I've had this chapter ready for a while. I've just been making more and more edits. I want to post another LietBel story, but i'm going to make sure it is complete first. In the mean time, enjoy this fic. This LietBel fic I am writing will be rated M though. My first M story hory sheet.
~UC
Tolys opened his eyes. He was staring up at the bedroom ceiling. He groaned. What? Why am I home? Was it all a dream? He then felt a pain in his stomach. Please tell me I didn't eat something awful last night. He looked at the clock at his bedside. There was a pink sticky note covering it. He sat up and looked at the note.
Tory,
Called you in sick.
Just rest for today.
We will talk when I get
home.
~Feliks
He sighed. I can't believe he's taking this so well. He felt his stomach bubbling. I guess my stomach aches aren't gone for good. He looked at the clock. 3:00?! Feliks is going to be home any second! As if on cue, Tolys the door open. He then got up. He realized he was wearing a robe. At least he wasn't naked and cold like usual. Tolys forced himself to get up. The nausea came back. He stumbled to the bathroom. He barely managed to get to the toilet before he finally burst. He groaned. This left an absolutely revolting taste, and made him feel even more sick. He suddenly felt someone rubbing his back. Looking up he noticed Feliks. He had a sorrowful expression on his face. Tolys groaned.
"Oooh…what did I eat?"
"I heard a reports of three chickens, a pig, a cow, two sheep, and a rabbit being stolen all this weekend from a nearby farm," reported Feliks. Tolys groaned, throwing up again. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He rested his body against the door.
"I didn't know what was going on myself," he explained, "I don't know how I could really explain to anyone what's going on…I'm sorry…"
"I like, totally get it," he said, "Tory, I just want you to know that no matter what happens to you, I'll like, totally be there for you and stuff."
"…Thank you very much Feliks. That…really means a lot to me," he replied. Feliks smiled.
"Well, I'm going to call a man about a couple of broken doors," he said, "I need to replace the stuff I like, badassly broke." He left for the kitchen. There was a knock on the door.
"I got it," he called. Tolys opened the door to find a shorter blonde man. The man was startled when he found himself looking at the other's chest. He looked up. Sure Tolys was standing on a 11 cm step but he was also 10 cm taller than the blonde man. The man seemed to be surprised at him answering the door. His thick, bushy eyebrows raised.
"Oh Tolys. You're…here," he said slightly intimidated.
"Do I know you?" he replied.
"Oh! I'm Arthur. Arthur Kirkland. I'm an acquaintance of your roommate's," he explained.
"You're Arthur? You're Alfred's half-brother?" he asked.
"Unfortunately yes," he replied.
"Alfred has told me a lot about you," Tolys said, "Let me get Feliks." He then left for the kitchen. "Feliks!"
"Hm?"
"The guy at the door wants you."
"Oh is it the homeless guy?" Feliks headed towards the door, "Not today man, I have en–oh! Heeeeey…it's uh, you…"
"Arthur."
"Yeah! I like, totally knew your name…" he looked around to make sure Tolys wasn't around. He then opened the coat closet and took out the silver club. "Yeah, this is like, yours and stuff…" Arthur pulled him outside.
"You didn't do it?!" he hissed.
"Do what?"
"Take care of it!"
"Take care of what?" Feliks played dumb.
"The bloody murderous beast in your house! What else?"
"Okay but I like have a question…" he said, "Is there a chance that these things can like, not be totally out of control when the full moon is out? because like, he didn't attack me and stuff. He came right up to me and actually–"
"If he wasn't on a rampage then, he's bound to go on one soon. Or maybe he was too full from last time," he elaborated, "You've heard of the pillaged farms recently?"
"Yeah. But look, that's not Tory! That's not what he was last night! You weren't there!" Feliks protested.
"Well then, I won't feel any sympathy for you when you turn up missing next month," he warned, "Next full moon, I'll make sure that thing is dead." He stormed away, Feliks standing his ground proudly until he was out of sight.
"What if he tries to kill me while I'm human?"
"Then it'll be homicide, duh!"
"But what if he hires a hitman or something."
"He's a broke boarding school student Tory. I doubt he has the money for that."
"But what if–"
"Tory! He's still a person. He wouldn't murder another human being. He has morals," consoled Feliks.
"Well I'm not exactly human anymore," replied Tolys.
"Tory, it'll be fine. We just need to prepare for the full moon. That's all we can do," he assured, "Now quit depressing yourself before you give yourself a stomachache." Feliks was right about one thing. Tolys then spotted something that made his heart pound.
"Oh Dievas…"
"What?"
"Natalya…oh shit. I left in the middle of our date because I started to change. Oh no, I can only imagine…"
"Why? You didn't get that far, did you?" Feliks asked.
