OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT'S SO LONG!
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of yaoi, child selling on the black market, a gross slightly descriptive werewolf transformation.
FUCK MY LIFE, IT'S SAD. ;_;
"Do I hear 2,000?" The auctioneer called out to the small room full of seemingly rich people.
"Sold, to the number 05!"
"Next we have a rare one. White hair, red eyes and 100% pure werewolf."
The man rolled the cage across the stage. A young albino boy looked out at the crowd of people wearing strange masks.
"Do I hear 1,500? Yes, 1,500. Do I hear 2,000? Anyone wanna go higher?"
Many people started shouting prices. Just then, the door to the room slammed open. Everyone grew silent and froze completely.
"10 million." The man who kicked open the door called. Everyone's jaws almost dropped to the floor.
"Sold!"
Gilbert walked next to the stranger, dressed in dirty white rags and his hands bound in shackles.
The whole walk up the driveway, the two stayed silent. Gilbert observed the man walking next to him.
He wore a long black cloak, and he wasn't that much taller than Gilbert. They soon approached a mansion.
"I wish to introduce you to the other members of the house." The man said in a much cheerier voice than earlier.
The doors opened to reveal many children dressed in nice clothing standing a few feet from the entrance. They all bowed at the same time.
"Welcome to our home." They said with smiles on their faces. The man standing next to Gilbert took off his hood.
His buyer had short blonde hair and kind violet eyes. "I forgot to introduce myself… my name is Tino."
The man named Tino began to introduce Gilbert to all the members of the house standing in front of them.
"This is Arthur, a fairy-vampire offspring. This is Francis, the offspring of a King Vampire. This is Antonio, another offspring of a King Vampire. And this is Feliciano and Romano, hellhound pups."
The man smiled at the others. "Everyone, this is Gilbert, a werewolf." Everyone greeted him in strange ways: hugs, smiles, and greetings.
"Uhh… hallo?" Gilbert looked at all the other kids confused. Tino's face fell slightly.
"Do you speak English?" Tino looked at the younger with worrisome eyes.
"Nein, mein name ist Gilbert Beilschmidt." The albino smiled softly, waving slightly to everyone.
Everyone in the room started murmuring. "Now children, be nice to Gilbert. Just because he can't speak English doesn't mean that you can't behave." All the others nodded to show they understood Tino's instructions.
"Good. Francis, Antonio, you're in charge of helping Gilbert around the house. He needs clothes and a tour. We'll all have dinner at 6:30, sound good?" Everyone smiled and nodded their heads.
"So your name is Gilbert?" The blonde boy asked the albino standing in the room with him.
"Ja." Gilbert answered the French boy, who stared at him in confusion. Gilbert stared back for a few moments. "Y-Yes?"
Francis smiled. "You're a quick learner huh?" Antonio called out from across the room.
Gilbert looked out the window to see a full moon. His skin paled even further. "Gilbert, are you alright?"
"Nein, nichtdu den Mond?! Ich werdezu verschieben!" Gilbert shrieked, before falling down on his knees in pain. He covered his ears with his hands and threw back his head, his scream slowly melding with another 'voice', a wolf howl.
He fell onto all his fours, his hair growing longer and longer every second. He looked up at the other two boys. His eyes almost completely black, except for a ring of red where his irises were.
The other two boys watched in horror as Gilbert's bones cracked and broke one by one. His arms and legs bending at weird angles, till they were shaped like a dog's.
The albino's skin started falling off, leaving red flesh exposed for all to see. His hair grew over the flesh, attaching to it somehow. Finally, there was nothing remotely human left, just a wolf sitting a few feet away from Francis and Antonio.
"Gilbert?" Francis choked out quietly. The wolf stared at him with his black and red eyes, then turned and started eating the skin that fell of his body a little while earlier.
The wolf shook his white fur and began slowly making its way across the room. It made its way to Francis, who was frozen in shock.
Instead of attacking, it put its head under Francis' hand. Francis began petting the animal and smiling when he realized that Gilbert was not a threat.
Ever since that night the three had been friends. Even though Gilbert could not speak English, he could understand what others were saying. He had lived at the house with the others for 3 years. (Now 10)
In those 3 years, however, Arthur had left to go find his family. Tino told them that if they wanted to, they could leave. But most of them didn't want to leave.
Little known to them, today was a day for drastic changes.
"Tino is giving birth!" Francis ran through the house yelling. Everyone dropped what they were doing and ran upstairs.
Sure enough, Tino was laying on the bed. His boyfriend Berwald was sitting next to him, holding his hand.
"It'll be alright Tino, you'll see."
Tino gave birth to twins. Everyone sat in awe at the two adorable babies. "Look Berwald, this one has your eyes." Sure enough, one of the babies had bright blue eyes.
Gilbert ran downstairs to look for a glass of water for Tino. He saw two people standing outside from the window in the kitchen.
