Forev here with another chapter~ So, this one actually has TWO bits of foreshadowing that neither me nor Mariko planned. Weird. You shouldn't know what it is, but ya...it's there so keep an eye out for it. Warnings? I guess...drunk Gil, angry Gil, lots and lots of crazy Gil...pfft sounds like a song~ lawl. anyway, so here is chapter...ugh...12? 13? uhhh...ya...

Chapter 13

Ludwig had pulled over to the side of the road just a few miles out from the next town. He sat there, hunched over the steering wheel, and rubbing his temples as chaos erupted in the rest of the small vehicle. Mat, who was being held in a possessive yet uncomfortable hold by Gilbert, was asking softly over and over to 'please be let go of' as Gil fought with the other two. Francis rolled his eyes, "duh French blood makes you beautiful, just look at Mathieu." He was so sick of the others complaining about the 'boring' and 'lame' scenery of south eastern France. "Everything here is full of beauty; you are all just too uncultured to appreciate it!"

Gilbert scoffed. "If it's beauty you're looking for, than go east from here into Germany! The mother country has kickass landscapes and beer and that's all you need in life…besides a good fuck every now and again!" He squeezed slightly tighter around Mathew. Antonio shook his head. "It is in the country of passion where there is true beauty! Looking out at the Spanish landscapes under a vast sunset will take your breath away. Everything is hotter in Spain and that is where it really matters." Gil rolled his eyes. "Beauty and passion…is that all that-" he paused and cocked his head to the side as his mouth shut suddenly. His eyes darted to the left side of the car and his eyebrows furrowed. Gilbert's nose was working rapidly to detect the smell. "Fuck…fuck it, fuck it…" he glared at something out the window and released Matt. "No one leave this fucking car…got it?" He shifted and opened the door, slamming it shut. He folded his arms and glared at the other wolf. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

A tall blond emerged from the lightly wooded landscape, seeming to suddenly materialize out of thin air. Obviously a wolf, he stood with a medium frame in a nice sweater and slacks. He shifted his glasses up his nose, smirking at the albino. "Why Gilbert, tervist! Or should I say Zdravstvujte. It has been far too long my friend. Tell me, how are you these days?" The blond spoke with a heavy accent as he shifted slightly, leaning on one hip and cocking his head to the side to peer past Gilbert into the car. "Other wolves, eh? You're some kind of Alpha then?" he asked, smirking still.

Gil's frown deepened. "Fuck you and you didn't answer my question. What the fuck are you doing here and how the fuck did you find me? I don't give a fuck about him or you or any of those other poor bastards." He growled slightly, adding his point. He could sense the others were curious, but, if he could help it, he was going to make sure that Ivan stayed away from his pack, his brother and his lover. "And yes, I'm a fucking Alpha because I'm actually capable of taking care of myself and others unlike you, Ivan's little pussy bitch." Back in the car, Antonio was tense. It was instinct to react when a strange wolf wandered to close, so he made sure to keep an eye on what was happening in case Gil would need backup.

Eduard staggered back a bit, putting his hand on his chest, and in a mock voice whined, "Oh Gil, your words wound me! Is this how you treat an old friend? And hey I am perfectly capable of living on my own. I'm just not stupid like you. You think you can escape The Big Bad Wolf? Ha! I happen to know that someone like you is bound to mess up sometime and mess up big." He moved closer to Gil, looking into his eyes. "And hey, Ivan sent me to just...well 'locate you'. How I found you? You know, we're talking about Ivan! There is very little he doesn't know...but fuck if I'll ever figure out how he really does it. I mean, takes a lot to look after little runaway bitches like you." He ginned, saying the words clearly so the others in the car could clearly read the word 'bitch' from his lips.

Gilbert snarled, so close to losing his temper. If he lost it, then Toni and Francis would get involved, which he didn't want, but this ass was seriously asking for it. "Well then…you found me. Now get the fuck out of here. Go run back to your master with your tail between your legs like a good doggie and leave me the fuck alone. Tell Ivan to go fuck himself."

Eduard's expression changed, now serious. "Now you know very well I can't do that. Don't you remember? Or maybe...maybe you do. He trained you, God he made you. Don't you know that neither you nor I can escape him completely? He wants to see you and I am under orders." He looked back at the car again. "I smell that two are human. Snacks? Toys? What?" Ludwig meanwhile was watching their movements from where he sat in the car, unsettled by the newcomer's presence. Mat remained quiet and on edge, his stomach in knots as he waited for the situation to explode into something awful. "So...he's one of our kind, eh? Smell that Toni?"

That was it. Gilbert shot out and grabbed Eduard by the neck and slammed him into the ground. "You mother fucking son of a bitch!" Antonio and Francis were out of the car within seconds, not quite sure what to do, but there for Gilbert nonetheless. Gilbert squeezed, "You should just shut the fuck up about shit you don't understand! Those humans are none of your fucking concern!" He let his claws extend and his teeth sharpen. "That bastard let me be for four fucking years and now he suddenly has an interest in me?! Fuck that! Fuck him! And fuck you!"

Eduard struggled slightly against his grip for a few moments, careful to keep calm and collected rather than defensive or angry. After Gilbert was done talking he slowly pried away his fingers and slid out of his grasp, sitting up to look at the other werewolves with a teasing smile. "Oh I get it, must be 'friends' like that, huh? Kinky." He slowly got to his feet, avoiding Gilbert. "And these two are in your control, Mr. Alpha?" he asked with a mocking grin, extending his hand to the other two. Francis reluctantly shook his hand, not wanting to be rude. "Who are you again?" "Oh me? I'm Eduard, an old friend of your Alpha here. And you two are..?" "Francis", the wolf said carefully, feeling uncomfortable.

