Geilinor, Provence of Peace

Sitka's expression didn't change. "I had a feeling you were a lier. Too bad you can't hide your intentions from the Earth. It knows your soul if you have one." She said with a wiggle of her eye brows. "What are you planing to do? Irritate me to death?"

The witch smiles with rotten teeth, "No actually. I was planning on stealing you mate, leeching out his life force and then using him to leech out yours and any of your children's." she sneers, absolutely serious.

"Wow you are plesant." Sitka said sarcasm clear in her meaning but not in her tone. "That's a shame though. This means I'm going to have to destroy you." She said. Her eyes started to glow and magic vines shot from the ground wrapping around the witch. They were unable to be broken and she knew this. She was destined to be queen of the imps and she knew how powerful she was.

The witch smiles and uses her magic to begin choking the life out of Niklas, whose wolf is beginning to fight back by now. "A life for a life?" she sneers.

"Maybe but not his life." Sitka said with a growl. She moved in front of the witch and used her claws to cut off her head. She took a match out of her pocket and set the body and head on fire. That might take care of her.

The witch slowly burned with an evil smile on her face still. Niklas lays on the ground, his wolf no longer fighting as he just lays there, staring straight ahead.

Sitka let out a small sound as she rushed over to him. "Are you all right my love?" She asked pressing her head to his chest to make sure he was still alive. "Speak to me please." She begged worry clear on her face and in her voice.

Niklas lays still as death for a moment before gasping in a breath and jerking back to life, "Sitka," he immediatly says, reaching for her.

Sitka let out a small sound. "You're alive? I thought that crazy witch had killed you. Are you all right?" She asked her concern clear.

"I think so," Niklas says, meanwhile coughing up blood. "Nasty, bluidy witches!" he growls.

"Do you need me to get you help? I dont want you to be hurt." Sitka said witll looking worried. She was so affraid that the witch had done something to him. What had that evil smile been for?

Niklas continues coughing, but instead of it getting better it starts getting worse and worse and soon he starts having trouble breathing.

"Help someone help me!" Sitka called hoping someone would hear her. She gently placed her hand on his chest tranfering her life force to him. She didn't think she could live without him so she meet as well use her life to save him. "Don't die Niklas. I love you so much."

Niklas feels her life force flowing into him and backs away, growling at her and shaking his head, no longer coughing or breathing. His eyes turn a wild electric blue before he passes out and begins coughing again. With in seconds he coughs out a huge black glob that moves and begins breathing normally.

The blob turns and begins moving toward Sitka with amazing speed.

Sitka let out a small sound. She had no idea what to do. So she gave up. She was tired of it and this witch wasn't going to let her win. Letting out a pained sound her body slimped against the floor and she stopped moving.

The thing moves around in her slowly, but quickly dies, her body absorbing it easily. It has already used up most of it's magic energy trying to kill Niklas and failed. So now Niklas lays on the floor, asleep and moderately hurt, next to Sitka.

Sitka didn't move not even a breath escaped her. The thing had no effect on her. No magic was left in her body nore any more will. She couldn't live without Niklas and she couldn't live knowing she might be the cause of his pain.

Niklas suddenly moves with a jerk and awakens, moving over to Sitka. "Sitka! Sitka!" he growls, shaking her, eyes absolutely insane and moving back and forth. He throws back his head and howls, an anguished howl, thinking he's lost his mate. He immediately begins tearing his claws into his chest, trying to rip out his own heart.

Sitka's hand comes up and gently takes hold of his wrist. She looked up at him her eyes full of pain. She looked so cold and rather unlived in. "Don't you dare hurt yourself. I am willing to give my life for you so don't you dare ruin my decision by hurting yourself. Can't you let me do something for you?"

His eyes are completely wild and he resists her hold, wanting to rip out his aching heart. "Mate... dead..." he says, not realizing she's alive. He goes mostly limp, falling to his side and curling up like a wolf, his wolf image coming over him so much you can barely see him. He wimpers and cries, thinking his mate is dead.

"I am not dead you drama wolf." Sitka said whacking him lightly on the behind. "Stop trying to be an idiot. I tried to save yourlife and now you're freaking out when I'm not dead. Wait until I'm dead you idiot." She said the life slowly seeping back into her eyes.

"He's not going to respond to that you know," A young werewolf says, peaking out from around a corner. "He's like a real wolf now. He thinks your dead and his wolf takes over completely. You have to physically prove your his mate. Things like scent and stuff."

Sitka let out a groan. Why couldn't anything be easy? She ran her hands through her hair spreading her scent all over it before she gently rubbed her head against his arm. She then gently trailed her fingers under his nose. "Please come back to me Niklas."

Niklas's wolf sniffs her hand and barks, licking it quickly. He stands up slowly, looking like a normal forest wolf and licks her face, smelling her as well. Suddenly the wolf clamps his teeth down on the juncture between her shoulder and her neck, hard enough to leave a mark but werewolves secrete a liquid in their mouths that heal and also turn pain to pleasure.

Sitka let out a small sound her head tilting back. She gently ran her fingers through his fur. "Oh Niklas I'm glad you can tell that I'm not dead. I don't want to hurt you. I love you." She said as she let him do what he wished to her. As long as he was happy she didn't care.

Niklas growls against her neck and licks her neck, soothing the bite. He rubs against her some more and curls up in her lap, licking her hand.