NOTE: I tried to research Universities in Oldenburg that where around in the 1830's but couldn't find one…so…I just called it Oldenburg University…for those of you who DO know of universities in Oldenburg during that time, forgive me, I can be kind of an idiot at times.

ALSO!!: hajislover, thanks for reviews! And since you didn't know if Joel was into Biology or Anatomy and neither did I, I mentioned both! XD haha. Thanks again for the reviews you rock! Thanks also goes to Lattejazz, who loves me enough to read this crap haha.

CHAPTER TWELVE: Something wrong

Nathan stood near the small kitchen sink buttoning up his white dress shirt glancing back into the living room at the sleeping figure who snoozed soundly on the sofa. He let a small smile cross his lips before finishing up his buttons before peering through the curtains of the only window in the small apartment. Few people wandered the streets, it was late after all. He let the curtain fall before stretching feeling a few muscles in his neck and back pop before he let his arms fall to his side. He reentered the living room before sitting down on the edge of the sofa and simply gazed at the sleeping man. He gently brushed a few strands of brown hair from his brow before turning and gazing at a small vase of flowers.

'Oh, John…' He smiled as he remembered the first time he'd met John, and a few other individuals in the same day. 'That was a very busy afternoon.'

"Your interested in Biology and Anatomy?" He questioned while taking a sip of tea, coy smile upon his pale lips. "My, my…you do have your hands full." He stated looking up to the man sitting across from him. The man laughed.

"I do don't I? Well I am very interested in learning more about life, and more about the human body and how it works." He stated taking a sip of his own tea. Nathan leaned his chin on his hands while listening to the man. It was break, and Nathan had asked this lone man if he could join him before classes began again. The man was tall and strongly built, yet seemingly lean. He had cool half lidded blue eyes, giving him a wise look, if not slightly aloof. He had a light brown mustache and neatly combed brown hair. His name was Joel Goldschmid.

"So, are you an evolutionist?" Nathan questioned, causing Joel to look around a bit nervously before gazing at the blond.

"I'm what you could call an evolut-Catholic. But let's not speak about ones personal views, after all I don't want to get in trouble." Nathan nodded taking another sip of tea.

"True, true. Very well, since you are new, have you met any one you can relate to here at Oldenburg University?" Joel shook his head.

"No. I have yet to." Nathan gasped.

"Really? Well, if I find anyone whom I believe you could relate, I'll be sure to introduce you." Nathan stated before standing. Joel stood as well.

"It was a pleasure Mr. Goldshmid." He stated offering his hand. Joel accepted it and they shared a firm handshake.

"You to Mr. Mulher." Nathan smiled before picking up his coat and slipping into it before exiting the break room to make his way across campus to the only class he ever attended. Theater and arts. He entered the large staged room early, the professor, nor anyone else had yet to arrive. He shrugged off his coat and tossed it onto a cheap metal and cloth chair before crossing towards the stage and leaned against it. He lost himself in thought, but only for a moment for the sound of the door banging open drew his attention. A young man stood there panting, covered in snow, from head to foot, eyes wide, nose and cheeks pink, breath haggard.

"I'm late!? Am I late?!" He questioned as he took a step forward, door swinging closed behind him as he shrugged off his coat, snow falling messily to the floor. Nathan shook his head, slightly amused smile attempting to cross his lips. The man sighed loudly before walking over towards the water heater and resting his hands near it.

"Thank goodness." He muttered. Nathan cocked his head to one side. This man was a good height, lean, long, had light brown hair that clung to his face and neck with the dampness of the snow, and chocolate brown eyes. Nathan turned his attention once again to the rafters above, as he leaned against the stage.

"So, do you perform?" Nathan blinked before turning his attention back to the man, who'd turned away from the heater and had approached a bit.

"Yes, though I am more of a…director. I much rather enjoy watching performers." He stated with a smile.

"Oh really? I like to sing, and act…though I'm not very good." Nathan cocked an eyebrow.

"What makes you say that?"

"I've had some rough critiquing."

"From whom?"

"My father."

"Ah." Nathan stood up straighter.

"Your father doesn't like that fact his son's in theater?"

"His only son." Nathan nodded. He'd thought as much. Most Fathers hated what their sons became.

"Well, a parents critiquing does not count. Get up there." He ordered passing the man who blinked and gazed at him.

"What?" Nathan turned on his heal.

"Get on stage. I will be your critique."