"I don't believe 'friend' is the right word, arschloch." Gilbert stated as Antonio frowned, but shook Eduard's hand also. "Antonio." Gilbert was fuming now, making him feel incredibly uneasy. Antonio lightly tested the air. Eduard did have a similar smell to Gilbert, the smell of their maker and scent of their original pack. It was rather fascinating to him and he was incredibly curious about Ivan, since Gilbert rarely spoke about his past, but under the current circumstances, he felt it best to join in Francis's unease and Gil's distrust for the stranger. Behind them, he noticed Ludwig and Matt, thoroughly perplexed and ready to attack if necessary.

Mat was sitting on his knees, pressed against the door with his hand on the handle. He was supposed to stay inside but by the way the others were treating the stranger, something was telling him he was more a foe than friend. He turned to Ludwig, "Ludwig, if the stranger is a wolf this could get dangerous. We should get our stuff from the trunk and give them support." Ludwig nodded but didn't move, his eyes still trained on the others. If they got out of the car and distracted them, the stranger may use that chance to attack. On the other hand if they were unarmed, then they were easy prey and the wolves would have no aid. Francis shifted uncomfortably to the side, eying Eduard's movements cautiously. "So, what do you say? Save us both some trouble and go see Ivan."

Gilbert narrowed his eyes. "Fuck no. I don't have time for this shit. We don't have time for this." He motioned to himself and his pack. "You can go back and tell that bastard to fuck himself and if I ever feel like gracing him with my awesome presence, then I might go see him. Till then, you can fuck off, Eduard." He kept his eyes on the other but addressed his pack. "Get back in the car, we have shit to do." Gilbert was fuming. Ivan wanted to see him…now? Really? They didn't have time for him to leave and find out what the bastard wanted. If the situation had been differ-no…he still wouldn't have seen him. Nope. That bastard was batshit crazy and there was no way in hell he was going to deal with him anytime soon. Antonio slowly backed up, but made sure to keep Eduard in his vision. He really did not like the look of anger that filled the other's eyes.

Eduard took a few steps back, realizing that the situation was getting out of control. "I'll warn you now; I was here to ask you nicely. Ivan is a few miles out, handling 'other business'. I was sent here to get you. You may not have a choice." He quickly moved back in time to dodge a punch from Gil, scared. "Hey now, don't you know it's not fair to kill the messenger?" Mat suddenly bolted from the car, popping open the trunk and drawing a knife from his back. He ran over to stand near Francis and Antonio, watching Eduard carefully. "You- uhg whatever!" Ludwig, whose plan was now ruined, shot out after him. "Gilbert, what's going on?"

Gilbert didn't take his eyes off Eduard. "Get back in the fucking car, Ludwig….Mathew…" No way in hell was he going to let his brother and boyfriend…humans…get anywhere near anything still in Ivan's clutches. Francis and Toni could take care of themselves, but not them. They needed to be kept safe. Protected. In reality, they didn't have time for this. They needed to find Alfred and the boys. The more nights that passed the more people died. The more nights that passed…the more they had a chance to get away. It was only a possibility that they were in France anyway. Just because they hadn't gotten any calls from anyone else didn't mean the vampires weren't elsewhere. It would be only strange luck that…brought…them? Wait…"Why is Ivan in France?"

"Why does Ivan do half of the things he does? How did he know you were here? It's like asking what the purpose of life is; the world may never know for sure." Mat jumped, startled by Gils outburst. He did as he was ordered and backed away to the car, though he didn't actually open the door. Ludwig joined him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder; he still had his eyes glued to the others. Francis moved to stand in front of the humans protectively. "Gil...if it's really so bad we should go. We have things to do and we are only here on a hunch. If we move quickly there may not be any problems on either side."

Gilbert growled but otherwise nodded. "Ja…let's get the fuck out of here." He finally turned his back on Eduard and roughly opened the door, almost ripping it off completely. He watched Francis and Mathew slide in and Ludwig get back into the driver's seat. Antonio backed around the car and hopped back in the passenger seat. Gilbert groaned and glared back at Eduard. "Stay away from me. If any of you come looking for me again, I will fucking kill you. No talking, no warnings. I will change and rip out you heart. Stay away from me, my pack and the humans." He turned back around and slide into the seat. "Start the goddamn car." He slammed the door and flipped Eduard off one last time before they drove off.

Eduard stood there on the side of the road, watching as they drove away. "See Nattie, they didn't listen. We tried."

In the car, Mat and the others sat in silence. He stared out the window, trying to lose himself in his thoughts of random, meaningless things rather than his million questions and worries. He was nervous, or rather afraid. He wanted to ask Gilbert about everything, his life before and about the dangers around them, but knew now was not the right time to do so. Ludwig sat in a more angry silence, trying very hard to keep quiet rather than tear his brother a new one for keeping things from them. Francis finally piped up. "Ludwig, make a turn up on the left here. That will take up into the next town. If I'm not mistaken, another wolf is in this area. She might be able to tell us if vampires have come through here."

Gilbert frowned but didn't say anything. Did they really have to meet with another wolf? Really? Gott, he really was a freak wasn't he? He was a werewolf that hated other wolves. Francis and Antonio were the only ones of their kind that he was cool with. Cool enough to let them into his awesome pack. A loner pack. Antonio's Elana had a habit of being clingy to the Spaniard. Whenever she got involved, the bitch would try to get Toni back and that pissed Gil off so much. Francis didn't really explain why he left, but he knew his maker had to have held him back in some way. And Gilbert…he hated Ivan. He hated his maker. The man had stalked him, kidnapped him and then bitten him on the worst possible day. He was a great bastard and Gilbert didn't want anything to do with him…ever…again. The last thing he wanted was to get his new pack involved with him. The even more last thing he wanted was for his brother and lover involved. He knew they would ask questions, but now was not the time. They could deal with Ivan only when they had to.