He went to the door and opened it. One of the two was a child about Gilbert's age; the other was an adult whose face was hidden under a cloak hood.
Gilbert stared at the other child with violet eyes. They stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds before a sudden scream sounded throughout the house.
The werewolf's eyes widened and he ran back into the house. The house was on fire. Everyone from servants to creatures were running everywhere. Gilbert ran upstairs and into Tino's bedroom.
Berwald was nowhere in sight, but Tino was on the bed trying to shield the babies from the fire. He saw Gilbert and beckoned him to come over to him quickly.
"Berwald is helping the other children escape, please, take my babies somewhere safe!" Tino cried out over the cackling of the flames.
"Was ist mit dir?"
"I'll be fine, just run!" Gilbert held the babies close to his chest and tried to get downstairs to the front door, but the stairs were completely aflame.
Instead he went to his room. He looked around before deciding to climb out the window. As soon as he made his way to the window, the door broke down.
The man from earlier was standing in the doorway, now posing as a threat. "Give me the children!" The man shouted with anger in his voice.
Gilbert looked back at the window and back at the man. He had a scared expression on his face, but turned his back to the window and jumped, breaking the glass with his back.
He ran until his legs couldn't carry him anymore. He set the children down and sat down under a tree. It was the middle of the night; he had nowhere to go and no belongings, and two babies with him. He finally broke down and cried.
Then in the distance, down the dirt road he was following, there was a light. Slowly, Gilbert made his way to the light with the twins in his arms.
He collapsed on the doorstep. As a werewolf, he had better hearing then humans, so he heard what the people inside the house were saying.
"What was that noise Roderich?"
"Probably just the wind Eliza." From his place on the doorstep, Gilbert let out a dog-like whine.
"Did you hear it that time?"
"Yes, actually, I did." The door opened to reveal a woman with long brown hair and bright green eyes. She gasped and put a hand over her heart.
"Roderich, come see this." A few seconds later a man with brown hair and violet eyes stood next to the woman in the doorway.
"Are you alright?" The woman asked, causing Gilbert to furiously shake his head. The albino child tried to remember as much English as he could.
"Fire… everyone is gone… lost… help…" Gilbert managed to choke out before falling into darkness.
Gilbert woke up in a warm bed. He almost drifted back into sleep before jumping out of bed at incredible speed. The woman from earlier walked into the room.
"Ah, you're awake. Your siblings are sleeping in the living room near the fireplace."
"They aren't my siblings." Gilbert grumbled, shocking himself slightly because of how much English he spoke. The woman gave him a confused look.
"Then why did you carry them all the way to the middle of nowhere?"
"Because mein master asked me too." Gilbert answered, his voice getting choked up a little.
"Master? Are you a servant?"
"Ja… who are you exactly?"
The woman smiled softly. "My name is Elizabeta, my husband Roderich is downstairs watching the babies."
"Mein name ist Gilbert. What do you do for a living?"
"My husband and I are what they call Hunters." Elizabeta answered with a kind look on her face. "And don't worry, if we wanted to attack, we would have."
"Why didn't you then?" Gilbert asked, now completely tense and ready to dodge any attacks.
"Because we wouldn't dare harm children." Gilbert relaxed a little.
"Then you know what I am?"
Elizabeta nodded in response. "There was a mansion nearby here that took in supernatural children being sold on the black market. Do you know what your masters were?" Gilbert shook his head in response.
"One of them was human, but the other was a creature so great, that only it's own kind can kill it."
Gilbert's face fell. "Was Tino... human..." He mumbled to himself.
"You can stay as long as you need to." Elizabeta said before leaving the room
Gilbert only stayed for three days before grabbing the twins and leaving in the middle of the night.
He decided to travel to London, and find an Orphanage for the children he carried with him.
'It's to bad I can't care for them…'
When he reached the city, it was midnight, and there was a low fog on the ground. Gilbert grew his wolf fangs just in case of danger.
He looked up at a building across the street. It was large and made of dark grey bricks. He listened to the conversation inside the building.
"How many vampires did you find today?" He heard one of the people inside say.
'Ah, it's a Hunter safehouse…' He looked down at the sleeping children in his arms. '…Elizabeta and her husband were so nice to the Supernatural… maybe these Hunters will be the same?'
He approached the doorstep and set the babies down. Just as he did so, one of the children opened his sleepy eyes. The moment the baby's violet eyes met his red ones, Gilbert's heart melted. 'I can't give them up…' He decided. Suddenly, he heard people walking down the street laughing. He looked back at the baby who was staring at him silently. "I'm sorry." He whispered before knocking on the door and running across the empty street.
The door opened just as the people crossed by. A tall man picked up the babies and looked right at Gilbert.
He reacted the only way he could think of, he bared his fangs and ran.
Awww... Poor Gilbert. ;_;
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