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The Society of Romulus and Remus

Ludwig is the product of a centuries old curse that transforms him into a dangerous werewolf. His only chance for a cure is with Feliciano, heir to the Society of Romulus and Remus, a group of hunters who hunt on the supernatural.  

Look! I updated this story two times in a year! A wonder! ...I still apologize for the lengths it takes me to updates! BUT! With FATKOH soon coming to an end, TSORAR will then be my main focus to finish. So soon, updates on this story will be much quicker. But for now, bear with me! This chapter is also pretty short...which is sad. But enjoy!

                                                  Chapter 13

Extensive woods, darkening, and to Feliciano’s slowly frightening mind, moaning, creaking, and laughing at his sure misguidance.  He tried to block everything, his gaze set on the further lights that would surely bring him out of this territory and into the streets of people, back to the human world, a chance to be normal. Only…these lights ended up being clearings, still in the depths of the forest. Every time he met them, it made him feel like he was only losing himself closer and closer back to the base. At first, he would run, desperate to leave any sight of it, but now…he wanted it as comfort to know that he was still on the path, still with something familiar. Now…it was getting dark, no glimpses of artificial lighting, only those of the moonlight, reigning on Feliciano like a doom clock that made him shiver.

 Rest…sleep…perhaps he could dream this away and by the  morning he could continue his venture.

 “Here!”

 “Qui, cerca da qua!”

 The far away voices would shock him out of his drowse.

 He couldn’t stay, he had to keep going, even if it wasn’t to the street…he had to get away from them.

  Moonlight, darkness, the frenzy, the adrenaline, the protectiveness, have to get him, have to get him… it was the perfect night to become a wolf.

 No! He kept shouting to himself, swashing away branches and bushes with that fury. He growled and angered himself trying to stop it. He didn’t care if his speed were not the norms of his human body, bruises darkening, cuts bleeding on, these did nothing to the blaze of energy that kept him running at his top speed across rocky paths and unknown routes into the forest.

 Getting lost? This deep damaging of his body? Being met by other hunters in the closeness to transformation? These worries were nothing to him.

 Feliciano, Feliciano, Feliciano, was the only goal, the only thing he could focus on other than his deny to the animal.

 Yes…Feliciano.

 It was usually the growl that meant hunger, owning and death, but yet…this time, it was in such a caress, such lust and…love.

 No, not this, not even this he should allow.

 Keep the frantic search, try to keep the scent he was trying to hold on to, run…but don’t allow.

 The full moon had never sung so loudly to him. He didn’t notice how his nails slowly started to elongate unto the familiar claws.

  Where was the road? Where was the road? Where was the road? Feliciano panicked, lost completely out of direction. Everything had begun to look the same, it started to spin, Feliciano desperately taking whatever direction in hopes of finding something. He didn’t even have the calls anymore, and by this point, he was trying to search them too. Would he then be willing to go back to them? These add of questions only began to hurt his thread, adding to the headache that drove him more insane into the forest. He fell unto his knees, tired, wanting to just finally breathe, relax and not have that constant pang across his entire body.

 For once, everything around him came into beautiful silence, even his mind could breathe, he could settle, lulling ever deeper unto the ground he found. Yes, he could sleep, he told himself, lay down and be forgetful about everything. He settled himself well on the ground, uncaring of the dirt or small animals that were about. It was so nice to dream, this peaceful darkness that was utter bliss now.

 He was a perfect target, defenseless, small, the gold of a Valenti heir. The predators couldn’t have asked for a more opportune moment, their eyes of red and orange seeming to grow larger in this darkness, shinning their presence and marking all that was to be theirs. They circled, coming closer, each time revealing their plentitudes, their growls and laughs louder. Feliciano only stirred once he felt something linger on him, plus a horrible stench that had broken whatever walls of sleep he had hoped for. His eyes flickered open, adjusting to the legs that stood before him. Oh…perhaps it was the guards, perhaps they found him! He didn’t care if he was being brought back to the base, for a moment he just wanted to be in the relief that he was with somebody and that he could be safe. But then his eyes focused and saw that they weren’t legs…but paws. Not regular paws that should belong to the peaceful wolves he knew would not come near here, but the paws of their monstrous relatives, large, strong and with the capacity to squash him in a single step. Feliciano screamed and rolled back just in time so one could miss from taking him with large grips, claws that would have easily ripped him, from hearing and feeling the growls and breaths that would have swallowed him all. He sat, in what protection he could find, behind him the grasp of a boulder, to look up and tremble at the sigh before him.

 Werewolves…many, many werewolves. It was a pack, and from what he could remember from his teachings with his family, mid-level ones. Once human, yes, but well obedient to hunger and hunt, succumbed to its call always to the point that their human connection was lost completely. Most full werewolves didn’t look like this…able to stand, still possessing so many of their old human qualities, creating a horror that shouldn’t be. This was clear proof that the monsters had enslaved the human parts, using them for themselves in their hunt.

 Two of them launched, Feliciano coming down just in time so they could crash between themselves, the fret creating distraction, thus a space for Feliciano to take and run. They quickly went after him, even the ones who had knocked themselves. They were quick, Feliciano using the deepest parts of his energy to be able to evade them. He was probably using magic by now. In the state he was in, there was no possible way he could run this fast.

 He took a downhill direction, helping his speed, doing well to avoid rocks, branches. He only stumbled once reaching a brook. He rolled over it, getting wet, but he had run fast enough to not see them any longer, reaching down to hide under a large rock. He heard the growls, the stomps, vicious and hungry. They moved away from him, far enough so he could sigh, smile, confident in this spot for now. But then there was a new growl, too close, far too close. He tried to turn himself smaller by wrapping his arms around his knees, bringing everything together, hoping it could ease the shake, to stop himself from shouting or showcasing how heavy his breath was. Closer, closer, and he just wanted to be smaller, smaller. It was right above him…searching…surely trying to catch his scent. Feliciano moved back how he could, under his sight, wishing he knew some spell that could hide his scent. Ugh! He knew it was the kind of thing they showed in the society. If he would have passed this test, then maybe he would have been eligible to be taught it. But no, he had to deal from what he knew as a beginner.

 Think, what did he know?

 He suddenly remembered those many matches he took with Lovino, back in their home, mere teenagers using this to deal with hormonal changes and angers. His brother had taught him so much…he remembered complaining that none of this would be of use to him, yet here he was, reaching for a lengthy and hard stick that to his blessing was near. Slow, but every grasp he took was shaking, easing his breath to be able to hold on, take the stick to him and imagine it a sword worthy of use. Perhaps this monster would pass, perhaps like his nightmares, it would just go away, he would awake, safe and ready in his bed, his only worry how he should be heading to Ludwig’s teachings in time. But the stanch breath only came stronger, such a near that Feliciano swore it right behind him, awakening and decreeing that this was reality…and Feliciano had no choice but to do what little he could. He stood and whipped the sudden weapon forward, meeting fur and skin, a resounding shake as if he went against a wall.

 Yes, he had been successful in hitting, forcing him away, giving him a chance to run ahead, but the monster was not defeated, it turned back to him with bigger fury, calling a howl that brought the others in the same direction of hunt. Feliciano by this point whimpered as he ran, exhausted, tears in his eyes at the pain he forced himself into to try and keep some hope of survival.

 Oh, what else, what else, he told himself, loosing a breath, but managing a swing at another monster who had come from ahead, the trip almost nearing him to the ground. Luckily, another downward path was in his steps, taking it easy to be able to continue in what he could of a straight standing. He kept the stick faithful in his hands, sometimes swinging when nothing was there, but as warning, as trying to defend any area he couldn’t keep, the dwindling of his power and vision making every glance weaker, every step tumbling more into the ground.

 The bronze stare…the bronze stare…he suddenly remembered…knowing well a spell to it that could help to this advantage, oh but it already hurt to think about. But it would be nothing compared to the pain he will surely get if he let any of these monsters get him. He was then determined on its use, closing his eyes, and letting his legs take their own wish of direction, focusing on the power resting in the center of his inner being. He flowed it up until it swarmed well in his brain, to his eyes, opening once more for a heightened light in the golden iris of his eyes.

 In his mind, he could see the entire expanse of this forest, the large number of werewolves after him, several, in different locations, lost but savagely looking for him. The closest one he could see, he could focus enough to direct his magic in a single damaging pierce. He could hear the howls even from the slight distance it was in. It didn’t die, he knew, just hurt him enough to lay and not bother him for his escape.

 He continued his attacks, taking the ones that were closest in his range, several defeated. But with each one, the pain in his own head increased. He began to get blinded, to groan out, his legs failing him more to the ground with each step.

 Despite how the spell continued, he couldn’t really take notice of the few left, of how they inched closer, while he kneeled and tried to breathe back some sense.

 They were coming…they were coming…he had to do something…he had to…he had to…No matter the strength he gave, he couldn’t find it to stand, turn and see as these surviving ones managed passing through the thickets, their monstrous mouths salivating at the taste they were surely to get.

 Come on…come on…come on…he told himself, managing to turn and face, raising the stick he held, even if exhausted, ready to defend to the last moment. He kept the bronze stare, now practically useless…he didn’t even notice the approach of another being. One launched, Feliciano still had enough force to hit it away, but at that turn, one toppled and had him, another shredding the only weapon he had. He was well caged, vicious teeth taking all his senses.

 This was it…this was how he was gone…crying, shaking, and screaming out as a last resort. Before that bite to end it all came, there was a glow…shinning through even the fabric he covered it in…but before he could notice or even question it…another roar, a growl, and the one above him was gone with the crash of another. This new one…was black furred, agile, stealth, in his call ready to attack all. It tore, it bit and thrashed this monster in furious vengeance, easily achieving his victory by settling it bloodied on the ground. Once that one was defeated, it turned to the rest, growling a message of preparation for battle. They turned and chanted in their own language while Feliciano cowered back and tried to understand what was happening.

 They began to launch, and this new addition dealt well in his attacks, vanquishing all in an ease that even awed Feliciano. As he raised his hand in defense for if one came too close to him, he realized he could pay attention to the glow in his hand. He took out the fabric and witnessed as his wolf mark glowed beautifully in this darkness.

 The Venetian Wolf Mark was rare in the way that instead of glowing at any werewolf presence, like most Valenti Wolf Marks, this one exclusively glowed at the presence of high leveled werewolves. Werewolves who could still turn human, two entities living in one with enough control to not persuade their lifestyle by much. Feliciano knew these were the most powerful of werewolves, a force that he had been taught could deal with such a pack of wolves…even if they were bigger and much more monstrous than this one was.

 This one…was more like a wolf, with four paws on the ground when it wasn’t using them to slaughter, moving and working with the true elegance of the animal. But it was indeed larger, its claws, teeth and eyes vicious and the product of nightmares.

 Nightmares…this wolf looked eerily similar to…no…no it couldn’t be. In those dreams, it was always meaning to attack him, eat and destroy him completely…not save him and constantly stand by him as if…guarding and protecting.

 The numbers dwindled, until the ones left had seen clear the menace of this black one, not wanting to risk themselves forward for a simple bite. They hollered away, clear in the distance meant to not come back, leaving the clearing in nothing but the werewolves’ heavy breaths. Feliciano still lay in his space, joining the monster in his own heavy breathing and trying to understand. He startled and tried to cover himself more as it then turned to him, now fearsome, his eyes a piercing red, his muzzle dripping in blood and saliva, his blackened fur seeming to grow more and more ready to engulf him.

 Of course…he shouldn’t have hoped that it was meaning to save him, at the end, like the rest, he wanted him for himself, to make a hunt and cease his appetite. Feliciano whimpered, raising his marked hand in the hopes it could do some kind of convincing…but silence came, the steps didn’t come any closer and suddenly an air of serenity came before them both. Feliciano dared open his eyes to see that the werewolf now came down, the viciousness dwindling until it showed itself true and kind. His eyes turned to a serene blue…a familiar beautiful blue that Feliciano couldn’t help being drawn to. He slowly, gently, began to come close…his hand still in the air, showing the still alighting mark to the wolf, who began to move closer to it…until Feliciano could feel his breath easy on his palm.

 Those eyes…even the way it sat in such order and class. He knew them…he knew who this was. Of course…it could turn human and with the protection and defense it took…it was someone close to him…caring and…Beilschmidt, Beilschmidt…Beilschmidt, he could hear that voice in his head calling. He stared on…he connected…until he realized, “Ludwig?”

 The animal didn’t respond easily to the name…it only came closer with the usual shyness of any animal when approaching a human. And then his nuzzle was touching his palm, and Feliciano was surprised to see that it was soft and…nice. Once the werewolf saw the familiarity, it began to cuddle into the hand, eyes closed and enjoying from the feel of this skin.

 “Oh, Ludwig…Ludwig it is you!” And Feliciano was washed with relief, smiling and coming nearer, letting himself embrace the large creature, cuddling well into the fur that was now comfort, the scent, stains and blood nothing to him when there was warmth, there was loving intent and graciousness of finally meeting with someone after the hell it had been. The werewolf nuzzled back and growled in delight, keeping him in the embrace, in a secureness that Feliciano knew nothing will ever happen in. But as it all settled, as he truly thought and realized…he suddenly sat, looking back into the gentility of those eyes.

 “How…how…” there were so many questions, he didn’t know which to pinpoint first, wondering which would be the appropriate to ask, but in the end, he bumbled many in his disarray. “How did this happen? Why are you like this? Did you always know? What’s it-” He realized then that Ludwig had no way of speaking in this form. He only stared… a message in his eyes and stance that said, ‘wait.’

 Of course…he would turn and then perhaps…he could admit and explain what this all was…perhaps then he’d have an answer to all those nightmares and maybe even…he gazed down to his mark, still alighted, bright and hopeful in the center of this darkness, giving an adoring blue to Ludwig’s coat.

 Maybe…he’d find more of his power and what his place in the society was truly meant to be.

 He looked about, noticing then in the distance…the road…his exit…there again finally…it was not so far…he could still…

 His gaze returned to the black wolf, expecting and many answers awaiting.

 Feliciano sighed, settling then to this new part of faith. He decided to be patient, looking up back to Ludwig to let him know with a smile that yes, he would wait and stay. Ludwig hummed and brought his muzzle to caress at the side of Feliciano’s face, a way to show his own smile, his own creed to protect and let him now truly that he was safe with him, even if presented in such a form. Feliciano didn’t bother, he easily let himself lay on him completely and the wolf found itself in the same settling. They rested in this protected circle, with one another, all through the night in a much-deserved peaceful sleep.

