteen years. It didn't help that the anniversary of her death had just passed last month.

Still recovering from that day, Henry actually ventured out into the town. He headed toward Maverick's even though he already had enough alcohol in his system to float a small nation. Maybe he was just looking for a fight. Maybe he wanted everyone else to be as miserable as he was. But maybe, just maybe, a small part of him missed people. He'd been so alone for so long. Perhaps that was also what led him to Maverick's. It was where he'd met her, after all. In his mind, he could see the way she moved when she danced, her dark hair swaying just a bit more than she did. The memories crept up on him, threatening to crush him like a tidal wave, but he pushed them back with brutal force. He didn't want to forget, but he couldn't bear to remember.

Henry kept his face down, not wanting anyone to stop him to talk. Not that they would. The townsfolk had learned their lesson years ago. Nobody talked to Henry Murphy unless he talked to them first. His shoulders were slightly hunched against the wind, but he wasn't cold. His hands were in the pockets of his jeans and his boots made splashing sounds in the slush as he walked across the street. He didn't want to think anymore and he sure as hell didn't want to feel. There was no amount of alcohol great enough to block it all out, but it could numb him. A little.

Still not looking up as he opened the door and stepped inside Maverick's, Henry took a deep breath, trying to identify all the scents in the room. There were quite a few, to say the least. There was the bartender, alcohol, unwashed human, wood, plastic, food, oil, dirt, chemicals... He tried to sift out the important ones. Then something caught his attention. Perhaps the scent was just clinging to him or maybe he imagined it, but he raised his head finally. There at the bar, sat his dead wife. He stopped in his tracks and stared for a moment that felt like an eternity as a thousand thoughts flitted through his mind.

Still not saying a word though his heart pounded, he walked forward and calmly sat next to her. The bartender already knew what he wanted and was busying himself with preparing a rather strong Jack and Coke. There was a wry twist to both his face and his voice when he finally spoke. "So it's finally happened, then. I've finally snapped and lost my damn mind." That was the only explanation. She was some sort of hallucination or ghost. She was there to torment him even further, an ever-present reminder of his failure, of the life he used to have, of the love they'd shared. Even though he knew she wasn't real, he wanted to reach out and touch her, to hold her and never let go of her again. Part of his mind wanted to believe she really was there but that was impossible. His wife was dead.

TAGGED - laura WORDS - 661
NOTES - henry's an ass but he breaks me

thereisalieinperfection @ CAUTION 2.0

[Laura Grace Murphy]

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kill the compassion,

Laura watched as Henry walked up to the bar, never looking up at the window. She moved from her seat and to the bar, knowing he'd see her better there. She waited, nearly dancing with impatience as he walked into the bar and froze, sniffing the air. When he looked at her, part of her leapt with joy and sorrow and pain, while the other part stood, confused, unsure and scared. That part of her still wanted to run, didn't want to do this.

Laura watched Henry approach the bar, eyes huge and heart racing. But instead of exclaiming, of taking her in his arms like part of her had hoped, he commented on how he had gone insane. Her heart sank and she sat down her drink on the bar next to him. Instead of speaking, she just watched him for a moment, silent and sad. Pain flowed through her, intense and aching. He didn't think she was really there, thought she was a figment of madness that she could see had plagued him since she was taken away from him and their children. All their time together brought him pain now.

Run away! Run away! Part of her mind screamed. He thinks you're his madness, if you run now he won't think any less of you! Pain sliced as hot as a burning blade at her scared rabbit thoughts. He might not think of it, but she knew, knew seeing her and her vanishing would make him suffer more than if she had just never come back here with Michelle. Then, he had thought her dead. Now, though, she was standing next to him. It wasn't her fault he thought her some figment of his imagination, but if she just left... He would break. She could see it in the face she knew so well, yet barely knew at all anymore.

Finally, she reached out, and touched his cheek. "I am not your insanity, Henry..." Laura whispered softly. She felt tears, hot and burning in the backs of her eyes and she blinked them away, though her eyes were left with the watery sheen one gets when close to tears. "I'm not dead..." Her voice was soft, only he would hear her. The bartender had gone to the back to get something, and the only people in the bar weren't paying either one of them a lick of attention. It was as if they were the only two in the whole bar.

"Oh Henry... What has happened to you since I was taken?"

