Hello everyone! This is a Saulbert fiction I'm writing with my girl Bailey. We're drifting away from Adommy and focusing more on this pairing because A) It's real and B) It's the most adorable couple ever and we love Sauli so much! So there's my little cheesy speech about that...

About this fic: It's kind of confusing in a way and once you get further into the story you'll understand why...I'm just saying to bear with us during it. She's Adam, and I'm Sauli. I don't think there's much else to say...Oh, and I use Goolgle Translate for Sauli's Finnish. I know sometimes it's inaccurate, but there's not much else I can do, so I apologize for that. We hope you enjoy it!

Lambski love. *heart*

A Bit of Different In My Life

Sauli's POV

I wasn't always so…wild. And by wild, I mean untrusting, adventurous, and ambiguous. My hatred for people has increased ten-fold after a couple events I was forced to experience. I use to be this sweet little kitten everyone loved and was like the "village" love (it may sound cheesy, but I speak the truth). I was the glue that bound that place together. But apparently, America is a lot different from Finland. In a significant way too.

Finland was so amazing; it was like the heart of the world. You could go there and do anything you wanted. It was free and everything was passive, luring, just stunning. Sure, it was quite cold, and there are rude civilians everywhere in the world, but Finland was mostly filled with kind people. You weren't criticized for your differences, appearance, or level in the social classes. In addition, considering I was a gay man with a dirty secret (well, it wasn't really a secret since I flaunted it like my fucking college diploma—which I never received I mind you), you would expect me to be shunned. Tossed away in the trash like yesterday's garbage. However, I was not. They embraced me and my flaws. I was passed around like a bong. In a good way of course. People loved me and I loved them. Helsinki was a place of fabulous shopping, snow, and peace. I never wanted to leave because, let's be honest, doesn't it sound like the ultimate utopia? Yea, that's what I thought. But America…It's so much more…cruel. I never knew such a place existed. And perhaps I'm judging it before I got to know it, but from what I had to go through, I have nothing nice to say about this country.

Now, trying to explain further into my life, you should probably know that Niko was my best friend. We did everything together. Two peas in a pod ever since we met. He loved me for all I was worth and I returned the feelings generously. It's not as if I had any greater feelings for him. He was straight and he knew I was gay, but that didn't falter anything, which was stunning. I mean, he enjoyed that. Niko even tried hooking me up a few times even though it didn't work…

Niko enjoyed traveling, and I relished being with him so I would join Niko on all his travels. Normally, it was around Finland itself, but he had larger plans mapped out. Naturally, I should have feared the publicity of my "problem", but I didn't care. Niko was by my side, so why the hell should I care what people think of me? I knew he would beat anyone up that made fun of me or stared too long. He was like my bodyguard.

It's not my fault I was used as chemical experiments that caused these informalities I know possess. I couldn't say I was born this way (and before you ask, I don't know Lady GaGa all that well, so please, don't ask) because I wasn't. I was just a normal boy whose parents ever so kindly sold me to a scientist when I was ten who in turn used me for experiment after experiment. Needles were dug into my skin, medicines shoved down my throat, and I was kept in a cage like an animal. For five long years. Let's just say it wasn't the best thing that ever happened to me. And I know a lot of that shit messed me up. Finally, I managed to escape when one of his experiments went terribly wrong and I gained a couple…abnormal features that allowed me to pass through his state-of-the-art security. It wasn't hard at all, actually. But leaving that place doesn't mean those memories rushed out of my head like a river; they still linger. Sometimes, I even have nightmares about them, but I try my best to suppress them. I never want to gain that kind of life again. It was too much to bear…

Anyway, back to Niko and our travels (I'm easily distracted). He wanted so badly to peruse his dream of becoming an actor in Hollywood, so we were traveling to America. Simple, right? I was going to live with him once he gained auditions and movie roles. Unfortunately, neither of us knew what kind of people were on the ship we were cruising on. They weren't pleasant to say the least and after what happened, I wished I never gone with him. Or we had at least taken a plane. I forgot to put on my hat one day and BAM. I was hoisted off the ship by two police officers and Niko was taken god only knows…I miss him. I haven't seen him in over a month and it's killing me. He used to tell me everything would get better and when he got famous, he would buy me everything I ever wanted. Nevertheless, he didn't know what I wanted was to go back to Helsinki…I loved it there. Previously said, it was a beautiful place with amazing scenery. Everything was turned upside down in America…

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"Saan väsynyt käynnissä kaikkien näiden helvetin ihmiset…" I mumbled, climbing up and tree (I can climb with ease, I'm very agile) and staying still in the bundles of leaves and branches as the men under the tree began to talk in English. I had no idea what they were saying. I only knew Finnish. I couldn't understand or speak English at all. Niko could and he was supposed to teach me but that didn't work out completely, did it?

The three men sighed and began running from where they came and I took in a deep breath, panting and shaking a little. I was running for a long time and my tongue hung out of my mouth as I took in the crisp, fresh air into my lungs, filling them. I glanced up at the sky and it was a deathly gray, the clouds angry. I whimpered, curling into a ball, my tail wrapping tightly around myself in attempts to make me warm. It was futile. I only had on a pair of tight black skinny jeans. The Americans took the rest off to observe what I truly was.

