Disclaimer- All cannon characters belong to JK Rowling and anyone else belongs to me just like the plot, unless stated otherwise. It will likely be awhile until I can add another chapter or update this story. I've got a lot of other things I'm working on now; school assignments and stuff but this fan fic will be one of my top priorities. Please bear with me-Gadget Also, Diogenes Pendergast belongs to Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. That he is a werewolf is something of my design, not something from their novels. Thanks for reading, how about a review? Sorry for the wait, just a few more chapters to go until I've finished this fic and then I'll get to work on the next one and back to my DMC fics. -Gadget.
CHAPTER 8 Anita Clawsyn's POV
The Headmaster prevented me from saying anything about what I had witnessed the other night. He'd told me to simply let Halo gather his own courage to tell Snape about what had happened. I didn't really like it; Spencer needed help in my opinion. The more I thought about it however, the more I realized that Dumbledore was right.
I went about the normal routine of helping Professor Snape in his classes for the next day. I didn't see Lupin or Spencer at all and my boss did seem a little on edge. It was hard to work with him when he was like that; he even took away points from Slytherin during one class. It finally started to get on my nerves and when we were alone I confronted him.
"Halo's just not feeling well," He told me.
"And Professor Lupin?" I asked. "What's wrong with him? I saw the Headmaster teaching his class this morning…"
Snape shrugged. "He's visiting a friend,"
I wrung my hands together. "Professor Snape?"
"What is it Ms. Clawsyn?"
"Are you and Spencer…still together?"
The look that he gave me chilled my blood but then his face smoothed into an expression of mild annoyance. "We are still together," He said and left me standing there.
But I still had the feeling that there was more going on.
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Everything was falling into place, Diogenes thought to himself as he watched Vertus staring out the window. The Sidhe woman was watching it rain while he smoked his third cigarette of the day. It had developed into an addiction, smoking that is. He hadn't smoked this much in years, when he was young he had despised the smell but now it didn't really bother him. He was cooped up in the motel most of the time while he waited for his plan to unfold.
Vertus however, had absolute free reign because of her Sidhe magic. As a result, Diogenes was going stir crazy in his solitude. Hence the excessive smoking; he didn't know how many packs that Vertus had stolen for him but he guessed it was nearing fifty or so by now.
The inactivity was getting to him and he sat up against the wall, cigarette perched between his lips. "Vertus," He called to the Sidhe woman. "What do you do for fun?"
She didn't acknowledge him.
"Hey, did you hear me? What do you do for fun?"
"Quiet wolf," She said.
Diogenes took another drag. "So it's just 'wolf' now? No more 'red-wolf' or werewolf? What did I do to disappoint you?" He grinned slyly. "Is that halfie not living up to your expiations?"
She ignored him, her hand touching the windowpane as rain slid down the glass. Diogenes' grin spread into a smirk, he stabbed out the cigarette and stood up. He only wore a pair of dark slacks; both his chest and his feet were bare. He had begun to wear a little less every day, knowing that it bothered her.
"Are you jealous of the halfie's lover? Does it piss you off that Halo would rather suck a dick than kiss your-"
She slapped him so hard that his vision blurred. "Damn you wolf!" She yelled at him and raised her hand of power to strike him again.
He moved like only a werewolf could, spinning and grabbing her arm to twist it around her back. He caught her other hand before she could hit him and then pinned her against the wall next to the window. She struggled but without the use of her magic she wasn't a match to Diogenes.
"You are jealous of that wizard," He said triumphantly and she tried to kick him; he moved to stand between her legs to pin her more easily. "He gets that halfie off and you can't because he just doesn't want to fuck around with you."
Tears fell slowly from her large eyes and she hung her head against his chest. "Stop it wolf," She said softly.
Diogenes laughed heartily. "What are you going to do if I don't?"
Vertus lifted her head and kissed him squarely on the lips, tongue slipping into his mouth with ease. His grip loosened with the surprise and she sent her knee crashing between his legs. He let her go with a cry of pain and she slipped away.
"Never speak of him that way again." She warned him. "I will kill you if you do."
Diogenes rose to his knees and then to his full height. "Bitch,"
REMUS LUPIN'S POV
He had asked me to call him Aly right as our beasts rose to the forefront without either of us shifting to the wolf's form. Our beasts had taken use of our bodies and we had explored our differences. He was so much gentler than Diogenes had been; he let me direct and didn't pressure me into anything I wasn't ready for.
Now he slept with his head on my shoulder which was quite a feat considering how tall he was. Our skin touched through the open fronts of our shirts; mine completely unbuttoned while his was only part way. I could see the various scars, like pale little snakes on his chest. There was something sexual about our position in my bed, but it was small and vague in the back of my mind. The feeling of his weight above me called more to companionship than love or lust.
He had allowed me to be the dominate pack member while he willingly took on the submissive role. It was so new to me, this sense of belonging and timelessness. We were together for eternity and for precious seconds and it was as it was supposed to be. In reality however, I knew that Aly was the true dominate because he was allowing me the illusion of control.
I touched his white-blonde hair gently, letting it flow through my fingers. It felt like silk, so smooth and clean. My hair felt nothing like his did. Aly shifted slightly, the top of his head brushing against my chin and his arm sliding across my chest. He slept like a wolf cub, curled up against my side, wrapped in the blankets. His head was turned away from me however, letting me see the curve of his neck and therefore his jugular. It was another show of his submissiveness; if I were in my wolf form it would take one bite to kill him. He trusted me not to hurt him, instead giving me the delusion of a protector.
Aly shifted again, this time turning away from me completely. I sighed loudly, turning onto my side and wrapping my arms around him and pulling him back against me. He had given me the fantasy of absolute power but I knew I was the submissive in whatever it was that we wanted to call our relationship. Were we lovers now, or just close companions? It didn't really matter; our wolves had decided that we were paired together.
I drifted into sleep with the smell of his hair and his marble-colored skin all around me.
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The red-wolf had been exceptionally 'pissed off'; Vertus believed that was the correct term. It was surprising that a single kiss could so unravel Diogenes who was normally so composed. He was usually distant and aloof, seemingly apart from the other humans that she had come across. He did however, tend to be rather cruel, snappish and fast to anger.
Vertus touched her lower lip gently, thinking to herself. The red-wolf had been the first man that she had ever kissed. And, she hated to admit, she had enjoyed it. His lips had been very soft and almost silky smooth; the inside of his mouth had been warm and tasted bitterly of ashes. His facial hair had felt like the soft fuzz of a peach and the muscles of his chest, when she had touched them briefly, had felt like stone.
And then, suddenly angry with herself for kissing him, she had struck the red-wolf in his most sensitive area. He had called her a vulgar name before he'd left and she wasn't sure if he'd return. Vertus decided that it didn't matter; he was nothing compared to Halo.