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The Society Of Romulus And Remus

Ludwig is the product of a centuries old curse that transforms him into a dangerous werewolf. His only chance for a cure is with Feliciano, heir to the Society of Romulus and Remus, a group of hunters who hunt on the supernatural.  

                                                   Chapter 11

“-and well, he left with a horrible headache,” Ludwig told, hands gripping and pulling across his hair.

 “Ouch,” Gilbert could only reply.

 “Poor Feli,” Elizabeta lamented for her dear friend.

 “This is only the second spell. I thought it wouldn’t be a problem with how easily he learned the first one.”

 “Maybe it’s just this one. Perhaps for the next it won’t be such a big problem,” Gilbert wanted to believe.

 “I really hope so. If it continues to be like this, things will get even more difficult.” Ludwig was growing a headache himself just thinking about it.

 “It’s only the second spell, Ludwig,” Elizabeta tried to light, “learn to be more patient and forgiving.”

 “It’s difficult when your timed and all your future lies in this person who wants to take his own time,” Ludwig rolled his eyes.

 “As it should be, he needs to be comfortable,” Elizabeta defended.

 “We’re not entirely sure if the curse is even timed. They simply said that the 13th could cure it. They didn’t say we had a certain amount of years. You’re just stressing yourself and Feliciano more,” Gilbert added.

 Ludwig settled in calming breaths, heightened when one entered the room, expecting Feliciano, it was supposed to be time for his lessons.

 “Bonjour!” Instead came that annoying French accent, Francis coming in holding his tray with all their morning drinks.

 Ludwig deflated while Gilbert and Elizabeta happily went for their prepared drinks.

 “Gilbert’s macchiato, Elizabeta’s cappuccino chiaro, and then Ludwig’s cappuccino scuro,” Francis presented as ever elegantly while Ludwig just remained as stoic as he always did when he was in the Frenchman’s presence. Francis had learned to ignore it and find friendlier conversation with the others.

 “Elizabeta, is your group ready for their group testing?”

 “One or two students I have to whip some more, but most of them I’m sure will take it,” she was confident, taking an instant sip from her coffee.

 “Excellent. What about yours, Gilbert?”

 “I only got a group of five this time and they’re all pretty good. I’ll be one of the test supervisors!” He sounded excited, almost spilling his coffee in the process.

 “And our lovely little Valenti, how do you think he will do?” Francis dared ask, which only earned him an intense glare that was pure darkness.

 “Where is he?” Ludwig instead demanded. He knew that Feliciano always went to Francis first thing in the morning for his own coffee before coming to his lesson.

 “Hmm…I actually haven’t seen our angel this morning,” Francis realized.

 “He should already be here,” Ludwig annoyed.

 “Perhaps he is off distracted and immersed in his paintings,” Francis guessed as much.

 “Indeed, but Feliciano well reminds himself to come to his lesson always. It’s honestly quite odd,” Elizabeta added.

 “We can wait a bit more,” Gilbert guessed.

 “No…we cannot.” Ludwig was impatient in turn, loud as he stood from his tall chair, making way to leave.

 “What are you doing?” Elizabeta wondered.

 “Getting Feliciano.” Ludwig thought it was obvious enough as he headed out into the hall.

 The rest rolled their eyes but decided on following, wanting to aid how they could in the situation, especially when it was Ludwig’s impatience and Feliciano’s cowardness they were dealing with. They tried to word whatever change, but Ludwig headed on, ignorant to the crowds, all the hunters and groups that passed these halls, doctors, nurses, servants, even the guards that watched worriedly to Ludwig as he made entrance into the living quarters of the Valenti. They didn’t act as they knew that Ludwig was permitted to come.

 Ludwig arrived before Feliciano’s door, knocking harshly, hoping to wake him up. “It is almost nine! You should have been in my office an hour ago!” He shouted uncaringly.

 Francis, Elizabeta and Gilbert arrived just then, sighing as they realized they were too late.

 Ludwig knew he was in there, as he heard groaning, the fabric of the blankets as something moved between them.

 “Feliciano!” Ludwig knocked again.

 “Lud, relax, give him a break!” Gilbert said.

 “He’s perhaps still in a lot of pain,” Francis guessed.

 “It was only a headache. It should have been gone with a night’s sleep,” he turned to them angry.

 He faced the door once again, ready to knock.

 “N….nn…no,” they heard Feliciano utter.

 “No?” They all questioned.

 “No to what?” Ludwig angered.

 “I’m not going to our lesson today,” Feliciano managed to shout.

 Francis, Elizabeta and Gilbert panicked, especially as they saw Ludwig’s face constrict the more in red and fury.

 “Feliciano Valenti…you are standing up right now and you’re heading to your lesson this instant,” Ludwig commanded harshly, hands on his hips, glaring at the door as if the fire of his anger could reach Feliciano.

 “I’m not going to,” Feliciano answered calmly.

 Not being able to deal with his temper, Ludwig stomped on the ground, creating quite a shake that even made the other three jump.

 “Are you doing this to test me?”

 “I’m just tired, Ludwig. I really don’t feel like doing anything.”

 How could Feliciano be both so brave and lazy at the same time? The three were constantly waiting for a chance to speak, to aid and hope that it wouldn’t end in a large disaster, two of them knowing what could happen to Ludwig if he let his anger take over him.

 “Ludwig…please…just give him a break…”

 “He was given enough for when his brother was in the ward. We can’t keep wasting time like this.” He directed his glare towards them, tapping a foot, swinging an arm as if ready to punch a hole through the door.

 “Then explain that to him…gently,” Francis suggested. The stare Ludwig gave him made the Frenchman cower behind Elizabeta.

 He wasn’t one to usually listen to Francis’s words, but he decided to give it a try, a last resort if it meant getting Feliciano out. He tried to relax, a difficult feat, but an impressive one that left the other three hoping that it could work.

 After a moment of breathing, of easing his tone and temper, he spoke once again. “Feliciano, your test is in a couple of weeks. You need to study and prepare yourself well so you can pass it and achieve your new seal. I know the bronze stare is difficult, but I am sure that it’s what will help you the most to make it through. Please…” it was a word that he completely stressed, showing to all how difficult it was being to hold himself from turning any angrier. “Come and let’s continue to try and strengthen it. I’m sure soon enough it would not end in pain for you.”

 “No!”

 Ludwig punched the door harshly, strong as to make the hall shake. “Feliciano Valenti! Get out here right now!”

 “No!”

 “I will speak to your grandfather about this!”

 “Go ahead, I’ll tell him no too.”

 Ludwig couldn’t take it any longer, stomping off without even a glance, ready to head to the top and word out well what just happened.

 “Ludwig…” Gilbert called as a warning, but Ludwig was off before he could hear it.

 “My fucking god, Ludwig,” Elizabeta complained.

 Francis on the other hand, turned to the door and knocked gently. “Feli…dearie, are you all right?”

 “I…I’m fine, just, please…can you leave me alone.” The utter misery in his words did not settle any of them, who looked between themselves as if they were taking the fault for everything that occurred.

  In this hour, most were in their lessons, missions or busy with whatever their schedule, meaning that Ludwig was lucky enough to stomp through empty hallways, trying to reach what would be Augusto’s office. He had been there several times before, he knew his way well and how to reach no matter the emergencies that were ringing. Yet the halls seemed to blur, everything was unrecognizable, he moved on without any kind of command to his legs, they just decided to move on their own in a spin that was further and further away from where he wanted to go.

 Suddenly there was pain, everything aching, Ludwig trying to find relief somehow in the heavy grip he got of his head. It pierced, but not with that of his usual nails. That’s when he noticed the claws, growing more with the bigger ache felt. He groaned, knowing of a transformation.

 He could have just used some of the enchantments, potions, anything in Augusto’s very arsenal in the office he was supposed to get to. Yet in the end he refused it, the beast’s want of freedom larger than what Ludwig could control. He ran, to a forgotten exit he knew would lead well into the forest, hidden, no one there in the dark tunnels underneath to realize as he crouched, as he blackened, his eyes turning to its menacing blue, teeth a sharp to kill at simple sight, pushing the barricading door in a simple push, hinges flying, but he did not care about it as he was finally out, soil and leaves under him, an array of trees passing him now in uncaringness.

 What he did, the journey he took, the distance, the areas he trespassed and hunted, he could not remember. It was all a feast to his monster.

 When Ludwig woke up again, he laid against the shore of a running brook, just then feeling the pierce of rocks against his face and bared skin. The water ran over him and helped to clear of whatever blood and dirt, but he was still alone, half naked, cold and even lost. In his waking, he didn’t recognize any of the trees, noticed nothing in the distance, and then had to deal with a horrible headache that didn’t even let him assess the situation properly. He groaned and let his head lay back against the rocks and water, finding this the closest comfort he could get after his transformation.

 It was in moments like these that he remembered well why it was he was trying hard to get rid of this curse, why he got angry, why he really needed Feliciano to put his part entirely…or this would continue to be his faith.

 How Feliciano reacted, the transformation that then came, made the entire situation more hopeless, harder, Ludwig even coming to accept that an exit will be forever unreachable.

  It was late, late enough that night hunters had arrived a while ago and were probably already well rested in their beds. It was not hours for students, or even heir princes like Feliciano, to arise, to peek out their window to really make sure that it continued to be as still as he expected from the deep night hours. Once he made sure that the halls were for himself alone, he headed out, closing the door behind him, wearing simple black jeans and a cozy black jacket to keep him hidden between the ancient walls of the base, and just to keep him warm in this chilly night. His thread was a long one, through familiar ancient halls, to that barely opened old door that brought him out into a beautiful starry night sky, yet the fog reaching to cover it all. He could see the statues between, the steps, the balconies, some of the near trees and rocks, especially two familiar beings. Upon his entrance, Kiku was the first to transform and reach him, Mathew still new, his steadier and more careful.

 “Feliciano, you haven’t been here for a while. What has been happening?” Kiku had been worrying so much the last few days. It was the same concern in Mathew’s expression.

 Feliciano didn’t answer, the solemnity in his face continued. He came down and took sitting in a familiar space in the steps, the others joining his side, patiently waiting for him to speak. Feliciano breathed, scratching his head, eyes closed, the other two thinking he was plain simply going to take a nap out here. With the lateness and how much they knew Feliciano enjoyed and treasured his sleep, it seemed very likely.

 “I had a nightmare,” he finally uttered, soothing and silent, going along with the fog.

 “The one with the werewolf?” Kiku guessed.

 “Mhm.”

 “I’m so sorry, Feliciano.” Kiku neared closer and placed soothing hands on his shoulder, Mathew deciding to take his hands in warmth.

 “What happened in the dream this time?” Kiku thought it could help to talk about it.

 “The usual…but, this time it was different.”

 They paid extra attention.

 “I think…I think Ludwig was in it,” he admitted, yet still with question, of course still wondering if it was in fact him.

 “How did he appear? Did he slay the werewolf? Did he help you?” Mathew questioned.

 “Actually…he was the werewolf.”

 Mathew and Kiku shared glances, trying to order what they could say, how they could help.

 “Are you sure?”

 “What made you think it was him?”

 “Just…a name.”

 “Did somebody tell you it in the dream?”

 “I think so. I saw the usual monster and by the end of it, I heard Ludwig’s name, Ludwig Beilschmidt.”

 Neither knew how to answer, each dedicated to their own wonderings.

 “…I told you it was him, Kiku.” Feliciano shook, trying to hide it all by diving himself in his raised legs.

 “It…it could still mean something else,” Kiku kept trying to find reason that didn’t point at the fact that Feliciano’s teacher was actually a werewolf. “I’ve told you once before, your grandpa wouldn’t choose someone with that ability for you. Besides, if Ludwig was, wouldn’t you know by now?”

 At that Feliciano remained pensive. “They’re supposed to teach me how I can tell that…but Ludwig and I haven’t reached that part yet.”

 “Even if you haven’t been taught, wouldn’t it be obvious anyways?” Mathew thought.

 Feliciano then thought to whatever proof he had …but nothing seemed too accurate or large. Instead of bringing ease, it only brought more dread.

 Why would his dreams be like this? Why frame someone so close? What was the purpose? Why couldn’t they just stop if there wasn’t a sure goal in the first place? Why taunt him like this for no apparent reason?

 No…there had to be something, there was something he had to keep searching and analyzing for. He decided that from now on, he would be more attentive to Ludwig, focus on keeping his ears and even eyes up to the closest hint, until he could get to the signal his dreams were trying to tell him about.

 “I’m going to watch Ludwig,” he decided aloud to his friends.

 “If it will help you, then do so. We can get important findings,” Kiku found it so.

 “I’m sure it won’t be anything too dangerous,” Mathew kept positive.

 “I hope so and…also…there’s something else I want to talk about,” he feared, for the words he was to say could be considered a huge sin to this base and especially his family. Just thinking about and telling his ideas even to two statues he brought to life, made him feel like he was already trespassing an important line.

 “I’m planning to escape,” he released, and as expected, he received utter shock.

 “What are you thinking?” Mathew was the first to word out.

 “Feliciano, I’m sure there are other ways of managing with the base and your future position that does not involve running away.”

 “That’s the thing, I don’t want to involve myself with the base, I don’t want anything to do with it and I definitely do not want it in my future. Nonno is never going to listen and neither is Lovino, and after everything, this training, my dreams and what…Ludwig could be, I really don’t want to be here any longer. I’ll see if I can do something during my test.” It seemed he had thought about it.

 “Where would you go? What kind of plan do you have?” Kiku demanded in a way that reminded Feliciano of his mother, giggling.

 “I’ll go to Venice,” he was certain, already a dreamy look in his eyes at the mention of the city, as if it was a simple touristic trip.

 “Who are you going to have there? How would you even get there? Will you have money? What would you bring? Are you seriously going alone? Feliciano, please, I beg you, give yourself more time to think,” Kiku heavily worried.

 “I don’t need to. Just wanting to and leaving should be enough for me. For the rest…I’ll see what I can do.” He didn’t seem at all scared, but as blissful as if the exit was right there to take.