Ludwig drove slowly down the rather crowded streets. It was lunch, and though it was a small town everyone was out. He pulled off to the side, parking. He sat still in his seat, trying to collect himself before he said anything. Francis spoke, "hey, so I'm going to find her. Its lunch time, so why don't you all find a nice restaurant. I will bring her and meet you all there later, okay?" He quickly made his exit, feeling much better after having left the tense atmosphere of the car. Mat was tempted to go after him, but stayed put. He just needed to be away from all of this for a bit. With a sigh, he tapped Ludwig on the shoulder as he addressed him and the others, "let's get out then..."

Antonio practically jumped out of the car. It had been getting too thick with tension for his liking. The four of them walked the sidewalk in hopes of finding a restaurant that would fit their tastes. The Spaniard mused at how strange the past few days had been. First a vampire comes into town and turns Lovino and Feliciano. Then Ludwig and Mathew show up and finally admit that they are hunters while the truth about their wolf sides came to light. Then it's proven that said vampire is Mathew's brother, Alfred. Now they're teamed up and in France where they ran into Gilbert's old pack and Francis is meeting up with a wolf from his past. It was just too weird. What else could possibly happen? How much more weirder could it get. Something deep within his mind told him that it would get much, much worse. During his musing, they found a small café and decided to relax there.

Mat quickly sat down at one of the round tables, grabbing a menu from the center. His French was rather good and he figured he would have to translate most of it for the others. Ludwig sat next to him, looking over the menu, and just able to make out most of what it said with his limited French. "So, do either of you know Francis's friend?" Mat asked softly, trying to make small talk.

Francis, meanwhile, was just then arriving at the home of said friend. She was actually a distant relative, and though they got along well they didn't really bond until after finding out the other was also a wolf by pure chance. He knocked on the door, and after a few moments she answered. A tall woman with long blonde hair in a braid stood there, her glasses slowly sliding down her nose. She was dressed nicely with a ribbon in her hair. "Francis!" she said with a smile, hugging him.

Antonio shrugged. "No, we mostly avoid other wolves. They just cause too much trouble for us, since we all deserted our old packs. Other wolves don't usually think very highly of us. I do believe though that she is a distant relative that he thinks very fondly of." He smiled at Matt. "It seems you entire family is somehow connected to the supernatural. It is rather weird, but then again, so is running into your past every few hours." He glanced at Gil, who was still lost within his own inner mind. He sighed. "I still can't get used to this though; being so open with you both about this. It's still…odd. Now we don't have to hide or hold anything back, you know? I'm sure you've noticed some of our…strange habits from before and can understand them better."

Mat nodded, averting his eyes away from Gilbert. He always had issues not looking at the man, after he was his boyfriend not to mention so darn cute! But it was problematic as well. Right now what he wanted was to look over and meet Gilbert's eyes, to hear him say 'it'll be okay'. But now whenever he looked over he saw that

Gil was in another place; that is in another place in his mind, far away from Mat. He tore his eyes from him again, trying to concentrate on something else. "Yes, there are a few things I understand now. For instance, why you and Francis ever listened to my brother," Ludwig said, seeming to mentally facepalm at the thought of Gil leading anyone. Irresponsible and often illogical, he could hardly conduct himself, let alone others.

Francis sat down on the love seat in the living room, the young woman walking just past him to the stairs. "My goodness, how long it's been Franny. Just give me moment to clean up and we'll go to see the others right away." Francis leaned his head back, his eyes meeting hers, "are you sure you're okay with this, Faustine? He is my alpha...and you know we aren't so well liked." "Oh posh! I've no issues with anyone that would be so kind to you, Francis. I care for you no matter what, and as long as he is respectful to me, I have no reason to dislike him." Going up to her room to get ready, Francis let out a sigh. I can only hope he can be at least that right now...especially after Eduard's visit. He's hardly in his right mind... Bounding down the stairs, Faustine pulled on his arm. "Come, it's rude to keep your pack waiting!"

Antonio laughed at that. "Oh Ludwig, your brother's not that bad. He makes an excellent friend! Besides, when we decided to make a pack, we let him be in charge. Neither of us wanted it and Gilbert had the potential so it all worked out. " He smiled. A waiter came over and they ordered two beers for the Beilschmidts and coffees for himself and Matt. They remained silent until the Frenchman brought out their drinks. Antonio smiled when Gilbert sighed and reached for the glass. It was slow, but at least he was coming back to reality. Gilbert just about downed the whole thing in one gulp. He needed a break from all the bullshit. A nice long bre-he paused and his eyes immediately spotted Francis approaching with a slender blonde. His eyes narrowed slightly as he scrutinized her. Sure she was related to Francis and he seemed to trust her completely, but after the past few days, who could blame the Prussian for being paranoid.

Francis held open the door for Faustine, catching up to her after she entered, and took her arm to lead her to their table. "Sorry to keep you waiting, but as you know I am always fashionably late~ This is my cousin, Faustine. You remember her, don't you Mathieu?" Mat stared at he a moment, and then it finally clicked. He had talked with her at a family gathering when he was in middle school. At had been quite a few years but he did remember her. "Ah...Faustine. Yes I do remember you, it's been years." Mat rose from his seat, smiling brightly as Faustine pulled him into a hug. Ludwig rose to great her as well. "Nice to meet you miss, I'm Ludwig. I'm a friend of Mat's."

