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"Gerrof."Fenrir snarled to the man, taking a step closer to him, claws out and ready to rip anything that's in the way of him and his pup. Instead of complying like a normal sane human would, the doctor looked him straight in the eye and stuck his tongue out to the most dangerous wolf in Britain.
"Down boy." He replied breathlessly, giving Fenrir a saucy wink, which does not only bewildered the man, but also effectively scared the crap out of him. Maybe it's because his sire used to give him he odd wink here and there while beating the crap out of him for no apparent reason. "I'm doing so you will become stronger Fenrir" He shivered as he remembered the words of his wise sire. Complete with the wink of course. So pardon the werewolf if the wink brought back some disturbing memories to him. If Batman can have childhood traumas, then why the hell can't Fenrir be freaked out by winks?
"Uhhh… Lucas? Fenrir?" Remus pulled out from the doctor's arms, looking both at the alpha and his doctor, both has steely eyes that just screamed murder. "You guys looked scary." Remus mumbled, pulling away from the doctor, his brown eyes never met the alpha's gray ones. It was a sign of submission. But of all of that, it's a sign of fear.
"Oh my! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you Rem-Rem." The doctor said, ruffling the boy's hair slightly and tickling him, making the boy giggle furiously. Fenrir doesn't like that. Not at all.
"Well, ready for your examination?" Lucas clapped and rubbed his hand together like and excited child. "Yes!" The boy answered just as enthusiastically. He acted like the happy little six year old that he should've been. Why? Fenrir never saw him this… happy. Not even when he's with him. The thought just depressed the alpha. Damn, now he just feels emo.
Fenrir could do nothing but watch silently as the doctor prodded his little pretty with a stethoscope, looking up once a while to meet his eyes with a withering gaze that last only for a second. He knew that in those fleeting looks there was always mock and pity in the doctor's blue eyes.
Pity? Pfft. Fenrir Greyback need's no one's pity..
Although his soul craved for mayhem, he know that deep down inside when he come down and lunged at him, the doctor would easily sidestepped him. He knows about their kind. The doctor doesn't smell like those stuck up pansies who smelt like they have been marinated in anesthetics for Sunday barbecue. No, the man smelt like death, like blood. Like a trained killer.
Like him.
"So, is that your uncle Rem-rem?" Lucas the doctor whispered to his pup conspirationaly. A whisper, which of course, Fenrir had caught with ease. Remus giggled at the nickname the doctor called him. The happiness was still there, as real as the illness that befall the boy. "No, Fenrir's is my friend. I think." He said uncertainly. "But I just did something that made him mad, I don't know if he is still…" He whispered to the doctor, who raised his eyebrow both at the sick boy and the fuming werewolf.
"Well he does look mad." Lucas mussed out loud. Remus face fell down; sadness fell over his eyes like a plague of locust in Egypt. Fenrir saw that that. How could've he missed it? His heart break like a beaker that slipped though a careless hand when he caught the flickering of those brown eyes. Shattered. Gone. The only place it belongs is the trashcan. The only place that he belongs in is the dumpster. Trash like him should burn like the unwanted waste he is. Trash like him
If only the Doctor was gone, Fenrir would've latched onto the boy and held him close, sputtering apologies and muttering sweet nothings to his ear. He would make up with the boy, and little Remmy will forget about Lucas, or his father, or his Lukemia. They would just sit there with a silly smile on their faces and Fenrir would kiss his bruise away, like mothers who kiss their children's boo-boo, stopping their tears and bringing back smiles. Treating him like a proper king, oh yes he would, giving the boy more that he could ever wanted. Then Remus would be the happiest boy in the world.
That is, of course, until he snap at him again and do more than bruise his arm. Fenrir gritted his teeth and turned to leave. The thought of him not being able to protect the pup brought down the bitter wave of reality upon him. How can he protect the boy from danger when he cant even protect him from himself. He's the monster, the biggest threat for the beautiful boy, and the worst thing that could happen is him loving the boy. Which he already did.
"Wait!" Fenrir closed his eyes, his face screwed shut as if he had his wound dipped in salt water. "Yea pup?" he answered to the sweet call. The voice of his pup was soft, softer than usual. Tired. Defeated. Did he make the boy sounded like this? Man, he should've been crucified for this.
"I thought we were going to eat cake together." Remus mumbled incoherently. Clenching his fist tighter, the werewolf could feel his nails digging to the palm of his hand. 'You got the Doctor right? Eat the damn cake with him.' He spat nastily in his head. Drawing a shuddering breath and pushing all of those nasty thought away, Fenrir looked over his shoulders and gave the boy the biggest smile he had ever give.
"Don't worry pup. I'm just gonna get myself some drink downstairs." He turned around and began walking out. "I'll be back when you finished with the Doctor." He said and waved to the boy, unaware of the blood dripping from the holes in his palm to his forearm.
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"Dammit. Dammit. Dammit all to hell." Fenrir muttered under his breath. He was pissed for many reason. One, there is a doctor in a close proximity with his Remmy. Two, the said Doctor is named Lucas. Three, he wants to kill Lucas, which if he did, will not impress his shrink. Four, his favorite shirt is stained with blood.
And no, Fenrir do not need to be reminded with the fact that Remmy was happy around the doctor. That is why he does not have a number five on his why-am-I-pissed-off list.
