The Taste of Seduction

The pain in Atlas's heart escalated from a dull throb to burning, glaring pain. The pain was so intense, so all-consuming, that he no longer knew where he was.... he felt his heart being ripped out of his chest. Anguish stabbed him like a knife and he was screaming more loudly than he had ever screamed in his life.

His screams were animalistic, gut-wrenching as if his soul was being ripped out from him while he was still alive.

He clutched her closer to his chest, he pressed a kiss on her forehead as he begged whoever would listen to him to wake his Angel up.

He didn't care about the price he had to pay. If it was soul, eyes, kidneys, limbs, heart any part of him he would gladly give to see her beautiful hazel eyes again.

But dead silence greeted him, his Angel wasn't breathing or moving. Nothing could compare to the hole within his chest right now. The sudden realization that he was going to be separated from her-the only light in his life extinguished from the world.

Why always him? Why did he always keep losing people important to him? Was it the price he had to pay for all the people he had killed? Was karma real or he was just cursed. Cursed to be unhappy for the rest of his life.

First his mom, Cassandra and now his Angel. All of them are women important to him. why did fate had to be so cruel to him?

Didn't he deserve happiness? Was he cursed to never experience love in his life? Atlas has always thought he was cursed but with Meredith he was hoping he was wrong. Guess he wasn't.

A cursed monster like him didn't deserve all of their love and because of him, all of them had lost their life. A crushing wave of despair drowned him.

His pounding heart refused to slowed its pace. Blood pooled around him with her lifeless body still in his arms. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned around to see four paramedics surrounding them.

"Sir. you need to give her to us." One of them said softly, but Atlas didn't want to let her go.

He cradled her into his chest, not minding the blood staining his clothes. He pressed kisses on her tear-stained cheeks.

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"Sirthey need to save her. Don't you want to save Miss Rossi?" James said cautiously behind him.

His muscle tensed then he finally lifted his eyes to look around him for the first time since the incident.

"Save her. please he finally gave her to them.

The paramedics quickly took her from him and placed her on the stretcher.

"We are losing her pulse! Hurry!" One of them shouted frantically.

Atlas felt his heart stopped in his chest. Sadness consumed him and he couldn't move. He just watched as the paramedics worked to stopped the blood and perform their protocols.

"If she dies, I will burry all of you along with her so just save her." Atlas muttered so calmly-it was frightening. Nothing could compare to the ache in his heart which had numb him at this point.

"We need to take her to the hospital!"

Atlas jumped into the ambulance holding Meredith's hand and caressing the back with his thumb.

"Angel" Atlas whispered gently caressing her cheeks which was ashen now.

"Wake up...pleasewill do anything you want just wake up." he begged.

"Her heart rate is dropping! Inform the hospital to prepare for emergency surgery."

The leader of the paramedics barked a series of orders. Atlas squeezed his eyes shut and his heart screamed as he watched her lifeless body surrounded by paramedics.

Seeing his bright Angel lying on the stretcher battling for her life brought bad memories. He had seen this scene before and he didn't like the ending.

His heart stopped beating and the air was sucked out of his lungs. He couldn't comprehend how all of this happened.

"She is not breathing!" Machines blared loudly as the paramedics placed an oxygen mask on her.

The whole world seemed to be moving in a slow motion for Atlas. He felt like he was walking in a dream-a horrific nightmarish dream world.

He sat there shaking, a low groaning sound bubbling from his mouth. No-no he couldn't lose her.

Ever since the day he had laid eyes on her, he knew she was special. She was going to be woman who was going to wreak havoc in his perfectly controlled life and oh how right he was.

She made his dead beat for the first time in a long time. She had made him smile and laughed more than he had these past years. She made him want to be a perfect man.

For he was always ready to do anything to put her smile on her face because he loved how her eyes sparkled in excitement when she was happy. Every time her hazel eyes met his blue ones, he felt his heart flutter.

It was like yesterday when she placed his finger in his mouth. When he kissed her in the lift, when he finally claimed her as his. And now she was leaving him. he wanted to hold on, but he couldn't.

He wanted to wake up in the morning with her in his arms forever but he couldn't. He wanted the pain crawling inside him to stop but he couldn't. He was not in control.

He didn't know when but what he did know was that he had given her a part of him. And now that she was gone, he wasn't getting it back.

'I love you.'

Fuck her words echoed in his mind. He would never get the chance to ever say these words to her someday. How cruel.

His mom told him the person we are happiest with is the same person we feel devastated living without and how right she was.

"Don't give up on me Angel...please."

"Please keep breathing....just keep breathing"