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This chapter has two parts. The next part should be uploaded tomorrow.
Dominic's writing
Alfred's writing
Thought/Language
Austin8:24
October 29 Part I
Alfred walked slowly to class. His mind was whirling with questions still unanswered from the previous nights. He stumbled into his seat in Homeroom, resting his head on the desk. His friends had been talking behind his back, Dominic and the other popular kids were beginning to drop hints to his unanswered questions when he walked by.
"Oh Alfred, you're here early."
Alfred snapped his head up from its resting position the desk. "Oh, um yeah. Do you need me to leave Mr. Carter?"
"No son you can stay. I'm just going to run to the copy room. Will you be alright?" Mr. Carter said.
"Nah, I'll be fine..." Alfred trailed off as Mr. Carter left. His head felt heavy and it fell back into his arms, his eyes closing at the contact.
A loud thump made Alfred's eye twitch and the seat in front of him squeaked as someone sat down. He felt an eraser tickle his nose. It scrunched up in displeasure. Alfred lifted his head back up to be met with narrowed olive eyes.
"Dominic," Alfred growled.
Dominic took out a piece of paper and scribbled out a reply. "Hi Alfred." He showed it to the American.
"What? Cat got your tongue?"
'Oh the irony! No, I just tend to say nasty things when I use my mouth.'
"Oh..."
'Do you want answers to your questions?'
Alfred raised a blond eyebrow in confusion to the question. The American nodded, "Yeah but how did you know I had questions?" Dominic laughed. Now that Alfred thought about it, the Portuguese student never laughed.
'Werewolf intuition. I can smell your worry, confusion, and utter lack of distress.'
Alfred snorted. "Huh, never thought of it that way. And you can answer those questions of mine?" Alfred didn't trust that kid, not one bit.
'You don't trust me. I'm appalled Alfred.'
"Well your not exactly 'my cup of tea' as a dear friend of my dad's would say."
Dominic laughed again. This time, agreeing with the blond. 'Francis still talks to Arthur? Huh how funny.'
"It's not funny! I want to know if you can answer my freaking questions!"
'Simmer down, idiot. Do you want the teacher to come back? I can answer most of your questions but the others... Well Mathias will have to answer those.'
"What's the point in talking to you when I have to read what you're writing down? Hell, why am I even talking to you in the first place?" Alfred asked himself.
'Then why don't you just write down your questions. It'll be even then.'
"Not a bad idea. Gimme the paper."
Dominic handed over the paper, intelligent pale green eyes watching the American's every movement.
"So, why do you have your own world?"
'Safety reasons. Not every human believes in us, and instead of being shunned here, we can live a normal life there.'
"Why aren't you living there?"
Dominic smiled. 'Too many bad memories. Same reason for most of us who leave.'
"Why?"
'A lot of us have younger family members who aren't necessarily, like us. I unfortunately lost mine, and it is a bad memory. I can't bear to look back on it without blaming myself. Mathias blames himself for everything bad that causes his friends to leave forever.' Dominic sighed as he watched Alfred read, thinking on what the American may ask next.
"Huh. Does Mathias really like me?"
'Yeah, he really likes you. It makes Astrid jealous but I know she doesn't really care.'
Alfred chuckled, before scribbling down another question. "How does it feel to be a werewolf?"
'Its pretty fun, except when you change the first few times. It really hurts then.'
"Oh... Are we bonding?"
'Isn't it easier to write things down then to say it? I find it rather soothing, and yes we are bonding :).'
"Ah fuck. Damn I didn't even think I would ever actually sit down and have a written out conversation with you without the cursing, or violence."
'Paper is patient.'
"No kidding. Maybe we should try actually talking with each other."
'I'd like that Alfred. Why don't you sit with us at lunch? I'll let the guys know.'
"Okay. How will you let them know though? You don't have class with any of them until after lunch."
'Werewolf telepathy. It's really weird.'
Alfred rolled his eyes and watched Dominic close his eyes in concentration. The Portuguese man rubbed at his temples a few minutes later.
"What happened?"