 “I have to agree with Kiku, this all seems too brash, Feliciano. I really think you should give yourself more time to plan out something like this…or just talk to your grandfather.”

 “That has never worked and they leave me with no other choice. I want to leave…I want to leave…no matter what happens to me afterwards out there…” In that moment, Kiku and Mathew realized that there was nothing to be done, that their words would fly over Feliciano’s head. This was an action that was to be set.

 Kiku sighed, “if you need any help from us, we’ll do what we can.” He was against this, but he was willing to help Feliciano in whatever necessary. Feliciano smiled, glad that he had them to count on.

  Ludwig managed to find his way back, taking some clothes someone had hanged around the base as his covering to get back to his living quarters, yet head still banging, groaning, hissing, an occasional stomach ache that stopped him, leaning against the wall and letting it pass momentarily before he would continue on. It was so aggravating that when he finally saw his door, he blew a deep sigh as if he had found an incredible amount of gold. He reached, pushed and open, and even at such an early morning, he wanted to take rest.

 “Ludwig…” came a gentle voice, whispered, a beautiful tone saying his name. He thought it to be a figment of his imagination, especially with the heavy headaches from his after transformation, but that’s when Feliciano showed himself, shy, scared, odd for him to see him in.

 “Feliciano…what’s wrong?” He found himself responding just as softly.

 “It’s…about yesterday. I want to apologize. I…I had a horrible dream and it made me feel awful and because of it I didn’t want to do…any kind of training,” he admitted, trembling slightly, wondering when Ludwig would scold or concur everything a fake excuse. Yet Ludwig nodded, not so affected, letting him continue. “I…I know you have a schedule you want to stay faithful to, so…I’m ready to make up and start our lessons immediately.” Feliciano stood prepared to get training that instant, unbeknown of what Ludwig just went through.

 Ludwig groaned. “I really…really appreciate it, Feliciano. I’m glad you came up to me and explained, and I would also like to apologize for how my temper got. I shouldn’t have demanded so much…especially in the state you were in.” He began to understand…he began to understand strongly, gripping his hands as if he could still feel his claws digging into his palm. “I in turn, don’t feel so good and don’t think I’d be appropriate to teach. How about you rest as well and tomorrow we can stay a couple of extra hours to make up.”

 Feliciano nodded happily, with a jump and excitement that was endearing to Ludwig, managing his own small smile.

 “Thank you so much!” He jumped and took Ludwig in a strengthening and warming embrace, catching him by surprise, stilling, left breathless and without any kind of response. After his very cold trajectory this was…every comfort he needed, well rested in this embrace. When Feliciano departed, as jumpy and glowing, he actually felt empty and vulnerable.

 “So, see you tomorrow then?”

 “Yes, see you tomorrow.”

 “All right! I hope you have a good rest.” Feliciano turned and skipped, wanting that sleep he couldn’t have the night before in his planning and wanting to see his statue friends.

 Ludwig’s gaze remained vigilant as he saw him leave, making sure he was well out of the area to unlock and head inside to his room. He instantly fell upon his bed, relieved, wallowing in its comfort… dreading the thought oh how more comfortable it would be if he had a certain warm body resting right next to his.  

 He had to groan and hit himself against his pillow to drive away Feliciano’s smile from his head.

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The Society of Romulus and Remus

Ludwig is the product of a centuries old curse that transforms him into a dangerous werewolf. His only chance for a cure is with Feliciano, heir to the Society of Romulus and Remus, a group of hunters who hunt on the supernatural. 

Sorry for the length it has taken me to post. I’ve been in Spain and things have been hectic.

                                                   Chapter 10

Ludwig hurried behind Feliciano the whole way to the hospital wing, trying to shout sense into him.

 “Feliciano! Lovino’s wounds are too complicated for a beginner! You’ll only put him at more risk!”

 “You said I could heal whatever wound!” Feliciano shouted back.

 “I didn’t think you would want to heal something at your brother’s level!”

 No matter, Feliciano had reached with his still strong intent. Ludwig followed him up the stairs, down the halls and before the ward. Only two nurses were there attending to his falling figure, most of his wounds now covered in healing bandages or IVs. The nurses, having heard how Feliciano reacted when he saw his brother this way, instantly covered and were soon to close.

 “Wait! I can heal him!” Feliciano moved between them and took secured standing right next to the sleeping figure.

 “Sir, we are doing the best we can ourselves,” one of them tried to stop him.

 “Then let me!” He raised his sleeves, revealing well his wolf mark, one of the few times Ludwig had seen it.

 As he analyzed how his brother's body was presented, surely mapping well how his own system must be organized in his ruined state, the nurses gazed over to Ludwig hoping he could say the words to get him to move back. He had already tried and knew that anything more will just fall uselessly.

 “He learned a Venetian Mark in two days and passed Carlotta’s statue just for this,” it seemed Ludwig was starting to defend upon seeing the confidence Feliciano bore, only slightly trembling because of the haunting of how Lovino was still heavily damaged and without much promise.

 The nurses widened upon hearing this, impression enough for them to hold back and watch what this could turn into. If anything, they prepared a blocking and interrupting spell under their breaths for if it failed.

 Having those eyes on him made this slightly nerve wrecking, but he quickly learned to shut them off once he was sure of the mapping he had done in his mind and how the spell was going to move across his body. He could do this, he repeated to himself in his mind, enough in it to spark the needed energy. He took the position, straight, focused on his power, arms outstretched, the center well under their shadow. As he produced the magic, all in its well route, Ludwig saw him do something new and that was utter something under his breath. That wasn’t part of the spell. He was just about ready to comment, maybe even stop him, but the blue started along with a spread across the damaged parts of the body.

 Ludwig and the nurses could tell it was difficult. Feliciano spent long times in many areas over the difficulty of the passing and the bruises, but more words and he continued through, all intrigued at the normal skin color that was beginning to return. Wounds closed, scars fully disappeared, bringing the body to a glow as if it had come anew to this world. Ludwig had never seen such a clean doing of the spell and surely it had to do with the whispers Feliciano was giving. Even as the body moved with breaths, Feliciano continued on his focus, fully until he had completed the entire body.

 In a closing of his hands, it was done, the magic gone, a strong lingering of the energy disappearing away, leaving behind a healthy and bright Lovino, For the first time since his bloodied arrival, his eyes began to blink, adjusting to the heavy lights that glowed above him. The rest didn’t dare move, as if giving it all for Lovino to take.

 Finally, hazel eyes widened completely, their usual fire and liveliness that didn’t match this ward, bandages and all the still connected IVs. He raised himself slightly, all sharing stunned expressions, either waiting for some kind of reaction.

 “What?” Lovino decided to break the silence.

 “You’re… okay?” Feliciano neared, still hesitant to touch him, afraid that he could disturb this and bring him back to his ruin of earlier.

 “I’m…completely fine…why…” he looked around to the blankness of the ceiling, walls and floors, the machines, the bandages and the IVs. “Why…why am I in the hospital wing?” He was incredulous, slightly maddened even.

 “You…you don’t remember?” One nurse questioned.

 “Remember what?”

 “The attack!”

 “Oh that…yeah, I remember that.” And still he seemed nonchalant, well rested, like he was just lazing on a couch.

 They all took a deep breath, one that seemed to push them to the floor in relief.

 “So…do you feel okay?” Feliciano began to smile.

 “I feel completely all right,” Lovino admitted truthfully, looking over to himself for all those bruises and scars. “How did you-”

 “I’ll tell you later, but, Lovino, just let me hug you!” And he jumped on him and brought that embrace. Even with Lovino’s complaints and shouts, the nurses, even Ludwig, could only smile at the touching scene, giving them that loving exchange before they would have to start his removal. In the hardened shakes and the ramblings Feliciano went on with, Lovino tried to escape his eyes anywhere in the rush, landing them suddenly on Ludwig. Their eyes only met briefly, but in those couple of seconds, Lovino held that blue for a long while…wondering…wondering…wondering…until he recognized. Sudden raging darkness, roars, blood, a hundred piercings of what seemed a hundred sharpened teeth, a near reach of death. Lovino found himself returning the embrace of his brother, cradling into his neck and letting himself that comfort of his familiarity. Feliciano felt him trembling suddenly, so he hardened his hold, whispering words of comfort and love to try and ease him back to the calm he held when he woke up. He didn’t notice the hardened glare his brother sent his teacher. Ludwig noticed how the hold was a protective one, territorial, one that flared his inner wolf. It almost seemed like Lovino was staring right at the eyes of the beast even as it lay dormant in that body. Ludwig clenched his fists and pretended to be ignorant to these stares, willingly losing to that battle to try and avoid having Lovino recognize him.

 The obvious hint were his eyes, as intense and dangerous as they had been in the attack.

  Another nurse was told of the news and it was quickly brought to their leader, who arrived later to give the same embrace of welcome, as suffocating and as embarrassing.

 “I was so scared, so scared. I dreaded to lose you and I’m so happy you’re well. You are safe and alive and healthy,” and Augusto had gone on with rumbles, never dispatching from the embrace, not halting the kisses he lay all over Lovino’s head. Sure, he had practically awakened by a coma, didn’t mean that he was accepting all this love feast easily, only trying to find escape even in his jailed position on the bed by the strength of his grandfather’s arms.

 “Now, are you sure you’re all right? No headaches, no strains?” Augusto finally released him, his hand working as the expectations to his questions.

 “Fine, completely fine. I can’t even remember how it felt like,” Lovino eased, pulling away that searching hand.

 “And you’re sure you’re ready to leave the ward?” Augusto still wanted to make sure.

 “I would this very instant. In fact, can I leave right now?”

 “Easy there, give yourself a break to rest.”

 “I rested long enough. I want to get back to work.” Lovino was determined.

 “Really?...After that attack?”

 “It’s the usual for someone of the society. Heir or not, it was bound to happen to me.”

 “This kind of attack would have killed anyone. You’re lucky Feliciano mastered a Venetian Mark in two days just for you, or who knows how things would have ended.”

 “Two days!” Lovino shouted incredulous, rising slightly from the bed in the push of surprise.

 “I had the same reaction.” Augusto shushed him back to a proper sitting.

 Feliciano stood in delight beside the bed, sporting a bright smile.

 “I have to say I’m very impressed and of course proud. What made you so determined to learn it in two days?”

 “I…really, really, really wanted to save Lovino.”

 Augusto smiled, now brining him closer to the bed in his own crushing embrace.

 “You are both admirable. Lovino, I see you soon reaching a golden sheep seal, and Feliciano, you have impressed me with this ability. Your dedication is true and just what this society needs.” There was faltering in Feliciano’s smile. “Perhaps you shall soon get your bronze sheep seal. I shall speak to Ludwig, you will be ready for your hunter test.”

 Feliciano couldn’t hold his grin, fear carved, one Augusto didn’t notice as Lovino came out with another concern.

 “Nonno, can I speak to you alone for a moment?”

 Augusto raised an eyebrow, Feliciano already standing from the bed, wanting immediate leaving from his grandfather’s words.

 “I’ll let you guys talk then,” Feliciano decided, rushing off to other freer things that could rise him from the new mood his grandfather brought.

 They were alone in the ward now, nurses and others passing along not seeming to want to interrupt whatever it was they were to speak about.

 “What is it?” Augusto neared to keep their conversation low.

 “Ludwig.”

  The German they spoke on about had decided on training for the day, exercises and lifts that he shared with others in a gym. He practiced on his breathing, on more of the controls that Augusto had given him, well on him even afterwards as he made his way around the base, thinking if he should have an early dinner or spend time on new readings. He passed by the hospital and suddenly found himself remembering Lovino. Curious over his wellbeing (especially after he was the one that caused it), he went over to see if he was still there. He arrived just to see his first standing since the attack, dressed well and ready to head back to his usual in the base. He seemed quite eager and strong, but then they caught their eyes, and he was soured, angry, turning away and already stomping to some other place in the hospital with no cringe or delay in his body. It was unexpected, and it left Ludwig in question. He didn’t notice Augusto was there until he began to approach him, a confident smile that didn’t show at all menace until a harsh hand had fallen well on his shoulder.

 “Come with me, Ludwig,” Augusto commanded, leading Ludwig to another more secluded hall, with no array of doctors and nurses. Even when they found this place, Augusto refused to let him go.

 “You were there, weren’t you?” His tone was sharp.

 “Whe-where?” Ludwig feared.

 “In Lithuania, more specifically, the forest where my grandson was attacked.”

 Ludwig froze, silent and with not even a word on his mind to tell Augusto.

 “Out with it, boy! Speak the truth!” He commanded.

 How could Ludwig continue to defend himself of something that left a marking well for Augusto to know…and perhaps even Lovino.

 “Sir…it was a powerful transformation I couldn’t control.”

 “Didn’t I give you emergency pills?”

 “I couldn’t reach them on time. Sir, I speak with the outmost truth that I was completely taken and unaware. I would never, ever, do a thing to harm you so closely. I apologize heavily, and I am willing to prove it however necessary.”

 Augusto saw it well in his eyes, which controlled whatever violence the hunter and grandfather in him wanted to deal this in.

 Augusto sighed, his hold now more comforting, his voice the gentile of family. “For your chances in staying in the society, not betraying my trust and your curse breaking, I hope so.”

 Ludwig was released, and for a moment he thought he was free.

 “I confide in you a lot, Ludwig. But I have to admit, I’m still taking a huge risk in letting you be my son’s private teacher. I trust well your control, plus the medicines and charms I have given you. This is only your first time breaking out of that line and my grandson was saved by a spell you did well to teach Feliciano quickly, so I will let it pass. But mark my words. You attack someone of my family again and I will personally be your end,” he threatened with quite a growl that reminded Ludwig, of well…a wolf.

 “Understood.” Ludwig lowered his head in acceptance to such faith.

 “Good, now, about Lovino…”

 “Did he…?”

 “Recognize you? Probably. My grandson has good instinct and can tell the signs of when a beast is among us.”

 Ludwig raised his eyes, for he felt Augusto accusing him harshly with that word.

 “It was hard convincing him and I doubt I truly cleared his suspicions, but I did enough so he wouldn’t go out to take you down by himself, but be wary, he told me he will keep you under a heavy watch, more so when he knows you spend a lot of time alone with Feliciano.” He turned, soon to take his leave, but of course he wasn’t done yet.

