Alright people, here is the promised Alpha/Omega Coco AU ?
Warning! This will have graphic violence, attempted rape, and major character deaths. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, then please don't read it.
For those who have decided to continue on, please read, review and enjoy ?
I so intended to introduce Hector in this chapter… oh well.
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Miguel winced as everything Ernesto de la Cruz related, he'd ever collected was thrown onto the ground in front of him.
"What is this?!" His Abuelita Elena growled, "You're keeping secrets from your own family now?!"
"It's all that time he spends in the plaza!" His Tio Berto frowned in disappointment.
Tia Gloria nodded in agreement, "It's filling his head with these crazy fanta-"
"- It's not a fantasy!" Miguel snarled, cutting his Tia off angrily, "Mama Coco's Papa had this guitar, which Ernesto de a Cruz used throughout his entire career! They knew each other, they must have done! Otherwise Mama Coco's Papa wouldn't have given him his guitar!"
"He still abandoned his family Miguel!" His Papa sighed wearily, "He was a bad man, and an even worst omega! A flighty musician who decided an Alpha musician was better than his family! That is no future for my son!"
"B-But Papa! You said that my family would guide me! I've been ignoring it for years, but my family, my great, great grandfather was a musician! That's what I'm meant to be!"
"Never!" His Abuelita shook her head desperately, "That whore's music was a curse!"
"Mama!" "Abuelita!"
She ignored their protests, "I will not allow it!"
"I don't need you to allow it, I just- "
"- Miguel." His Mama interrupted in a warning tone, not liking how his tone had changed.
His Papa nodded in agreement, "Enough of this! You will listen to your family! No. More. Music!"
"J-just listen to me play!" Miguel begged desperately, bending down and picking the guitar off the ground.
"- End of conversation!"
Miguel gritted his teeth and glared at the older beta, strumming a few chords on the beaten-up guitar until it was snatched from his hands by his Abuelita.
"Enough!" she begged, "Do you want to end up like that man?! Forgotten and left off your family's ofrenda?!"
He felt like his blood was going to boil…. Nobody had idea what had happened to his great, great grandfather, and it was their choice to keep the omega off the ofrenda.
The mariachi's words echoed in his mind.
"Don't like what the Head Alpha says, try and remove them from power!"
An Alpha growl bubbling up from his throat, Miguel sneered at his Abuelita. "I don't care if I'm on some stupid ofrenda!"
The entire family gasped at this, worried looks flashing across the betas faces as Abuelita visibly tensed up, glancing between Miguel and the guitar in her hands… before raising it up into the air with intent.
"No!" "Mama!"
With three solid strike, Elena smashed the guitar against the ground, shattering it into pieces and sending shards of wood flying in every direction. "There!" She exclaimed, making the sign of the cross, "No more guitar. No more music."
Miguel felt like his heart had been ripped from his body, his fists clenching as a growl started to bubble up from his chest.
"Oh come…" His Abuelita seemed to completely disregard the warning signs, placing a hand on Miguel's cheek, "… you'll feel better after you eat with your family."
"NO!"
Miguel slapped her hand away and growled…. But it wasn't a normal sounding growl, one that he usually gave… this sounded feral, almost challenging.
In fact, it was challenging… and everyone there knew it.
It was only confirmed when Miguel darted forward, letting out another growl in an attempt to make his Abuelita step back, to make her submit to him.
She did, but it was only in shock.
Within seconds, a feral growl was making its' way out of her own throat, echoing throughout the entire courtyard.
"Mama, please!" Miguel's Papa tried to beg, only to take several steps back when she turned the growl on him.
The entire family took a step back.
Satisfied that they weren't going to be interrupted, Abuelita turned her attention back to Miguel, hunkering down slightly as she prepared to pounce on the intruding Alpha…. She was too far gone to realise it was her grandson… until it was too late.
Just as she dived forward, preparing to slam the intruder to the ground, she came back to her senses… but it was too late.
As she tried to backtrack on what she was doing, she attempted to stop… one of her hands kept going though.
CRACK
Miguel yelped as his Abuelita's hand connected harshly with his cheek, sending him flying to the ground in shock.
The Head Alpha had won… and there was only one outcome for Miguel.
The weaker Alpha had to leave the family.
"Miguel, I- " Elena stopped when Miguel took a step back from here in slight fear, narrowing his eyes before snatching the photo back off of his Papa.
"I never wanted to be a part of this stupid family anyway!"
Before anyone could say anything or try and stop him, Miguel raced past them, heading out of the courtyard and straight towards mariachi plaza, ignoring how his family… sorry, ex-family… called out after him.
When he made it to the plaza, he headed straight for the stage, where a young lady stood with a clipboard. "I-I want to play in the plaza!" he announced, "Like De La Cruz! Can I-I still sign up?!"
"You got an instrument?"
"N-no…" Miguel could see his Abuelita smashing his guitar to the ground, "… But If I could borrow a guitar?"
"Musicians gotta bring their own instruments…" the beta gave him an apologetic smile, "… look kid, if you can find yourself a guitar, then I'll put you on the list, okay?"
From there on, Miguel raced from performer to performer, desperately begging to borrow a guitar for just one performance.
Nobody seemed to care.
Some refusals were kind, some were dismissive… and some simply told him to get lost.
