Beyond Our Knowledge

Chapter 1: Alfred's werewolf and Antonio's Pub

"Fuck" Alfred hissed as he ran through the corn felid the vegetable's rough leaves grazing him as he sprinted down the rows. It was gaining. Gaining on him fast. He skidded to a halt quickly cocked his gun and- bam!

His gun clattered to the dusty ground about five yards from reach. Alfred fell to the ground blood trickling down his arm, he stumbled to a crouching position facing the beast. The werewolf growled and lifted its arm slapping Alfred in the face and sending him a few yards away he made an inhuman sound as he flip flopped to the ground laying face forward. He tried to lift himself but his efforts where stopped as the werewolf stepped on his back. Screams emitted from the young blonde as the werewolf applied pressure. The fresh tang of blood filled Alfred's mouth, the teen gripped the dirt with his hands as if it'd ease the pain.

"Now where's your little friend?" the man-dog hybrid hissed in his ear.

"Like hell I'd tell you." he managed to get out.

"Are you sure? It'd be a shame if your lungs were ripped out," the were-man growled in his ears opening his mouth revealing rows of sharp- dangerous- teeth. Alfred gulped and squeezed his eyes shut, there was no way he would give out any information. But as he was preparing himself for his own doom, the weight was lifted off of him with a disgruntled yelp from the hairy man then a loud, clear, crisp shot was heard.

Alfred slowly opened up his eyes, everything blurred by tears. "M-mattie?" he whispered, as his brother through the riffle over his shoulder and ran over to the other.

He extended a hand to help him up, "You ok, Al?" he asked looking at his brother, concerned.

"Yeah...thanks," he grabbed the extended hand and stumbled up rubbing his face. "What did Arthur do to piss everyone off?"

"God knows what." Matthew scoffed as he looked around his surroundings. "We best leave before that farmer comes inspecting the felids..." Alfred nodded and the two headed to the run down pick up they called their car.

Matthew hopped into the driver's seat and threw the gun in the back swiping the keys from his jacket pocket and started the engine. "Why do werewolves always have to die by silver bullets? why not arrows? I'm way better with a crossbow."

"I don't know- that's just how it works?" Alfred shrugged as he grabbed the first aid kit from under his feet and began to mend his wounds, "I honestly prefer guns."

Matthew shrugged and turned on the radio as he pulled out. "Fifth monster this week," he muttered, "and still no news of Arthur- or what he did."

"We got some news- remember?"

"yeah, but that was from Alex and James. Alex and James!"

"So? anyways, James said they were hunting a demon last week, and the demon mentioned something about a crossroads and a Kirkland."

"That can mean anything!"

Alfred just sighed and turned up the radio finishing his bandages. After a few hours of driving, Matthew pulled into 'Antonio's Pub and Inn' a common place hunters gather and stay. The two got out and walked into the smokey pub where many hunters sat and chattered away while they had a smoke. Matthew scanned the area looking for Antonio himself.

"Yo, Antonio!" Alfred waved and he and Matthew walked over to where the Spaniard sat, sipping his wine.

"iHola! How's it going my friends?" he said with a smile- "the werewolf cause you any problems?"

Matthew smiled, "It's going fine-" he was interupted by a young blonde girl in a romper walking over.

"Hey boys- heard anything about eyebrows yet?" she smiled playfully as she took Antonio's wine and took a few sips before he claimed it again.

"Hi Anri, and no news yet, only news we heard was from Alex and James- speaking of which, have you seen them since last week?" Matthew asked as Alfred got up to order a diet coke for Matthew and a cherry coke for himself.

Antonio leaned back in his chair, clicking his tongue, "No, haven't seen those two since they went on a hunting trip last week- off to hunt accounts of a suppose demon out in Missouri. Why worried about them, Mattie? Thought you didn't like them."

"I don't, they are , lying scumbags- but Alfred believes they can find out more information about Arthur..and well, I'd like to find him, he caused a huge ruckus with all those monsters, and I'd like to know why." Matthew muttered quietly, looking around a tad paranoid that James may suddenly appear and beat him up.

"I'm sure whatever Arthur did isn't all that bad!" Bella smiled and gave two thumbs up to Matthew as if to reassure him. Alfred walked back in carrying the two bottles of soda and sat on a stool.

"So, where's Lovino? Shouldn't he be here?" Alfred asked looking around for the young Italian. Antonio shrugged, "he was here a little while ago, maybe he went off to bed, he's been acting strange lately." Alfred nodded and sipped at his soda.

The twins decided later that night to go in early after some hunters got drunk and challenged Antonio to a wrestling match. Antonio was pretty strong and anyone with a brain would stay out of his way when he was fighting. They walked up the small flight of stairs to the second level and walked into one of the small rooms, which has two cots on each wall.

Alfred sat his back pack down and placed his rifle by his bed, he wrestled off his bomber jacket and unbuttoned his plaid shirt throwing it to the ground as he put a "Sandra's Diner and Car Stop" T-shirt. He glanced at Matthew who was reinforcing the salt on the window sill. Alfred sighed and took of his pants getting under the warm quilt that lay a top the cot. Matt sat on his own bed after his task was done and prepared for sleep himself.

"How's your wounds...?" Matt asked carefully, Alfred hated talking about such things, but it happened so often and Matthew just wanted to make sure he was ok.

"They're fine, got them bandaged and everything."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, don't worry about it, 'Night."

"Good night," Matthew sighed and he turned on his side to cuddle in the sheets.

Antonio slammed the man into the wall kneeing him into the jaw. This man was definitely no human. The man growled at him, and being taller and much more stocker like a wall, he grabbed Antonio by the shoulders and threw him towards the bar. Antonio fell between two stools, knocking a few bottles down. A bunch at the men at the bar got up and stood out of the way, hooting and hollering, obviously not knowing what was really going on. Antonio quickly stumbled up and grabbed a bottle breaking it on the counter, the beer oozing on his hand as he held up the jagged end to the man.

"Leave my pub! Before I do something you'll regret!" he said through clenched teeth. The man rolled his eyes and charged at Antonio grabbing a hold of his waist as he jabbed the jagged end into the man's chest. The man yelped and spun the Spaniard around throwing him to the opposing wall.

Antonio quickly turned around, but by that time the man was nowhere to be seen.

"Shapeshifter..." the word was mumbled around. How'd it get in? It was impossible or at the the least very hard to get into a hunter's hide out. In any event it gave Antonio an unsettling feeling in his stomach, like something else was up, like something's not right, or maybe that someone is in danger? " "Lovino." he whispered. He needed to find the teen, he begun to worry for him. "Antonio are you ok?" Anri asked as she ran over.

"I am fine...but where's Lovino?"

Hope you like it! If people like this I'll update it more often! Please review! I'm sorry for my terrible writing skills when it comes to fights, but oh well. I don't know if I'll add pairings yet (depends if I can fit it smoothly or not, also stay tuned cause I will introduce Russia/France/Germany/North Italy/Prussia soon! Also Anri IS Belgium

Please tell me if my characters are off (like ooc) and I will do my best to fix it