 “Which reminds me, Ludwig, I congratulate heavy what you did to get Feliciano to learn it. You have proven more than ever your abilities as a teacher in this base.”

 Ludwig tried to hide his pride, but a small grin escaped that Augusto caught.

 “How ready do you think he is for his first testing?”

 And it was gone, his thoughts now lost on that probability.

 “I…don’t know, sir. We haven’t really done much on hunting tactics. When’s the next test?”

 Augusto looked through his mind for the exact date. “About a month from now…do you think that’s enough to prepare him?” Augusto seemed to force that determination while Ludwig only stuttered.

 “To be honest, sir, I don’t know.” He let himself say and Augusto appreciated it at least.

 “After this one, the next test will take place in six months. It would be best if we didn’t have to wait that long,” was the last suggestion he decided to give, turning away to give Ludwig the time to think for himself.

  Three days had passed only, days that Ludwig had decided on a locking in his room, reorganizing his year plan notebook concerning his curse breaking, an organizing depending heavily on Feliciano’s progress.

 With his quickness in learning the Venetian Mark, something immensely good he admitted, it still drove his planning book in a mess that had him pulling his hair for every change and effect even for months ahead. Another haunting headache was his decision if to enter Feliciano into the next group testing. Sure, it would mean a new level and his first seal, it would mean access to all new materials that had to do with the other spells, as well as just a new name to talk about for the Valenti. But this was majorly a hunting test, risky because they go out into an actual field with actual dangers. Any slip off can be very costly and he just couldn’t imagine seeing Feliciano leave any of that without the least injury of a broken bone. But waiting six months…that would be too long a wait for the rest of the spells, to watch Feliciano improve and grow.

 He left his office then, late in the night, halls practically deserted when he arrived at his room. As it had been in his life before he was taken into the society, his room was surrounded by books, all having to do with his teachings, or just new things Ludwig wanted to know more about. Because of their plentitude, sometimes he would forget the books he had, covered well by all the others he would get new, in quite a mess that he wasn’t really proud of. No matter what he did, a book was always on the way, seeming to come from out of nowhere and surprise him as if ready to attack. Ludwig was a werewolf…he could feel anything’s approach and defend himself well…even against books.

 He wasn’t meaning to read anything. Once he was done with his washing, he prepared the bed and pushed aside whatever books were on top of it. He hoped he would have a better decision in the morning after sleep, one the very room wanted to help with. As soon as Ludwig was well tucked in his bed, a book he had overhead on a shelf fell right beside his face. Any other and he would pushed it aside like the rest, but the form of its cover took his instant interest.

 It was an old leathered book Augusto had lent him back in the year that he had started in the society. It was part of a pile that he had said would help. He hadn’t remembered looking through this one, having better interest in what was Michelangela’s compendium and practically pushing aside the others. This one had a single eye in its front, carved in darkness that was somewhat eerie to Ludwig. He reached for it, opening to find a power and spell book for the usage of eyes. There were several basic ones that he could do himself, ones that you could teach to children, ones he had taught well to other students, difficult ones, even ones he had never read before. The last chapter was on ‘The Bronze Stare’ an extremely familiar one. Usually there was barely anything about it, mostly simplistic things that always kept Ludwig wondering if there was more. But this book, for once, brought something more extensive to the spell, showing more than what Ludwig originally thought it was for.

 The Bronze Stare was known as a tracking and sight spell, to see things from afar and to better find and reach them. Yet, as the book showed more that it was perhaps where the spell was originally written on, it said that there was more to its purpose. He read that it could be used to paralyze or even kill from distance. Ludwig now couldn’t find it in him to sleep, reading on in all its full potency…one the would surely help Feliciano for when he joined the test.

  This new book slammed well on Ludwig’s desk, startling Feliciano suddenly, who was wide awake, unlike other times mind you.

 “You’re joining the next group testing,” Ludwig declared, taking his usual seat in his chair.

 “What?” Feliciano was confused.

 “You know that every six months, the society creates a test where they send newcomers to the Paneveggio to hunt for creatures that are either released by the very society or happen to be there as they try to find a way to get into our base. Whoever passes it, is granted a new level, a seal and relinquish their titles as beginners. If not, you will have to wait another six months and to be honest, I would rather not wait that long.” He already took pens and empty notebooks ready for the lesson, tapping them as he leaned forward, waiting for whatever questions Feliciano might have. Since he remained silent, he continued.

 “You’ll be joining the students of other teachers, will be given all the necessary equipment and will be rightfully prepared.”

 “And…when is the test?”

 “At the end of the month.”

 “But…that only gives us a couple of weeks!” Feliciano panicked.

 “I said you’ll be rightfully prepared. For the next couple of weeks, we’ll be focusing on your hunting skills, as well as,” he opened the browned leathered book, until it was back at the important chapter, “the Bronze Stare.”

 Feliciano was still too preoccupied with the ticking time, knowing of the exhaustion of physical training that will come, of the soon approach of having to kill to really think about this new spell.

 “What is it?” He finally managed to question.

 “It’s a sight intensification spell.”

 “Oh, then it has to be simple,” Feliciano excited.

 “In its basic form, yes, but we’ll be doing something different with it.” And Ludwig then turned the pages until he was in the last section that talked about paralyzing and killing. As soon as Feliciano saw those words, he gulped and moved the furthest away he could in his seat.

 “The best chance you have at even surviving this test is this spell.”

 That didn’t make Feliciano any confident about it.

  Of course, they had to practice the spell, but alongside it they had to prepare Feliciano’s body for the training and intensity the spell asked when it came to hitting its targets until destruction and just hunting in general. It was back to the excruciating exercises, to the bruises from sticks and rocks they would use to practice different weapons, to the cringes and turns that made Feliciano cry, less and less visits to the terrace of statues because of how tired he was and how he wanted to spend most of his time just crashed on his bed.

 On one particular day, Ludwig had let Feliciano do his first try on the Bronze stare. After how vicious the last days had been, he thought it to be something that could be of relaxation, peace for his body and mind.

 He had been absolutely wrong.

 His first tries gave him headaches, bulging and attacking headaches that had him groaning on the floor, Ludwig having to give him potions of medicine and even bags of ice to place on his head. He was sent back to his room completely drained, looking like an attacked mess and wanting nothing more than to lay for weeks on.

 He arrived, his shirtless body in red, sweat, pushing everything to the side, simply riding of every piece of clothing and instantly falling upon his bed. The grasp of the darkness of sleep caught him, and he smiled for once in his hardened day as he finally settled with something of peace.

 He dreamed of children playing in a beautiful garden, a banquet of the most delightful sweets presented for them. Feliciano acted in this dream as their caretaker, handing them all the caramel apples, chocolates with nuts and gum they wanted. A small orchestra played, a sweetened song that was tempting Feliciano into a dance with the children instead of working on more chocolate lollipops for them.

 Ah yes, peace, peace, peace, peace…thunder.

 The skies darkened, with an approaching storm, all scurrying to head inside to the palace behind them. Yet Feliciano was the only one that was not permitted the escape, being forced to watch as this storm that came brought along with it a destroying black smoke, tearing apart the surrounding trees, rivers and fountains.

 Come on, come on, come on, he repeated to himself as he tried to dispatch from whatever mud kept him standing there, sweating, huffing, shaking, trying every pull he could.

 The smoke began to take form, large, a last intimidating wave before it decided to consume this castle of peace, of escape.

 No, no, no, no, not this, not that familiarity of the monster wolf, of those eyes of red, another of blue, evil grimaces with the most intimidating teeth, already gushing blood and wanting nothing but more to add. At every shout, at every try to get himself away from that spot, the monster only turned larger, a form of menace that did well to cover his entire being under its shadow.

 Beilschmidt, Beilschmidt, Beilschmidt, Beilschmidt, it repeated like always, the last warning before it reigned, dropping its violence and destroy to pain and breaking.

 Ludwig Beilschmidt.

 Feliciano awoke with a heavy take of breath, only to release it in a scream, a sitting, hard to let it die down, hard to see in this darkness, in this clutching space. He had to give constant taps around his sheets and blankets to realize that he was in his room, alone, no ominous eyes in the darkness ready to consume him. He quickly headed to his bedside table, taking out the matches and lighting one of the scented candles he had there. It was a dim light, but enough to see, not so shinning, a relaxing orange settling in the room that was comfort and embracing warmth.

 Once the scent of sea breeze from the candle reached him, he finally breathed easily, settling well on his bed, laying upon it in great relief.

 A dream, a dream, it was only a dream. For a moment there was comfort in it, until he remembered that he hadn’t had those kinds of nightmares in a while. He thought them gone, he thought he could finally have that freedom in his dreams, liberated…but it wasn’t so.

 It had been a long time since he had cried about them, since he had weakened so much into his bed, dreading their return, their surely continuing to haunt.

 Ludwig Beilschmidt. This time they said his full name, reminding Feliciano of the fear in that family name, of his questions pertaining it. All over again to that unsettlement of years ago, wondering and wanting…only this time it was close, it was his teacher, those scolding blue eyes seeming more fearful now than ever. He had never been so terrified of him.

 “Why didn’t you stop? Why didn’t you stop?” Feliciano scolded himself, gripping his head harshly as he slammed himself against his pillow.

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The Society of Romulus and Remus

Ludwig is the product of a centuries old curse that transforms him into a dangerous werewolf. His only chance for a cure is with Feliciano, heir to the Society of Romulus and Remus, a group of hunters who hunt on the supernatural.      

                                                   Chapter 9

“A polar bear?!” Feliciano exclaimed, childish wonder in the way he alighted that made Mathew chuckle.

“Yes, his name was Kumajiro, found him as a little cub who lost his mother after some hunters in my town killed her. I took him in and cared for him dearly, almost like a pet or perhaps a brother.” He remembered it all so fondly, a very sweet smile on his face that Kiku and Feliciano couldn’t help but join into, sitting before him on one of the rails, legs crossed, their attention on nothing but the new statue that Feliciano had given life to.

It had been well over a week since his welcoming back into their living, Feliciano dedicated to their exchange, to their anecdotes, to their growing friendship that made him each day more excited to come to this hidden terrace.

“Before I headed off to the war, I sent him off into the wild and luckily some researchers decided to keep an eye on him for me.” His eyes were then saddened, surely missing the animal, for he didn’t return to Canada after the war.

“And you didn’t know about him again afterwards?” Feliciano asked worriedly.

“Sadly, no, it was hard to maintain contact.”

Feliciano joined along in that drop. “Maybe we can find him again,” Feliciano expected excitedly with great belief.

“Feliciano, that was many years ago. I’m sorry to be brash, but he has been long dead. Perhaps we can simply find some sort of great grandson,” Kiku made clear, not wanting to have them hope so high.

“That’s good enough! We can do that!” Feliciano pointed, alighting once again.

“How do you expect to do that?”

“I’m sure with the right calls and getting the right people-” suddenly he was alone. Kiku had materialized to his fox statue, Mathew into his own, having learned after his continuous chats with them. This usually happened when they sensed the coming of another that was not Feliciano’s familiarity. He groaned, knowing someone was coming, interrupting him from his peace and fun in this base.

It was Carlos, the Cuban who was one of his grandfather’s closest workers. He seemed anxious, breathing heavily, showing clear sign of hurrying his way to this area, an intense worry in his eyes that began to make Feliciano nervous.

“Feliciano! It’s your brother!”

He didn’t waste another breath or thought.

Without a wave or goodbye to Kiku or Mathew, he stood and hurried alongside him to the depths of the base, between the crowds, all filled with worried whispers, especially when they spotted Carlos and Feliciano trying to make their way between, the younger brother’s eyes already brimming with tears imagining the worst. To his biggest fears, they arrived before the hospital wing, the bottom floors in the usual commotion of patients, but once they reached the upper areas, he could already feel the agitation spreading, nurses and healers going through and fro in emergency, some crying, some fighting in corners, others going into a specified room with all kinds of machines, utensils, bandages and bottles. It was before this area that Carlos stopped Feliciano, pointing to all those who gathered at surely a scene of the worst calamities. There were so many, so many in urgency and desperation that Feliciano couldn’t even figure who exactly it was they were trying to save.

“You’ve made it!” He felt a familiar pull of his shoulder, a turn to a warm chest that was relieving in this unknown emergency, one his grandfather seemed shaken enough by.

“Nonno, what happened?” Feliciano asked.

“Lovino, he was attacked."

“What?” Feliciano exclaimed enough to release himself, his eyes now begging for immediate answers, dread in the heavy grip he kept of his grandfather’s arms.

“He was close to reaching Poland when it happened. We think his mark must have lighten up and he went hunting into the woods. The area showed a fight and clear signs of a werewolf presence…as well as Lovino’s injuries.” Augusto could feel the jolt, the panic shinning in Feliciano’s eyes as he turned to the ward where now he knew his brother was being attended. Augusto tried to keep a heavy grip on him, but Feliciano had to push himself forward, between the crowds, between all the working, uncaring to the shouts, to the denies. He could already spot red between the moving figures, on the bed, on the bandages and items they constantly used for his cleaning, all heading about with more and more, never ending.

It was just as a nurse moved away to get another batch of their special alcohol potions when Feliciano could see his brother in the fullness of what he suffered.

The most horrid was the deep red gash that spread from his neck to the other side of his stomach, heavy cuts on his face, bruises so strong they even bled from their purple, making this body seemed more lifeless, stronger than whatever hope Feliciano tried to keep. He choked, the tears now flowing easy down his face, his color drained to leave him in sickness.

“No! Lovino! Lovino! Lovino!” He came close to a hold of his arm, limp, his blood quickly coating his own uniform, but it didn’t matter, not when he begged for his bettering, calling as if to wake him from a mere sleep.

“Mr. Valenti, you must leave, you have to let us save him,” one nurse tried to dispatch him.

“No! No! No!” He kept denying, his grip still harsh on his brother, even as a second nurse came to help the first one in his pulling out.

He only let go once a third had come along, practically pushing him to the halls, closing the ward around them in strong glass to keep him from entering again. Feliciano had fallen so weak he simply kneeled to the floor, shaking, sobbing, so much it didn’t let him see, didn’t let him breathe, feel the cold, the stares he surely got or even as his grandfather knelt beside him and offered his warmth with a strong grasp and embrace.

