Myladyday asked for Thatch/Izo and I generated a Werewolf!AU

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Rated M

"No," Izo whispered in disgust. "No, no."

He was cowered against corner of the room, gun in his hand and ready. This is not how this was supposed to happen. It was supposed to be a quiet night in with his lover. The medication was supposed to have worked, the change hadn't happened in the last several full moons. The gun was just supposed to be insurance.

It would have been the first full moon he and Thatch had spent together ever. Usually, for the three days (before, during, and after) the full moon, Izo and Thatch were separate. Both of them locked themselves away into safe and impenetrable places, because as dangerous as a werewolf might have been, he was even more dangerous to his lover.

But there was a cure now, and Thatch had insisted after so many unchanged moons that Izo come over and spend the full moon with him. Together, and free.

Izo had been hesitant, but agreed nonetheless. Still, he insisted on the gun, just to be safe. Just in case. He'd pull the trigger and stop the madness before anything bad could happen.

But here he was, staring across the room at that… thing. It was his worst nightmare come to life. The first rays of dawn peeked through the crack in their curtains, illuminating his horror.

"Thatch?" Izo called, his voice weak with fear and duress. No reply.

"Thatch?" Izo tried again, pushing away from the wall, taking a tentative step forward. "Can you hear me?"

There was blood everywhere, and for one ridiculous second Izo cursed that he'd have to get new curtains. Then his mind reminded him of exactly who's blood that was and his terror returned in full force.

"Thatch?"

Usually styled hair was disheveled and messy like Izo had never seen, torn in clumps at some spots. Blood pooled around his head like a halo. Glassy, terrified eyes stared toward the ceiling, seeing nothing more than their last moments.

"I'm so sorry," Izo muttered, wiping at the blood that had dried around his mouth. A sob threatened to escape him. "I was supposed to use the gun before it was too late."

He looked almost accusingly down at the body below him. "You should have pulled the trigger," he said. "You should have shot me the moment I turned."

Thatch's stare never wavered from the ceiling. Izo's worst nightmare had come true.