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[henry eugene murphy]

don't look now but i think
the ghosts are watching us

Oh, how Henry wished Laura was alive. She'd been everything to him. His heart and his soul. The very breath of his being, and he knew there was something fundamentally missing without her in his life. Knowing the average life span of a werewolf, he'd believed he would find his mate and get to spend a century with her, at least. And yet, he'd not even had twenty years with her. He had found her, only to lose her to hunters and he hadn't even been able to avenge her death. The hunters had disappeared as if they'd never existed. He would say the same about Laura, but nothing in this world would convince him that she'd never existed. Every fiber of his being knew her and loved her. But this thing sitting next to him wasn't his wife.

He stared at the doorway where the bartender had disappeared while this ghost, this apparition from hell, sat her drink down with a soft clink. Anger started to well in him once again. It seemed to be an omnipresent companion these days. And it was better than the lancing pain he felt, even if she was only in his head. The sight of her, the gloss to her hair, the way the dim lighting played on her skin, those features that were as familiar to him as his own, it all sent pain shooting through his nerve endings. She's not real. She's not real. She's not real. She couldn't be. If she was, it would change everything. No, he wouldn't think about it. He couldn't.

Then Henry felt fingers against his cheek. He froze, hardly daring to breathe. There was an explanation, he was sure of it. It was just in his head. It had to be. Unfortunately, his thoughts couldn't stop the hope that reared it's ugly head. He wanted her to be there, wanted to feel her touch, to feel her love. He closed his eyes, for the first time in a long time, just letting himself feel. Against his will, his chin trembled. He'd missed her so much... Maybe, for a little while at least, he could let himself believe she was there.

"I am not your insanity, Henry..." He bowed his head over his drink, his anger gone as if it had never existed. Laura had always been able to do that to him, and her ghost was no exception. Grief and hope both warred for his attention, but he couldn't give in. Not yet. Even so, he tilted his head just slightly against her hand, wanting more of her touch. It was like an addiction. He knew that once this ghost vanished he would be shattered even more than he was now, but he couldn't stop himself. He needed her. "I'm not dead..." Her voice was something just below a whisper, teasing his ears. Could he dare to believe her? He could feel something deep within himself shaking, breaking apart like shattered glass.

"Oh Henry... What has happened to you since I was taken?" Compassion. That was such a large part of her. And it hurt. Memories swirled behind his closed eyes. The moment they met, late night talks, caressing her swollen womb each time she was pregnant, watching her hold their sons for the first time. Then others, things that came later. Laughing around the dinner table on Christmas Eve, teaching Carter how to ride a bike and how to fix it, watching Cayden try to copy Carter's every move, the pride in Laura's eyes as she watched them. Then, even later. The search for her when she'd gone missing, the panic and hysteria, the long nights without sleep, searching, admitting defeat and the crushing weight of pain and loss. And then, even more. The anger, the rage, the things that he'd done to his precious sons. His precious, precious boys. It was as if his entire life played out in his mind and for the first time in a long time, he saw it all with clear eyes.

Slowly, so very slowly, Henry opened his eyes and turned to look at his wife. "I turned into a monster." The tears in her eyes pained him even more and his chin trembled once again. His own eyes started to well and he fought it. She wasn't real. She couldn't be real. But here she was, right in front of him, her hand on his face. He could feel her warmth, smell her scent, hear her voice... "Laura... my Laurie..." Then he felt himself shatter in truth. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, tears finally spilling down his cheeks. "My Laurie... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."

TAGGED - laura WORDS - 800
NOTES - shit, the sobbing required for this post...

thereisalieinperfection @ CAUTION 2.0

[Laura Grace Murphy]

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kill the compassion,

She watched, silent and sad as the pain filled her husband. She could see it in the way he say, the way he wouldn't quite look at her. Pain filled her too, and the guilt that rose every time she thought of her family. If only she had come home sooner... If only she had told them she needed to be with her family... If she had agreed to bring them in, to tell them everything would be okay if only they would submit...

Another part of her mind pulled away from that idea, horror filling her instead. The thought of her sons, poor Cayden and Carter having to go through life the way she was now shook her to her core. And Henry? That part of her mind refused to think about how Henry would have taken the conditioning. Fear settled deep, and started to gnaw holes in her stomach.

Instead, she focused fully on her husband. She felt him leaning into her hand, into her touch, and watched him as he sat at the bar, eyes closed and head bowed over his drink. Slowly, though, he looked up. The motion was so slow, it was as if he was frozen solid and trying to break free of the ice that kept him from moving.