Antonio rose also. "Hola~! I'm Antonio. Francis's er…friend." He glanced around the room, not wanting to say anything that would give them away. Gilbert didn't get up, but continued to stare at her. "Gilbert, his other…friend." She seemed well enough, but his instinct was still screaming to protect his pack form the potential threat of the strange wolf. He really couldn't explain why, but he really disliked other wolves. It hadn't been much of an issue before but now it seemed to be becoming a constant problem. Antonio pulled up two extra chairs and they all sat back down. "So," Antonio began. "Do you know of any…others who have crossed through here?"

Faustine chuckled, "Oh dear, I know you two are his packmates. Don't worry, I'm no threat to you and I will tell no one you have come anywhere near here. It's safe. As for others I assume you mean other wolves. No, I go out of my way to meet with other wolves and, believe me, none have any reason to come down here. It's too out of the way, more of a nuisance than anything to go out into the country." Mat sat quietly, looking down at the floor. It was as though the world had turned upside down. Toni was right, it was crazy to have so many people in his family connected with the supernatural. And he never even knew it. Hearing her talk about this so openly... "Are you in a pack as well?" Ludwig asked, engaged in the conversation. "Oh yes, but we are more of a book club really. Meet once a week, discuss things, bring up important topics and issues, eat lunch, and then go home. Really until the full moon we rarely spend more than a few hours at a time together." "We didn't mean other wolfs, Faustine. We meant...fangs," Francis said softly. Faustine turned to him quickly, a look of surprise on her face. "Really? I never would have thought...it's just that I haven't seen one in years is all. They stay mostly to the big cities further west."

Antonio blinked at her, frowning. "So, basically any city that isn't in this bottom half of the country? Do you know happen to have an idea of how many live in France? You see, we're looking for three specifically and we'll need to find them as soon as possible." That wasn't very good. They needed to know where they were and now there were so many options. "I'm going to guess, if they're in a huge city in the general area you suggest, it would be Paris or Marseille. If we're talking just cities, then we can include Nice. Do you have any suggestions that would help us?"

"Well, they like areas with lots of tourists. Tourists go missing all the time, especially ones from overseas, and their lack of general knowledge that may save a Frenchman due to familiarity is something foreigners lack. I have to be careful when I go into Paris especially; people go there from all over to visit for whatever the reason. I would go there to start a search." She turned then to the server, and she and Francis ordered. "Ahh, well it's wonderful to meet you all~ And Mat it really has been too long." "Yeah..." he said softly, trying to smile. This really was too weird.

Antonio smiled. "And it was really great meeting you also. I have never really heard of a pack that behaved as you do. It's rather strange, no? Of course, who are we to talk? All three of us left our original makers and formed this strange group." He laughed. Gilbert sighed and took another long drink from his beer. It wasn't German, but it wasn't that shitty American kind either, so he was dealing. She had said that there hadn't been any vamps or wolves coming through. That left him with a bad taste in his mouth since Eduard told him Ivan was, in fact, here…or at least near here. Then again, apparently, her pack didn't really communicate very well. Maybe they just didn't know what horrors were on the edge of their territory…maybe even in their boundaries. He leaned back and looked her straight in the eyes. "You're sure that there hasn't been any thing in or traveling through your territory?"

Faustine leaned back in her chair, the server putting a bottle of wine on the table and two glasses for her and Francis. "My senses aren't so poor, dear. However, they are limited. Nothing has happened in this area, I can tell you that. Now, in two days I'll be meeting with the others as usual, and occasionally they do mention a sighting or a feeling. If they are around here or even passed through, it wasn't on my end, and I don't speak for my pack as a whole." Francis poured wine for Faustine and himself, relaxing in a chair next to Mat as he sipped. Faustine was getting defensive now, and Gilbert's edginess wasn't helping.

Gilbert stared at her with an annoyed face that was slowly starting to become angry. "Well, would you mind contacting your members today? It's kind of fucking important. The more time we waist bullshitting like this, the more people are going to fucking die by the vampires. Not to mention shit of a different kind just got worse since apparently there's another wolf somewhere in your territory that's fucking insane and I would rather we get the as far as fucking possible from him. So it'd be great to know if he or any other fucking wolves are in the area." He was still leaning back in his chair, but his body was tense. His eyes were hard and completely serious, focusing entirely on Faustine.

Faustine sniffed, turning from him and folding her arms. "Rude, the least you could do was say 'please'. I know what's happening, don't treat me like an idiot. I don't know where they all are but hey, I have a car. Feel free to drive around the whole damn country side and find them by sense. I'm sure you will fine at least two by sundown." Francis sat up, setting his glass on the table. He could see where this was going, and it wasn't pretty. Ludwig had been quiet the whole time, trying to take everything in and work out some kind of plan. The fact remained that only three of them spoke adequate French and only two of those three knew the area well enough to not get lost. It would be slow, but it was the only option. "How about this," Ludwig started, "I will take the car and set out a few miles with Toni. We will check a few of the farther towns while the rest of you check the neighboring areas. It's not thorough but it's better than doing nothing. We can scan a bit tomorrow after we have had some rest and, if we still don't get a solid lead, we will rely on your next meeting, Faustine." Faustine, looked to Ludwig a moment before turning her attention to her wine. He's good...wonder what alpha boy thinks about all this. Mat stirred uncomfortably in his chair, not liking the tension.

