A/N: Sorry this update took so long, I went on a school trip to Germany and I didn't have space for the laptop (not that I had time to use it there anyway). So, read, review, and complain, or whatever. Enjoy~
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
It was as if time stood still then, after those simple words were spoken. It was as if a massive piece of a puzzle was suddenly fitted into place. At least, that's what it felt like for Lukas, who had just heard the monster speak.
If I'm its creator, then it's my creation. And it looks fairly similar to Mathias at night, so is it – oh god. Lukas realised something that made many new questions rise to the surface. Is it the werewolf that Mathias told us about? Why is it in that form if it's still day? Where did I go? …What?!
"I don't understand." The Norwegian accidentally voiced aloud, startling the group on the stairs. The monster whipped its head round to stare at Lukas, and as realisation kicked in, it grinned sadistically.
"Hello, Norway. Or do you prefer to be called Lukas?" It said in a sly voice.
"How do you-? Never mind. What's your name, evil creature? That is, if you even have a name." He replied, his voice dripping with venom and hatred, which was rare to hear.
But the monster only chuckled in a creepy way. "Yes, I have a name. So, here's how it works. I tell you my name, then I kill you, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, it continued. "My name is Fenris. It originated from Norse and means 'mythical monster wolf'. The monster and wolf part is true, but I'm no mythical creature. After all, I exist, don't i? Myths are merely made-up, with no evidence to prove it. Technically, you could call me a legendary creature, but that doesn't matter. Now all the pleasantries are out the way, time for death!"
Without hesitation, Fenris leaped forward, aiming straight for Lukas' throat. However, Lukas dodged and aimed a kick at the werewolf's furry ankles. This had no effect, and Fenris swiped at Lukas with its claws. Lukas hopped out of reach, but it had already predicted the Norwegian's move, and had leaped forward, smashing Lukas against the wall and knocking the breath out of him.
"Damnit…let me go…you monster…" Lukas snarled between gasps for air, as Fenris was leaning fairly heavily against his chest.
"Now, why would I do that? No, I need to kill you. You see, when you first made me, I tried to kill you, because if I did, I could absorb your magical energy and your very soul. This would make me fully complete, instead of the situation I'm in now. I can only appear for one week a month – I think you know which month, don't you? However, if I kill you, then I'll be around every day. That is what I desire. However, when your memories of me were lost, I too lost a fair amount of power, and couldn't kill you at that time. So instead, I watched you grow, until your power had risen as well as mine. Now I'm capable of killing you."
"Makes…sense…I guess…" Lukas then kicked Fenris in the stomach, and it stumbled backwards, mostly out of surprise. Now able to breathe properly, Lukas glared at it and stood up straight. "There's only one problem; you can't kill me."
However, instead of being shocked, Fenris only laughed crazily. "Oh please, you think I don't know about your whole 'nearly immortal' thing? Any mortal would have died long before now! No, I know you're the personification of the country Norway. So, instead of killing you in a mortal way, I'll slaughter you so you're unconscious, then forcefully rip your soul and magical energy from your body! Then you'll be nothing more than a useless corpse on the floor, as you can't survive without a soul. Or can you? I can't wait to find out!"
"You know, for a monster, you sure do talk a lot." A deep voice interrupted the conversation, and both Fenris and Lukas narrowed their eyes at the new speaker.
"First you hurt Mathias, and then you threaten to kill Lukas. Not to mention your annoying overconfidence and long speeches. You don't belong here. So I'm going to kill you before you lay a filthy finger on any of my family." The speaker walked up the stairs, reaching over to the wall and taking a spare staff hanging from a bracket off the wall and holding it tight in his hands.
Tino barely understood what was going on. All he knew was that Mathias had one arm, the werewolf was called Fenris and wanted to kill Lukas, and Lukas created it. I hope Emil is alright, he thought to himself as he fretted about the situation. The werewolf was very confident in its abilities, and seemed to have some sort of solution to overcome the immortality and regeneration they had. If this was true, then they were in a bad situation.
