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Chapter 1: Beautiful Monsters
Smog fills the air and night has fallen, allowing for darkness to take over. A girl of the in between, not yet having the elegance of woman, but lost the innocence of child a long time ago flits through the streets of London, seen to most only as silhouette during when the moon is out. Only the strong willed bravely wander outside without the comfort of the sun, the girl with ebony hair and skin a ghostly pallor one of them. Men who are able to spot her, having little conscience, stare at her hungrily. She pays little heed however, seeming to be in a rush.
One man, balding with a portly figure follows her, and as she turns the corner and he prepares to pounce, a hand grabs at his shirt, pulling him into the alleyway. He is met face to face with the girl and as her mouth inches toward him, he smiles thinking an affair will happen. Instead, he's met with her teeth digging into his neck, allowing the blood to ooze out, a waterfall of liquid rubies.
"My, my Celeste," A voice calls out in the night, "I had no idea you could be so instinctive. In fact if it weren't for the fact you would kill me me for it, I might be tempted to kiss you right now."
Celeste paused, turning to face the young werewolf, eyes narrowing. "What do you want Fenrir," she drawled, "I'm busy at the moment."
She watched as the newly adult man walk out of the shadows, his ash brown hair and face hardened with scars causing Celeste to wrinkle her nose. It was evident he had been in another fight with one of his pack recently, due to the dried blood on his clothes and heavy breath.
"You've heard of Lupin's proposal to the ministry,correct," Fenrir began,and at the nod of the vampire continued, "well as of today it will go into effect. No longer are we able to kill a human, nor are we allowed to have a wand. Anyone seen doing such activities will be instantly killed."
Celeste looked down at her recent prey, taking out a small knife. She showed no hesitation as swiped the head off the neck, destroying any evidence of her bite she left on the man.
She met her gaze with Fenrir, and saw the seething anger within his eyes, along with a thirst for human blood, probably John Lupin's, the wizard whose idealogy caused dark creatures to be considered something less than wizards and witches.
It would only be a matter of time before the laws said dark creatures could be killed for no reason at all. She knew that, and it was obvious Fenrir knew so as well. Both knew of the darkness and arrogance that most wizards and witches had deep within their souls, seen only in glimpses through their actions.
"Don't do something stupid Greyback," the vampire warned, calling Fenrir by his last name, "if it's traced back to you it will only be a matter of time before the pack falls due to Walter's leniency.
Walter was the name of alpha to which Greyback belonged to, strong but easily swayed by the ministry's actions, and with such an attitude both Fenrir and Celeste knew what would happen to the pack if Fenrir wasn't there to keep it in line as the young beta, the second in command.
"We'll soon be nothing more or less than monsters if we do nothing Celeste," Fenrir spoke gravely, showing anger, and for the first time since Celeste had first met the werewolf, fear, "Beautiful monsters."
Celeste frowned at the last comment, but Fenrir seemed to the kind of man whose words had a different meaning than the norm, and staring into the night, he walked away, with purpose.
-PC-
Remus stared out the window, letting his gaze wander towards the moon, full, shining brightly in the night. He tried to ignore the yelling of his parents from downstairs. Recently at the Lupin household consisted of awkward conversation during the day, while at night when Remus was presumed to be asleep had arguments easily heard in the Victorian home.
With that Remus felt his feet move at its own will out into the family's yard, the fast pace of the wind able to block out any sort of yelling within the house. The moon, ever since Remus had known been a place where Remus could escape, the shadows of the night making him feel as if he we a part of something bigger, not alone in his own home.
Being an only child, and the son of a powerful wizard, known for his part in the ministry, causing much controversy not only around the world but in Remus's home as well. The details were only acknowledged, never explained and Remus felt more like a nuisance than a loved son because of it.
The neighborhood consisted of muggles on both sides, miles apart from them due to all the acres John Lupin owned. Either way, it allowed Remus Lupin the alone time he desperately needed, especially considered they had passed his father's proposal mere days ago, although what is actually consisted of was far beyond Remus' understanding, after all the boy was only 8 years old.
However, his lack of knowledge didn't change his name, Lupin. At least that was the reasoning Fenrir Greyback used as he sprinted to where the Lupin's lived. His desire for vengeance with the full moon's curse shining in the night allowed the young fiery werewolf to easily spot his prey... Remus Lupin. Anger clouded with a thirst for human blood allowed his mind to not see fully what was in front of him, a child. A Lupin, yes, but still a child.
Remus laid on his back, looking up at the stars, a multitude of little bright lights surrounding the blackened sky, and all he could hear was the rustling of the wind. He gripped a wooden wand, having taken it out with him. Although the boy knew no spells, he felt if the circumstances were right, he would be able to protect himself with the small stick he had found in Diagon Alley mere days ago.
A rustling behind him though caused the young wizards to look out into the darkness, feeling a pair of eyes watching him. As the wind died down though, he was met with silence, eerie, but no manmade sound. Still, Remus clutched the wand, ingrained with odd designs not seen before, at least not by the Lupin himself.
Remus pointed to where the previous noise was made, but a only a moment later a growl could be heard on the other side of Remus. With that, it was too late when the werewolf pounced on the small boy. Remus let out a scream into the silent night, inching away from the wolf, wand pointed right at Fenrir in his beastly form.
"REMUS!" he heard his mother shriek by the house. The young Lupin didn't dare look away from the wolf in front of him, large, twice Remus' size, matted ashy fur caked with blood from the wolf's previous attacks made earlier in the night.
The monster let out a howl, unknowingly to the Lupin's calling out help from Celeste, who was ready to head to work. Hearing the wolf's howl, she evaporated into the shadows and apparated only feet from the battle scene waiting to happen. John Lupin ran out of the house, wand at the ready, pointing right at Fenrir. Mrs. Lupin headed towards a small boy, cowering under the beast's gaze.
Sensing her presence, the wolf locked eyes with her. Without any warning, he turned and faced his enemy head on. A crack in the air could be heard, and Celeste realized it was a wand breaking. Fenrir tore apart the torso of John Lupin, wand broken on both sides of Fenrir. The wizard struggled to get out of the embrace, but to no avail.
Remus bounded away from his home, heart racing and his mind screamed-run! Mrs Lupin followed suit, wand pointed at Fenrir. Before she realized what she was doing, Celeste silently went for the other woman's head, and with little hesitation, separated the head from the body. Mrs. Lupin didn't even have a moment to react before death took her, blood surrounding her body.
Celeste barely noticed Remus running away until Fenrir leaped over the dead woman, biting onto Remus in mid air. Both wolf and boy fell to the ground, Fenrir's incisors hanging tightly onto the last remaining Lupin.
The vampire didn't even know what she was doing until Fenrir was thrown ten feet up in the air, his grip on Remus lost. Dazed, the wolf looked at Celeste, then down at the boy, twitching on the ground, covered in a red substance, the blood of many victims, including the boy's own father.
Fenrir's eyes seemed to smile as he limped slowly away from the remaining living, giving his friend what she had wanted all her life, a payment for her instinctive help.
Her own child.