It was a bit after the meeting, I was sitting in some random bar in the middle of Baton Vyolèt, just wanting a drink. I was sat at the bar with a daiquiri in hand as I just thought about how I was going to go about the full moon and everything like that when a hand slapped on my shoulder.
“Can I help you?” I asked as I looked over to the person who’s hand slapped on my shoulder.
“We don’t like people like yourself in our bar.” He said motioning to the posse around him that all nodded in agreement. “I don’t know if you missed the sign, but there’s no pets allowed in the bar.” He added making the others laugh and…nobody really coming to my aid or defense, just kind of…watching from afar waiting to see how I acted, by the way people were acting, this group did this a lot and it was easier for them to just let them do what they wanted to and not get involved in whatever the fuck they were doing.
“So why’d they let you inside?” I asked before taking a long drink of my drink, only for the others to look at the guy who had an iron vice grip on my shoulder, “Someone should have told the pound that you got out, no?” I added, not looking towards him, just looking at the tv mounted on the wall before my drink was knocked out of my hand and thrown on the ground and I was thrown off the stool onto the floor, knocking the wind out of me before the others grabbed me and I was literally thrown out of the bar as the one who had been talking to me took a paper out of his pocket that he and the others obviously drew and slapped it on the façade that said NO LYCANS ALLOWED! With a red circle with the full moon in it with a red slash across it.
“Go back to the fucking woods!” one of the lackey’s shouted as I picked myself up and out of the anger I was feeling for being quite literally being thrown out, my hands were filled with a stinging feeling at my fingers split and my claws extended, without much more than a drop or two of blood running down them as I picked myself up, but as I went to take a step forwards towards them, my vision was caught by the bracelet on my wrist and I paused, closing my eyes to breathe deeply and focused on myself as I retracted my claws back into my hands as I kept myself contained and controlled.
“And stay out, you mutt!” one of the others added, I felt my brows furrow as I bore my sharp teeth as my next breath came out as this alligator growl.
“What are you gonna do, you dog!? You rush at any of us and you’re going to have to get put down for being a danger to people.” The leader added
“Maybe you should just kill him and claim self-defense, nobody would miss a lycan, they belong on the streets.” One of the other lackey’s added. “We all know that there’s no brains behind those eyes…all lycans are just bloodthirsty animals who want to kill everyone around them, nobody cares when they see the body of lycan ripped up and slaughtered in the gutters where they belong.”
My pulse was thundering in my ears to the extent I could barely hear them, the edges of my vision were nearly turning red, but before I could say or do anything…all of them suddenly fell back a little as their expressions turned pale and haunted a little as…an icy cold hand rested on my shoulder.
“I ask you…to not belittle my friend.” A slow…familiar voice said as I looked over to see Alphonse standing beside me, voice still that drowned; low raspy gurgle sound mixed into his voice. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to help him.” he added as his eyes were consumed by darkness as he smiled showing his sharp teeth, his hair softly moved and floated off his shoulders as the group sneered, the leader spat on the ground towards my feet before they went into the bar. “Are you alright, Dustin?”
“Alphonse…why are you here?” I asked, he shrugged before motioning as I looked to see that I was maybe a block or two off from his shop, “I…see”
“Are you alright?” he asked
“I’m fine” I sighed, “Just…still not grown a thick enough skin to deal with people like that.”
“Come over, have some tea.” He added, everyone seemed to be giving him this wide berth of space, people who caught him in their peripheral quickly looking away and stepping to the sides of the road…people treated him like he was a plague-bearer or something.
“…please” I whispered, closing my eyes as I focused and drew the anger back into my chest, everything with this…new abilities of mine and the time of year, it was extremely easy for me to get upset and it was harder for me to be able to keep myself controlled and to keep that anger at bay.
Nobody dared even looking in Alphonse’s direction, they treated him like looking at him would be dangerous, that being around him was like walking through this thick miasma of illness or something. His footsteps were long and even in hard-soled shoes, but this audible wet slap to the sound, like he was constantly walking on wet pavers. He rested a gloved hand on my shoulder as he motioned and we started walking, he was dressed as he usually does: this high collared bright emerald blouse with looser, fuller sleeves that tightened over his forearms with these hand-less gauntlets of black leather, closed with pearl buttons along his inner forearms, hands held in black lace gloves with a ruff at his wrist, a black waistcoat with skull shaped buttons and a lacy white cravat around his throat with a pearl eyed gold skull pin, paired with tailored black breeches tucked into high boots with a thicker heel and a heavily pointed toe, a black cape fastened over his shoulders, his other hand holding a large black parasol open over his head as his blood colored hair was in a loose tail, tied off at his jaw as it fell down his chest, winged out black liner and black lipstick on his full lips as well as his usual jewelry and things were about his face as his hand softly rested between my shoulders as we walked down the block towards The Bloodstone.
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