  Augusto had excused Feliciano from his lesson, Ludwig relieved and even thanking his leader for giving him a chance to relax for the day as well. Any would joke and say that it was because of the usual stress his young grandson stirred, but Augusto could tell a tired and strained tone when he called him.

Augusto reminded himself that Ludwig had just come back from a tiring mission as well…from the very areas Lovino had been attacked in.

From his many dealings with Ludwig for the past five years, he had prepared a scheduling to his transformations, all from experiences and practices. Ludwig had thanked him dearly, it worked better to prepare him, perhaps even stop them in emergencies. Augusto knew it well, for it was with that information that he helped Ludwig in establishing the hours and days he would teach Feliciano, to avoid any kind of incidents that might have Augusto regretting his taking into the group.

Now he was having one of those moments of doubt, for he recalled that Ludwig was scheduled to change around the time Lovino was attacked. He did not want to think the worst, he thought himself perhaps paranoiac and wanting immediate answers to avenge his grandson, but he had to consider everything as he would now search.

Three days of rest Feliciano was given, and by the fourth day he still felt as dreaded as the moment he saw the state of his brother. By then they had stabilized him enough, but he had yet to waken. There were still complications arising and there had been no sureness if he would be well or if they should prepare for the worst. The last few nights had been sleepless to Feliciano, and not even a visit to Kiku and Mathew were enough to relieve him from the new storm in his mind. His worries were seen clear in his grey expression, his slump, his deflated smile as he did a routinely sitting on his chair in front of Ludwig’s desk. Ludwig could not ignore it, he was fearful of starting anything, knowing for sure that Feliciano wouldn’t pay it an ounce of attention, so what was the point? Still, his scheduling, his goal, he had been away, and then these days of rest Feliciano was given over the occurrence of his brother. Any more thought of it brought back flashes of awful memories, of blood, of shed, of a killing intent that was nestled in his monstrous form that gave him feelings of melancholy as Feliciano. He felt so impure, so unworthy of this uniform, of where he was sitting, of the flesh he could sometimes live moments of peace in, and as he turned towards Feliciano, meaning to force himself to do something, he thought himself unworthy of even being in the heir’s presence. Even in his gloom and dejection, Feliciano shone as enchanting, his curls still as immaculate, his eyes as glowing, his countenance as admirable, handsome, beautiful and angelic, shinning so to burn him into his seat of evil and darkness.

He caused him this misery, he caused him this work he clearly did not want to be doing, he was only but another weigh that tried to take shinning colors from him, that wanted to use him for his undoing.

He had to stop this, he couldn’t continue in this sorrow. There was work, things needed to be done, Augusto would surely question for the newest progress. He placed the folder with all the homework Feliciano had made with Gilbert in his time away on the desk, ordered and corrected, quite loudly as to awake them both from whatever was being said in their minds.

“You did these quite well on your own,” Ludwig admitted, which earned him a sudden perk of vivacity from Feliciano. “But…” of course. Feliciano rolled his eyes and blew a fall of curls away from his face. There was always something that went wrong.

“I think Gilbert mistook my message. You weren’t supposed to be doing that section from Michelangela’s compendium.” Ludwig placed the book along with the notebooks Feliciano used to do his writing right in front for him to see clear what he wanted to discuss.

“The Venetian Mark." Ludwig brought forward the page as well as pointed to the paragraph, a section beautifully made as it was the canvas for a famous Venetian mask. Ludwig awaited for another reaction other than Feliciano’s wondered expression as he took in the steel shine of the colors and the beautifully cursive words, but he didn’t share any other words, awaiting for Ludwig’s continuation to begin his lesson for the day.

For some reason Ludwig was expecting him suspicious, guessing everything and revealing his true nature.

“It’s a full restoration spell,” Ludwig simply started. “Instead of focusing on wounds or bruises, this spell works by focusing on blood instead, using it as a healing potion that can bring a victim to a complete healthy state. It takes a lot of knowledge and mapping of blood vessels in the body as full complete usage of blood must take place in the spell. A single missing can cause the entire spell to fail or even worsen the victim’s state,” Ludwig explained, pointing to a drawn sketch of the circulation system glowing blue to signify usage of the spell.

“During my time away you were supposed to create a proper vessel map to study and I could test you on, but it seems we will be learning this together.” Ludwig sounded excited, while Feliciano could already feel a headache coming.

And it was as so that they started this lesson of return, dedicated to mapping and learning every pathway, every part in the passage of blood in one’s body. To really learn them, Feliciano had begun giving certain parts silly names to remember, writing them in his notes and getting eye rolls from Ludwig once he saw them.

At least he was learning it.

Feliciano was dedicated, answering well Ludwig’s testing, his spacing in thoughts having to do with the studying. Ludwig was proud, and he liked to hope the rest of the spells that had to do with his curse breaking could be this easy and attentive…as well as the rest of his lessons.

“Why is it called the Venetian Mark?”

Ludwig expected Feliciano to ask at some point. It was an obvious question when Feliciano himself held the Venetian wolf mark.

“You do know that Michelangela is an ancestor of yours?” Feliciano nodded. “And you do know that every spell here is a collection from many past family members of yours.” Yes, he knew well. “This is a spell by Carlotta Valenti. Like you, she held the Venetian Mark and based this spell off her mark, as it helped with perfecting the spell,” Ludwig explained.

“So…only those with the Venetian Mark can do the spell?”

“Not really, it’s just easier for those who have the mark.”

Feliciano took a moment to raise his glove and gaze to his specific mark, turning and taking every known detail about it, the same since his birth. “For me…it would be easy?” He wondered as much.

“Yes, I’m expecting you to actually master it by the end of the week.”

That soon? Feliciano was rather impressed by quite the high belief Ludwig had in him for this.

“How would I know if I mastered it?”

“By healing a victim.” Ludwig then took out a pile of papers and began looking through them. “There’s a Ukrainian woman here with minor injuries that they have already approved for you to try out the spell on. Now, I won’t let you try this until I’m extremely sure that you can do it, we have a lot of time to practice and study and there’s no need to worry about-”

“What kind of injuries can I heal?” Feliciano interrupted, his thoughts still on Lovino.

Ludwig was rather startled but didn’t mind answering. “Any really, no matter how intense. There’s a legend that talks about Carlotta using this spell on her recently dead husband, bringing him back as perfectly as his accident had never happened.”

That really got the mechanism of Feliciano’s mind to work, thinking back to the wounds that had haunted him from his brother and how it connected to the images of the vessels he was studying. But not only was it this spell, no. Why not add another spell to the mixture? The life awakening.

As he focused on some of the readings, diagrams, he could already fix parts of the life awakening to work here as well, doubling the results and really assuring proper and perfect healing to the victim.

“You said you expect me to know it by the end of the week?”

“Yes, but we can still-”

“What if I can do it in two days?” Feliciano wondered as well as challenged.

“Two days?” Ludwig raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, two days, I want to learn the spell in two days,” Feliciano persisted.

Ludwig was still skeptic. “Feliciano, I know that holding the Venetian mark makes it easier, but I believe two days is too much. A week will be best, and it is still quicker than most."

“A week is too long,” Feliciano showed his fear clear.

“For what?”

“I just…” Feliciano was nervous to admit, playing with his fingers, keeping his eyes to ground, pensive, his mind only showing images of his fallen brother. “I need to know this spell in two days.”

“Feliciano, it’s a lot of work to take. You’ll have to wake up earlier than usual, probably skip breakfast or lunch, stay inside this office maybe until midnight.” Ludwig honestly detested the idea.

“I’ll do it!” Was the surprise response. “I’ll do it all! I don’t care. To learn it as soon as possible is all that matters.” The rare fire of determination for his studies was strong, one that Ludwig knew there was nothing he could do to extinguish. He wanted to go through this, and Ludwig, knowing that it also meant a spell that could break his curse, gave a defeated sigh to his request, organizing everything for the intensity they were going to take their studies for the next couple of hours.

  Feliciano stayed true to his promised focus. Those two days were spent in the confinements of Ludwig’s office, with nothing but books, drawings, and Feliciano’s recitation as he learned every vessel, drew them by memory, tested it on plants and grass Ludwig brought until he would settle down to sleep from exhaustion on Ludwig’s desk. Between the scattering of papers, pictures, models, fauna and even empty plates where they had their breakfast, lunch, and dinner, Feliciano would find his bed, and Ludwig wouldn’t deny it from him. Still not so tired, he went through the papers Feliciano had worked on, all done to perfection with no mistakes to find. He really outdid himself with this. Uncanny but perseverant. He hoped that he would learn from this and continue this behavior. As he looked at him, to his gentile expression, moving in and out with his breaths, occasionally breaking out a smile from pleasant dreams, flushed, adorable…yes, he was adorable. Ludwig groaned at deeming him as such, but he smiled, yet he noticed his shiver and he wouldn’t let him dare continue with that cold. On a sudden caring impulse, he removed his own uniformed black coat, stood and headed to place the mantle over Feliciano. In an instant the shivering stopped, Feliciano sinking more into that sudden warmth, absentmindedly pulling the coat to keep him more protected. Ludwig was left with only but a sleeved shirt, gazing about the office and wondering if he should get a couch for if Feliciano slept like this again. He still didn’t feel tired, and although it was wrong to leave Feliciano alone like this, he thought it best to prepare the next part of his training. Also…his hand began to pulse, claws starting a slow elongating. He decided on using one of Augustus’s charms this time to avoid any other transformation, heading off quick to get it.

  Feliciano awoke the next morning with strain on his body, but warm, with a lovely scent that he delved more into, smiling as he had in that garden dream. Wait, what did he had on him?

He rose with a deep yawn, hands extending in a long stretch, when done landing on the coat surrounding him. He gazed curiously to it, recognizing it as Ludwig’s.

Oh…that was so sweet of him. He had to thank him. That’s when he took notice of the fact that he wasn’t there. “Ludwig?” He called.

Luckily he didn’t have to wait long, Ludwig arrived seconds later with breakfast in his hands. “Ah, you’re awake.” He settled Feliciano’s coffee and slice of almond cake on the desk, for himself the same drink and some pancakes.

“When did I fall asleep?” He asked, immediately going to his coffee.

“Sometime after midnight, one or two.”

Feliciano removed the coat and handed it with the sweetest smile. “Thank you. It was very nice.”

“You were cold,” Ludwig could only say, avoiding his eyes and trying to calm whatever blush could arise. He took the coat rather harshly, placing it quickly on a rack. He had gotten another coat while working on the preparations.

“When did you fall asleep?” Feliciano asked curiously.

Ludwig shrugged, beginning to drink his coffee, “Four, I think.”

Feliciano almost dropped his cake. “It’s seven, you only had three hours of sleep," he was incredulous, insulted, a little too much, Ludwig thought.

“Don’t fret so much about it, I had things to prepare.”

“Like what?”

Ludwig was glad he asked.

Once their breakfast was done, he led him forward through one of the deep halls of the base, the rocky walls around them humid, the torches more ancient, with rooms that surely hadn’t been visited in decades. Feliciano had to admit he was rather fretful.

They reached the very end, a door Ludwig had easily opened despite the old hinges because of his recent visits. There was not much on the room but a rock marble table with an ancient statue laying upon it. There were no details on it, no nose, no eyes, not even properly shaped hands and feet, but it did have a sunken connection of lines throughout. Through what Feliciano had learned in his lesson, he could tell that it was an exactness to the circulation system.

“What is this?”

“A sort of practice dummy made by Carlotta Valenti to teach her students her own spell. Not used as much as in the past, but it works well. Through this I will test if you are capable. If you pass, we’ll move on to using the spell on an actual person,” Ludwig explained, his compulsive cleaner self continuing to rid any spec of dust on it.

“Any person?” Feliciano asked, already placing his hands over the dummy, the stance he had studied well to take when beginning.

“Yes, any,” Ludwig made clear once again.

That was enough perseverance.

“You can try out as many times as needed. I already spoke to Yekaterina and she told me that she can wait for the healing. Now, I suggest-”

“Ludwig…can you please…stay silent for a moment?” Feliciano asked innocently, a smile and shine even with the command in his question.

“Of course, sorry.” And obediently he didn’t give a word.

Feliciano suddenly getting commanding like that…was giving him a tingling feeling he would have preferred to push out.

Once Feliciano was assured of the silence, he only filled it with easy breathes, then commanding the magic through his body to work. Proof of its beginning was in the glow through his gloved hands, where surely his wolf mark was brightening in power. A glowing light of blue began in the dummy’s stomach, right where Feliciano’s hands were over. Like a magnet, Feliciano pulled the thin blue lines through all the crevices, staying longer on the difficult ones until he had gotten enough entanglement to continue throughout the whole body. Just like that, it was done, all the crevices were covered in blue, then glowing green to show completion before it all disappeared. Feliciano found it as a sign to stop, letting his hands fall in relaxation, breathing out the slight difficulty it had been to his body. He smiled and turned over to Ludwig expecting his comments, surprised to see him completely shocked and paralyzed.

“What?” He wondered.

“That’s… the quickest I’ve seen somebody do a Venetian Mark…” The impression was well set in his eyes, gazing on to Feliciano as if all the details on how exactly he did it were written all over his skin.

Feliciano raised his hands to look, impressed with his skill, glowing in a big childish smile that even made him give small little jumps.

“So I did it? Did I do it how you wanted? Am I ready?” He seemed to beg.

“Yes, better than how I imagined,” Ludwig admitted.

“So that means I can use it on a person now?” Feliciano came close, desperation clear.

“Yes, if you want, we can go right now to use it on Yeka-”

“No!” Feliciano quickly rushed away, Ludwig’s sight catching the flap of his black coat as he exited the room.

“Feliciano…? Feliciano!” Unsure of what he was planning to do, he ran and tried to reach him. “What are you thinking of doing?” He shouted as he spotted him already taking the stairs at the end of the hall.

“I’m going to heal my brother!”

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The Society of Romulus and Remus

Ludwig is the product of a centuries old curse that transforms him into a dangerous werewolf. His only chance for a cure is with Feliciano, heir to the Society of Romulus and Remus, a group of hunters who hunt on the supernatural.

                                                     Chapter 8             

“Now, are you sure you don’t want anyone accompanying you?” Augusto still insisted, coming close, making sure that Lovino was appropriately dressed, earlier making sure that he had packed all that he needed, even giving him some extra small weapons to keep in his pockets if anything.