When his eyes met hers, her tears began to fall unbidden. And when he spoke his nickname for her, his own eyes filling with tears, something in Laura broke. Tears slid faster down her face, and soon Henry was clutching her, holding her tight as she cried softly into his shoulder, arms wrapped so tightly around him his ribs may be bruised later. But just then, she didn't care. She was in his arms again, after so, so long. And just being there, just having him hold her, for a moment Laura could simply forget about everything that had happened to her. Part of her knew the moment wouldn't last, but she clung to it fiercely while she could. She needed to have this moment with him, needed his comfort and love.

And then, the moment passed. That part of Laura that so craved her husband was pushed back, pushed away, and the alien part of Laura resurfaced, came back before the true part was ready to leave. The tears didn't stop, because the pain of loosing her mate filled both sides of Laura, but she did manage to draw away enough to look up at her mate, look into his eyes with her own dead ones. "I've missed you Hen..." She whispered to him, that alien part of her letting the pain and grief she felt all those years without him into her voice. "You... And our boys... I never thought..." Her voice choked off, and the pain she felt was still real. Still strong enough to keep her from finishing that painful sentence.

I never thought I would see any of you again. And I wish I had died instead of coming back, because I know I'll only have to leave again once Michelle leaves...

That one thought made the tears slow and dry up, but she still pressed her cheek against Henry's chest, feeling his heart beating under her ear. She couldn't stand to look at him after that thought, and now, him holding her was more painful than the time she had spent away from him. She hugged him harder though, not willing to let go. She knew what she had thought was true. That she would be forced to leave her family again, at some point. Once Michelle found what she was looking for. Her brother? Laura couldn't remember. Her times with Michelle were hard to remember when she wasn't with the hunter.

The True Laura, the one that hadn't died during the torture and brainwashing as the Hunters had intended, was silently sobbing in the back of the Alien Laura's head. The thought of leaving her family again after ten years had past without them would be enough to kill the true part of Laura, where the torture and brainwashing couldn't. If she was forced to leave, the hunters would have in true their little puppet, not a half-mad creature, ready to destroy itself at the first chance.

"I tried..." Laura whispered to Henry, voice still filled with tears. "I tried to come home... Tried to get free..." She started to shake in his arms. He hadn't asked for an explanation, but knew, eventually, he would need to know. Better to do it now instead of waiting. Michelle's orders came into her mind then, to tell family or friends that would remember her that she had been kidnapped, and that after ten years of pretending to help them, she managed to escape just when they thought they could trust her. No need to mention Michelle herself. No need for them to know there was a new, dangerous hunter in town.

"I finally gained their trust and escaped..." The lie barely felt like a lie because Michelle had drilled it into her so much. It felt so near to truth, that there was no ring of a falsehood in her voice as she spoke. "I ran away... I came home... I was..." She trailed off, voice choking. She took a few, deep breaths before she spoke again. "I was trying to... Find a way to come find you, and the boys... To come tell you that I wasn't... Dead..." Tears slid down her cheeks again, getting the front of Henry's shirt wet. She heard the bartender start to step out of his room, but pause, and go back in to give them privacy. Not even the patrons at the booths looked in their direction.

"I'm so sorry..." Sorry for what, though? Lying to him? Being gone? Laura didn't know anymore, the thoughts swirled and confused her. She knew she was broken, knew she couldn't stay even if she wanted to. They would notice she was broken, and cast her aside like the trash she would be to them. She cried harder, then, at that thought. She knew know she couldn't stay. But she knew, too, that before she left she would stay with them long enough for her to feel like she didn't abandon them again. She couldn't have that feeling again, couldn't live with it. If they casted her aside though... She could live with that. Maybe...

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SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
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[henry eugene murphy]

don't look now but i think
the ghosts are watching us

All Henry wanted to do was to hold his mate and never let her go. And he was determined that she was never leaving him again. He would move Heaven and Earth with his bare hands if he had to. He'd already failed at protecting her once and he'd be damned if it would happen again. His number one priority had been to protect his family, to keep them from harm, and he'd failed. But now Laura was here. She was here in his arms and he was going to keep her safe. He wasn't going to let anyone hurt her or take her away ever again. He'd die first. Though, if he failed to protect her a second time, he knew he would die anyway.

Henry buried his nose into Laura's hair, not the least bit phased by how tightly she was holding him. He took in her scent and the feel of her against him, and his heart ached. Oh, how he'd missed her. He let her cry, trying to soothe her with gentle strokes down her back while his own mind reeled. She was real. She was alive. She was there, in his arms like she should be. His heart felt lighter than it had in years. Then she pulled away just slightly and he fought the urge to pull her back to him. He looked down at her tear-stained face, his own face still crumpled with a vast array of emotions: love, guilt, pain, hope, happiness, loss, grief... they were all there and he didn't bother to hide any of it.