Gilbert stared at Ludwig in horror. "Maybe a few hours ago that would have been a great fucking idea, but not now. Can you not understand how dire it is that we get out of here? Not even for Alfred anymore but because of Ivan? If he's here, then I have to get the fuck out as soon as possible. I refuse to go anywhere near that bastard and if he wants to see me, then there a huge possibility he'll come here and I am not letting my pack get involved with him or letting my little brother, who's still a fucking human for Christ sakes, anywhere near him! The same goes for Mathew! We are either leaving now or in an hour, but we are NOT staying here till tomorrow!"

Ludwig stood, looking onto his brothers eyes. "This could be our only chance to find them. This is the best option we have. We have no idea if Ivan is getting closer, or further, or if he was near here in the first place. Can you sense him? Because no one else can. Working off what we know and what we can do, what would you suggest is the best course of action?" Ludwig spoke calmly, letting out his rage in his words. He was more frustrated, having no idea who Ivan was or even why he was such a big deal. Regardless, they were getting nowhere. Mat finally stood, sick of the tension. I'm so sick of him trying to give us orders without giving us reasons! He isn't helping anyone... "I'm going for a walk," he said quickly, pushing in his chair and walking briskly to the door. The server finally came with their food, Ludwig sitting down upon his arrival. "I'll go talk to him," Francis said softly, giving Faustine's shoulder a good squeeze before getting up to go after Mat.

Gilbert watched the two leave and mentally cursed himself. It all seemed to end up being his fault. He let Alfred get away with the Italians. He hadn't told his brother anything about his life. Now Ivan Braginski was here for him. He groaned and crossed his arms. His red eyes met Ludwig's blue in defeat. "Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want." He grabbed his beer again and finished it before getting up and heading over to the bar. Antonio watched all of this and let out a sigh of relief as the tension seemed to lesson slightly. He lightly cleared his throat. "Well…uh, so…I was thinking that maybe, going on what the lovely lady here says, we should maybe try the large cities. Possibly Paris, since it's the most popular city in all of France."

Ludwig and the others ate then, chatting quietly to ease the tension. Ludwig finished his food before the others. He looked to Antonio, "I'm going to...talk to him." He slowly made his way over to his brother, who had downed quite a few drinks in the time he had been over there. Beer after beer had been downed leaving a large collection of empty mugs on either side of him. Ludwig sat in the chair beside him, ordering a drink. "So, Gilbert, calm down? Want to tell me what's going on?" Taking a long sip of his beer he finally turned to meet Gil's eyes. "Well?"

Mat continued down the side walk, almost jogging as Francis called after him. "Now you wait just a minute! Mathieu!"

Gil looked over at him and chuckled. "Hey, West. Gott, I think it's been too long since we've been drinking…" he paused. "Have we ever gone drinking together? I…don't think we have." He sighed and finished his current glass. "I think…I think I need another one." The bartender brought another, but with a questionable expression on his face. Gil shrugged and started in on it. "I guess…you want to know about…uh, Ivan, right? The bastard…the stalking, insane, fucked up bastard." He sighed again. "I think I had been in…Poland. He found me and completely stole me. I had no idea. Kept me for a few days and decided he liked me for more than just food. Turned me the day of. Arschloch…he just….he's insane. Thinks he owns me. Pfft! I'm too fucking awesome for his ass! Can't handle the Gilbert of Awesomeness!" He took another long drink, giggling to himself.

Ludwig frowned, watching with increasing concern as Gilbert continued to 'chug a lug'. So Ivan is the one that turned him. Makes sense, after all it was during that time...He took a sip of his own drink before putting down money to pay for the drinks. He grabbed Gilbert's arm. "Let's go Gilbert, you have had far too many. Eat something, and have some water or you will get a hangover." He tried to pry his brother from the bar as said brother slouched forward a bit, making things even more difficult for Ludwig. Faustine watched from the table a few feet away, able to hear only bits and pieces of what Gilbert had said. "He like this often?" she asked Toni, sipping on her wine.

Toni shrugged. "He's German…or Prussian as he has dubbed himself. That should be enough to explain Gilbert. "We all have our moments. It's just been rather rough on him lately. I'm not sure how much Francis has told you, but…we were rather close to the boys who have now become vampires. By your own cousin, in case you didn't know. Alfred." He spat the name out. "Gil blames himself since this happened right under our noses and, him being the Alpha, it was his job to get rid of the threat. We couldn't though…and now there are innocent humans dying. Now, it's a race to find them and we're not even sure they're here. It doesn't help that Gil's insane and obsessed maker is now apparently after him. He has not told me much about it, but rumor does spread and with a name like Ivan Braginski…it's hard to imagine what he went through."

Faustine frowned, resting her chin in her hand as she further studied Gilbert from afar, sipping her wine. "Ivan Braginski, huh? I swear I have heard that name before. A real 'heavy hitter' from what I hear. So he turned Gil there? Poor guy..." She turned to face Toni now, curious. "So, who turned you? Anyone fun? I'll tell you I was turned by some wolf on a trip up in the north east and wasn't a part of a pack until I joined the one out here."

Ludwig sighed, putting his arms under Gilberts in an attempt to pull him up and off of the bar stool. "C'mon bruder, you're drunk. Let's go. We can rest at Faustine's probably." Ludwig, though having a better understanding of his brother's situation, was not pleased in the slightest about dealing with him like this in public. "We need to find Francis. Aren't you worried about Mat?"

