Updating for the joy of fanservice, one chapter at a time! :D
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I am dreadfully sorry for not updating fast enough but I've been going through some personal problems. But don't worry, it's being dealt with now, sooo...onto the awesomeness that is: RUSSO OR NOT. *bows like a boss*
I do not own Wizards of Waverly Place.
He hadn't been here in years, it was trully terrifying for him. He actually regretted come back here in the first place but it was now or never. No turning back at this point and Mason knew it al to well. He approached the old door, it was already chipped from the years he'd left and the paint was faded. He opened the door to his old home here in New York City. Mr. Crumbs had informed him earlier that his parents had already died after his second year being missing with Alex after a fire at another gathering with the neighboring werewolves. The brunette man growled at the memory of his talk with the elderly wizard.
The thing had been planned, he just knew it.
No one, from what he knew, held a grudge against his father nor mother. Now all he had left were his aunt and his family, oh yes, including his in-laws he supposed. That is, if they didn't despise him as of now or years ago. Mason walked and winced a bit at the creeking of the wooden floorboards. He felt memories from back when he was just a child living in the small 'den', the tidy home with it's leather couches, the scent smelt of cinnamon and the feeling of safety. But all that was gone and replaced with years of dust, the musky unclean air, and the feeling of dread flowing thorughout the old home. He sighed.
His dark brown eyes scanned the shelves of werewolf and human recipe books, his old paintings that his mother had probably hanged up, and the kitchen ware that still layed cluttered on the table. Knowing his troublesome father had probably done that, how typical of him to ignore his spoouse's commands. Shall Old Mrs. Greyback bring down wrath upon Old Mr. Greyback! He chuckled darkly at the jab. He felt himself lighten a bit at the thought of his father being smacked around with another pan by his mum. Oh good times~
He glanced around and headed down the hall way, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
What was that mysterious scent coming from? He strolled down the corridor and straight to the source.
His old room.
Mason rushed inside and scanned the small area for any signs of danger, nothing other than his messy floor of doom. He tripped over his old canvas stand and huffed a bit in annoyance, maybe he should've tidied up the place if he'd known he was going to leave. Psh, like nine years ago at least. God knows how long he'd cleaned his room since he was a pup. He sniffed the air in curiousity and craned back his head in confusion. It was his mum's scent and was that an old wiff of his dad too? The brunette werewolf scurried over to his bed and was surprised to find that a note had been left.
Oliver and Dianna Greyback-Mum and Dad
Son,
If you are reading this, then you have returned to Waverly Place with your WIZARD girlfriend. Mason, we are not angry with you. Not for that fact taht you chose HE-
Mason, this is your dad. Ignore your mother's hand writing and pay attention, pup. Wwe don't care you love or who you marry because we love you very much. We know that you've picked a good girl to e-errrr marry! We trust your decision. If you are readiing this, then you are back to Waverly. Please return Alex to her family, ever since you'd eloped, they've been swimming in greif. More so than you're mother and I. Please Mason, for our sake and yours, PLEASE.
-Signed Oliver Greybac-and Dianna Greyback.
He looked down at the note in silence, his face blank of all emotion whatsoever and his lips held in a tight frown. He crumpled the note and tossed it into the trashcan.
"You two knew very well that I still would've kept away if we couldn't be together. But I still loved you, mum and dad...", he rushed out of the room. Feelings of dread consuming him before he marched into the many rooms seemingly trying to find-
"Now, where is i-oh there it is!", he exclaimed.
The werewolf man scurried into his parent's vacant bedroom, there was also dust caking the unused bed and night stand. He scoured the room for that item, where in the world was it? Ah, there it is! He jumped at it, it had been laying down innocently atop the mattress. The Englishman flipped open the old document and read it aloud:
To Mason, the next in line and new owner of the Greybacks den or more known now as mansion.
This house will go to you and your family, as there had been renovations (knowing that you'll have a large family), this letter will help explain each of the rooms. They all have there own stories, too, you know.
Room 1- it is obviously yours and your wife's bedroom.
Room 2- will be the playroom and could double as a bedroom.
Room 3- is to be your children's room. Now pertaining to the fact that the room is so spacious and gigantic, well, it seemed apropriate for the fact that they will be pups. Werewolf children do tend to stick together- even go as far as to share a bed or follow each other! Oh so adorable, but just wait till they hit puberty! Oh, good luck son.
Rooms 4 to 8- it will be the children's rooms. The reason that they are so many- well we tend to...overpopulate sometimes and when they're older they would probably be nagging you for their own room.
Room 7- it will be stationed as your guest room.
Room 8 to 10- the restrooms
Room 11- the dining room
Room 12- the dungoen
Room 13- the piano room
Room 14- can be whatever you would like it to be. It seemed that the room had been accidently built and the workers couldn't just tear it down! The poor things, so we put them out of their misery and sent them home with their well earned money.
You must promise to care for this new home as if your own. We had worked hard to earn this money and had established it two years again. We had decided to write this letter a bit early just in case. Can never be safe, can we?
P.S: Room 14 had been added on October 13th, 2010. Read above for more information.