Her eyes... there was something missing. Henry couldn't put his finger on it, but for a moment, it was like looking at someone else. When she spoke, though, there didn't seem to be anything different about her. She was still his Laurie. She rested her head on his chest and his chin rested on the top of her head, just like it always did. He knew what she'd been about to say. That she was afraid that she'd never see them again. She'd might have been afraid of it, but Henry and their boys had believed it. They'd believed that she was dead, that she was gone and was never coming back to this life.

Henry listened to her explanation, and his heart broke for her. To be in the hands of hunters for years and years, away from him and their boys, away from everything she knew and everyone she cared about must have been hell. He continued to gently stroke her back, even after she'd stopped talking. He didn't know if the trembling he felt was hers or his. Laura being alive changed everything. It was almost too much for him to handle. He wanted to break down, but he knew he couldn't. Not if his mate needed him. He held some semblance of composure and tried to get his thoughts and emotions under control. The sheer relief he felt was enough to knock him off his feet, but it didn't stop one question from surfacing in his mind. What did they do to her?

Pulling back, Henry placed his hands on either side of Laura's face, forcing her to look at him. "Don't you dare. Don't you dare apologize for something that wasn't your fault. They took you away. You didn't have a choice." His own eyes were filling with tears once again and he bent down to press his lips against Laura's forehead. His anger started to bubble up once again. "If I find those sons of bitches, I'll rip them apart." It was no idle threat. Maybe with his mate's help, he'd be able to find them and get his vengeance.

TAGGED - laura WORDS - 627
NOTES - I still think this is a crap post.

thereisalieinperfection @ CAUTION 2.0

[Laura Grace Murphy]

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kill the compassion,

As she explained what had happened to her, as Michelle had told her to, Henry held her tight. But she was startled when Henry suddenly pulled away and gripped her face gently in his big hands, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes welled again when he told her not to apologize for what they did. She didn't think she had meant that, but she couldn't explain it to him without telling him the truth. And she couldn't do that. Michelle had told her not to. But... Wasn't she suppose to tell her mate these things?

Her mind reeled as he said he would rip the hunters that took her to pieces. Her mind flew to Michelle, and terror filled her. Not for Michelle, but for her mate. What if Michelle captured him too? Henry wouldn't survive what they did to her. He'd fight until they killed him and tried again with another werewolf. She'd seen it done before, helped them do it before.

Panic flared hot and she clutched at him, shaking her head and trembling all over. "No, no no no!" She sobbed, trying to keep him rooted to the spot as if she could actually convince him not to run off. Fear had crippled her, and she had to hold him just to stay upright when her knees went to jelly. "Don't go, please don't go near them! No, no, no..." Even her voice was panicked, and a few of the humans in the bar were starting to look over, staring at Henry as if he was the reason Laura was freaking out, and wondering if they should do something about it.

"I can't loose you Hen. Not just after I got you back."

She looked up at him, and the panic in her eyes hid the strange alien look Henry had noticed earlier. She reached up, clutching at the collar of his shirt. She stared at him, pleading with her eyes for him to just stay with her, not to run off and find the hunters that had so thoroughly brainwashed her. She knew for a fact that it would kill Henry, and the part of Laura that was still herself reared up and refused to let the alien part of her take her mate to them. She couldn't watch them do to him what they did to her. Couldn't watch him fight it until they gave it up as a loss and killed him before moving onto someone else. They'd probably try to get her boys, and the true part of Laura roared with fury, locked inside her own head. She wouldn't let that happen either.

She'd die first.

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SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
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[henry eugene murphy]

don't look now but i think
the ghosts are watching us

Henry's entire perspective on his life had just changed in a fundamental way. He'd spent the past years blaming others for his failure. Laura's capture hadn't been Cayden's fault and he felt guilty for the things he'd done to the boy. Carter, too. He still wanted to discipline them, make them strong, but he didn't want to punish them like he had before. It was his own fault that he hadn't been able to protect his mate. He should have been the one to go out and look for Cayden, especially knowing how Laura avoided fighting. She wouldn't have fought back. She would have pleaded, asking them why they were doing that to her. Just the thought of it broke his heart all over again, but the anger was still there. No, it hadn't been his fault, either. The blame lied with the hunters. Only them. Without them, they could have lived a peaceful life, filled with laughter and love. Instead, the family had been left broken and bleeding.