Antonio laughed. "'Fun' is an interesting word choice. I was turned by a beautiful young lady named Elana Montez on accident back in Spain. She was out hunting with her pack and came upon me. A pack mate felt encourage to kill me, but she stopped them. It wasn't her intention to bite me, but she did. So, she helped me along until I decided I wanted to explore a bit. We still have each other's numbers just in case, but she has this nasty habit of constantly trying to reclaim me. It pisses Gil off to no end." Gilbert groaned and looked over at Ludwig. "Kesesese~ Matt's havng funo? He gets to seeda s-sexy me!" He hiccupped slightly. "Not like dat Russian bastard! He…He wrapped me uh…five times but it's that! No more!" He waved his hand around dramatically. "Well…not beer…I wannaother!"

That's it, I'm done! Ludwig forcefully pulled Gilbert off the bar stool. "Gilbert, get a hold of yourself," he said softly, trying to control his temper. "It isn't safe, even if Francis is with him. We should go, all of us, and get some rest." Just as he was pulling a struggling Gilbert to the door, Francis walked in, pulling Mat in behind him. Mat walked back to the table, sitting down beside Faustine, who acted as though everything was normal. Francis walked over to them, looking quizzically to Gilbert. "Little too much to drink there, Gil? So uncivilized. Tut tut, this is France! Have some class." Ludwig shook his head, guiding Gilbert to Francis. "You talk to him...I'm not sure I can help him."

Gilbert laughed and then stared at Francis, narrowing his eyes. "Yano, you look kinda like muder…if she had a beard…and wasa man. Yano?" He shrugged and tripped over to the table, sitting down in the first empty seat he saw, which was next to Matt. "Birdie! There ya are! I thought you left. Kesesese~ y-you know…your sexy. With your pussy hair an quiet voice and slim hands and the way you scream during sex. I luv you so fukin much!" Antonio blinked at him. He noticed that there were some humans around them that were beginning to notice the loud German, which wasn't good. "Gilbert, maybe we really should take you somewhere else…"

Mat looked to Gilbert, shocked. "G-gilbert!" Red faced, he turned away, noticing the attention their table was quickly getting. "C'mon Gil, that's private. If you really like it so much we can do that, later. If you keep this up we won't do that ever again." Ludwig moved behind his brother, trying to pull him up from the chair and away from Mat. Faustine stood, motioning to Mat to join her. "Francis dear, you and the others are welcome to stay the night at my place. Like I said my advice is to head to Paris in the morning. That is, if your friend can take it with the monster hang over he is bound to have." Francis nodded, walking over to help Ludwig with Gilbert, "thank you Faustine."

Antonio released a tired sigh. "Gracias. I know he may seem like a difficult person, but he is really a rather good friend." He watched Ludwig drag his brother out of the café. "And thank you for the help. Paris…it is a smart idea. Lovi's never been. I'm sure Feli will have wanted to see the Eiffel Tower and the lights." He thought a moment. "It's where I would have taken them if we were in France." Both Italians had always been impressed by shiny objects, much like himself. He was almost sure that they would have immediately wanted to see Paris once they arrived in France. He turned to Matt. "Mathew…are you ok now?"

Mat nodded, shaking his head. "He's been drunk before but...he has never been like this in public before...all these people..." he blushed hard, trailing off. Faustine took his hand, guiding him up from his seat and to the door. Francis hung back for a moment, waiting for Toni, and the two walked a bit further behind Mat and Faustine. "Toni...did he say anything? I mean, was he loud before I showed up? I caught up with Mat, talked to him. He's pretty overwhelmed by all of this, and Gil's sudden change in attitude hasn't helped. He's scared and I'm sure Ludwig is, too. We have kept a lot from them." Mat and Faustine caught up with the brothers. "Gil...are you okay?" Mat asked worriedly.

Antonio shook his head. "He was at the bar talking with Ludwig. Of course this was after Ludwig let him loosen up by getting drunk. He was vague about Ivan kidnapping him and turning him. Then he had a few more and…" he gestured to the gilbert before them. "Now he's slurring words." Gilbert wrapped an arm around Mat's shoulder and leaned in. He captured the blonde's lips with his own, somehow managing to still be gentle. When he pulled back, he softly slid his thumb over Mat's lips. "You have such lovly lips. I hope I'll geto…kiss them again."

Mat stared at him, confused. "Gil...really you will be able to. Why wouldn't you be able to? I'm right here...I'm not going anywhere," he said softly as he gently put a hand to Gilbert's face. Francis shook his head, he and Faustine standing off to the side. "I don't know however he can drink so much." Faustine chuckled, "I seem to recall a rather wild Christmas party a few years back when you-" "That's not the point," he cut in sharply, turning his nose up, only for her to elbow him in the side. "Come now, let's get into the car." Ludwig said, trying to take charge. They were finally able to get Gil into the car, Mat pulling him in close so that he would sit still.

Gil closed his eyes and rocked his head back and forth, randomly humming tunes that popped into his head before he burst into his trademark laugh. "Don't yagree?" Antonio turned and blinked at him, completely use to him being drunk. "You didn't actually speak your statement, Gilbert. What are we agreeing with?" "I'm fuking awesome!" Toni smiled and shook his head. "We already know that, Gil." "Pfft! Kesesese~ Evryone fuking knows! So just…agree!" His head flopped onto Mat's shoulder. "Ya know? I'm so awesome, imma kick that…that bastard's ass." He sighed. "When we find him, imma rip is dead heart out and…and throw id away! Kesesese~! He'll wish he'd nevr been uh…reborn!" Toni paused and looked back at him. "Reborn?"I thought he was talking about Ivan… "Ya! Unborn. That blonde, blue eyd freak. Gott…poor Feliciano. He…he used ta be soooo cute! Now he's just fuking creepy. And Lovino's even more of an ass and now just complety dangerous! …sory, toni, but…is true…"

Francis sat up front, Faustine partially sitting on his lap, and Ludwig in the driver's seat. Faustine frowned, looking to the back to face Gil. "You knew them pretty well, huh?" Francis cringed as she spoke, at that moment an image of Feli flashed through his mind. Faustine hadn't known the 'victims' but they had, very well. Ludwig stared hard at the road in front of him, trying to rid himself of the less than happy thoughts. It was late, and these things tended to affect him more after he drank a bit. He could never say it out loud but losing the boys, especially in this way, was devastating. Now, knowing what he had to do to 'save' him, only made this 'mission' harder. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like for Toni in all of this, let alone Mat. "Hey," Mat cut in, "he's still my brother you know."

