Beyond Our Knowledge
Chapter 3: The Deal

Lovino had never done this in his entire life. He looked down for what probably was the millionth time. The grassy ground reminding him one slip could equal a ten foot drop and a broken arm. His fingers gripping the cracks between the bricks on the side of the house, he took another step and then another. After what seemed like eternity he reached the ground. Catching his breath, he looked at Antonio's Inn once more, he wanted to stay, but he wanted to find is brother more. He wiped sweat from his brow and then ran off towards the main road, were he walked.

Cars would pass him, honking at him or offering him a ride home, of course he always declined the offers. It was about two hours and midnight before he reached his destination. He stood at the cross roads of a country road with a lonesome, abandoned gas station to the east. He took a unstable breath as he took his back pack off and took out a cold tin box. Lovino got on his knees and dug a hole in the ground; getting dirt in his finger nails. He warily placed the tin box inside the hole and packed dirt over it, filling the hole.

"You called?" a voice with a thick Russian accent said from behind. Startled, Lovino got up and turned around. Standing in front of him was a pale man with light blonde hair and intense violet eyes. He wore a cream colored scarf around his neck and a black trench-coat. He looked innocent but dangerous- like he was trying to hide something.

"Uhhhh... I came to make a deal..." the Italian was looking for the right words- one slip up and he could be dead or worst. The Russian hummed, asking for what. "I'm looking for my brother- Feliciano...I understand he ran off with werewolves?"

"Ah, I heard about that. Lot of gossip about that...I can locate your brother and get you to him for a price..."

"I know about the ten-years deal...but I don't want that..."

"Oh comrade, I wouldn't wish that upon you either...I have bigger plans for you,"

Curious, Lovino asked, "W-what plans?"

"Oh, you'll see. But you will not die, do not worry. So, deal?" he enticed smiling.

Lovino paused, thinking about it over in his head, "..deal..."

Shocking Lovino, the Russian grabbed him and kissed him, after breaking off he whispered in the young man's ear, "The deal is in set..."


The shape-shifter ran out of the pub, looking around his eyes gleaming gold. He ran to the back of the house and climbed up the wall in lighting speed. He grunted as he hauled himself into the small room. After glancing around he sat down on a twin bed. Where is that kid? he looked around the small room a glare etching on his face. He felt the bed slope down ward as if it was concaving in on itself. What the hell? He got up and looked down at the bed, lifting up the sheets slightly the bed was hollow. The mattress cut out in the center, a rectangular flap covering something, he lifted the flap to reveal a giant, thick book.

He touched it slightly feeling the bed creak. He slipped his hands under the book, lifting it. The bed made one final groan and concaved. The man swore but held the book close as he looked around. Walking back towards the window he decided he'd track the boy down another time. He hopped down to the ground and ran off into the night.

They said he was probably going to die. James refused to believe this, not his brother, not Alex. James sat in a cushioned seat next to Alex's bed. This was his fault. If he was more alert and wasn't knocked out he'd be able to beat up that man before he laid a hand on Alex. What bothered him the most was he let that man go, he had no time to shoot him or beat him or anything. So, right now he was out there walking free and possibly doing what he did to Alex to other people.

His fingers curled around the cross that hung from his neck. He looked out the window and sighed. Are you there God? It's me James Jones. I know I haven't been "good" recently but if you just save Alex- I'll be good for a whole year I swear! I won't scare little children away anymore! Please! Anything? He's about my only real family left! James swallowed, it felt like gravel was going down his throat. He looked back at the screen. The green line making tiny mountains and slow beeps. He even watched it as it trickled down to a few mountains per minute. Until the mountains turned to flat coast line.

Alex Jones died on April 18, 2013 at 10:57 a.m.


Lovino sat next to the Russian in a small Honda Civic. The radio jammed out some country music that the demon had turned on was at a muffled volume so the air could still be filled with awkward silence.

"So...he's in Maryland?" Lovino asked trying to make a conversation.

The demon nodded and smiled slightly, "yes, he's near D.C..." he paused, wondering if he should reveal more information, instead he changed the topic, he turned the car into a gas station, "Want anything to drink? Need to release any fluids?" he asked as he stepped out of the small vehicle.

Lovino followed in suit, taking a few dollars from his pocket, "no...I'm just gonna buy myself some candy..."

He then left the demon to fill the car with gas. Lovino walked into the dirty gas station, he walked down a few isles until he reached the candy isle. He scanned the array of bars, he picked up a pay-day reading the bar's nutritional information and feeling the inside with his fingers. He turned to pay and bumped into a tall woman with a sharp nose and long blonde hair. She would look beautiful if she didn't have a twisted expression glued onto her face.

She reminded him suspiciously of Ivan... "Do I know you...?" he asked holding his hands protectively in front of him.

She grunted, her eyes turning pure black. Oh...she's a fucking demon...he then screamed he dropped his candy bar and ran out of the small building over to Ivan who was still pumping gas.