However, it was more surprising when Berwald, after snapping at Fenris, had now approached the werewolf, picking up a staff while he was at it. Don't tell me he's going to fight that thing, Tino thought with dread. Mathias is tough, and look at him now. I don't want that to happen to Berwald as well.
But what could Tino do with a still healing arm and a friend to save? No, I've got to focus on getting Mathias someplace safe. He's in no condition to fight. Deciding on this, Tino shakily got to his feet and slung Mathias over his shoulder, struggling a bit with the weight. Then he began the uncomfortable descent down the stairs, heading for the basement where Tino thought would be the safest place.
Berwald stood about two metres in front of Fenris, and prepared to use the staff. Suddenly, his enemy sprang forward, aiming for Berwald's leg. He barely dodged out the way, luckily only getting a small scratch from its fangs. He brought the staff down on its back, sending it sprawling on the floor.
Snarling, it got up and attempted to decapitate Berwald's leg from his body. Jumping out of reach, the skilled Swede leaped forward again, and tried to poke the staff right in one of its eyes. However, at the last second, Fenris grabbed hold of the staff, and grinned sadistically, as if knowing it had won.
It yanked the staff forward and to the side, so it brushed past its cheek, and watched Berwald go with it. Then the werewolf opened its jaws and shot forward, aiming for Berwald's throat. But he wouldn't go down that easily, and jumped up, trying to get out of the way. However, there wasn't enough time to completely escape, and Fenris sank its fangs into the Swede's ankle.
Cursing under his breath, Berwald tried to free his ankle, but only made waves of pain shoot up his leg. "Damnit…I've had worse…get off…" He mumbled under his breath, only to have Fenris sink his teeth in further.
Finally, it released Berwald and the staff, and stood on two legs, licking its lips. "You know, your blood tastes nice. I'd love to have more." It grinned sadistically again and prepared to attack.
Narrowing his eyes, Berwald replied coldly, "You can try, but you won't succeed. I can easily kill you now."
Fenris raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And how will you do that?"
But Berwald only smiled faintly, as if he knew he'd won. He backed up until he was right up against the wall, and Fenris closed the distance slightly, curious to find out what exactly its opponent had in mind. Then Berwald raised the staff and slammed it against the wall, causing a loud echo to ring around the house. Fenris was confused, until he heard a loud creaking sound coming from the ceiling.
Glancing up, the werewolf froze as it saw a giant chandelier swinging dangerously from the ceiling, before the chain snapped and the heavy object fell from the ceiling, straight at Fenris.
With a loud thud, the chandelier connected with the werewolf's head, and it crumpled to the ground. But because of the impact, the bulbs (Note: I don't know if it would be bulbs or candles, so I just used bulbs; correct me if I'm wrong) exploded, and since they were on, the electricity hit Fenris. It fell unconscious, and Berwald relaxed.
"Never underestimate someone in their own home, beast." He said with a voice full of victory. Then he remembered the pain in his ankle that he'd pushed aside during the fight. Leaning on the wall, he sat down and assessed the damage. It was deep, but luckily didn't puncture the bone. It wouldn't take too long to heal, but probably a couple of days at least.
Lukas watched Berwald beat Fenris and was surprised to find how quickly a monster like that went down. He felt like something was wrong, and felt uncomfortable staying there any longer.
Quick-walking over to Berwald, the Norwegian crouched down and whispered in his ear. "It's not safe here. Let's go to Emil's room, okay? After all, it'll be safer in gro-"
But Lukas didn't get to finish his sentence as pain exploded in his right shoulder and along his collarbone.
In fact, the pain was so great and close to his face that he felt like passing out. Then he felt a burning coldness rage through his body as if something was being injected into him.
He scrunched his eyes shut, waiting for it to be over.
It suddenly went very quiet, as if the entire world had fallen silent.
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THUD.
