Recognition and repentance{Pierre}

[ShadowsInApril]

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Pierre could see Michelle didn't like him wanting her to talk about it and he still stood there she asked him what good will it do for her to talk and break down and just confess everything. Well what else could it do, but make Pierre understand why she felt this way and maybe she would maybe feel better. She turned around when his eyes filled with tears and still he didn't move away from the spot.

"Can we please talk about this? If you breakdown I'm right here for you... I'm a hard candy with a soft chewy center... I really want us to be honest and open, I might not look like the deep type, but believe me when I start I can't stop... I understand this hurts you a lot, but please... You can ask me anything, you can even hit me like a punching bag but please can we talk about this... If I have to I will beg on my knees right here and now..."

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Michelle didn't understand why Pierre wanted to talk about this right now. She desperately hoped he wouldn't keep on pushing her. She hated bearing her very soul to others, just the very fact that she had gotten this emotional in front of him was already eating her up. Then again he was her father, a much better father than her last one. This wasn't the first time she was being emotional in front of hi either and so she decided she would tell him what he wanted to know. She trusted him and he deserved to know. Reluctantly she turned back to him and was quite shocked to see tears in his own eyes. It melted her heart instantly and when he spoke he spoke to her soul. He begged her to talk about it, asking with a pure heart and no doubt pure intentions. He said he was there for her and a perfect little tear traveled down her cheek and she smiled sweetly. She gathered her courage and embraced him like a daughter, spilling everything with little sobs in between as she held on tight to him,

"You're right, daddy. I do miss Lancelot terribly. My heart is torn to pieces and not a day goes by that I don't regret going to him the moment I woke up. I was a wolf for so long and I ran into Ice. She hurt me badly, I was sure I would die. I saw her kissing Lancelot and it just broke me inside. Had he forgotten about me so easily? So I attacked her but she was stronger than I was. She left me there on the ground in the woods to die. I wanted to die... Seeing Lancelot with another girl literally ripped me apart. It was Xavier who found me beaten and broken. He took me to his house and cared for me, teaching me about what I was even though he was a hunter. I hoped he would kill me, but he cared for me. He cared for me as if he had known me for years and I... I'm living with him now. That's why I can't come live with you. He said he loves me and I'm afraid I might have fallen for him as well... Help me Pierre, I don't know what to do...

[ShadowsInApril]

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Pierre stared at Michelle as she hesitated and then turned around and walk over to him, she held onto him like a little girl would do with her father. She started to sob and his heart broke, the tears just came over him and he embraced her and held her close to his chest, shielding her face from those who passed, so that they couldn't see her tears. Every sob shook through his body and it make his heart fall to the floor into shards of glass. He never knew this could happen to him. He wondered how this could effect him, he wasn't one to have normal emotions, but this... He couldn't help it. She spilled everything upon her heart and Pierre could feel the hurt inside her heart as she said she still missed Lancelot and she saw him kissing someone else. But didn't she understand she was gone a long while and he was on an emotional breakdown, he couldn't think straight. He was like an alcohol driven person, just keep on drinking and drinking until he pulls the trigger upon himself... And indulging in other woman was Lancelot's trigger, the silver bullet made a hole in his heart and he thought that other women could fill it, but only Michelle was the one with the needle and thread. She told him of Ice that hurt her and he was shocked, Ice helped him and this is the thanks he get for helping her. Trying to kill his family? Who knows she might have hurt Lancelot too. Anger started to bubble inside him like a volcano and when she told him about Xavier, who he didn't and haven't met yet. It exploded inside him, his glass heart was now filled with a dark hole of hatred. He made a mental note to check out Xavier, a hunter. Maybe he's using her... Everybody some times have a hidden agenda. After everything has been said Pierre just stared into the distance not saying anything. Her sobs broke into silence and Pierre pulled her away from him. He bend down like a father would to be at eye level with his child. He took her chin in his hand and lifted it so that she would look into his eyes, his eyes were still filled with tears and the salted water still left tracks behind on his cheeks, they glinted silver in the light. A tear yet again escaped his eye and he just blinked and it followed the path of those before it. She asked him for help, because she might be falling for this hunter and he wanted to tear this hunter apart... But what good will it do? It will only tear Michelle's heart more apart and she will hate him forever. But he spoke in gentle tone and never raised his voice once.

"Michelle... You are going to hate me for saying this, but I think we both know the answer already. You might not want to but...

Pierre swallowed hard but he didn't look away, he just kept going at what he was busy saying.

"... You have to let Xavier go, leave him and forget about him. Not just because of Lancelot, but one day there is going to come a choice and then... Who are you going to choose? Choose one of them and the other will probably kill themselves... Choose neither and they will hate you or each other and kill each other... And if they are dead... You are going to want to be dead. And I can't let that happen. I also think we should go and talk to Lancelot..."

Pierre knew that it wasn't the best of ideas, but he tried to help. he isn't good with all the womanly emotions, but he really didn't want anything to hurt his baby girl. Nothing will hurt her ever again. And he himself will be the first to not ever hurt her. He thought of the bite he took out of her side and wanted to rip his arm off. But it wasn't him who did it, she driven his wolf brain into his skull and he couldn't control himself. Being in prison made him so confined that he never had the chance to learn the tricks of being a wolf. All he knew was survival and if you get hurt, hunt and kill.

"Michelle... I don't think you can understand how this is even possible but... I can feel the pain of what you are going through. the emotional and the physical pain... Like the bite mark on your side because of me... My rib is on fire... And the scratch marks on your stomach..."

He lifted his shirt and the exact same mark was on the precise place where it should be upon Michelle. He can't understand himself... But it was since the day in the forest that if something went wrong with her, it would happen to him too... He doesn't understand this strange unusual nature... But he read once that if werewolves made a connection with humans, not imprint. An emotional bond they are almost like a doppelganger of the human... So that if that human gets hurt, it will hurt them... But if they die the bond gets broken... But when Michelle became a werewolf the bond was still intact. She was a human before... He just thought it was a myth and old folk story to scare children somehow and not let them talk to werewolves ever in their life, but now he's experiencing it first hand.


"Believe me, even I can't understand this or explain this..."

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