"What's your problem?" he asked as the Italian hid behind Ivan as if he could hide him from the scary woman. He looked up and he himself turned paler than he already was. He shooed Lovino into the car and quickly took the pump out of the car and got into the driver's seat faster than Lovino thought possible.

"Ivan!" she screamed running over to the car door trying to yank on the handle to open it.

"Hi, Natalya, nice to see you but I'm late for work..bye!" he quickly said as he put the car in reverse and drove out as if the devil was on his heels.

After they were clear of her and the gas station Lovino thought it was safe to ask, "what the fuck? You knew her."

The Russian man shook his head, "Nothing to worry about... she and I don't see everything the same...our interests conflict..." Then to prevent Lovino from asking any further questions he turned up the volume of the radio where a stoic man was talking about the housing market. The Italian made a Grinch-like expression at Ivan, but the Russian ignored it and kept driving.


Ludwig ran as fast as he could. His feet skidded on the surface as he tried to find a place to hide. The hunter was ruthless in his hunt for the German. He was suddenly snatched and dragged behind a dumpster. His older brother- Gilbert was holding him covering his mouth.

The sound of footsteps seemed to echo around the small alley way. "Where are you?" the hunter muttered darkly. The two huddled against the dumpster trying to blend in and not make a single sound. The man's black leather boots stopped near the dumpster, he butted the rifle against the dumpster, expecting Ludwig to jump out and reveal himself. "You can't hide all day." He then banged the rifle's butt along the surface hoping to see any movement. He sighed and walked further down the alley way looking around. Ludwig and Gilbert took the chance and ran out from behind the dumpster and made head way out of the alley. "Vash!" a young girl's voice yelled out as the two German ran past her towards freedom.

"Lilly your suppose to stay in the car!" he scoffed as he ran over chasing the werewolves. It was a funny site to see and if their lives weren't endanger Gilbert would definitely be laughing. To see two grown men- one of which was muscular and tall and the other pretty solid as well being chased by a blonde man who needs a haircut and to get rid of the beret and a young girl in a pink dress carrying a rifle? Priceless.

The two Germans ran up the iron wrought stairs of an apartment building with the other two close behind occasionally firing at them- but luckily missing each time. Once the stairs ended they hopped into an open window of an apartment.

In the apartment sat a young women knitting and a little girl playing with a doll. Of course, the women screamed bloody Mary and the girl waved her arms up in down yelling "puppies!" as the two full grown men made haste to the door- there furry ears and tails along with their sharp fangs apparent.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Gilbert cursed as they ran down the hall looking for their apartment to hide in. Now, Vash and Lilly where a few yards behind- just the right length to lose them, Ludwig thought. They reached Apartment Number: 107 and opened the door, running into the broom closet to hide. Feliciano looked up from his painting and immediately placed his brush down and closed the door. He looked around and sighed. Roderich must be hiding too he thought. After a few minutes he heard a loud abrupt knock at his door.

The young Italian walked over and opened the door, "Hello~ Can I help you?" He sing songed out.

There was an intimidating blonde haired man with his hair going all the way down to his cheeks. He had an intense look on his face and a beret that sat lopsided. Next to him stood a young girl with a similar haircut to her- brother (?) and a pink dress, she held a rifle. Which made Feliciano's eyes widen.

"Did two men run in here- they would have, um, ears and tail. One's an albino the other is tall and has blonde hair and blue eyes..." the Swiss man awkwardly got out.

"Hmm...Sorry sir I didn't see any one today- who fits that description...v-ve~" he got out, panic starting to fill him.

"Are you sure?" The blonde man took a step closer and he seemed to be studying Feliciano.

"Yes I am! Oh w-what's that sound? Ring Ring! That's my p-phone!" Feliciano was panicking he quickly tried to close the door to be stopped by the other man's foot.

"Can we look around your apartment- sir?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"N-no sorry!" he kept yelling over and over again in his high-pitched voice as he pushed Vash away and closed the door. After he slammed it closed he locked it- twice and then slid down and buried his head in his hands.

After about twenty minutes the German brothers got out of the closet. Another man, with black slicked back hair and a mole on his face came from one of the bedrooms. "We were almost discovered," he stated as he adjusted the collar of his shirt. All three of the men were growing furrier and furrier by the minute.

"You did well, Feliciano. You kept your cool...for a while there," Ludwig offered with an awkward smile.

"We might need to keep it low- I bet that hunter is going to stick around," Gilbert muttered as he rubbed the back of his head.

I did change it- in the previous chapter it was stated Feliciano ran off with 'vampires' but no he ran off with werewolves. (I thought it fit them more, sorry!) Speaking of Germany I have an ask blog for him on Tumblr ;D It's called askwestgermany so check it out! Also, if you want to message me some more I have a skype (zeropain54) just state your username beforehand. Hope you liked this chapter! Please tell me what you liked and your predictions! As well as who else you think should be in the story and as what (It might give me ideas!)