52 Week Short Story Writing Challenge - #11

Background: Alrightso I usually refrain from writing in a male third-person perspectivesimply because I am female but anyway... To me the title of thisshort story is a bit of a pun because not only is the main characterviewing life from a different perspective but I am also, as anauthor. Dimitri is the main character's name, because I've alwaysloved that name but never really had a large part in my novelwriting. It was also rather freaky writing this late at night, whilstthe neighbour's dog howled like a wolf. So without further ado, Iintroduce Dimitri.
Short Story #11 - A Different Perspective
Hestood in a pool of blood. It wasn't usually this bad but the wolfenhad pulled out the enforcements this time. The bar looked like aslaughterhouse, disfigured limbs in every direction. Dimitri's bootsstepped carefully through the macabre scene but still crunched as hemoved, bone fragments scattered around. No, they'd gone way too far.Dimitricrouched down, grabbing a small ring that had fallen in the crowd'shaste; he stiffened as he recognized the small piece of jewellery. Hewould recognize that ring anywhere. He clenched his fingers aroundthe silver and pearl band, pain coursing through his body as he triedto deny her death. Lyli was so innocent, so human; she was the onlyperson who he confided in. To think that she was gone...Lightingswung overhead still, casting flickering lights through the room.Other hunters were scavenging through, looking for survivors butknowing there wouldn't be any. Head aching, Dimitri walked outsideand breathed in the not-so-clean city air. His back pressed againstthe car door, cyan eyes staring blankly at the stars above. Shecouldn't be dead, she just couldn't...Nearbythe darkened alley where the trash cans were kept rattled and hemoved into a defensive position, eyes fixed with both hands readyingthe gun that sat in his holster. The shadows moved, his eyesadjusting to the lack of light and the bulking outline of a wolfencame into view. He clicked the safety off but faultered, wonderingwhy the midnight black creature wasn't attacking him.Momentspassed, his eyes watching the blue-black fur of the animal until itshifted to its human form. He noticed her eyes first, taking in thehazel eyes flecked with green and teal lined with smudged blackeyeliner. Her favourite silver party dress seemed to replace the fur,torn and revealing too much pale skin; long blue-black hair to herwaist and a single trail of blood emerged from the corner of hermouth.In herhands was the corpse of a baby, its body shredded and its face caughtin an eternal scream. Lyli gently placed the baby aside, runningtoward Dimitri with arms wide. He raised the gun an inch but when shedidn't attack he switched the safety on, shoving it in his holsterbefore flinging his arms around her. She wasn't thin as a twig,always the same curvy girl he'd first seen in that dingy old diner."Theychanged me," she sobbed into his shoulder, her soft hands clenchingaround fistfuls of his shirt. "They captured me and forced me tokill the baby. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" Dimitri moved slowly,reaching with only one hand. "I'm so, so sorry!" she continued."Asam I," he said quietly, looking down at her with sad eyes as shepulled away. She gasped, sobbing hard as he pulled the knife away,blood on its edge. They both collapsed to the ground, cradling eachother as blood spilled over the ground. "I love you," hewhispered, shutting his eyes. A single tear trailed down his cheekand he knew, in a way, they would both die.Thelast thing he felt as he bled out was the soft pressure of her lipsagainst his, the world fading to nothingness.