Signed,
The Greybacks
He refolded it and stashed it away into his pocket. He hadn't seen the additions at all, how strange. He walked back into the musty rooms and, again, looked. THough to now aveil, the man shrugged. As long as he has the deed. Well, make it the half-arsed deed. He strode outside and made his way to the door, he felt shivers going down his spine and goosebumps along his forearms as he felt a draft pass through him. Strange. There weren't any open windows and the air conditioner was no where near on. Mason exited the old home and glanced back as he felt as if someone was barring holes into his back.
Okay, now he was just getting paranoid. He journeyed back to his hotel, he kept his head down as he made his way past the Russo Sub Shop. Harper had been sitting down with an older version of Justin, the pregnant red-head waved at him through the window. He waved back in response and flashed a smile at the man across from her. He merely stared back at him and turned back to the Russo woman. How rude of him, but he couldn't blame him.
Mason was covered in dust, it didn't help the fact that he was redressed in black jeans and v-neck. Hm, maybe he should've rethought of his wardrobe before leaving the hotel room. He shrugged it off and continued on his way. Well, let's see what his wife's cooked up.
"Sit down now!", giggling and the tv screen booming with the sounds of what could be described as disturbing. Maria Theresa must've turned it onto the thriller channel or some type of horror movie to scare her siblings. What was wrong with that girl? Maybe he shouldn't have told her those bedtime stories so early in life, then she would've liked watching My Little Ponies or something. Mason laughed in amusement as he entered the room. Alexandra was trying to get Alexander out of the closet and Angelica was seated on her high chair giggling and clapping at the display before her. Mason shook his head in amusement, he saw the brunette woman turn in surprise.
"You're home so early. I would've thought you'd come late, isn't the den far from Waverly?"
"No, I usually sprint my way here. Not that difficult, love.", he responded back. Alexander rushed into his father's arms, shaking like a leaf. He whispered soothing words into his son's ear, it helped lessen the boy's whimpering. He sighed a bit and stood up. The Greyback child looked up at him with teary eyes, his bottom lip quivering and shaking slighty. Maria quickly shut off the tv once another gruesome kill came on.
"That was sooo boring! Let's eat, Alex!", she exclaimed. Alexander took in deep breathes to calm himself down. He turned to his sister and put on a brave front.
"Of course, but please-stop watching that stuff! It's too scary!"
"Well, not for me! I'm a big girl, haha!", she replied. Angelica nodded her head in reply to her sister speaking and continued to nibble on his plastic sippy cup. Alexandra sighed in relief as the drama had finally toned down.
"Dinner's ready, go wash up those dirty hands and let's dig in!", she announced. She heard the Greyback twins groan in annoyance, Mason gave the two noogies as he passed by to the sink. Here came the excuses.
"But I already washed my hands, mum!"
"I wanna eat now!", she crossed her arms. A wave of 'all-knowing' aura radiated from her, she'd cut it short with the 'mother knows all' speech.
"I'll make one of you sleep on the couch. I know that you guys hate it when you're seperated. At least two or three times a night, dad has to move you to the right rooms.", the two gasped at the threat. She was well-known for carrying out some of them, but to have that! The couch felt like they were sitting on rocks, Maria rubbed her butt in rememrance. It still felt numb for some reason.
"Yes, mum/mama.", Alexandra grinned in response. Mason finished up quickly and set up the stoll for the two and watched as the twins washed their hands in defeat. The wizard chuckled to herself as she began serving plates of lentel soup and tortillas with glasses of orange soda. Ah, the life.
"So when are we gonna see grandpa, grandma, auntie, and our uncles?", the oldest twin asked. They had became desperate to pay a visit to their relatives, Mason gulped at the thought of being maimed by his in-law and brothers-in-law. Alexandra sighed and sipped her juice, she didn't exactly want to answer and motioned for her husband to explain. How dare she throw him to the wol-er kids.
"We plan to visit them tomorrow, um, we haven't exactly told them that we were here and it's almost your bed time. So it wouldn't work out, love.", he took in a spoonful of lentels.
"Oh okay, dad.", she quieted down at began to gooble up her food. The older wizard told the young girl to slow down and sit up straight, she had been slouching over her food and hair almost making contact with his food.
"Sorry, mama"
"It's alright, just don't tdo it again, okay honey?", she gave a shy nodd. Alexander patted her shoulder and spoon feed his youngest sister some from her own bowl. He frowned when the spoon missed it's mark, again.
Jerry Russo wasn't exactly happy with this developement, not at all. He glared at the Wizard Portal, it seemed to be ssending him into different worlds other than the land of his own kind. He had just escaped from the Dragon Alleys and had previously been in the Fairy Kingdom, honestly it was insane. He brushed away magic particles from her shirt and peered inside again after having Justin come in to fix the problem. It was pitch black yet again.
His eyes widened in horror, no. Not again, how could it have happened again!? It felt as if the disaster were repeating itself. He felt the distinct memories of the past flash before his mind's eyes and shook his head. No, he was just jumping into conclusions, he would have to meet with Justin again to fix this. It couldn't be that at all.
It's been years since an evil has risen and it couldn't rise in this time of new rule.
It would only take an insane individual with an equally twisted mind to do so.
It may be short but at least I have updated. It seems that this story is kicking into gear, but there is still much to question.
-FreedomFighter50
