Noah wondered if the power was in him because he hadn't felt anything, which was why he was unable to stop James from harming him or the poison from spreading in his body. He tried to use the power, bring it forward, and heard James chuckle in humour.
"It is of no use, Noah. Your body, it is weak. It has always been weak and I know this because I made sure the little ability would stay dormant in you," James held a kind expression on his face, which didn't match his actions.
James reached to where Noah sat, leaning against one side of the cave's wall. He then placed his hand on Noah's shoulder and asked, "Didn't you ever wonder, why you have bursts of anger? Calm yet like a sea that is ready to swallow the entire ship? It is time I took back what belongs to me." The older werewolf pushed the dagger one more time into Noah's stomach and a yellow ball of light escaped from Noah's lips. James brought the ball of light and swallowed through his mouth. "You were a good son, but you are of no use to me."
Noah gritted his teeth and asked, "Did our relationship mean so little to you? We are related to each other by blood and we have spent more than enough time with each other."
There were good memories in Noah's mind, where he had spent his time with James that held smiles and laughter. All those things were nothing but lies...
The family he was part of, the family he had tried to protect since from a very young age, were nothing but deception for a goal he wasn't part of and would never be there to witness until the very end. The mother he loved had lied to him and his father, holding a relationship with his uncle, who was supposed to be his biological father.
"You don't have to do this, Uncle James," Noah tried to persuade the man, hoping he would change his mind. "Let the world live in peace, without any more pain or destruction. The last time the two brothers fought with each other, it didn't just ruin the bloodline, but every member of the family died who were directly related in the first name of the family. And I will tell you this, that the person you will be fighting against isn't someone easy and he will kill you."
James's eyes narrowed, not liking that Noah was taking the vampire's side, and he sneered,
"You should be begging for your life. So that I end you right away, not praise and warn about me losing to the young Moriarty. Tell me what you know about him."
And when Noah didn't respond, as his body was losing energy, James quickly grabbed Noah's neck, ready to pierce his sharp claws into it.
"Go ahead," Noah taunted the man. "You are used to taking things by force, that is all you are capable of."
James pushed Noah back, which had the young werewolf collide with the wall again. He glared before responding, "I would have ripped your head off your body, but I don't think your mother would be pleased about it. Nor do I want someone pointing the blame on me. I am your dotting uncle, who will grieve for your death."
Noah's movements slowed down. He said softly, "I hope when time comes, you can grieve for your own death, James. For ruining families. Time always collects its debts...that were left behind in the past, and yours is only to come with heavy price...."
James laughed at Noah's naive words, saying, "Only time can tell that, and I won't let it happen. Only the missing sea creature and everything will reach its intended goal. A pity that I had to kill you, but I am your father. Made of me, and you should know it hurts to see you like this now."
Noah's mistake was that he had believed his family. Believed that they weren't going to be out to get each other. All he wanted in his life was to have a balance of peace. He had tried to balance it, placing himself at the back while the others were in the front, without caring for his own feelings. Even during the times when his heart wanted something else. He had kept his family's interest before his.
He wanted to protect them, and protect Eve from any harm falling on her.
James said, "It seems like the poison has spread to your senses as if you are heavily drunk and cannot do anything but stare. It is called nightingale. Stare until you feel a pang in your chest and then it is a forever sleep."
The older werewolf put his arms around Noah, hugging him, and he whispered, "I will take good care of your mother like I always have. And everything else that you held dear." He then pulled away to look at Noah and said, "Your burial will be grand. I promise you that." Saying that he stood up and left the cave, while lighting a cigar.
Noah had sacrificed many more things than he could count. He had grown up in a strict and disciplined family, only to realise there was no disciple but shame.
When Eve entered his life at such a young age, he was entranced by the young girl. He had tried to find her, and though on finding her, he couldn't do anything but stand aside, knowing he could never give her what she wanted. Knowing his family would kill her. Instead, he had chosen to love and protect her from afar, yet he had failed in something simple. He felt anguish in his heart.
His eyes had begun to turn hazy before James left the cave, and his ears turned numb as if it couldn't pick up the slightest whisper of the air that breezed towards the cave.
Noah felt regret.
Regret for a lot of things, and the ache in his heart continued to brew with the passing seconds that were headed towards his end. He knew Eve belonged to someone else, and she would be protected. But he had hoped to do a better job, and the only thing that had stopped him from ending James was that he was his family. They were related by blood, thicker than he had thought but not enough to keep James away from stabbing him.
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