'They're just really loud in the morning.'
~•~
Alfred searched the cafeteria with Martin by his side. The Argentinean didn't look in the least bit happy and people were staring. Tobias snapped his fingers and caught everyone's attention, allowing the two to slip away to Dominic.
Dominic had his eyes closed again when Alfred and Martin reached the table by the window. Julio sat next to nibbling on a piece of pepperoni from the cafeteria's pizza. Martin sat down next the Bolivian and Alfred took the empty seat next to Dominic.
The Brazilian let out a frustrated groan and opened his eyes. "Damn Vash," He muttered.
"Who?"
"Just our doctor, er well, Mathias' doctor who is one of us werewolves," Dominic explained.
Alfred sighed, "I have another question." Dominic nodded. "What's going on Sunday night? I have a feeling something bad is going to happen."
Martin stopped chewing his apple, Julio bit his lip and Dominic smirked. "That is one of the questions I can't answer. Astrid's mom is the reason we can't go home and Mathias can't come to school. Vash said he got an antidote, so maybe, Mathias will get to be a human again," Dominic said.
Alfred gaped. 'No way, there is just no way could he ever be human again...!' "Wait, won't he be all old and wrinkly?"
Martin burst out laughing. "Nah, Vash was talking to me about it, and he said that it will show the age you were turned at. We all look a little older than we were when we got changed. But it's only a little."
Dominic nodded in agreement, "Any other idiotic questions like the last one?"
"How would someone kill you? 'Cause in movies, the thing is-"
"Vampires are killed by sunlight and werewolves are killed by silver bullets, yada yada yada..." A new voice chuckled finished for Alfred.
"Manuel! Oh mi amor, ¿cuándo la recupero? Oh mi corazón, mi tesoro, mi amor, te he extrañado!" Martin exclaimed, jumping from his seat and wrapping his arms around the Chilean.
"Just never mind those two Alfred, but we can't be killed by that stuff. It's just a myth," Julio said, interrupting the two that were embracing.
"Aw fuck you Julio. You're just jealous 'cause no one loves you," Martin sneered. Alfred watched Manuel room his brown eyes and pull Martin's arms off him while Dominic just laid a comforting hand on the Bolivian's shoulder.
"He doesn't mean it Julio. I'm sure Miguel will be happy to see you when or if you ever go back home," Manuel reassured the other. He sniffled and curled into a ball. "Did I say something?" Manuel asked Dominic.
"No, he'll be okay. Just try not to mention Miguel around him, gets him upset or something," Dominic said nonchalant.
The bell rang and the group dispersed. Manuel left with Dominic, who said he needed to find Antonio. Martin just rolled his eyes and went to his next class with Julio trailing behind him sadly. Alfred watched the quartet of Hispanics leave, before finding Feliciano and heading to their English class.
"Now, what is Shakespeare trying to tell us when Romeo and Juliet finally die?" Mrs. Greene asked.
Alfred raised his hand. "He's trying to show that despite the fact that they're from rival houses, they still fell in love...?"
"But why? Why did he want them to fall in love? Feliciano?"
"So they can bring happiness, ve~?" Feliciano asked
Mrs. Greene set down her book, "But what did he really want them to bring to Verona? Um, Yao?"
"He wants them to bring peace and end the rein of both Montague and Capulet forever...?" Yao said.
"Yes! Thank you! Kudos to those who tried to answer. That actually surprises me though, Mr. Jones. I thought you always waited for the answer to be given," Mrs. Greene said.
Alfred shrugged, "People change I guess."
"And you're right. People can change but they can only change themselves, they can't change others. Now, since I love watching you suffer, I want you to write me a one page essay telling me who you would die for. It also has to be about how you fell for this person, even if there family, tell me why you love them," Mrs. Greene said. Groans erupted from her class and she smiled. Her eyes watched Alfred lifelessly take out a sheet of paper and begin.
Alfred sighed as he began his paper. His pen glided across the lined paper. He stopped writing abruptly and stared in horror at what he had put down, reading it over.
