Seth groaned as he lay writhing on the floor, his blood spilling from the wound in his stomach. He periodically twicthed, partially from the pain and partially from shock, which he was quickly entering into. The Lycan moved even closer with two more steps. "You know you're going to die, right?" Seth looked hard at the Lycan.
"Go to hell, you dog." The Lycan roared with anger, and struck Seth across the head with the pistol. As blood spilled from his head wound and into his eyes, he began to lose his vision, and he felt afraid. He was afraid of being forgotten, of everyone feeling glad that he was dying.
He felt those fears up to the point when the Lycan put the gun to his head, and he felt them for the split second it took him to die after the trigger was pulled.
Seth remained nothing more than a bloodstained body and a memory.
"You aren't going to find him, just a body." Rose looked at both of them, shaking slightly. It was hard enough knowing her friend was dead; it was another to have used her vampire senses to see it.
"Win the war. That's all we ca do now." Rose tuned away from them, shivering. She wrapped her arms around herself.
"Make them pay you two. I'm sorry, but can't do this anymore." Rose walked away, leaving them behind. She could care less what they chose, but she was never going to be able to kill again. She couldn’t.