A/N: Hello guys, it's me again. This time with a new story called 'The Morning After'. This story is kind of 'connected' to the story 'Into Darkness' from the lovely iLOVEFenrir. So for better understanding, I'd suggest you'll have a look at her story. You don't need to, of course, it's just better to understand some of the relations between the characters then.
Disclaimer: Nothing, apart from my OC, belongs to me. Venator belongs to iLOVEFenrir and the rest to the amazing J.K. Rowling, who gave such a great story as Harry Potter!
Chapter One:
"Gimme som'more o'vat!" a very drunk Fenrir Greyback said loudly to his Alpha Venator who replied with:"Naah, it's mine!" and a crooked grin on his rugged face.
They were out tonight, away from the pack, drinking and having fun in a local pub. Greyback had already set his sights on one of the barmaids; a tall, blonde one. She was very slim and a little above the age of what he liked girls to be. But at the moment it didn't matter to him much, his main concern consisted simply of fucking something feminine.
"Damn, she's fit..." he babbled to Venator who just nodded and stood up.
"D'you know what? I ain't sittin' 'ere all fucking night - le's goo...!" And with that he merely stumbled outside, hitting one or two other men on his way. Greyback immediately followed, Venator was damn well his Alpha, his word was law, even if his words weren't completely coherent...
They walked down an old, damaged street. It was already dark and cold outside and as they turned right into a dark alley, Greyback felt shivers of cold run down his spine. "Where're ya goin'?" He shouted after Venator who was walking faster and faster, deep into the depths of the darkness filling the small street.
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They walked over 20 minutes until they finally stopped. "Now ma frien', we gonn' let us tell our future!", Venator slurred, before he ripped back the velvet sheets which were covering the room, 'a poor substitute as a door', he thought absentmindedly.
"Hello, Gentlemen," a decrepit old woman hunched over a small round table greeted room, disdain across her features.
"Aaaaaalriiight, love." Greyback said loudly, pushing past Venator and plonking himself down on one of the spindly chairs beside her. It collapsed under his weight and he was left sitting on the floor. The old woman knew best as to start an argument over the chair so she offered him a sturdier one over in the corner. Greyback gratefully accepted and went over to there. Venator sat down more carefully next to her.
"Where are we?" Greyback mumbled, his hand still clasped around the bottle of alcohol.
Venator sighed in annoyance, and then frowned. He leant forward, "Where are we?" He whispered to the old woman.
"I am a fortune teller," she said lowly, "I can tell you a great many things about your future, only one galleon each."
"One galleon, eh? Go on then." Venator threw one into her lap and she tucked it into a side satchel.
She then leaned over the crystal ball and waved her hands over the top and murmured incomprehensible things, which sounded like a song. "You're in grave danger to find your most precious, yet lost thing... -", the lady begun but was interrupted by an annoyed Venator.
"Say what?! I'm inn dangeeer t'find ma moss precious thing...?! But tha's a good thing, isn'it?"
At that Greyback burst out laughing and fell down from his new chair. Almost crying of laughter he rolled around on the dirty floor. Venator only smirked stupidly and then turned back to the woman. "Wha' kind of 'thing'?"
"You have a daughter", the woman replied.
Greyback was just about to stand up again but stopped where he was. Venator looked like he had just been punched straight in the face. Suddenly they both burst out laughing and collapsed onto the floor, their bodies shaking with fits of giggles. The woman now became a little angry and searched a case under her table. She then seemed to have found what she was looking for and walked over to Venator to show him. It was a photo of a girl. She had long bright-brown hair, shiny green eyes and from what Venator could see, prominent canines. He grabbed the photo and went outside, mumbling a 'Good bye' to the lady. Greyback was still wriggling on the ground and didn't get what was going on around him.
After 2 more minutes he suddenly noticed that Venator was gone and quickly ran outside. But for his very drunk brain it was too fast and as the fresh air suddenly hit his body, he had to vomit.
Whilst wondering about the whereabouts of his Alpha, he suddenly heard his name being called from down the street. He stood up quickly and followed Venator.
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Venator awoke groggily the next morning. He had a bad head ache and couldn't remember anything concerning the previous night. Neither did Greyback. Both were suffering from the infamous hangover and the only memory, or better evidence that the last night even existed, was a photo of a brown-haired girl.
Greyback took it and looked at it. "Who's that?" But Venator only stared at the back of the photo. "Hey, there's something written on the back! Turn it around", he ordered. Greyback turned it around but he couldn't see anything. So he handed it over to Venator.
"There's nothing. Are you still drunk?" He said with a slight smirk on his face. Venator only sighed in annoyance and read the letters that were written on the backside of the photo: Your most precious thing.
"So, what's written on it, eh?" Greyback asked. "Is it a girl you fucked last night and she wants to see you again?" He chuckled and received a deadly glare.
"I dunno." Venator answered, he then groaned. His head was killing him.
"Well, whoever she is," Greyback snatched the photo from his grasp, "I'm having her." Venator thought about rising to show him who's boss but he had no interest in the girl, Greyback could have her if he wanted.
"Don't make too much of a mess." Venator added, musing over her pointed teeth. Greyback grinned and walked off. "Hey, what're ya doin'?" Venator shouted after him. "I'm goin' after this girl on the photo!" Greyback replied simply. He then took off, followed closely by Venator, whose head ache was becoming worse with every second passing.
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It was very mild outside and there was almost no wind blowing. Abigail walked along the small pavement to meet her friends. She only had to take two more streets and then she was no longer alone in the darkness. Right now she wished she hadn't forgotten her jacket at home. She shivered, her senses drove her crazy. There was this smell, that wouldn't disappear from the inside of her nose, and this nervousness, that wouldn't leave her alone. She jumped whenever she heard a twig snap. She could already hear the laughter from her friends waiting for her and she hurried up. "Heeeey Abigail!" her friend David called over to her. Now, she felt safe with her friends around her. But she didn't know the beast was waiting for her to walk home alone...
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They had been looking for her for nearly three days and they had finally found her. She walked alone along the lonely street in the darkness. They know she felt them but she was foolish; she didn't call for anyone to come over to her. They could have taken her easily but Venator wanted to wait. 'Bloody head ache. Blurs his fuckin' brain...' Greyback thought annoyed.
For four hours they have been waiting now until she finally quit the club. She said good-bye to her friends and walked off home. Alone.
"Why have you come with me?" Greyback whispered.
"Well, I want to know what's with this girl. Why I had this photo at mine, you know?" He just nodded and then went over silently to the girl. He followed her a few meters until she finally glanced back, and noticing his presence, walked faster, almost at a running pace. Venator grinned. As if she'd have a chance against a mature werewolf! He thought. Greyback fastened his pace a little but had no difficulties in keeping up with her in his much larger strides.
Venator made his way through the bushes aside the street and soon got ahead of the two. He crossed the street in stood positioned himself in front of the girl, who ran straight into him.
He grinned. "Hello, girly..."
A/N: So this it! Please tell me, what you think of it! Reviews are ALWAYS welcome!
And a big thank you to iLOVEFenrir, who really helped me with the story and gave me the lovely Venator to play with ;)