"What do you...Feliks!" he blushed, "N-No! Who goes that far on a first date?"
"I'd say. Because there's like, no way she could be disappointed by the size of-"
"F-Feliks!" he was bright red, "Don't talk about that here!" Feliks noticed something. "I swear sometimes you have no frontal lohhh-" Feliks quickly shoved Tolys into his locker and slammed the door before Natalya could notice them.
"Feliks? Hey! What the hell?"
"You!" Natalya noticed, "Where is your friend?"
"He like, had to do something. I don't know when he'll be back and stuff," lied Feliks.
"Oh. Okay. I'd like to talk to him," she said.
"Okay. I'll give him the message and stuff!" Feliks promised. She walked on. Feliks then opened the locker a bit.
"Feliks what the hell did you do that for!" Tolys scolded, "Natalya–" Feliks threw his uniform jacket over Tolys's head and rushed him to the bathroom. He pulled the jacket off of his head. Feliks was confused for a second. "Feliks! What the hell was that! Why did you do that!" Tolys was angry. Not only angry, but his eyes were glowing. Sharp fangs decorated his scowl. Feliks took a few steps back. "What?"
"Look in the mirror," he said. Tolys looked in the mirror. He was horrified at the sight of his reflection.
"W-When did these come in?!" he wavered.
"Well, this isn't as bad," said Feliks.
"What do you mean this isn't as bad?" Tolys scoffed.
"They're gone already," he pointed out. Tolys looked in the mirror again. Feliks was right. His eyes and teeth were dull.
"That wasn't any reason to shove me in a locker," he said.
"I shoved you in the locker because you had a bushy tail and ears," corrected Feliks.
"W-What?!"
"There they are again!" Tolys whipped his head around. Big, fuzzy ears poked out from the top of his head. He poked at them. They twitched in response.
"Ohhh…"
"Look behind you," said Feliks. Tolys turned his head. A big, bushy brown tail swished behind him. "You're like, welcome."
"Aah, what do I do?" his ears were flat against his head, "How did this happen?"
"Okay Tory, just try to relax a bit," consoled Feliks, "Besides, you're like, so totally cute!"
"Feliks, you are not helping!"
"But you are!" Feliks stroked his ears, "It's like, so soft!"
"Feliks please stop."
"Fine."
"I need to figure out how to–"
"They're gone."
"What?"
"They're gone." Tolys looked in the mirror. Sure enough, he was back to normal. "See, I told you you needed to calm down." He sighed.
"But how do i know that won't happen again?"
"I don't know. We'll have to figure that out," he said, "I don't want you to bite me or something with those teeth."
"I can hide the teeth. I can't hide the huge fluffy wolf ears!" Tolys replied.
"Maybe, try not to panic and maybe they won't come out?" Feliks guessed, "I don't know." Tolys sighed.
"I'll try," he said, "This is going to be a long day."
Tolys was reading a book he checked out from the library. He had checked out numerous this week to try to find out about his condition. He was trying to piece together the similarities. He was kicked back on the couch, deeply invested into the novel.
"Tory!"
Tolys yelped and flinched in surprise. Feliks had scared him from behind.
"Feliks! I'm–"
"Your ears are out," he pointed out. Tolys felt his head.
"I don't even get how this happens...It's not very scientific," wondered Tolys.
"They're so soft…" Feliks began rubbing them.
"F-Feliks, what are you–ah-ahh…" he shivered, "Don't touch those!"
"Why are they sensitive?" he asked rubbing them again.
"S-S-Stop…"
"Aww! They're sensitive!" Feliks chuckled. Tolys moaned. His face was bright red in embarrassment. But there was pleasure in his voice. Feliks laughed. "Awww! You're like a dog!"
"F-Feliks please…ha-ahh!" He put a hand over his mouth to keep him from moaning.
"I wonder if you like belly rubs…"
"Feliks please no…" Feliks began rubbing his stomach like he would a dog. Tolys had a relaxed look on his face. He leg suddenly began twitching. Feliks laughed. "No way! This is hilarious!" Tolys was enjoying himself too much to protest, moaning loudly. Feliks was getting a little creeped out by how much he liked this. "Awh! You're ears are gone." Tolys felt his head.
"Maybe relaxing helps it go away?" wondered Tolys.
"We also know a lot of your functions are dog like," said Feliks, "I wonder if you play fetch."
"Oh come on Feliks. It's not an instinct for a dog to fetch," he said.
"Any other instincts that I can use to mess with you?" Feliks laughed.
"I don't know…"
"Can you like, smell stuff? Like, from really far away?" Feliks wondered.
"Yes. Both my hearing and my smell have increased a lot," he replied.
"Do you chase after cats and squirrels and stuff?" Feliks questioned, he went to the kitchen.