"Ah…ok." The man mounted the stairs to the stage and gulped, Nathan stood back and waved a hand.

"Begin when ever your ready." The man nodded and took a breath.

"Sie stehen don't vertrauen you,me,we,us So we'll zufallen muß Anlaß es ist you,me,"

Nathan listened, the lyrics touching quite a cord with him, let alone the beautiful set of vocal cords that breathed them into being. This young man had a voice like any girls 'cupid'. This man's father was a hypocrite. Once the man had finished a slight flush crossed his cheeks and he fiddled with his fingers as he jumped off the stage, loosing balance only for a moment. Nathan clapped his hands.

"Bravo." He smiled approaching the younger man who continued to blush.

"You have quite a set of vocal cords there."

"You, you really liked it?"

"Yes. Very much so. I must say, the ladies must love your voice." He blushed again before turning away a bit.

"Umm…yeah…sure…" He said nervously scratching the back of his neck. Nathan cocked his head to one side before a mischievous smile crossed his lips.

"The ladies wouldn't know about your voice would they? They're not whom you'd like to sing to." The man jumped a bit before turning and gazing at Nathan. Nathan simply smiled.

"Don't feel bad. I could say we're in the same boat. Though most the girls only like me for my looks." The man smiled.

"That isn't hard to believe." Nathan's smile grew.

"My, my, are you flirting with me?" The man flushed again.

"No, no, no, no…" he sighed. "Yes."

"My names Nathan Mulher."

"Huh…oh, I'm John Coldbeck."

"John…strong name. Perhaps we could talk more often." John blushed.

"Y-yeah…I'd really like that…over tea…maybe?" Nathan simply nodded, not sure what had really drawn him towards this young man, the voice was a plus, but something else…something else was the pull.

Nathan glanced at John as he grumbled in his sleep and rolled over. Nathan smiled before standing up and crossing towards the door. He didn't bother to grab his coat, he wouldn't be gone long. He slid out silently, as not to startle his lover awake. The night was cold as it danced across his pale skin as he made his way through the streets. He didn't care, it felt good, simply feeling felt good. He continued to walk this way and that, not passing any one until he was nearing the town border. He paused as a growling could be heard behind him. He turned slowly and gazed at a rather large dog. The dog's eyes seemed to glow slightly, its thick fur bristled on its back, tail arched like a scorpions sting teeth bared as it barked and snarled at him, white foam slightly visible from the corners of its mouth.

"You know what I am…don't you?" Nathan questioned slight smile upon his lips. Most animals knew what he was, and tended to stay away from him, and the only reason this dog was brave enough to approach and bark angrily at him was because it was ill. Nathan closed his eyes momentarily before reopening them, his once blue eyes glowing red, brightly in the dark night. The dog's ears went back and it lowered its head tail tucking between its legs as a slight shredding sound could be heard followed by yelping that echoed on the night air.

Nathan reentered the apartment to see John sitting on the sofa. They looked at each other for a short moment before John glanced away. Nathan frowned. Things had begun to change with John, and Nathan wasn't sure what. John tended to become quieter and quieter, more distant after evenings such as these. Nathan shut the door behind him and entered the living room.

"Something wrong John?" He questioned. John shook his head.

"No." Nathan took a seat, John scooted farther over a bit slouching against the back of the sofa. He wore only his trousers, his torso shining slightly in the candle light. Nathan frowned slightly, he'd tried on a number of times to try and find out what was bothering the younger, and still John didn't tell him. Nathan sighed and stood up gazing hard down towards the man sitting on the sofa.

"I'm going to bed." He stated before turning to go to the other room, where a small matt lay upon the floor. John bit his lip and prepared to stop him, but didn't. He simply watched as Nathan exited the living room. Nathan pulled off his shirt and slid beneath the sheer blanket on the bed. He didn't have to sleep, but he knew if he was awake all the time questions would arise. He really didn't feel like explaining his being to John and then having to kill him. He sighed, he needed to find out what was wrong with John, other wise he'd need to leave, and hurting John even only slightly was not on his 'to do' list.

I absolutely love John he's so cute. NathanXJohn is one of my favs haha. Any way, the next chapter will be a little more enlightening…and yes, Nathan ate the dog!! Hey, it had rabies…it was better off dieing quickly, rather then a slow painful death! NOTE: I love animals and hate animal cruelty…but, hey…it had to happen.