'If I ever died for someone, it would be someone close to me. I have to be a hero for someone, even if I didn't know the person. My brother died for me, he is my hero. But I wanted to die, alone some time ago, secretly hoping someone would find me, and die with me... Because then I'll know I was truly loved on earth.
I know now that, I should never have thought of that way to die. There is someone out there who deeply, truly loves and cares for me, and I believe I've found who that is. I've completely fallen for this creature. I am absolutely disgusted with myself, but I just couldn't help myself. I know he would die for me, and I for him. He's been infatuated with me for so long, and I hated him immensely. But I just couldn't help myself when I fell for his charm.
His looks captivated me my sophomore year at his school. He was a junior; he was so much older than me. I acted like I wanted nothing to do with him, so I started going out, with anyone who wanted too. I watched his jealously grow through two years of watching me with Ivan Braginski. Eventually I couldn't hide my feeling for him and would talk about him with my father since the beginning of the school year. His posse would glare at me, and I picked fights with him, ashamed of myself. I couldn't help it. I wanted the feeling of liking him, of loving him, out of my heart. I, not only hurt him, but hurt myself.'
Alfred was about to crumple up the paper when a hand stopped him. He looked up to see Mrs. Greene with a small fragile smile.
"Don't, I like it. You can stop now," Mrs. Greene whispered.
"But it's not complete," Alfred protested.
"It's complete in itself. Just write a closure to the essay and I'll take it." Alfred hesitantly nodded and quickly wrote out a closing paragraph to the paper and handed it to his teacher, who took it and walked back to her desk without another word to the American.
"Hey Alfred!" Martin called. Alfred looked up at the waving Argentinean from his phone. Sighing he got up and pocketed his phone, walking over to Martin.
"What do you want?" He asked coldly, folding his arms over his chest.
"Dominic wants to know if you'll come over to our house later tonight after we finish up the haunted house," Martin said, winking.
"Uh, yeah sure," Alfred said pulling out his phone again. "Lemme just tell my papa."
Martin smiled, "Okay! Meet me in the auditorium after you finish up. I have rehearsal so yeah, just meet me there."
Alfred nodded and texted Francis quickly. After slipping his phone into his backpack, he made his way to the gym, eager to start setting up the haunted house for Sunday.
The air around the blond seemed to lift, and his friend quickly asked him questions. He just shook his head, laughing and grinning, telling them it was a secret.
Knitez
October 29
Mathias rolled over onto his back, his brows furrowed in anger and confusion. He closed his eyes and fell into a sleep, too strong for words.
'Mathias, please don't give up on this,' His mother pleaded.
'And why shouldn't I?' Mathias asked.
'Because you'll let her win. I didn't want Luciano to die; I didn't want to close the portal. She made me,' His mother said.
'I don't believe you.'
'Fine don't believe me, but if you give up, God forbid, I won't hesitate to actually cut off all connection to the human world,' Scandinavia warned.
Mathias woke up in cold sweat. He fumbled with the sheets that were tangled around his legs. The shower was on, which meant Astrid was here. He combed out his tangled hair with his fingers. He made the bed and scribbled out a note to the Greenlander and left. He had a mission to do, and by all means, he would do it, and get it done properly.
Austin
7:18p.m
Alfred sat in the auditorium, watching Martin argue with some other girl. Lovino sat on the edge of the stage sewing a dress, smirking to himself. Alfred sat down in one of the chairs as the scene finished, and Martin came to get his things.
"Alfred, your here! Funny, didn't think you'd be done so early," Martin greeted. His cheeks were flushed red with excitement as he dug for his phone that was in his bag.
"Have fun?" The American asked walking over to Martin's car.
"Yeah! Despite hating everyone there, it's quite fun," Martin said.
"So, where are we going again? Your house right?"
"Not my house. We're going to Antonio's house, that we live in," Martin said, turning onto a dirt road.
"Why do you live near the woods?" Alfred asked.
"I really hope you can figure that out yourself..." Martin muttered.