"I don't think so," he replied following him.
"Hmm…one to save for later…" he schemed, "Can you like, catch a frisbee in your mouth now and stuff?"
"Feliks this is serious."
"But it's funny too," he opened the a drawer.
"I…what's that smell?"
"What smell?" Feliks asked.
"Ugh! How can you not smell it, it reeks!" Tolys scoffed.
"I don't smell anything."
"Ugh it's unbearable!" Feliks paused.
"Could it be…" he pulled out the bottle that was labeled "Weird shit from Artie HOLY SHIT DON'T EAT THIS". He had moved it this morning because he planned to dispose of it.
"I feel dizzy…"
"Is this it?" Feliks said, holding the bottle.
"Ugh! Yes! What is that?"
"Something Arthur gave me. Very poisonous to humans. I only touched it once but I had gloves on," he explained.
"What is it?" Tolys walked closer.
"DONT!" Feliks yelled.
"What?"
"I had this on me when you transformed. You touched me and it burned you!"
"What is this stuff?" he coughed.
"I don't know...something bane?"
"Wolfsbane?!" he started shaking.
"Yeah why?"
"Feliks! That stuff is lethal even to humans! Why the hell would you keep it in the kitchen?" Tolys lectured, "Whoa." He grabbed onto the table. He began coughing again.
"That's not what Arthur told me," he replied, "He said this is a mild breed. Something about it being from I think…well I'm still here," he said.
"Let's just…get rid of this stuff and…"
"Tory?" Tolys responded by vomiting. "Tory!" Poland quickly took the bottle outside and threw it in the dumpster. He ran back to his friend and washed his hands just in case. Tolys was gasping for air.
"That was awful…" he groaned.
"Don't worry Tory it's gone now."
"Thank you…" he said.
"Ugh! I like, hate the swimming unit!" Feliks complained, "My hair like, turns green from the chlorine and the rest of the day, I look like a cat after a bath."
"Get a swim cap then," suggested Tolys.
"Bleh! It looks so ugly!" he protested.
"Then you better tread for your life."
"Why does he get to avoid this?" Feliks pointed to a small boy sitting on the bench doing homework, "He doesn't like, have to tread water all day." Tolys remembered that boy. Raivis Galante. He used to to talk to him but they didn't really have much in common. He still saw him often in choir club though.
"It was 5 minutes Feliks," clarified Tolys "And Raivis has a skin condition that reacts to the chlorine."
"Isn't it like, hard treading with a tshirt on?" Feliks asked.
"You get used to it," Tolys replied.
"Why do you even wear that?" Feliks asked, "We're not outside so you won't get sun burned. And you're body is in better shape than mine is! You shouldn't be so insecure."
"That's not what I'm insecure about…"
"Then what–"
"It's…not something I want to discuss here…"
"Wait…are you like, really hairy and stuff now?!" Feliks guessed.
"Not so loud!"
"You grew chest and back hair and stuff, didn't you?"
"No! Feliks…that's not it," he said flustered.
"Acne on your back?"
"No," he hissed, "It's the claw and bite marks everywhere from the attack that tips off to everyone that I'm...well, you know..."
"You should be able to get out for that. You could like, totally get a doctor's note or something. I'm stuck with nothing," remarked Feliks, "You could probably get out for your pollakiuria too." This made Tolys's face burn more.
"F-Feliks! D-Don't talk about that!" he hushed. "Someone may–" Feliks suddenly pushed Tolys's head under the water. Tolys flailed and protested. Feliks pushed him down further. Tolys felt himself running out of air. Out of desperation, he kicked Feliks in the shin. He finally breached the surface, gasping for air.
"Feliks! What the hell did you do that for?" he growled.
"Your ears were showing," answered Feliks, "And now your eyes are glowing." Tolys took a deep breath, causing his fangs and glowing eyes to disappear. "That hurt too, you know!"
"You didn't have to drown me!"
"I thought fast and no one saw. You are welcome!" Tolys sighed and gripped the wall again like Feliks was. He then shook his head, spraying water everywhere.
"Ah! Hey! Stop! My hair!" yelled Feliks.
"That was close."
"Uh, yeah! You almost went like, full canine in front of the whole class!" Feliks replied, "Be careful around Natalya next time!"
"It's not my fault," sighed Tolys, "This weekend, I need to find out what makes me tick and how to prevent it. So far I know my ears and tail come out when I'm excited." Leaves crunched beneath their feet.
"Not to mention you like, are suddenly athletic and you like belly rubs," added Feliks.
"I hope that there isn't something that fully transforms me. Otherwise I'm–" he paused. He looked around. "Hang on, I heard something…" There was a rustling in the leaves. Tolys went to investigate. Feliks turned his head.
