Sometimes love is just not enough.

It stood in front of me... staring into my eyes, its dark orange orbs sensed my fear as I could its strength. It carried an air of grace, a sense of knowing, knowing I was scared and if I could run, I would. It didn’t hold back, circling me like I was its dinner, its next victim and in a way I was. I was free for the taking, no one would look for me, and no one would care if I never returned home. How unfortunate for me this situation was!

The thing smiled widely at me, as if he could read my very thoughts. He or she probably could. After all, nothing is impossible, is it now? Its teeth shone brightly in the dim moonlight, as a large red tongue licked the lips of the creature that stood before me. I involuntarily took a step back, trying in vain to put distance between me and it.

It didn’t work. For as soon as  I took that step, it grabbed my shoulder and wrenched me back, putting me off balance, making me fall on to the ground that we were stood on. I tried to crawl backwards, trying to wrench myself off the cold earth.

I didn’t have the strength; the fight was drawn out of my very soul.  I could feel the beast staring at me; I could feel it when they knelt down to my level. I heard the sickening crunch as it slapped me like I was a piece of meat. I could hear my scream of agony.

I knew why this was happening; I did not know how it could be stopped. All I could hope was that my dear brother could forgive me, after all I had done to him. I prayed he would not kill me.