The anger rolled through him like waves against a rocky shore, his grip on her wrist tightening as he twisted her arm backwards, the sound of a loud pop audible to his ears. He had never put his hands on her before, but maybe that was the problem. She had spent an eternity thinking that she would get whatever she wanted from him, that he would always be by her side…it was too much. The bodies were too much, the men and women she slept around with were just too much. He finally let go of her wrist, watching as she sobbed, cradling her arm against her side before going to get dressed and packing his things. ‘This is going to be difficult’ he thought. For centuries she had been his only focus, his only dream. So how in the hell was he going to survive without having her?
It was a painful realization, but a realization nonetheless. He packed the last of his things, Eleanora having still sat in her place on the floor, tears now falling silently down her reddened cheeks.He watched her in silence, thinking of all that they’d been through…if only she had been able to stop killing, to stop cheating. He loved her so desperately, and leaving was the last thing he wanted to do, but she was leaving him no choice, the bodies had been piling up over the years, and when he smelled the blood mixed with lust on her last night…something inside of him had snapped. He had been worried sick about her while she was gone, thinking something had happened or that she was lying in a ditch somewhere injured, all the while she was out roaming the streets in search of another f**k, another body to add to her endless count.
Was he not good enough anymore? He could never remember her being dissatisfied in and out of the bedroom, he always did whatever was asked, it was confusing. Finally, after reigning in his thoughts, he made his way to the front door, going outside to get to the car, taking one last longing glance at the place he had called home for so long before getting in the car, leaving it all behind.