Feeling more and more dismayed, his cheek still stinging slightly from the slap his Abuelita gave him, Miguel found himself standing just opposite the statue of Ernesto de la Cruz, tears building up in his eyes once again.
"What am I supposed to do…" he sobbed bitterly, "… How can I be a musician if nobody will give me the chance?!"
Shaking his head and rubbing his eyes wearily, Miguel's eyes suddenly caught sight of the plaque that was just underneath the statue.
'Seize Your Moment.'
Glancing back at the photo in his hands, Miguel couldn't help but think about his great, great grandfather once again… did Ernesto de la Cruz used to say that to his ancestor?
Was he saying it to Miguel right now?
With a determined grin on his face, Miguel raced towards the local cemetery, where Ernesto de la Cruz's tomb sat. Slowly, and trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible as he walked towards the large mausoleum.
And then there was a loud barking.
"Dante!" He scolded, trying to push the dog away, "Dante, sssshhhh!"
Thinking quickly, he darted to an unoccupied tomb, with a little shrine that had a plate of food on it. Grabbing a chicken leg, he threw it off into the distance, distracting the dog long enough for him to sneak to a nearby window.
Inside, he could see the tomb of Ernesto, that had a picture hung over the top… along with the guitar. When he pushed at the window, it was clear that it was locked.
"Sorry…" he whispered, watching as a firework shot up into the sky, waiting until the BANG, before he broke the lock of the window, swiftly jumping inside before anyone noticed, the metal lock clanking against the marble floor.
Quietly, he crept over to the guitar, climbing onto the tomb (and wincing when the stone lid shifted slightly), and gently brushing the dust away, revealing his own reflection.
"S-senor De La Cruz…" he cautiously began, glancing up at the portrait of the musician "… please don't be mad. I'm M-Miguel? I-I think you knew my great, great grandfather?" He slowly removed the guitar, missing how the marigold petals seemed to shimmer, "I just need to borrow this for a while… my family thinks music is a curse, because of everything that happened with Mama Coco's Papa. None of them understand, but I know you would have… you and great, great grandfather! It's like you said, I just need to seize my moment! So, if it's alright with you, I'm going to play in the plaza… just like you!"
He raised his hand into the air and strummed the guitar as loud as he could, completely lost in the moment as the marigold petals swirled all around him.
And then torches shined in through the window.
"Ernesto de la Cruz's guitar!" someone cried out, "It's gone!"
"It's been stolen!"
Miguel immediately started to panic, ducking down and hiding, trying to shield his face from view as the light of the torches passed right over him.
But no-one seemed to react at the sight of him.
The panic of the crowd had instantly attracted one of the security guards, who made his way inside, shining his own torch around. "Alright!" he growled, "Who's in there?!"
"I-It's not what it looks like!" Miguel exclaimed, placing the guitar on the ground and holding his hands up, "Ernesto de la Cruz knew- "
He stopped in his tracks as the security guard walked right through him, spinning around in shock as the guard simply picked the guitar off the ground and reporting that "Nobody is here!"
Miguel panicked.
His breaths were short and shaky as he raced out of the tomb, moving to one side as a crowd started to make their way inside. However, when he tried to grab one of them, his hand passed right through them… and then another person walked straight through him.
And then another one.
And another one.
It was like he wasn't even there.
"Miguel!" he heard his Mama call out, prompting him to spin around.
"Mama!"
"Miguel!" His Papa called out, "Come home! Where are you?!"
When he tried to run over and hug them, he passed right through them, stumbling forwards and falling right into an open grave.
"Dios mio!" cried out a woman, a shadow appearing above the grave as she reached out her hand, "Little boy, are you okay?! Here, let me help you!"
Miguel sighed in relief…. Finally, someone could see him.
Reaching out for the hand, Miguel was pulled up out of the grave. "Thanks, I- "
And then he looked up.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!" he screamed, taking a step back at the sight of the skeleton, who also started to scream.
He backed into another skeleton…. And then another one…. And then another one.
With the last one, the head came right off, landing directly into his hands and frowning up at him. "Do you mind?!"
"Ah!"
"AH!"
Miguel threw the head back to the body, spinning around in alarm and fear as the skeletons slowly started to surround him. It was like one of those horror movies he definitely didn't watch when nobody was home.
Freaking out, he pushed past several of them, racing further into the cemetery and hiding behind a grave. Almost every inch of him was shaking in fear, his teeth chattering together as he peeked out from around the grave and watched as the skeletons talked eagerly with one another, their attentions on the living people.
He slapped himself across the face. "Wake up!" he muttered desperately to himself, "Wake up!"
Suddenly, there was a tongue licking across his cheeks, almost scaring him out of his skin.
"Dante!" he yelped, frowning as the dog bounced eagerly all around him, "You can see me boy?"
Dante simply licked him again, before shooting off into the distance.
"Dante!" Miguel chased after him, weaving around the graves, "Dante! Where are you going?!"
He was so focused on the dog, that he completely missed the small skeleton wandering into his path… or rather, he didn't miss.
With a yelp of shock, bones scattered every where and Miguel winced in sympathy.
"Sorry! Sorry!" he apologised profusely, trying to collect all of the bones together.
"Miguel?"