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Chapter 9

Like Arthur was hoping, Francis was still in holding when the two of them reached the office, only he looked a bit off. His eyes were no longer the usual blue but an eerie yellow, and he was banging himself against the door and calling to be let out. Alfred and Arthur were surprised to see the man like that. After a moment of staring, Alfred looked over to Arthur and asked, "You sure that you'll be okay by yourself with him alone?"

Arthur studied Francis carefully for a moment and checked to see if he had his spell notebook on him. Once he was certain, he nodded to Alfred and watched as the officer left to look into more about Feliciano.

With Alfred gone, Arthur pulled out his notebook and began to chant in Latin until Francis eventually stepped away from the door and slumped against the grimy far wall. Arthur frowned as he cautiously walked to the werewolf, not wanting to be caught off guard. The man blankly stared into space as Arthur walked closer, only to them mumble out incoherently.

"I came to have a word with you Francis. Feeling any better right now?" Arthur said to the other.

Francis groaned for a moment, only to eventually mumble out, "I need to check in with the others. They must be worried that I haven't completed my task yet."

"And what is your task?" Arthur asked.

"He told me to get Feli and bring him back to his family. Feli is going to become very important very soon. It is of the most importance that I get him to the den by the full moon. So let me out of here now!" Francis explained groggily, getting fierce at the end and causing Arthur to take a subconscious step back.

Arthur shook off the fierce eyes and growls, however, and instead asked, "Who gave you that order? Who is leading you werewolves and what does this Feli-person have to do with all of this?"

"The man…the head werewolf…he came here many years ago but left. Now he's back to stay. He's planning something big for this city, and wants to use his grandsons for that purpose, especially Feli..."

"This werewolf…is he the wolf with scars on his back?" Arthur asked in an almost surprised voice. Upon hearing of the wolf, Francis yelped and looked at Arthur shocked, his then yellow eyes turning back to the clear blues.

"Yes! Yes, it's him! The large dog with the scars, the terrifying thing, that is the one calling the shots! Horrible, simply horrible that he has returned," Francis called out in fear.

"Francis, where is the den? Where are you supposed to bring him?" Arthur asked, trying to keep the other on subject.

"I can't tell you, now let me go! The sooner I am free the sooner I finish my order and can get away from him," Francis responded, his eyes going back to yellow as he rushed towards Arthur and the door. Ramming Arthur to the concrete floor, it was all Arthur could do to stop himself from getting injured and to try to re-route the other away from the door.

This happened for several seconds before Francis was finally able to flee the unit and rush into the main office area on all fours, only to stop quickly when he ran into a certain guest. The surprise was enough for Alfred and Arthur to reach the werewolf and for them to combine their forces and subdue Francis back into his holding cell. With all of this done, Arthur and Alfred looked to the unexpected guest and seemed surprised when they saw that it was Vlad.

"Another weird friend of yours?" Alfred asked upon seeing how familiar Arthur and the guest acted.

"An acquaintance yes. But what are you doing here, Vlad? Lukas kick you out?" Arthur asked.

"Ya, all that normal drink was getting me thirsty and Matthias didn't like the idea of me using the other people to quench my thirst. So I decided to see what you were up to," Vlad answered happily.

"Wait, what? Is this guy drunk?" Alfred asked, only to him to decide that he really did not want to know. Between werewolves and bored ghosts and now a drunk whatever, this was beginning to feel more like a weird dream or comedy movie than the real life.

"So what's going on?" Vlad asked, ignoring Alfred and trying to focus his senses on Arthur. Slowly, Arthur explained the situation to the vampire, only for the listener to eventually said, "Well, that all sucks. And not in the good way. But look at it this way, they're just werewolves, so you should be able to stop them. Now if you don't mind me, I feel pretty hungry so I'm going to go out now."

"Right don't get caught or eat anyone I care about," Arthur called out casually, only to sigh when he heard Vlad laugh aloud and almost fall down the stairs.

"You sure have strange friends. You sure it's okay to just let him go like that?" Alfred asked as they watched the vampire saunter down the sidewalk.

"He's seven hundred and some years old, and I for one do not want to be his keeper. Besides, we have more important things to worry about than some random vampire attack," Arthur replied, turning Alfred's attention back to the issue of the werewolves.

It took them some time, but together they were able to figure out one thing. The person called Feli who both Gilbert and Francis talked about had to be the same Feliciano which Alfred had looked into. And from what Alfred could look up, every single person who they knew to be a werewolf had some kind of connection to the lad. But what was the plan that Francis was talking about? The werewolf refused to speak on the issue.

After some time of talking, Gilbert finally appeared only to bring bad news. As he bluntly put it, "Their den and their plans must be so unawesome that the awesome me could not find any sign of it."

It was almost dawn by that time, and Arthur really did not want to wait until nightfall when the opponents would be at their fullest to encounter them. He glanced back towards the holding cell where he was certain Francis was sleeping off all his rampaging. An idea then came to him, causing him to walk back to the holding cell and open the door.

Francis blinked his eyes open at the noise, only to then look at the man as Arthur said, "Get up Francis, and go back to your den."

At that moment, Alfred needed to pull the smaller man out of the way as Francis' eyes turned yellow again and he bolted out of the cell. With Francis running out of the building, confusing the policemen who were starting to show up, Alfred called out, "What were you thinking, Artie? Our one lead is now running everywhere!"

"I was thinking that he can now lead us back to the den. Now follow him before he gets out of sight!" Arthur called out, already on Francis' trail out of the door and to the left. Alfred sighed but followed anyways, with Gilbert also following out of curiosity. For several minutes, they were right behind the werewolf, but as soon as he made a sharp turn into a nearby alley, he vanished.

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