Alfred gazed out the window at the blur of green trees. A river ran through the tall grass falling under a trail that led straight into the woods. Alfred inclined his head back to look at the trail again. It had been beaten down and was flat and smooth like cement. It was almost like someone or something ran on it on a daily basis. Martin sighed as he spotted a white car on the side of the road next to a large brick house.
"What's wrong?" Alfred asked.
"Nothing, that car is in my way. I can't put my baby in the garage."
Alfred pursed his lips as Martin parked on the side of the road. "So this is where Antonio lives?" The blond American asked.
"Yeah but its mainly taken care of by Dominic and me. Antonio doesn't really take care of it, which means it's basically owned by Dominic now," Martin explained getting out.
Alfred got out as well, staring at the two story home. The first floor was brick, and the second was wood. A garage attachment was also brick and peaked out from the right side. "How many bedroom and bathrooms does this thing have?" Alfred asked.
Martin clicked his tongue smiling, "It has four bedrooms on the first floor, with two bathrooms. A kitchen and living room to go with those four, three more bedrooms, a loft, one bathroom, and a family room on the second floor. This was built in like the 1800s; it was basically back then, a slave house. The garage was added in the 1920s before the Great Depression. Blah blah blah."
"Jesus Christ! How the hell do you afford this thing?" Alfred yelled.
Martin shrugged as he unlocked the front door and the duo stepped inside. Alfred's eyes widened and Martin shut the door. Dominic sat on the couch, shuffling a deck of cards. Other people sat around him, all on the floor around a coffee table.
"Martin!" Some girls screamed tackling the green eyed Argentinean.
"Oi, off the kid!" Dominic shouted. The girls let go of Martin and scurried back to their seats.
"Thanks," Martin said, as Alfred helped him up. "Everyone, this is Alfred Jones. He's a new friend of ours, okay?" Martin explained to the loud werewolves around the coffee table.
"Yes sir," They shouted in unison.
"Martin, show Alfred the little thing Manuel found," Dominic said.
"What thing?" Martin asked.
"Oh, that's right, you haven't seen it... Manuel show them," Dominic said, passing out the deck to the noisy werewolves. Manuel got up from his spot and motioned for the two blinds to follow him. They glanced at one another before shrugging and following the crow haired male.
Manuel walked down a flight of stairs and into a basement. Alfred followed cautiously with Martin bringing up the rear. Manuel turned on a light above their heads and a little girl in a ball, cowered in fear of the light hissing.
"I found her when travelling through Mexico. She's a vampire and was just left there on the road, the man who changed her gone," Manuel explained. Martin's eyes were wide. "She speaks English."
"And you brought her here?" He asked, voice shaking slightly.
"I had no choice. Antonio will be here later, so he's going to take care of her."
"And she's a v-vampire, isn't she?" Alfred choked out. Manuel nodded, motioning for the little girl to come closer.
"She's very nice. Alfred why don't you try talking to her?" Manuel suggested.
Martin bit his lip. Alfred took a deep breath, "Hi sweetie, what's your name?"
The little girl let a few tears escape her eyes as she answered, "Constance."
"That's such a pretty name, isn't it guys?" Alfred said. Martin and Manuel nodded. "My name is Alfred."
"You smell really good Mr. Alfred," Connie said.
Alfred laughed, "I do? Now I know what attracts Ivan to me. Anyway, where are you parents?"
"Dead."
Alfred gasped, his hands clenching into fists. Manuel looked away and Martin clenched his hair in a fist.
"Do you k-know how they d-died?" Martin swallowed. Constance shook her head.
"Connie, we're gonna get you some help, I promise, okay? Just be a good girl and stay down here okay?" Alfred told her. She nodded and Manuel turned off the light as the two blonds scurried up the stairs.
O.o Connie scares me
Translation:
Manuel! Oh mi amor, ¿cuándo la recupero? Oh mi corazón, mi tesoro, mi amor, te he extrañado! - Manuel! Oh my love, when did you get back? Oh my heart, my treasure, my love, I've missed you! - Spanish Yay! Second part should be out tomorrow. Please review!