“Nonno, stop worrying, I’ll be fine, I’ve done worst trips than this,” Lovino assured, coming close to the group of people saying goodbye as they waited for the bus doors to open in preparation to leave.

“Be safe still,” Feliciano worried just as much.

“There’s still the wave of werewolves in the area,” Augusto reminded.

“So? I’ve done my fair share of hunting already. I can take them,” he was confident, already tapping the pocket where he kept everything specifically for werewolves. That’s when the bus roared, when the doors opened and all the travelers began their ascend, wishing last goodbyes and hugs, one Lovino had to participate in, especially with worry warts as his grandfather and younger brother. Feliciano held the tightest and longest embrace, swaying and wanting to coax Lovino enough to staying.

“It’ll be only two weeks,” Lovino assured him.

“Still, I’ll miss you so badly,” Feliciano pouted on his shoulder.

“Oh come on, you’ve dealt with months without me, what is this going to be? Tell you what, I’ll bring you a gift, just like I used to, ask away and I’ll do what I can to bring it,” he promised with that rare pure smile and loving intent in his eyes. It spread over to Feliciano, excited over the millions of possibilities he could have, that he knew Lovino would give him. He stayed pensive as he jumped in his spot thinking, licking his lips and looking above as if his sure idea could fall from the sky.

“Flowers! Bring me the prettiest flowers you see in the trip, and I’ll make us both the most wonderful crowns,” he decided, excited already and many designs surely presented in his mind to create.

Lovino rolled his eyes at such a childish and calm idea, but nodded in sureness, one last embrace before he decided to move away, a last wave to his family as he boarded, the last member the driver was waiting for, once having him in, already settling off to the hidden road that would soon bring them back to the bustling of normal civilization away from the lives of the base and hunt. Augusto and Feliciano didn’t leave until they saw it disappear with the darkness of the hidden tunnel, gone and to deal with everything how Lovino could. All they could wish for was luck and their uttermost blessing.

  No matter the personal turmoil, Feliciano was expected to go on with his usual daily lesson with Ludwig. Augusto himself had insisted and he decided on being obedient, down the usual routes of the base, into the building and up to his office, trying to erase the sadness from earlier with a blow and an opening into the room. To his surprise, he met Ludwig packing some things from his office into a small bag…which took his own seat, leaving him standing there awkwardly as he watched his instructor move about the room.

“Um…” he tried to get his attention wondering what he should do.

“Ah yes, Feliciano, about your lessons the next two weeks,” he worried about now as he brought his GPS to pack in a safe area, the last item in one of his pockets before he sealed it.

“Uh…are you leaving?” Feliciano wondered as much.

“Got assigned a mission in Lithuania."

“Lithuania? With all the werewolf sightings?”

“Exactly. They need some extra hands on defending some of the smaller villages and they decided on recruiting me on that brigade."

“So, you’re leaving?” Feliciano was startled and confused, Ludwig was not one to do his business so suddenly, especially when he was in the midst of dealing with instructing the leader’s grandson.

“Yes, in about,” he checked his watch, “thirty minutes. My rental should be arriving then and I would head off instantly.” He went to some cabinets at the other side of the room checking if there were some weapons he should bring from the ones there.

“For how long?” Feliciano followed him all throughout.

“I’ll try to make it a week and a half. I already told them I can’t stay longer, I should only really be focusing on your teachings.” Done, there was nothing else to pack, he could close his bag in finalization.

“And…what about my lessons then?” Feliciano wondered, a sudden excitement within him as he already celebrated some days of relaxation and freedom. He didn’t hide it enough as Ludwig glared and was already suspicious.

“I’m leaving you some work to do, already numbered and organized in that folder there.” He pointed to the sole item on the desk with even a pen and pencil for Feliciano to use.

“Really?”

“I want it all done by the time I return, with no excuses or failure. You have more than enough time and chances to get help,” he grimaced and pointed to him with insisting, command and anger, clear and absolute.

“Still, I won’t let you deal with all this just by yourself.” He opened the door and-

“Feli dearie!” Gilbert shouted in instant welcome, arms expanding in his self-explosion and presentation.

“Gilbert will be substituting in the meantime. He’ll make sure you’ll be working and knows more than enough to help answer any questions you might have,” Ludwig assured, ignorant to his brother’s sudden display.

“I’ll prove myself more than capable!” He shouted in determination, with a salute as he came between them. “…being less bossy too,” he whispered to Feliciano, who chuckled but Ludwig must have heard since he glared with annoyance.

“I have to pack some last things from my room, afterwards my rental should be here and I’ll settle off." He accommodated in his mind as he maintained continuous sight on his watch. “Gilbert, don’t be a nuisance and, Feliciano, be responsible with your work and have it all done for when I return."

“Will do,” Feliciano assured for now.

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Gilbert winked and smiled, Ludwig trusting it enough to give a sigh of luck, a turn and away into the halls, into business and away from the base.

Gilbert and Feliciano smirked with all kinds of tricks and ideas.

  With their recent time together, Feliciano found himself wishing for Gilbert to be his instructor. He was easier going, he laughed, he bolstered, he made constant jokes (although sometimes bad) and didn’t roll his eyes or groan whenever Feliciano did something wrong in his writings and reports. He would turn his chair towards him, point out easily and not have him start papers and drawings all over again. They enjoyed their working by balconies, with flourishing fauna, the fresh air and the liveliness of the people commuting in the base. Gilbert didn’t rush him, in fact, they spent most of their meetings trying to hurry up and finish whatever documents Ludwig had left for the day so they could each settle on other plans of leisure. Those starting three days had been wonderful, especially when Ludwig had left Feliciano to start a particular kind of lesson that he had been expecting for quite a while now.

  Feliciano dropped the old large book on the pavement, enough of a force to shake, to resound and to arise dust into the new day fresh air, coughing it away, trying to catch his breath after having to carry it from Ludwig’s office. Kiku, in his moving form, came close and peeked, spotting on its cover a wolf symbol...a Venetian mark, the very same mark Feliciano had decorated on his hand.

“Is this…?” Kiku wondered.

“Yes! Michelangela’s compendium!” Feliciano was proud, letting his hand trace the old leather, wondered at how beautiful it was and how it stuck well together despite the decades.

“How did you get this? How were you even allowed?” Kiku was dumbstruck.

“Nonno made three copies after finding it, this is one of them, the original one in his private collection, one in America and the other in the Chinese base. Ludwig left me to do a reading from this book and it gave me permission to take it out,” he explained as he finally opened it, revealing the index, titled and ordered in an old Italian, but readable and Feliciano could easily learn from it, his fingers tracing as he alighted at every word, looking for numbers and turning the pages to see how it was beautifully decorated, in extravagant letters, drawings, symbols and diagrams to go on, never missing a touch of intricacy and whimsicality.

“It is as beautiful as it has been spoken about,” Kiku delighted, truly taken by even the paper that was used, leaning more in his watching over Feliciano’s shoulder.

They explored the book together, going through all kinds of explanations of spells, magic, even detailed drawings of different kinds of creatures. There were basilisks, vampires, fairies, of course werewolves, but only one part, only one section was Feliciano’s purpose and main interest. He was welcomed into it with an intricate web design, one of a tree of life, a great symbol for what lay in the next pages.

“What exactly did Ludwig tell you to do?” Kiku still questioned and wondered. This was not a book to be given to just anyone, especially a beginner like Feliciano.

“Just read, we’ll be starting on healing for when he returns and he said there’s a lot of things here that can make it easier for me for when I start."

“How much?”

“Just two pages, but…” he gave Kiku a teasing smirk, enough to let him know that Feliciano was not going to limit himself, not when this book held something that he had been craving for so long.

Anxious he was, he quickly read his part for Ludwig’s homework, enough for the testing that he should ask at some point from Gilbert, before discarding, going on with the pages, the words, the charts, step by step explanations, an amazing concentration that didn’t budge even as Kiku floated around him. It was rather odd, but exciting and a chance for Kiku to see a side of Feliciano others rarely saw. His side of dedication, intelligence and calculation that was best Kiku moved aside to not disturb a single line of his thoughts and learning.

Feliciano spent a good amount in the book’s hold, giving a tap here and there, a hum, an alight, until finally at one moment he laid it upon the floor, a new dedication and smile.

“What is it?” Kiku wondered, quite startled.

“I think I got it! I think I know how to properly life awaken!” He announced proudly.

Holding to the book, he stood up and chose from one of the many statues in the terrace, one of a young man, with long waved hair, a particular curl rising from his center forehead, more modern with the glasses and war uniform he wore.

Kiku followed behind him curious, “who is he?”

“It’s the newest of the statues, made after World War II. It was erected to honor a Canadian soldier that had helped the base greatly in being protected from an air raid. My great grandfather wrote many good things about him and there’s a very old picture of him with Nonno as a baby.”

“So you decided on choosing him long before?”

“Yes, he seems very kind and noble. I wonder what kind of person he could really be.” Feliciano gazed up, letting its form assure him yet again, before he kneeled, placing the book properly before him, reading the enchantment and spell well. With a breath of relief, with a centering, a focus, he got it.

“Feliciano…are you sure?” Kiku still questioned.

“I’ve been using my power long before getting here, Kiku, I know my limitations, I know what I can do,” Feliciano was sure, starting his release with his closed eyes, relaxed figure, lost still in himself.

“Yes…but you’ve been doing this without proper instruction and guidance.” It was one thing that worried Kiku ever since Feliciano started testing this back when he was eight years old, when he made him awaken. But as always, it was like he didn’t listen to his words, he continued on.

A light glowed from the palm of his hand, focusing it forward as he let it lay on the statue, releasing beads of magic unto it, brightening and brightening until everything in their vicinity was left blinded. It was sudden and harsh, it distracted Feliciano, and thinking he was done, he let himself stop, to settle, to try and find vision as the strong light subsided. Kiku was in the same state despite being a spirit, for the first time in a while having to shake himself and let his whole being make use to the darkening of this terrace once again. Once it was all gone, they met with the statue not standing on its pedestal by the small stairs, but lying face down on the floor, arms and legs splayed, for a moment both wondering if it had just fallen without any result. Suddenly there was a groan, a rising of the head, adjusting his new eyes to fluttering, to watching, with big questions and surprise surely. He moved about his head, his arms causing a rise, the rest of the body joining along in its standing, still analyzing, still letting his eyes explore. Feliciano reacted to this by shrilling, jumping and letting even his arms bounce in the air in his own congratulation.

“Look Kiku, I did it! I did it! I did it! I did it!” He even hugged Kiku, spinning him in his delight, despite the huge shock that was in Kiku’s expression as if he had been shot.

Feliciano then quickly let go, deciding to offer his help for the now alive statue to stand, while Kiku composed himself, fixing his robe and trying to pretend nothing had happened.

“Oh, you look so good, and nice, and pretty, are you okay? Did the process hurt? I really tried my best and I’m so sorry if I did. Do you have any memories? Do you know your name? How are you feeling?” Feliciano pestered on as he examined, taking his arm to weigh, touching, spreading, so close that the now lively statue was feeling uncomfortable, especially when he was still examining everything anew, trying to find his own independent movements, even speech.

“Um…uh…” his gentile voice could only utter, looking around as if some obvious hint could speak for him.

“Feliciano, calm down, one thing at a time, he’s still adjusting,” Kiku commented, offering the statue a calming smile to assure there was nothing to worry about.

“Oh yes…yes, you’re right, I-I’m so sorry, may we first ask for your name please.” Feliciano moved away at Kiku’s signal, giving the statue just what he needed to…breathe he guessed.

These seconds gave him just enough peace and reaching, to present properly, for once with a friendly smile that showed the trust Feliciano had seem from the statue ever since he first spotted him here.

“He-hello, I suppose it’s a pleasure, as for name, it is-”

“Feliciano…Feliciano!” There came that distant interrupting call, surely from the halls that would lead to the terrace, an oncoming person that was unwanted to what Feliciano made here.

“Who is that?” Kiku showed his worry clear, his eyes searching for the pillar he would take as a refuge once whatever person came in.

“I…I don’t know.” He was sure it wasn’t Ludwig or Gilbert. He stayed as frozen, hoping it would be enough to hide his creation. Kiku doubted that this statue in its early birth could quickly learn such a skill.

“Feliciano!” Kiku reminded with a point, earning a gasp from the young brunet as he tried to find a quick way to hide the new statue. As the steps of the coming person became stronger, Feliciano had no other choice than to pull and push the new man into the hide of a wall, away from sudden sight, from the opening bang of the door, from the new dark eyes that settled, the statue given only but a glance from his giver begging for him to remain in his hiding.

“Ah, there you are!” The visitor greeted, taking readied strides down the steps until he stood closer to Feliciano.

“Keron, it’s great to see you!” Feliciano delighted.

“Likewise, my dear Feli, likewise,” he smiled, taking sitting in one of the pillars, settling himself for a long while and Feliciano had to try hard to hide a strain and a groan.

“I hope I’m not being rude, but what are you doing here? Did Gilbert sent you for me to do something? I was sure I didn’t have anything for today.”

“Oh no, no, no, I came here on my own accord,”

“Oh, is something the matter?”

“Oh definitely not, just wanted to see you,” he grinned uncomfortably, which made Feliciano question, tapping and leaning his foot as a show of urgency that Keron quickly caught on, deciding then to be quick about this before he lost the momentum.

“Feliciano, have you liked your time in the base?” He thought he could start.

“Um…I guess, I mean, I would have preferred to be somewhere else, but yes, it’s been nicer than what I expected. People are really kind, hardworking, so smart and with so much to-”

“Yes, yes, yes, that’s all very nice. How would you find that it would be better?” He smirked, leaning now much closer in a way that only made Feliciano move back, finding it odd.

“Um, I guess for me to leave or to just…not do all these things my grandfather wants me to do.” He was honest.

“Really? Do you really not believe that…you could…perhaps just have someone instead to make it much more interesting?” He smirked, he leaned closer, devilish and eager.

“Um…what kind of someone?” Feliciano was not following and Keron had to hold himself from smashing his head against one of the statues there.

“Perhaps…perhaps you need someone like me,” he finally reached.

“Someone like you? For what?”

“Why, for walks across the forest, for lonely nights with just us, for whatever you crave… we could even hunt and I could let you see me fight in one of my famed killings. Anyone in the base would envy you greatly if they knew you had such an opportunity,” he coaxed, he hoped Feliciano had understood enough.

