a/n- Sorry for the wait. I got caught up with school. But I'm back now! Also thank you to chaosmoonstar for her OC Alexei. He is a great help in bot the story and the plot ( and he's super fun to write when he's all suave and cocky) XD.

Chapter 9: Through Sickness and in Health

Just as they had guessed, on the lake's shore sat Cartman with Bebe under his arm. He didn't even turn to acknowledge the group as they stormed across the grass behind him. Bebe glanced over his shoulder at the group and gave them a sickly sweet smile.

"Hello boys. Do you need something?" Kenny glared at the girl.

"Stay out of this, Bebe. This is between us and Cartman." The larger boy finally turned around at the mention of his name.

"What the hell do you want poor boy? If you haven't noticed, I'm kind of busy," he shot out, pulling Bebe a little closer to emphasize his point.

"To kill you, but that won't help poor Kyle, so I'll hold myself back. You're lucky." Cartman raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell does the Jew have to do with this? I've no idea why you guys are mad at me, but your being here is starting to piss me off." Stan pulled Kyle to the front of the group and gave him an encouraging push towards the other werewolf.

"Go on Kyle, tell him." Kyle looked physically sick. Even Cartman flinched a little in sympathy for the poor kid. Taking one last swallow to make sure the contents of his stomach stayed put, Kyle spoke the words that would change his life forever; those words he had dreaded saying since the day he was marked as a submissive.

"Eric...I'm...I'm your mate, your submissive. Please accept me as your omegas, my alpha." The air was thick. The silence was deafening in the clearing. Kyle trembled and clutched his coat, holding his breath. A chuckle broke the silence. Cartman laughed loudly and Bebe did the same. Cartman caught his breath and locked eyes with the shaking red head.

"Oh that's rich. I'm your alpha, as if. You aren't even a wolf. Even if you were, I could never love you. Bebe is my mate. I love her with all my heart. You...you're nothing to me but a mouthy little Jew." The others in the group stood stock still. The crack of something breaking in Kyle's chest was audible, and echoed throughout the clearing. Kyle looked on unseeing as numbness crept over his body and he fell to his knees. Ike and Chloe sprinted to his crumpled for and tried to get his attention, but his mind is elsewhere. Their voices and the noise of the others brawling with Cartman were muffled and far off in his ears. He watched the fight almost catatonically. The boys were no match for Cartman who plowed through them like a tank Not sparing a look back at the destruction and damage he had caused, he pulled Bebe behind him and stormed away from the clearing. The screeching of tires pulling away not a minute later was the only sound to break the silence of the dazed and bruised creatures pulling themselves up from the ground, their mate's fussing over ever bump and scratch their bodies bore. Stan came to his bearings before the rest. As soon as his fuzzy mind gained back the ability to command his legs, he was up on them, sprinting towards his fallen companion. The dark elf sunk to the ground next to him and clutched the unresponsive wolf to his chest. Kyle's head was cradled delicately in the noirette's hands. Kyle stared into the face of his friend as the boy looked him over worriedly. His staring revealed a busted, bleeding lip and black eye, all evidence of how hard he had fought to save the red head. Kyle grined weakly, his friend's loyalty warming him to some degree where the cold had been encroaching in his chest. He hoped it was reassuring in some way. Stan's face was so ugly when marred by those deep worry lines. He was much more handsome when he smiled and laughed, when he was happy. Sadly his grinning only served to concern his companion even further. He cried out to the redhead repeatedly, in a desperate attempt to pull the wolf out of the mental fog that threatened to consume him forever. It was as if the elf believed that if the redhead fell unconscious now without some sign of life behind those glazed over green eyes, death itself would rip the wolf from his very arms. Kyle, with all the strength he had left in his rapidly numbing body, reached up a shaky hand to cradle Stan's cheek.

"Thank you Stan," he whispered," I'm sorry I won't be there to be your best man when you and Wendy get married. I won't be there to see you become a dad like you've always wanted and watch your children grow. I won't be there to help when life gets rough, to comfort you when you call me crying after another bad fight with Wendy. I won't be there to relive the good old days on a porch rocker with you when we are old. I won't be there to cling to life with you in our final years in a morbid contest to see who can hold on longer so the other isn't left alone, like high school sweethearts going back and forth with their "no you hang up first' banter like it's a mantra. I'm sorry Stan, so very very sorry. I just wasn't strong enough. Some super best friend I am, huh?" Kyle gave a small chuckle at his morbid attempt to lighten the heavy weight that his speech had put upon the clearing and all those within ear shot. Stan's face screwed up and his eyes gleamed brightly in the sun as the tears that had been threatening to fall before the other's speech finally gave up the fight and poured down his cheeks. He clung to the other even tighter, and violently shook his head.

"Don't say that!" The noirette cried out through his tears, "You have nothing to apologize for. You have been a better super best friend to me than I could of ever hoped for, and you will continue to be so. I refuse to let you die. You can't leave me, not like this, not at the fault of that fat asshole." Kyle patted the other's cheek affectionately and smiled weakly once more as his friend covered the red head's small hand that cradled his cheek with his own shaking hand, clinging tightly to the appendage as if it was a life line.

