Title: Vampire to Wolf

Fandom: Chronicles of Vladimir Tod

Rating: T/15+ (may end up changing later one)

Genre: Supernatural/Friendship

Summary: Life always sucked for Vladimir Tod, but now with his best friend leaving him who is he to turn to for help? Otis is gone and Nelly can't help against the evil vampire tyrant D'Ablo. Then one day he found a wolf in his backyard. Has his prays been answered?

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of this series, but I do have ownership over at least two characters that are introduced in this chapter, a wolf named Julian and his human master

Warning: there is a lot of language and violence, and there may be some missed spelled words and context within the story

Chapter One: Meeting

Which way? Which way? – thought Julian, his tongue lolling out to absorb the coolness of the air, as he tried to push forward to escape the creature. But his broken hind leg wasn't helping his momentum, and the fact that he had no idea where he was going in this damp forest didn't help much either.

His eyes swept franticly around his surroundings, checking through the darkness for the bloodsucking beast in human form, before leaping out through a near by bush, only to land right in the middle of the street. Looking over his shoulder, Julian noticed the beast glaring as saliva dripped from his fangs before he was gone, both the sight and scent of him. But Julian's train of thought was ceased when he heard a noise.

Turning his head to look down the road, Julian then noticed two bright lights heading straight for him.

Due to his broken leg, Julian had no time to move out the way, so he closed his eyes tightly and waited for what was to come. Was this the end for him? Then all he knew was darkness.

….

Snapping his head up with his eyes wide open, Julian found himself under his master's work desk, where he usually took his naps by his master Charles's feet. But Charles wasn't there. It didn't seem to surprise Julian. After all, it's been so many years since he last saw his master. Charles was… wait, was what? Why couldn't he remember?

Shaking away his confusion, he uncoiled his body, stretching his upper half as he yawned, letting his tongue loll out of his mouth. After he shook his body, ruffling his tangled, soft black coat of fur, he made his way out from under the desk and of Charles's study to the smell of beacon, roaming the house from the kitchen downstairs.

Padding his way into the kitchen, Julian was greeted with the warm smile of Charles. "Hey, boy, looks like you're up," grinned Charles as he scratched behind Julian's ear causing the black wolf's tail to happily sway behind him. "You hungry, Jules?"

Julian jumped up onto his hind legs, placing his front paws on Charles's chest, and started to sweep his tongue franticly over his master's face causing Charles to laugh. Strange though, Julian couldn't help it, but he felt as if something was off… again. But what he didn't know.

Blinking in confusion, his eyes met Charles's, who was holding a piece of beacon out for him. But Julian didn't take it like he would normally do. Instead he dropped down to all fours, suddenly realizing what was wrong. Charles was dead. He was killed, and Julian was left alone living on the street like a common stray. None of this was real.

"What's wrong? You okay, Julian?" asked Charles, his voice filled with concern. Charles crouched down in front of Julian, worry written all over his face and in his eyes.

It's not real – thought Julian, taking a few steps back. "It's not real!" he barked.

And then everything before him vanished in a blink of an eye.

….

Slamming his pillow into his face, Vlad let out another sorrow filled sigh. He just didn't know what to do anymore; school, bullies, seeing his girlfriend Meredith as food instead of as a person, Eddie being a stalker, and Henry not wanting to neither be his friend nor drudge anymore. It was just too much stress for him to be dealing with. And to top things off, D'Ablo sending those hellish nightmares every time he went to sleep.

What else could go wrong? Nelly suddenly not wanting anything to do with him anymore, either.

Tossing his pillow at the foot of his bed, Vlad sat up and was just about to lean over the edge of his bed to grab a pair of jeans on the floor when he felt something. It was different from the presence of a vampire, so he relaxed some, but not by much.

After pulling on a pair of jeans from the floor, Vlad made his way down the stairs and out the backdoor. Once he was outside, the smell of blood struck his senses hard causing his fangs to slide out of his gums. It smelled strange, though. It smelled off, but still… mouthwatering.

He then noticed the drops of blood staining the grass, creating a trail toward the bushes, and that's when he saw a long, bushy tail. Some kind of dog?

Making his way across the yard, he found the scent of the blood smelling almost like the blood wine he had back in Siberia. Crouching down to the ground, Vlad made a reach for the tail, but before he could even touch it the animal's teeth was buried deep in his hand and wrist. With shaking realization, Vlad knew what the creature was.

The large black wolf's eyes, which were the color of the morning sky, glared straight into Vlad's dark ones. What Vlad saw in the wolf's eyes made his heart squeeze. Fear. It was scared.

Trying not to wince from the pain, though he was doing a horrible job, Vlad smiled at the wolf. "Hey, big guy, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe." Vlad kept rambling on and on, trying to calm the wolf. And when he finally felt the pressure gone off his hand he sighed in relief. But soon froze when he felt the wolf's head nuzzle his injured hand before lying its head down on his lap.

Now that the wolf was no longer hiding in the bushes, Vlad noticed that its beautiful, tangled black pelt was covered in its blood and that both of its hind legs appeared to be broken. He couldn't be sure since he wasn't an animal expert nor did he know anything about wolves.

Wrapping an arm under the wolf's front legs and around its stomach, Vlad slowly stood taking the wolf with him, having its back legs hang limply below. The wolf whimpered, but otherwise didn't protest nor tried to attack Vlad. It was calm and allowed Vlad to take him inside.

The End