I felt the droplets of water fall from the sky and I shivered, my ear twitching and I sighed, biting my bottom lip as it began pouring, soaking me. The leaves didn't make much of a shelter and I curled into a tighter ball, my memory flashing to the days when I was in Finland for ten years after my escape…A day before I began running for a month since Niko asked me to come to Hollywood with him. It didn't help. It didn't make the rain stop. It didn't make me stop shaking. It didn't take away the bitterness. It didn't help anything.

However, I was able to sleep for a little while until I heard thunder. Fucking thunder. It was my greatest fear. All loud noises scare the shit outta me. In the lab with that douchebag scientist, I always heard noises, and now it just sent me back there. I couldn't take it. Along with the rain, I was miserable. I sneezed, licking my lips and burying my head into my arm, wanting some form of comfort.

Whimpering, I curled into a tighter ball, gnawing on my bottom lip and visibly trembling. "Se paranet...Se paranet...Se paranet..." I mumbled over and over again. It didn't soothe anything, but hearing a voice calmed my nerves just a tad.

I rocked back and forth for fuck only knows how long until the sun rose and it stopped raining. I lifted my head and uncurled from my ball, wanting the sun to dry me from my water-ridden attire. I hissed, stretching and not paying attention to the slippery branch and falling out of the tree. I sneered, falling hard on my ass and scratching at the tree, but getting no satisfaction from it.

"WHAT THE HELL?"

I heard something mumbled in the near distance and I immediately stood up, my tail puffing out in defense and ears pressing flat against my head. I was one fierce ass tiger. I even had fangs. Don't fuck with me because I was done dealing with shit. I was going to draw blood right now. But what emerged from the bushes wasn't something I expected at all. A gorgeous man, probably in his late twenties stumbled through the lush forestry and stared at me. My brilliant eyes raked his body and I noticed he was wearing tight charcoal pants with a pair of red leather boots over those. His torso was covered in a fitting gray tee and a couple necklaces graced over his chest. But what really got me was his gorgeous face. It was almost unreal. Mysterious blue eyes smudged with eyeliner and black hair sticking out in all directions. The stranger's lips were plump and kissable. But I shook my head from these thoughts. He was probably just a bastard.

His eyes widened and he looked me up and down, his face written in awe. I didn't know what he was thinking and personally, I wasn't sure if I should be scared or be prepared to kick his ass if I need to. I growled, backing against the tree, baring my fangs at him.

"Ssh, it's okay…Are you lost or something?" he asked with a small smile. I didn't know what he said but he seemed so…genuine. But I didn't know if he was a bad man or what, so I couldn't risk it. As much as his beauty intrigued me, I couldn't risk anything.

"Jätä minut rauhaan," I hissed, but the look that crossed his face made me think he probably didn't know Finnish, just as I didn't know English. He approached me in the endeavor to get me closer, but I pressed myself closer to the tree. He smiled, reaching his hand out. I noted it he had black nail polish on his fingernails.

"Adam," he simply said and with his hand that wasn't outstretched, he pointed to himself. "Adam," he repeated. His voice trailed into my ears, making them twitch with pleasure. I rolled my eyes at my body's reaction and a hiss erupted in my chest.

My blue eyes stared at him intently and I leaned forward to his outstretched hand with a smirk and an impish expression. I opened my mouth and bit his wrist. Hard. And with my fangs, it was probably going to leave a mark. I could taste some of his blood, but I wasn't a vampire, so it didn't satisfy me. Even though I loved raw meat. Cow meat. Not human meat.

He yelped, pulling his hand back and glaring at me, but it only lasted for a couple second before he sighed, pointing to himself again. "Adam." Fuck, he just won't stop.

My eyes widened and I stared at him. Why the hell didn't he go away? Normally, people that see a man with tiger ears and tail, fangs and he's half-naked, they would run away. Not to mention the further oddness of him biting you and being rude. This guy is still staying? What's up with him?

With another amazing smile, he approached me all the way pointing to himself again. "Adam." I assumed that was his name. It sounded simply amazing and I was enticed by this man.

I looked at the ground then glanced back up at him. "Adumb." He grinned and nodded, reaching down and taking my hand within his, looking back at me. I didn't like the physical contact so I ripped my hand from his grasp and jumped away, sitting on the ground much like a cat would do. People touching me wasn't my forte, so please, don't be offended. He glanced down, raising a thick black eyebrow, following where I was and stood above me. He was quite tall compared to me and it made me feel miniscule, but I had a feeling he wouldn't use it against me.

"Adumb…" I murmured, scratching at his pants and leaning in, nibbling on the fabric. They were tighter than mine were and I felt his leg. He giggled, squatting down in front of me and I titled my head to the side, my ear twitching. Both my ears were completely orange with black stripes and the same goes for my tail. My blond hair contrasted nicely with it, I thought, but I wouldn't know.

"Adumb." I whispered and his smile grew. I leaned in, nipping at his shirt and tugging on it and gnawing. I felt my spit, seep into his shirt, but he didn't care. I felt his fingertips brush against my arm, and I shuddered, practically eating his shirt. It tasted good.

He laughed, "Don't eat it, love," he said, pulling it from my teeth and I saw I made a hole in it. He smiled tenderly at me, standing up and walking away from me. I frowned, staying in my spot until he turned around and made a noise. It was kind of like a tsk, tsk, tsk noise, but I felt attracted to it. I jumped up and pranced after him. He smiled and continued walking. I felt my heart hammer and I reached him, clinging onto his shirt and biting on his arm as we walked. He didn't seem to mind.

Adumb seemed different.