"It's just a squirrel…" Feliks chuckled, "Ha! I told you!" Tolys face turned red.
"Ugh, why is this happening to me?" he groaned.
"Ears."
"Gah!" He put his hands over them.
"It looks like they come out when you're embarrassed too," noticed Feliks. Tolys began rubbing the back of his ears. "What are you doing?"
"Rubbing their ears is a natural tranquilizer. I know my dog loved it. It always relaxed him," he explained. Soon the ears were gone. "See. It helps to do your research." A gust of fall breeze rushed by.
"Brrr! I hate how cold it is for October! Aren't you cold?" Feliks asked.
"No. How are you cold?" Tolys asked, "This feels nice."
"But you're always the one who complains it's too cold."
"I guess that's another thing that's changed…" noticed Tolys.
"This weekend we are finding out all these little things that have changed," declared Feliks.
"Yeah…" Tolys sighed. How much can I change? At this rate, I may not even be myself anymore...
"Up up up! Let's go!"
Tolys groaned. "Come on! Out of bed!"
"Why?" Tolys grumbled.
"Today we find out more of your weird quirks and how to prevent them. You said so on Thursday!" Feliks reminded.
"That doesn't require me waking up early…" he groaned, "Please let me sleep Feliks. I could barely sleep last night." Feliks pouted. He had an objective to make Tolys angry so that he could see what happened. But getting him that angry was nearly impossible. He took out a small whistle. If this doesn't do it, nothing will.
"I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice," he said. Sitting on the bed, he blew into the whistle. Tolys shuddered.
"Aah!" Tolys demeanor changed completely, "Feliks STOP IT!" He then tossed him off the bed. Feliks crashed to the floor. Tolys let out a growl.
"Ow! That like, hurt!" He suddenly felt a pain in his arm. He looked down at his shirt, noticing a large rip in the sleeve. Red blood stained the yellow shirt a bright and somber red. The three long tears in the sleeve leaked blood from the tree large cuts Feliks now had. He looked back up at Tolys. His glowing glare and sharp fangs made Feliks flinch. "T-Tory?" Tolys's gaze softened.
"Oh no…Feliks are you okay?!" Tolys said in his usual frantic voice.
"Ow ow ow ow ow…" he prodded at his wound, "Someone's not a morning person…"
"H-hang on. I'll go get some bandages," he ran to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. He dashed back and began wrapping the wound. "I am so so sorry!" he choked.
"See? This is what I'm talking about! This is what we need to do so we can like, stop things like this from happening," said Feliks, "Well now we know what happens when you get mad." He looked over to his friend. Tears were clouding his eyes. "Tory? Hey, it's okay. I'm fine. The shirt is ruined, but it's just a cut. I'll be fine."
"This time it's just a cut! But what happens next time?!" he choked, "What happens when I seriously injure you or if I-if I-"
"Hey, knowing you, something like that will never happen. You're Tory! You have never had anger management problems or had any problems with your emotions. You're like, one of the most timid people ever. You won't seriously injured me. Also I can like, totally kick your ass if you tried," he comforted.
"Feliks…I'm scared…" Feliks sighed. He hugged his friend.
"Me too Tory. Me too…"
Tolys shifted through another book. The full moon was next week and he wanted to learn something. Another book. This one, even more unpleasant than the last. Isn't there one story where the wolf lives? That gave him quite an outlook. He looked at the last book he found. The one he had not looked at yet. A huge, heavy book with what he swore was thousands of pages. He would have checked it out, if he didn't have to lug it home in the rain. And if he wasn't in the city library. He put the immense amount of books in the cart. He pulled up the hood on his jacket to shield himself from light rain. Why did I take the bus here?
He waited by the bus stop. He sighed. Every story is different. How am I supposed to find out what is happening to me if every source is dissenting? A loud crash and a small squeak made him jump. He whipped around. He peered down the dark alleyway. Something was down there. This was New York City so there was crime. He would feel bad just standing there. Something inside him urged him to go investigate. A strange smell flooded his nose. Blood definitely. But something else was there. He didn't know what, but it wasn't pleasant. His eyes suddenly adjusted to the dark, glowing an luminescent green. He saw two figures. One was unconscious. The other had glasses that reflected the moonlight. White teeth smiled, stained with blood and satisfaction. Tolys inched closer to the figure.
No…no my eyes must be deceiving me…this can't be happening. This can't be real. It just doesn't make sense! Something made the boy look his way. Tolys came closer. It was a dead end. There was no where for his guy to run. This is what the books said, right? We're supposed to hate each other right? What am I supposed to do? Kill him? I can't do that! I never thought they'd exist. Then again, werewolves exist apparently. So why wouldn't vampires?