Henry could see the panic in his mate. She didn't want him to go after the hunters. He buried his anger and held Laura to keep her from collapsing. "Shh... it's alright. It's alright." He wanted to tell her that he wouldn't go after them, that he would let it go and just be grateful that she was home... but he couldn't. Those bastards had taken his mate, had destroyed his life. He wanted vengeance so badly he could taste it. He wanted to make them pay for what they'd done. He wanted to make sure they couldn't hurt anyone else, ever again. Not Laura, not their boys, not anyone.

Henry gave his mate a moment or two to calm herself down just slightly. With the emotional roller coaster they were both on, he didn't expect her to calm down completely. That would take more time. He gently disentangled her fingers from his shirt and kissed her hands before pulling her to him once more. "If I don't stop them, who will? What's to stop them from hurting someone else? What's to stop them from taking you back? Or taking our boys? Or anyone else? They need to be stopped." And Henry Murphy wanted his vengeance. He wanted an outlet for his anger. I won't let them hurt you anymore. Whatever it takes." And if they tried, they were dead. They just didn't know it yet.

After taking a deep breath, the rage he felt safely buried under a rock solid exterior, Henry looked around the place, noticing the people staring. He stared at each of them in return. "Mind your own damned business."

TAGGED - laura WORDS - 450
NOTES - horrid. sorry.

thereisalieinperfection @ CAUTION 2.0

[Laura Grace Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #595454; background-image:url(http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/tt7/Sara_Shadow/PRIVATE/texture.jpg); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] All the distractions, Shoot it, shoot it out 'cause they want a little more you can be rest assured. You give them all you got and you give them a little more, and never even know what for. They feed and they suck until you're unconscious, it's never enough, they kill your subconscious… I'm ready to die

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kill the compassion,

Laura calmed a little when Henry held her and whispered it would be alright. But her heart still raced with panic, and her mind still reeled with the fight between the real Laura and the alien one. She was confused and scared. And, just like that, her wolf entered the fray. The wolf was strong and violent, and Laura shuddered in Henry's arms as she tried to push it back. It sensed she was frightened and wanted to force her to change so she could run. She closed her eyes before anyone could see they had gone wolf, and clung to Henry as she fought back the wolf.

When she finally gained control, she took in a deep, shuddering breath. Henry had told the humans in the bar to mind their own business sometime while Laura was struggling with her wolf. He'd also brought up the hunters again, but she had ignored it. She couldn't deal with that again, not now. Not so soon after her wolf had nearly won it's battle. But she needed to get out of there, needed to leave the bar before the struggle came again. Her wolf wasn't silenced, only waiting for another weakness.

"H- Henry... I need to go..." She whimpered softly. "I need to go..." She couldn't pull away from him though. She wanted him to offer to come with her, but she was afraid. What if she changed? Her wolf was crazed now, unmanageable. If Henry saw, he would know. He couldn't know. She had to fight it back. She didn't want to change, didn't want to be a wolf.

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[henry eugene murphy]

don't look now but i think
the ghosts are watching us

Henry did his best to soothe his mate. He could see that she'd been traumatized. Who knew what those hunters had done to her? He wanted to ask, wanted the answers he so desperately craved, but he wouldn't make her relive anything painful like that. Again, his mind strayed back to the hunters. They would know. He could get the information out of them without Laura having to speak of traumatic events. After opening his mouth, nothing came out. Laura beat him to it. "I need to go..." His brow furrowed at her shaky voice. What had they done to her? What had they done to his Laurie?

Henry looked at his mate seriously, trying to understand. He'd known her better than he'd known himself, but he wasn't sure that was the case anymore. Looking at her, he honestly couldn't tell what the current problem was. He should have been able to tell. Despite her plea, his arms locked around her, instinctively unwilling to part with her. Not now. Not ever. He couldn't lose her again, no matter what.

With a sudden jolt, he realized that she'd been held captive for over ten years. The last thing she needed was to be held against her will. It might have been one of the hardest things he'd ever done, but he slowly loosened his grip on her. It was like trying to bend iron. He gave Laura another look, his face covered in the pain of potentially losing her again. "Go if you need to. But if you don't come back, I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth." Which was exactly what he'd tried to do last time, only he hadn't been strong enough. Maybe now he was.

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NOTES - short post is short! D:

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