Gil shrugged nonchalantly. "Your bruder's a dick." He closed his eyes and snuggled into the blonde's shoulder. "Like Ivan…I wanna see them both go fighting to thdeath. Take care of evrythng. It totally fucking would. Stupid kidnapin, murderin, wrapist fucktrds…doin things to people that don wanna it don but day do it anyway and getting away with ir by runnin and hidin until they need somtin. Then they just fuking call you back likea dog an demand ur awesome presence. He wont fukin get it. he'd half to come and…take me…kikin and screaming…drag me back…won't happen. Won't happen…" he paused and Antonio thought he might have fallen asleep, but then he spoke one last time. "He's gunna…kill…me if he…finds me…"

Mat pulled Gilbert in closer, hoping to quiet him somehow. He didn't want to hear any more of this. He was having trouble keeping it together as it was, and arguing with Gil in this state would get him nowhere. "It's...it's okay Gil just don't think about it...you need to rest for now...I-I've got you Gil," he said softly into his ear. Francis smiled, there he was. The gentle Mat he knew, not the fearless, dangerous hunter but a kind and sweet soul. Faustine giggled, looking to them with a smile. So cute. Ludwig could still feel the tense atmosphere, even if it was slightly lessened. Suddenly, Ludwig slammed on the breaks, swerving to the side. "Did you see that? That figure run across the road? I thought I recognized it... I didn't hit it did I?"

Antonio froze immediately. He knew that scent now. "Eduard." He whispered. Fuck, they really were after Gilbert. He watched Gil's nose wrinkle slightly. "Whas that smell?" Toni ignored him and got out of the car. He didn't see him, but he sure as hell smelled him so the bastard was still there. He heard Francis and Faustine get out also and turned to face them. Gilbert was still in Mat's hold asking what was wrong. Was is smart to tell him? He'd figure it out anyway, but… Footsteps sounded from behind him and Antonio whipped around to face the other wolf. Gilbert maneuvered his head so he could see better. His vision spun but he could clearly make out the other and frowned. "Tha pussy again? Fuck evrythin." He tried to get out, but Mathew tightened his hold.

"Gilbert please c'mon! Your drunk, just stay here," Mat insisted, holding on to Gilbert tight. Ludwig turned to Mat, "be careful, remember he's stronger than you think!" Ludwig unbuckled his belt and lent over into the back seat to help Mat try to restrain a struggling Gilbert. There was no reasoning with him now. Faustine stood beside Francis as Toni approached the stranger. "He's a wolf...you've met him before?" "Oui," Francis replied, his eyes locked onto Eduard. "His name is Eduard and it seems he is in Ivan's pack. He's come here to try to get Gilbert to meet with Ivan for some reason...I don't trust him." Eduard stepped forward. He really was alone this time, and a fight would not be in his favor, but he was going to try again. "How nice to see you all. Thanks for not hitting me by the way."

"Anytime, now, please do tell us what you want this time. If it's Gilbert…he's not coming. We made that clear earlier and I cannot go against his wish as Alpha and my friend. Maybe if you could actually explain what Ivan wants, then maybe we can talk about this, but not now." Gilbert growled, letting a little of his wolf out. He really didn't like this. Fuck that it was Mathew and Ludwig. He didn't give a shit. No one held him down when he didn't want to be. Fuck that! "LEMME GO! FUK OF!" He twisted and managed to shove Mathew back, making his slide across the seat. He then turned to Ludwig, slightly stronger, but still not strong enough. He elbowed him in the chest, making his grip loosen. Seconds later, he stumbled out the door and onto the street.

Ludwig held his chest, wheezing from the hit. "G-..go Mat...after him..." Coughing, he slid back into his chair, trying to catch his breath. Mat was holding his head; his had hit the window pretty hard when he had been shoved. He nodded weakly, "gottcha, Ludwig." He crawled across the seat and out to the trunk, trying to quickly secure a weapon for protection. Francis saw Gilbert running toward him. "Gil, wait! Come on now Gil just stop." He moved out in front of him, trying to keep him from Eduard. "We will handle this quickly and then go to Faustine's, okay? Please Gilbert." Faustine looked to Toni. "Toni, what do we do? This is getting out of hand." Eduard chuckled, and Faustine turned to him. "This isn't a good time, just go! If you want to talk we can meet you later." "Oh, why? I'm right here now. You lot seem good and ready, so..." he smiled, looking to Gil.

Gilbert plowed into Francis, who was stronger than Ludwig and Mathew had been, thus completely stopping Gil. He struggled in the Frenchman's grip screaming slurred German profanities that absolutely no one understood. Antonio felt like he was drowning in Gilbert's anger towards the other wolf. He glared at Eduard. "Are you fucking stupido? Do you have a death wish? Get the hell out of here! Now is not the best time to be a cocky bastardo!" "You mother fucking pansy ass piece of shit!" In the blink of an eye Eduard was on the ground and Francis was gripping his stomach where Gilbert had hit him. The Prussian's was straddling Eduard, letting his fist indent the man's face while his sharpened nails were digging into the flesh on his neck. "I told you to stay the fuck away and you didn't! Now, I'm going to kill you."