“That um…that sounds really romantic, Keron.” Ah yes, this was going the directions he wanted. “All until…the killing and…hunting part that is.”

“I could make some adjustments.”

“That would be nice.”

“Do I take that as an acceptance?” He smiled, already sounding trumpets of victory in his mind, to take Feliciano to those instant words and have him be his.

“Keron, that is all…very kind and thoughtful of you, but I’m…doing quite well by myself and I don’t think I would need something like that to add to what I’m going through. I’m sure you could find somebody else to do all those fun things, maybe someone who likes to see you hunting,” Feliciano smiled sincerely, all while Keron’s demeanor began to fall.

“So…you’re denying me?”

Feliciano tried to think of something that wouldn’t sound so harsh or mean, but as he took a glance to the statue, who was surely nervous, peeking, close to a reveal, not to mention Kiku was also starting to stir from his position just as wondering about that interaction with this fellow, Feliciano realized he had to hurry.

“I’m really sorry, Keron, but I…don’t have that kind of interest in you and the kind of life you have here,” he revealed warily, dreading how mean he surely sounded, but he really had to hurry and he had to set straight his wishes when it came to others.

“I also would really like if you would leave me for now, I’m doing some…studies that really need my attention and I can’t have distractions…sorry,” he leaned in apology, an intent with a beautiful shine in his eyes that was enough to not have Keron punching him. He still slammed a fist against a marbled rail, surely cracking, making Feliciano worry over the statue that hid by its side.

“You’ll find yourself regretting this decision Feliciano Valenti, you made quite a loss today.” In a quick swish, in harshened steps, in a loud bang of the entrance door, he was gone, creating a nervous atmosphere in this place that Feliciano had liked to consider of peace.

Finding everything clear, Kiku materialized himself fully by Feliciano’s side, and the other statue began crawling back into the light, joining them as well.

“Who was that?” Kiku instantly questioned.

Feliciano sighed, “it’s…nobody you should concern much about, it’s my own dealing.” His gaze then returned to the new statue, his new presence enough to alight Feliciano with stupor and want again. “Sorry, now we can properly introduce ourselves. What is your name?”

The statue brimmed, “Mathew Williams.”

  Lovino closed the trunk, all the items inside safe and ready for the new trip.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay longer?” Toris asked him, his Lithuanian client to who Lovino had just brought the sword to the Baltic base.

“A lot of members would want these items quick and I still have other items to carve back at my own base. I want to get them done as soon as possible.”

“I’m sure they can wait, if anything we can offer our own workshop.”

“I feel more comfortable in mine.” Lovino went forward to open the door to the driver seat of the car he was loaned.

“If you’re settled, then very well, but please be careful on the road, werewolf activity has been very high in these areas and we have already lost some of our men to them. We had to call members from your own base to deal with them, even Ludwig is here.”

Lovino rolled his eyes at the mentioning of his name, taking sitting and closing the door, adjusting himself before the wheel.

“Don’t underestimate me, I’m just as capable as that bastard,” Lovino addressed him as such without a care, dreading how people wouldn’t confide in him enough just because he hadn’t reached the levels and badges Ludwig did. Lovino has only been in the base for two years, Ludwig for five, of course he would have more time to get tittles and missions. He wished his grandfather wasn’t so paranoid and worried over his protection to give him some of the harder tests and missions.

“I wish you farewell and an immense amount of luck. Send us a text or a call letting us know you drove through Poland all right."

“Will do.”

It was their last exchange before Lovino turned the engine and Toris moved away, Lovino taking instant leaving into the route planned for him. A single wave and the Baltic base began to hide again in the deep forest that encircled it deeply in secrecy. It took a while for Lovino to reach a main road, and with the late hour, it was still as vacant as his thread through the forest. In his boredom he turned on the radio, messing with the satellite installed until he found some stations from Italy, jumping from some top 40’s station to the latest news about his favorite football teams. He would bang his hands on the wheel, let himself sing along without a care, the surroundings nonexistent as he let himself enjoy what would be many hours of driving to get back.

As he swore he was soon meeting with the Lithuanian-Polish border, all his sudden joyous swaying was interrupted by the all too familiar glow of his own wolf mark. His was the Neapolitan one, spinning around his arm, most of the time covered, but the glow enough to show through his darkened clothes. It was designed specifically for it to do as such.

He instantly stopped, the car halting in the very middle of the road. Whoever was behind could pass right through, Lovino didn’t care when he had other things to worry about. He slicked back his sleeve and saw clearly how his mark resounded in light, signaling the approach of the monsters his very line was born to hunt. He took a moment to breathe out any kind of fear, find his bravery, his hand reaching to the back, finding through the mess of weapons his riffle, his long thin sword, some freezing ponds as well as some net capturing ones. With all his items settled, he dared bring an opening to his door, weary from that very instant he met with the cold and fresh air, closing the door behind him, making anew his settlement to begin this mission, end it and bring forward a price to his base. Maybe then his grandfather will finally see, maybe then he would be granted some new level or badge.

There was a forest right before him, dark, foreboding, every sound haunting and hinting cries of what lay inside. He took no care, he came forward, knowing steps, his weapons already pointed and prepared, being careful as to not let any breaking branch or shell or item resound, eyes watching every space, every opening, rise, below, ducking, moving aside, even jumping and climbing trees to have a better upper watch. His glow kept blinking, which meant he or she was still far, still out of area and no matter how deep he came, no matter the small cliffs, the brooks, the boulders, the hikes up treacherous hills, nothing, in fact, his glow completely stopped, which meant it surely left, off into another forest, without hints, sites, a run or a capture. Lovino groaned as he jumped down the steep of a hill, decided on returning, on moving his weapons to lay in a hanging on his back, on defeat of nothing, murmuring curses all the way.

He knew how to return, he knew what signs to pinpoint as a lead, he wouldn’t get lost, he confided on returning. So focused he was on what he thought would be a hunt that he properly didn’t take the surroundings, the beautiful dark green under the crescent moonlight, the shines of the water, of how the rocks and boulders formed into nature’s own carved statues, into meadows, into spaces of freshness and wonder that Lovino let himself admire, let himself relax as words died out and he simply decided on wandering and watching.

As he could spot the road from a distance, as he thought he could finally leave, his eyes instead took a sudden light of color, one he couldn’t disobey, couldn’t ignore. When he gazed to the side he saw a patch of flowers, colorful, beautiful, telling him of softness and scents that moved him forward. He thought of Feliciano, knowing he would love these, knowing that this was the gift he asked, decided on his picking, leaning down and starting a bouquet with as much as he could bring.

As the form became much more divine, Lovino let himself grin at the smile Feliciano would surely wear once he saw this. He could already feel him jumping, shouts of excitement and crushing hugs that would refused to budge no matter his harshest threats. Was this enough? Were there enough colors? Should he pick from those others or settle with the nearest ones. Fuck it, take those white ones, the crazier Feliciano would get about it. It would add quite a heavenly touch that fitted him…also on himself, since he knew that Feliciano would surely make one of those stupid flower crowns for him too.

There, that should do it, now to get something to hold them, maybe even some water- his mark alighted sure, bright, intense, it was here. Growls, ferocity, lurking right behind him. Lovino pushed himself away before he was crushed by the massive black figure, by the claws, by the raging teeth that begged for a bite of this lone figure in the woods. Bruises with his roll against the floor and then a hit against a near tree, but nothing, he took out his weapons from his back and aimed, beginning his slash with his sword and the firing with his gun. It was big, probably one of the largest he had ever seen, a dark coat that didn’t suit him for his aim, for it helped it camouflaged well between the shadows. The only thing that made it stand out were the clear blue eyes, shinning quite beautifully even in its hunger, in its blinding, in its want of kill. Even if they were somehow lost, they were also targeted, keeping a heavy focus on the hunter, both spinning and avoiding in jumps, trying what they could for a slash, for a weakening that could give them a cut of harsh blood.

Hits, purpling, bits of blood flying about and coating the grass, the trees, heavy breaths, yet neither refused to back down, they continued in their clash, shouts, growls, but at one point one was to weaken, one was to fall. Lovino got a deep gush on his leg that kept oozing, slowly weakening him until it proved fatal to stand, until one push had him caged, the monster’s saliva, the blood from the cuts he managed to bring on the beast and huffs reigning down on him ready for a sweet feast, for a sated hunger. Nothing he could do had been enough, no matter some last trying kicks or punches. No, the beast held him down, baring his teeth, inching for his bite and Lovino had begun to accept.

He lost, he was gone and his last aching thoughts were that he let the flowers scatter into ruin on the ground.

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The Society of Romulus and Remus

Ludwig is the product of a centuries old curse that transforms him into a dangerous werewolf. His only chance for a cure is with Feliciano, heir to the Society of Romulus and Remus, a group of hunters who hunt on the supernatural.

                                                    Chapter 7

Although he hated rising in the early mornings, he was slowly starting to get used to waking at the very first sunlight that entered through the small window of blinds in his room. With his curls everywhere, probably hanging at the other side of the bed, completely opposite of where he had fallen the night before, he would arise suddenly, eyes wide open with a big grin that greeted the new day in anticipations. The sheets around his naked body would be a mess that only made him tumble every morning, falling to the floor a normal occurrence. Lovino, who was in the room right next to his, was unfazed by the constant bumps, going along with his own preparations uncaring. Feliciano always found a way to head out of his room alive no matter the chaos of his morning preparations, so Lovino learned he really shouldn’t care that much.

Feliciano headed out in a haste, dressed in his black uniform, seals showing he was only in the beginning of his training, the same two leathered books in his hold. One was a type of notebook for him to use for Ludwig’s teachings and then there was the sketchbook his nonno gave him.

By the time he did his usual running through the halls, the base was just awakening, filling it in members preparing for the day of teachings, training, healing, missions, returning or looking for some time to spend with others in different hobbies. Feliciano would greet happily those he knew, from balconies, to terraces, by fountains, to even different rooms he passed by. His first stop was the cafeteria, where most were already lining up for their breakfast, but Feliciano didn’t need to take it, there was only one particular thing he wanted.

“Just the person I was waiting for,” their French cook turned, already holding a tray with his chocolate filled pastry and coffee.

Simple, but it was Feliciano’s ideal.

“Thank you, Francis…hmmm…” he took a whiff of the coffee.

“With a dash of Hazelnut,” Francis assured.

“You know best!”

“Heard you’re only missing a couple of more lessons until your power training, something to look forward with what your Mars heritage and everything.”

“Yeah…” to be honest Feliciano was not really that excited to use a power that was meant for killing. “…But I also have cardio,” he groaned, utter misery that pained his muscles already.

“You’re still in body training? That’s usually done in a couple of weeks. Aren’t you going into your third month?”

“As you can tell I’m not that good, but Ludwig got tired of waiting for my body to adjust so he decided to just go straight to the lessons and researching and hope it doesn’t strain anything for when my power training starts.”

“Ludwig, ever the impatient one. With you it’s like he’s working under a countdown. He should take it easy, he’s being a little too harsh.” Francis petted him sweetly, a caress that reminded Feliciano of an older brother.

Feliciano rolled his eyes, “that’s what my grandfather would have wanted though.”

“I wish you luck as always! I’ll have a bowl of borlotti beans and sausage stew waiting at lunch for you.” Feliciano was ecstatic and already eager, but it meant that midday would just come much slower.

Taking the tray he quickly found his usual breakfast spot, a high table decorated with flowers the servants would pick from outside. For this week they placed pink and purple carnations around the room beautifully. Oh he had to draw this! So while taking sips of his coffee and bites of his pastry, his right hand was dedicated on the drawing. He would only stop to give greetings, receiving the same comments of ‘Drawing again?’ ,‘Always with that sketchbook in hand’, ‘Distracted even when eating’. Occasionally a group of young girls would pass, to which he gave his charming smile or a wink and they all answered with the same shouting glee, giggling pass with the same waves. A group of men were just coming to join him, all with smirks and ready for any kind of flirting chance they could get.

“Feliciano! It’s eight!” Francis shouted.

“Oh right!” He took one last swig of his coffee and hurried off, sketching away still in his haste and leaving the boys in disappointment.

Feliciano continued through more halls of greets, of the morning routine, of people going through here and there, with weapons, with books of power and control, magical items or even their own quick breakfast. Feliciano stood out rather odd for a Valenti, who the base was used to seeing as the symbols of power, with the most fearsome weapons, the most mysterious books, the strongest armor and an air of dignity that reminded many of emperors and kings. Yet here was the youngest heir, with the beginner uniform with no seals of earning, a friendly outlook with a kind charming beauty that was more reminiscent of a prince, holding only but two simple books, one of notes and another for his sketching.

As always, he would suddenly stop to look at the new hoard Elizabeta was bringing in from the arrival central, holding a clipboard and marking everything that had arrived. She wasn’t surprised to find Feliciano already eyeing, looking for certain particular items that she quickly pointed to once Feliciano noticed she had been staring.

“Good morning, Feliciano,” she wished with a chuckle.

“Morning, Elizabeta, so um…”

“Did we get new colors and paints?” She opened the crate where they lay, the entirety filled with a rainbow of jars, pencils and markers to the sides of the highest value. “Yes, yes we did, from our Bulgarian base, made by witches, but as long as we’re concern they don’t have any kind of magical properties, just really good materials,” she introduced, taking some jars, brushes and pencils out to show him.

“Can I…?” Feliciano pointed shyly.

Elizabeta rolled her eyes but ended up throwing some of the materials to him, which he got safely in the cradle of his arms.

“You’re the only one who really gives these things use. If I could I would give you the whole box.”

Feliciano chuckled appreciative, trying to hold everything well towards his hold.

“What kind of new drawings have you made?” She asked curiously as she kept moving boxes from one pile to another.

“Look!” He quickly showed the last one of the carnations he was making.

“Oh, these look beautiful,” Elizabeta complimented, taking hold from one side of the book.

“Thank you, I’m also working on these drawings…” He turned the pages until he showed one of a Tuscan valley, two masked men fighting with elegant swords, a witch brewing a potion, going on with all kinds of stories that could fit the pictures, and finally there was a portrait, of no other than Feliciano’s private instructor, one he had taken of him in deep thought and concentration, but as powerful as he outshone to everybody. Elizabeta admitted it was amazing, something the very man should hang proudly in his office.