"Good gracious.." He muttered aloud. "Could you people kindly stop being so rude and stare somewhere else?" Fenrir mentioned to the dozen of people who stared at him and, well, the big stain on the forearm of his blue shirt.
He wiped his bloody hand on the back his jeans and ran his hand though his hair again, stomping his way through the crowd of people who awkwardly looked around at nothing. 'Merlin, I hate humans..' he thought fiercely as he pushed through the crowd of people, landing some of them on their arse.
Yes. This day is not the Alpha's favorite day… And it's not even Monday yet.
Speaking of Monday's, he remembered about the meeting that he had on Monday. Damn, he got to cancel that one. The alpha pulled out a hand phone and began punching in numbers into the pads that seemed too small for his fingers. 'Buynewphonebuynewphonebuynewphonebuynewphone' is all that the werewolf thought as he waited impatiently for someone to pick up the annoyingly beeping line.
Why does it everything seemed so annoying today?
"It's me."
"I'm perfectly fine. Yeah, the boy's alright."
"Listen I-"
"No, I did not get myself into troub-"
"Hey. Watch your mouth punk." His tone turned razor-sharp and biting cold.
"Hmph. You better."
"Yes. Actually, could you send someone over to pick up the kid." His question came out like an order.
"In the woods near the sub, probably freezing his ass off…" Fenrir chuckled evilly, with crackles and all.
"And while you're at it, bring me a change of clothes will you? My thighties are itchy…" Just to prove his point, the alpha male scratched his crotch, earning his a disdainful glare from a nearby granny.
"Huh, You got that right. I'm not coming back."
"Only for a few days you shithead! Merlin, could you be more stupider? And you call yourself a beta? " The alpha chose those sharp word carefully, smirking on the effects that he know will took over the wolf on the other line.
"Hmph. Just leave it on the place where you found the kid."
"And cancel the meeting with Tesco yeah? I'm not in the mood to deal with those supermarket fuckers."
"*sprkfffttt*" Fenrir made a weird noise with his mouth. "Cant *ftfttt* hear- *sprfffttt* yo- *beeb*" he pushed the red button, effectively ending the call with his nosey nose beta.
"Ahh…I love making Garth go ape shit." He referred to his beta fondly. "Don't you agree?" He turned to smile down at the granny that gave him the dirty look earlier. She just puffed out her toothless mouth and turned away huffily, ignoring the chuckle of the gruff werewolf.
Fenrir mood continue to lift up even more, especially when he smelt blood and heard the whimpers of pain from the 'under constructed' stairs. Feeling his dominant wolf rise up to the surface, Fenrir prowled in the shadows to the slight opening of the emergency stairs. He opened the door to reveal a man in his forties, clutching a wand like it's his life line, sitting there with his whole body shivering with fear. His face was completely destroyed, and his lips looked like a dog's dinner. But those beady brown eyes have the color that he would've recognizes anywhere.
"Need… to see… my son.. Remus…" Abelforth stuttered. His eyes looked up to Fenrir with such a pitiful plea that would make a kitten cry.
Fenrir eyes widen in realization of his confirmed suspicion. The man was Remus's father. The same man that made his precious pup cry. The evry man he wanted to meet. In an instant, his mouth turned into a vicious grin.
"Oh, so you're the shithead that pushed my Remmy." He snarled and barked out, his teeth growing longer and with it, his nails. Abelforth whimpered and held out his broken wand out to the wolf. Nobody would guess that the man was an ex-Auror by the way his hands are shaking uncontrollably. The smell of fear and terror only excites the werewolf even more.
"S-s tay ba-ck we-we-rewolf!!" He stuttered nervously as the alpha stalked closer to him. "I'm the h-h-head of the magical creature d-dep-dep—department." Abelforth took a deep breath, pushing himself backwards until he hit a wall, dropping down his wand, he could only curled himself up into a ball, shielding his eyes like a baby.
"Oooh… Fancy title you got there." He mockingly praised, barking a humorless laugh. "I'm going to teach you about pushing people around." Fenrir grinned, his canines protruding out like the murderous werewolf he is.
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Pissing the hell out of his beta. Pissing the hell out of a granny. Pushing someone off seven flights of stairs. Over all, a productive day.
'Today doesn't seemed to be too bad after all.' The alpha sighed and crackled his neck and fingers, whistling as he punched a button for a bottle of coke from a vending machine.
"Fen? Is that you?"
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DUNDUNDUN!!!!! WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE HOW????? (yes, another suck-ish attempt at a cliff hanger. Gawd I suck harder than a gay pornstar… No offence to all gay pornstar out there. Except for the fact that I suck harder than you. {laugh dammit!})
Abelforth hmm?? Should I kill him off? Or should I let him live with the torturous pain… Ahh… the joys of an author…
Fenrir with self loathing? Ha! Never had it coming did 'cha!
And thank you nelly for the cookie *munch munch* it's safely devoured, if you're curious.
Ah, by the way, You guys do know who beat the crap out of Remus's daddy right? Right? No? Maybe? *sigh*. If you do, tell me by reviewing. If you get it right, you will get a cookie with an ice cream.
Those who don't know who the person that beat the crap out of Abelfoth, review anyway. You'll get the cookie and some enlightenment on the side. No Ice cream tho.
Anyway, thanks for reading!! C'yaaa!!