Eduard gasped and struggled against the albino man, not expecting the force he had put out. He got his feet against Gilbert's chest, trying to shove him off as the pounding continued. "Gah! Th-uh hell," he cried out in pain, unsheathing his own claws to rip at Gilbert's upper arms. Francis staggered back, falling back onto his ass. "Gilbert!" he called out to him weakly. Faustine ran to Francis. "No! Faustine...got to Toni. Get him away from Eduard!" She looked reluctantly to Toni before nodding to him and running to the wolf. Oh God, what do we do? Mat, having grabbed a silver knife from his bag, shut the trunk. He was feeling a little dizzy as he ran, but he pressed on. "Toni, I can help!"

Gilbert snarled as Eduard slashed his right arm, momentarily stopping his consistent punching. Antonio quickly looked back at Mat. "No, Mathew! You and Ludwig, don't get involved!" He turned back to Gilbert and grabbed him from behind, yanking him off. They both fell as Faustine went to Eduard. Antonio shuddered as he looked at Gil. His wolf's teeth were out, his claws had grown and his red eyes were brighter. Gilbert was only a few minutes away from possibly changing. "Gilbert, stop! Think of Mathew! Ludwig! If you change, then you'll hurt them! If you change, you might accidently turn them!" His own memories were flooding into his mind. It was a situation like this where he was bitten. He knew Gil would never forgive himself if Mat of Ludwig got turned.

Mat froze in place, unsure of what to do. "Mathieu," Francis called from the ground. "Go, use that as protection and get back to the car." Mat rant to him. "Let me help you up first, Francis." "Thank you, Mathieu." After Mat got him to his feet, still holding his chest, he ran over to help Toni. "Gilbert just calm down. You don't need to kill him right now." Faustine put her hand gently to Eduard's face, examining him. "Oh God, some of the bones in his face are broken..." Eduard was barely hanging on to consciousness, struggling to understand what she was saying. Ludwig, having caught his breath, was trying to keep himself at the car, holding back every instinct that told him to help somehow.

Their words entered Gil's ears, but he still struggled against Antonio. Images flashed before his eyes that fueled his anger. "You are perfect, da? I believe you will make an excellent leader." When Gilbert next opened his eyes he was met with a pain that traveled through his body like a live flame that seared his nerves, but the pain never stopped. He had screamed in agony, but no one had done anything. He saw Eduard, with Toris and Ravis, just…staring at him, while he writhed naked on the floor. His shoulder was missing a chunk, his chest was shredded; everything burned. "Ahh, the new pet is awake~! Perfect timing. See who else has come to play?" The moon. She was shining down. Her power overwhelmed him. He turned…and all the others did was watch. Watch as Ivan's wolf had his way with him…ignored his screams… "You bastard!" Gilbert kicked Antonio off him and ripped Eduard from Faustine's grip. He shoved his hand through the other's chest, finding his still beating heart and squeezing it. "You did nothing for me. You followed his rules, like a good puppy. Where is he now? You are dead and he doesn't give a shit. Take that to your grave you mother fucking ublyudok!"

The tension left Eduard's body. He died rather quickly, his body simply giving out as Gilbert continued to squeeze his heart. Faustine, having fallen back onto the ground, looked onto the scene with horror. "Gil…" Francis knelt down beside Faustine. "Gilbert, let him go. He's dead...let him go. Let's get this all cleaned up now..." Ludwig bolted from the car, stopping at Eduard's body. "Bruder..." he said softly, his face going pale. It wasn't because of the gore, or the manner in which he had died, but rather who had killed him that horrified Ludwig. His big brother. Mat sat back at the car, frozen. He just...that wolf he... Francis helped Faustine up. "Toni," he turned to him, "let's...figure out how we are going to load up and dispose of his body."

Antonio stared at Gilbert, his face in utter shock. He had seen something like this coming, but…it was just so…vicious. It took him slightly longer to understand what Francis had said before slowly nodding. Gilbert blinked a few times down at Eduard's body. He'd really just killed him. By now, must of his drunkenness wore off due to the fact that his wolf had come so close to coming out. Didn't mean he wouldn't have a hangover the next day or completely forget what happened, but for right now, he was mostly sober…and shocked. He slowly gazed down at his hand, covered in the bastard's warm blood and made a fist. This wasn't the first time he'd killed another wolf. Ivan had trained him to be a killer. He tried to hide it, tried to deny it, but…apparently it was still there. He glanced at Eduard's body again. "Leave him…if Ivan sent him then Ivan will clean up after him. He's done it before."

Mat climbed into the backseat from the front, locking the door on his side, his head in his hands and his knife at his side. Ludwig walked over to Gilbert. "Bruder...what...have you done?" Faustine walked quickly back to the car, getting inside to sit next to Mat. She pulled him close to her, hugging him tight. Francis helped Gilbert up, his body covered in Eduard's blood. "Are you sure, Gil?" he asked quietly. "Let's go...come..." Getting them all in the car, Francis helped Toni move Eduard's body to the side and off of the road. Getting into the car they fell into a tense silence. Mat clung to Faustine, his head against her shoulder as she held him.

Faustine is Monaco by the way~ She so cute~ Just a bit of classy bitch to add to the story for a little bit. But ya, really intense. Can't believe we wrote that . it's been so long. ALMOST ONE WHOLE YEAR! So, we're about done with RPing it, not quite with the actual story though~ I would say about another...eh...50 chapters? no joke -.-' Until next time, R&R