“Distracted and infatuated, huh?” Elizabeta teased.

“Oh please, no, he just happened to look perfectly handsome for that moment and I had to sketch it,” Feliciano excused, bringing the sketchbook to a close.

“Right, right, which reminds me, don’t you have a session with him in a couple of minutes?”

“I actually do.”

“Then get going or else I have to listen to Ludwig complain about you coming late again,” Elizaveta rolled her eyes and with a final wave Feliciano was continuing his way down the base.

He had been sure he would get there on time, that nothing would interrupt again his route, but his eyes suddenly caught one of the tapestries that hanged. It was of a werewolf, one resting, at peace, unlike any monstrous depictions Feliciano had seen. The image itself sparked an idea, one that he immediately acted upon by sitting on the edge of a wall, opening his sketchbook and already beginning. Yes, a kind werewolf, one that would be soft to rest upon, that would save others, with no vicious eyes and teeth, no haunting shadow fur, but a kind spirit that he could trust. He drew a similar to the one in the tapestry, although more holy, like something you would find in the glass of a church, with chance, kindness and just a creature Feliciano wished he could see more often in his dreams instead.

“Feliciano!” He heard a fellow Jamaican member, Anthone, call, with a teasing smile, watching from afar with Sefina by his side, who was a Samoan member, giggling beside her friend. “Shouldn’t you be getting somewhere?”

Feliciano sighed in disappointment, cursing how everybody in this base knew his schedule. Perks of being the grandson of the leader he guessed.

He stood and moved away…still sketching away on his werewolf and being more attentive to it than his actual surroundings, not noticing as he missed the spray of a fountain, as he went straight through the testing of a slicing object, somehow moving in amazing avoidance to the crowds that grew as he went through the market place.

Keron Montaje crashed into the day with a loud opening of his door, not caring that he almost hit a young woman coming into his same room complex. He was too preoccupied on making sure his dark hair was slicked back well, his beard and moustache trimmed to perfection, his uniform, with high shinning seals fitting in exactness to his large body, toned with experience of hunt. Behind him came his younger sister, Pisa Montaje, a more petite woman of intense dark skin, quite a large contrast to the paleness of her older brother and her very own shinning white hair. She apologized to the woman in favor of her brother, but the woman moved along with clear distaste still in her expression.

“You should be careful,” she meekly told him.

“About what?” Of course he hadn’t noticed and wasn’t bothering to care, now especially when he set his own attention on the routes of the base, his mind thinking about what kind of activity he should do today. Should he ask for a hunt? Should he take in a group of apprentices? Should he train that ice spell he recently learned? His mind couldn’t bother to continue thinking about these things when they instead fell on the young Valenti, making his way, soon to pass alongside him, ah yes. He tapped his sister shoulders and pointed, which earned a roll of her eyes.

“Yes, Feliciano Valenti, drawing as per usual in that sketchbook of his.” Pisa saw no difference.

“You fail to see that this is one of my chances.” And he began to prepare his uniform yet again, making sure his more powerful seals were shown and that the jacket was tight enough to reveal the contour of his muscles.

“Another one of your failed attempts?”

“Those past ones were simply not made in the right moment, he must have been distracted, stressed, no doubt Ludwig’s doing.” He always seemed to growl whenever the name was mentioned.

“Mhm,” Pisa refused to believe.

“Don’t doubt in me! I still stand by my own decree that Feliciano will be mine by the end of this year,” he still promised.

“Your homosexuality has never been clearer. I don’t get the big deal, yeah I mean, sure, he’s really cute, but nothing to get all fussed about after he hasn’t shown the same interest in you.”

“Just cute? My dear, he’s one of the human jewels of this base, going alongside Lovino, Antonio, Pedro and Herakles.”

“Why don’t you go for those other ones then?”

“Oh, but they don’t have his smile, his youth, his innocence, his vulnerability. He’s like a prince waiting for his rescue and who else to be that knight to save him,” he was convinced.

“Or to have him as an excuse to get the family power and riches,” she raised an eye, not at all convinced that he was doing this out of some righteous romance.

He glared at her and she hid a giggle under the palm of her hand. “I want him because of his beauty, his power and stature. I have proven to be just as dignified for it and will not rest until he is bedded!” He bellowed, Pisa worried that the entire base would hear it, much to her embarrassment.

“Well you better continue proving…he just passed right by us without so much as a glance towards you,” she noticed.

Feliciano indeed moved past them without a care, into the areas of the market filled with activity and crowds. Keron disappointed, even grew angry, sending a blame to his sister, but never mind, he could still reach him, he could find an excuse to talk. This was the marketplace, one of the places in the base with the most chatter. He also forget to mention heavily full, people constantly crashing into others, covering, sure to get lost anybody who dared defy it trying to meet another person who continued to move between it in faster speeds, with pure intent in reaching where he had to, especially when he was already late as it was.

It was futile, even as Keron called he could not get his attention, leaving him in a groan, close to angering, shouting it on blame to somebody who was near…until his eyes fell on a table of women clearly gawking at him. It was to be expected when Keron was known as a member of high stature, a fierce handsome warrior that surely many in the base swooned over and tried to find whatever chance for his presence. These particular women called for him that moment, a ring of their hands, of their pretty eyes and bodies and soon Keron was following to join.

These will make do. He would have Feliciano another time.

The only time Feliciano really crashed against something was the door to this particular entrance, but the action made him realize that he had arrived to where he had to. He closed his sketchbook and got the book with his work, proud of the papers he had drawn and written, actually quite excited to hand in. Into the building, up the flight of stairs and into the halls filled with presence of other higher ups, mostly teachers and instructors who didn’t fail to greet Feliciano as per usual. Ludwig’s office was one of the top ones, in a deep and singular hall meant to give the man as much privacy and space as possible, always a question as to why in Feliciano’s mind.

Ludwig always expected him not to knock, his student would always just barge in, a mess in his hands, sometimes tumbling, sometimes letting something fall or dropping some other item Ludwig held in the office. He had grown a special tolerance to just work along in his writing while Feliciano tried to settle himself in the frontal chair he always let out for him.

Why was it so hard for him to just take his seat and keep still?

Once he was finally ready, the first thing Feliciano did was present forward his work book, papers sticking out, surely the report he was supposed to work on. Feliciano opened the cover and presented the first one. “My report on the readings you sent me about the Goranka robes. All types of levels of the Balkan bases are represented.” He turned the pages so he could see the eloquent drawings he had made of the distinct dark robes. Feliciano had to admit that they were quite a beauty, sometimes making him wish he was at a higher position just to wear them.

Ludwig looked on uninterested, moving it to the side to later correct.

“My report on currency and how to properly exchange in the suddenness of a mission." He moved it forward, Ludwig pushed it to the side as well.

“And my report on the beginner robes of the western European bases, the Cesarina.” He pushed the final one, opening to the drawings he made of the very robes he had to wear while in the base. It was the one Ludwig examined the longest, quickly pointing his finger.

“You drew the insignia in the belt wrong and the sleeves do not hold those designs. I think you got confused with the intermediate ones. I’ll accept it still since I have to read your writing, but I expect you to hand me a correct one for tomorrow.” He took out a book, landing it harshly on the desk for Feliciano to take, which held clearer and more specified pictures of the robe so this time Feliciano didn’t have a chance at wronging their design. Ludwig was giving him a break by just giving him pictures to better understand instead of just reading about them, but it did not erase the distaste Feliciano was feeling about this.

“All right, that’s all your reports, now-” and he opened his hand expecting.

Feliciano’s eyes trembled, he nervously bit his lips, one hand reaching into his pocket to get the stone, slow in taking it out, afraid of the response Ludwig would give once he saw the number presented in it. It was dropped on his palm, Ludwig brought it closer to himself to analyze, instantly a disappointed huff.

“Feliciano, I asked you to do ten pushups, fifteen squats, and a three mile run.” Ludwig then dropped the stone harshly, his expression boiling, the results clear for both of them to see, for Feliciano to know why Ludwig was this mad. “You only ran half a mile, six squats and didn’t even do pushups. What is your excuse?”

Feliciano sat on in silence, eyes avoiding, fingers tapping under his chair, trying to think of the proper words to tell him.

“I got…tired,” was the weakness he could say.

Ludwig groaned and rolled his eyes, “you are behind, Feliciano, embarrassingly so. By this point you should have already taken your first field examination. I had to beg your grandfather to leave you for the next one and decided to combine your researches and book readings. This is not easy to deal with, and I would deeply appreciate it if you could please help me by being more hardworking and punctual for what I send you. We really need to finish your first year on schedule.” He tried hard from letting his voice rise, from letting the pure rage be seen in his eyes and from even smashing his fists against the table in his desperation. Even without doing any of these things, Feliciano could sense it still, reigning like an intimidating cloud that made him tremble, biting his lips and his grips on the chair tightening. Feliciano didn’t know what to properly tell him afterwards, remaining silent, strong to withstand other words of scold, but even Ludwig was getting tiresome with this, only letting a deep sigh reign as he brought forward a hand to rub at his head. Once again he handed him the stone.

“I’m giving you today after our lesson to fulfill the exercises, if not, I would have to go to your grandfather.”

Feliciano had determined himself to doing so then, he really did not feel like having the added scold of his grandfather this week. He nodded and held the stone with promise and Ludwig could confide that he would do it this time…but how many times had that already happened? First time teaching a single student and already it was proving harder than having a group, but perhaps it had to do with what he was expecting from Feliciano by the end of the year.

The Venetian Mark, the Bronze stare, the Eros curl, the Blood of the land of Beauty, the 13th…he was nowhere near to proving himself in any of these spells, as being the one to break his curse, but he would have to keep pushing and trying, he had to.

“Our lesson today will be on vampires-”

  Instead of actually going to run those miles after his lesson, he found himself being called elsewhere, to a little workshop that he always found the time to visit. It was the late afternoon, by then everybody was already leaving their classes, returning from field practice or missions, from work, from researching, to head to the main dining room for dinner. Of course, Feliciano was one of those plenty that would rush off at the first calling of food, but he also knew that it was at this time that the workshop was mostly empty, only but one presence still working on, enjoying from the silence and the singularity.

His brother hummed a song silently, a thin paintbrush working over the newly formed wood. He was at peace, he was smiling, his head surely adding and thinking to the things he could add to the craftsmanship of this sword. Feliciano took silent steps down the stairs, admiring the serene air that his brother of all people actually settled here. Not wanting to disturb it so harshly but wanting to still be a part of it, he leaned close enough to notice the blue he used, the intricacy of the handle, the shining blade and the blankness that left for more to happen.

“Oh Lovino, it looks absolutely beautiful,” he complimented, letting his head lean closer.

Lovino did give him a rise of his eyes, a part of him angry about his sudden entrance after he found just the right peace, but the way Feliciano admired his work made him smile and accept, letting himself grab another paintbrush with white to start on the designs of stars.

“Thanks, but do you think it would be enough for Toris?” Lovino still faltered.

“It’s much more than what he asked for. He’ll love it! Probably just put it to decorate in his base room instead of using it to fight.”

Lovino chuckled, cleaning some pieces and dust from the handle, deciding that it needed some extra scrapping before he started on the paint there. “Doubt it. He’s really counting on it. There’s been an uproar of werewolves sightings in the Baltic area and he really needs this kind of weapon along with the blessing of my spell, I just overdid the design, bored I guess." He tapped against it rather embarrassingly.

“But it’s still so wonderful! Toris would probably give it a lot of meaning and feel so cool when using it.” Feliciano could already dream it.

“Eh, I guess you’re right. Would help to make that guy more intimidating. He needs it with all the wimps in that base.”

“Don’t be so rude, this kind of job is not easy,” Feliciano pouted, understanding that base’s known cowardice that he felt in this more prestigious one.

“Well they still have to get over it if they plan on staying. That kind of facing would end up killing them one day.” He went back to designing, occasionally balancing to make sure that everything still stuck together.

Feliciano settled with just watching by taking his seat near a stool, wondered at every stroke and touch he made.

“So hey, how were your lessons with potato bastard today?” Lovino was curious as he began with painting some purple.

“We started on vampires,” he admitted, not wanting to groan and sadden with the rest that happened.

“Took you long enough.”

“I handed in my reports."

“Good."

“I have to re-do some of them."

“Knowing Ludwig, was it something stupidly small?”

“Kind of.”

Lovino rolled his eyes, “bitch.”

“And I…um…”

“You what?”

“I got scolded for not doing my exercises,” Feliciano pouted.

“As much as I dislike the potato, I agree that you have to keep working on them. It’s necessary in the field and can help you to better take tactics. So yeah, fucking work on your training,” he scolded himself, earning a roll of Feliciano’s eyes.

“It’s not going to make much of a difference in my case."

“If you want to become a strong fighter, it will.”

“But how many times have I told you that I don’t want to.”

“Don’t start this bullshit.” Lovino didn’t feel like going at this topic again, cleaning his brushes, a sign that he would finalize on his work for the day. Feliciano decided on remaining silent, slumping against his raised knees, leaving any arguments in his head and for Lovino to go on in his cleaning.

“What are they even serving up today?” Lovino asked as a good way to change any tenseness that might settle.

“Vegetable stew, Oeufs en meurette, Russian salad, paella and fruit and nuts granola for dessert.”

Lovino groaned, “I miss eating at home.”

“I do too. I miss mamma’s Fettuccine pasta,” he could almost salivate it in his tongue as he remembered it.

“Her gorgonzola with figs and honey,” Lovino thought he might as well join.

“Easter lamb!”

“And her focaccia sandwiches,” Lovino moaned and indeed he wanted to join in Feliciano’s desire to be at that familiar table once again.

“But well…we have Russian salad,” Lovino rolled his eyes as he finished packing everything in its bag and placing it in his locker.

“It can’t be that bad."

“I can already see myself having to sneak into the kitchen tonight,” he dreaded, picking the keys and his bag to leave.

“Can I join you?”

“If I feel like it when I wake up.” He brought his arm around Feliciano’s neck and pulled him close to him as they made their way out.

“Aw come on, some brother bonding time before you leave to the Baltic base to bring the sword."

“That trip is in two weeks, Feliciano.”

And out they were to the routine of their dinner nights, door shut and the workshop brought into darkness and sure silence this time.

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