"There's that determination I love so much. I think I'll miss that the most," Kyle whispered with some difficulty through his suddenly sluggish lips. Stan screamed and called for him once more, but he could no longer hear him. His pleas were drowned out as the darkness and the numbness consumed Kyle. Stan clung to the limp body in his arms and finally let loose all of his anguish. The knowledge that his friend was doomed to die, that the steady beating of his heart would cease at the end of the week if he was lucky enough to hold on for even that long, was too much for the dark elf. His sobs and screams tore through the night air, so broken and tormented that all those who heard would feel his pain. The ukes in the clearing joined in his cries and clung to their mate's. Ike and Percy, mateless, bawled in Chloe's arms. Their cries were suddenly joined by the broken howl that spilled past Ike's trembling lips. He wasn't a wolf, but his body had screamed at him to let loose the mournful sound from his throat. The others, feeling the sound vibrate through their very bones, joined in with their own voices to howl at their great and impending loss. Even in the daylight, the moon had made itself visible in the sky, it's glow pale against the suns glare. But it's unusual appearance in the night sky was not merely a coincidence. No, the moon had witnessed the injustice that had taken place in that field and was breaking the very laws of nature to appear in the sky to cry and join in the others' suffering. The moon had come to accompany Kyle as he faded, to mourn the loss of one of her precious children of the night.

Far away, the howls drew the attention of a large wolf away from the blonde girl in his arms. The sound rang through him and cut painfully into his chest. The blonde glared in the direction of the howls as even her most powerful pheromones couldn't coax Cartman's full attention back to her. He had gone back to holding her once more, but she could feel that some small part of him still continued to listen to the others' cries. Even in death, that little rat was proving to be a thorn in her side. Bebe shrugged it off for now, not wanting the brat to ruin her fun. Oh well, he'd be gone soon enough. The howls changed tune in her ears from an annoyance to the sounds of victory in her twisted game. She had won. Who could stop her now? Unbeknownst to her, another set of ears heard the cry. Alexei sat up violently as the cries pierced the peaceful silence of his room. Those cries, he knew what they meant. Even though he prayed to god he was wrong, he knew there was no mistake. Kyle was dying from rejection. The sound ripped at his heart. This wasn't supposed to happen. Kyle was supposed to be ok, be his. But here he was, listening against his will as the announcement pierced the night, the result of his own handy work. He was sick. He had to stop this! Alexei slipped on his leather coat and boots in record time, snatching up his keys on the way to his garage. Even the loud roar of his bike's engine couldn't drown out those horrid wails. He willed the bike to go faster as he sped towards the cave, the secret and heavily guarded dwelling of the blond haired bitch who had ensnared him in her sick and twisted game.

Bebe lifted her head from painting her nails as the door to her room was unexpectedly slammed open by another simmering blonde.

"Hello Alexei, what seems to have your piercings in a twist?" She asked innocently. Alexei glared and pointed at Bebe accusingly.

"You bitch! You knew this would happen!" He screamed at the seemingly unaffected girl.

"I honestly haven't the slightest idea what you're on about honey." Bebe replied, inspected her nails. Alexei walked over and slapped the bottle from her hand to the floor, spilling the contents on the carpet below.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. We had a deal you harpy. You get Eric, and I get Kyle. He's dying and you knew he would! You led me on!". Bebe shoved him away from her and retrieved the bottle from the floor.

"Sweetie that deal could have worked. He wouldn't be dying if your pheromones hadn't practically thrown him into my darling Eric's lips. You are at just as much fault. We're partners, you and me." Alexei glared at the girl over his shoulder.

"Not any more ,Bebe. I'm done. I won't let that innocent kid die just so you can get some. I'm gonna tell them what you did. They are going to find you, murder your whorish ass, and save poor Kyle." Bebe snorted and continued to brush paint on her nails, seemingly unmoved by his threats.

"You really believe that, don't you? Newsflash, this isn't a fairytail. There aren't always happy endings. You know as well as I do how heavily guarded this place is. And even if they do get near me, the runt stands no chance against me. So go ahead and bring them here. One way or another, Kyle will die, and Eric will be mine. If you want to get his hopes up then be my guest. Now that I think about it, killing him myself will be so much more fun than having him fade away peacefully in his cozy bed. Hurry up and go, you've gotten me excited now and the anticipation is killing me. Well not me, Kyle actually. Ha, did ya see what I did there?! Ah, all jokes aside you seriously gotta go. I've got to get ready for the big show." Alexei fumed at the positively insane girl as large plant roots sprung up from the walls and wrapped painfully tight around his arms and dragged him out of the room. Bebe waved after him as his struggling form disappeared from the doorway. She screwed the cap on her polish and examined her now finished nails with an evil sneer. Oh yeah, this was going to be fun.

a/n- Ugh I hate myself in this chapter. Poor everybody. Even Alexei is upset! Not as bad of a guy as you thought right? Well, hope you liked it even though you probably wanna kill me right now. Things will get better. I promise!

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