The Italian Wolf

by KiubbiKat

Feliciana Vargas is a small girl cursed with lycanthropy, living in Naples, Italy just trying to survive. When she comes in contact with a strong and important vampire named Ludwig Beilschmidt, what is she willing to do to get out of his grasp? This might have some lemon if im up for it, but just hope for lime until then. NO FLAMES PLEASE! GermanyXFem!Italy

3. Chapter 3

*finds the bargraph-thing that says how many people read a certain fanfiction* Da hell? holy- that many views already?! alright, I guess I'm going to have to raise the bar *thinks* um...100 views...yeah, that will give me some time. Alright, 100 views and I'll upload the next chapter. Thank you everyone who read my crappy fanfic and here's your reward! I hope I don't make your eyes bleed.

(Italy's POV)

I woke up to the sound of someone calling my name; I let out a tiny whimper as I heard the being draw closer. I tensed as I felt the person (who I think is a man now) pat my head lightly before whispering something else.

"Stay in bed Feli, ok? Wouldn't want you passing out already" he whispered with the harsh tone of a leader. I turned around to face him, giving a quick nod before pulling the covers back to see his face. He had ice blue eyes that felt like they could pierce through your soul and pale blond hair that was slicked back as far as the bangs could go. I looked up at the face of my best friend before sulking back into the covers and hoping dearly that I would disappear when I caught sight of two huge fangs poking out from over his bottom lip. He smiled a sinister smile, patted my head once again, and left the room quickly. I stayed in the bed a little longer, waiting for the slam of another door or the pounding of feet. I was rewarded when I heard the soft tap of feet and the front door giving a harsh slam before the house went quiet. I waited for another hour, hoping that I would be able to escape soon. Finally, with a burst of courage, I staggered out of bed, but felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. I gave a soft hiss of pain as the veil of black that washed over my vision receded. I quickly ran out of the room once I could stand without problem, racing downstairs and to the front door. I quickly threw the lock, racing out and into the empty street; I knew exactly where I needed to go. I finally got to the alleyway of which I lived in; I grabbed the pack resting lightly against the wall, hearing the sound of people fill the street. I sat down, watching out of it and hoping that the street would clear up soon so I could get back to the house. I stayed there, feeling my tail and ears form slowly as I sat there with the patience of a rock. Another hour had passed and the street had finally cleared of people, it was close to 3:00; the siesta time, which meant he would be home soon.

(Germany's POV)

The next morning came quickly, I didn't worry about Feliciana, and I knew that if she woke up before me that she would be too scared to even get out of her bed. I had readied breakfast for only me, leaving it on the counter for later.

"Feli?" I called softly as I opened the door. A faint whimper came from under the sheets and smiled at her fear. I walked in and stopped at the side of her bed. I patted her head lightly, before I bent down to her ear, staying silent and just listening to her harsh breathing.

"Stay in bed Feli, ok? Wouldn't want you passing out already" I whispered, with the harsh tone of a captain. The tiny head gave a quick nod, poking out a bit to look at my face, complete fear and sadness written on it. I only gave a small smile, patting her head again, before striding out of the room. I walked slowly into the kitchen, grabbing the small lunch I packed for myself and the bagel I was going to eat. With a quick turn, I raced out of the front door, locking it tightly behind me. I walked quickly down the filled cobblestone path, trying not to bump into the bodies walking next to me. With a quick turn, I raced down another alleyway and to the factory in which I worked. Racing in I got strait to work, even forgetting about the meeting I had in a few hours. I worked on making cuckoo clocks, it was the only use the factory had, but I always prided myself for when I got to stamp my name into the back of the biggest pendulum. I was the factory's top worker, getting twice as many clocks done than the average worker. But, my mind drifted back the tiny Italian who was in my house, I knew she would be fine; she was always fine when I was around, so it shouldn't be a problem with her. She knew what she was now, and I would help her with the difficult time that would come on a full moon.