The Howling

Loooossserrrrr—-

Even so, he couldn’t help but laugh at feeling that tongue swipe across his face. The child gave his friend an affectionate scratch between her ears before positioning himself to remove the offending metal object. It hadn’t gone too deep at least, only about four inches. Strange, but he was more concerned with removing it.

Lac was as gentle as he could be as he stuck the tweezers inside the wound.

Sneezing, Lucania carefully made to put herself over the child and push him to the floor. The large lupine was careful in the act however as to not put her full weight on the boy. Her head rested just over his, nose nudging against his cheek in the process. Her ears had lowered, picking up the sounds of the advancing researchers. The way she had moved over Lac was more of a protective gesture than a playful one. She wasn’t ready to give him up — not yet. Not to them.

When they finally burst in -and burst in they did- their guns were already drawn. Only the woman in point, however, seemed to be certain of her aim.

“Remember William, we need the brat alive,” one of the four men behind her growled. The robust red-head didn’t even turn her head to look at him.

“I can’t help it if he ends up being collateral damage; so just shut up and do your job.” With a slew of curses under his breath, he and the others filed into the room, surrounding the pair. Lac could feel his heart trying to beat its way through his chest, calm though he seemed. How would they get out of this one?

It wasn't until one of the guns had fired that she silenced. Rather than either of them feeling any sort of pain however, a camera had taken the bullet. Confusion muddled in with everything she was feeling and instinctively Luca pressed her cold nose into the boy. A precaution of sorts to ensure he was fine.

Nowadays, with his new abilities, it was hard to avoid those who smelled or felt different than most people around him. Especially being as rare as it was.

Two of them were human at least, but held a bit of strangeness to them nonetheless. The taller blonde looked like she could kill with a look. The youngest looked unassuming but in this group he couldn’t be sure.

The tall dark man, in the red coat..Well he felt just like her. Her being the first vampire he’d ever met, but stronger. It put him at unease…thinking he might be one of those, of which he’d never had a good experience since that time but he wasn’t one to jump to conclusions.

And finally, the last one…

Well she was just like him. He could smell it. So fucking weird saying you could smell that the girl was a dog thing like him, but it was undeniable. 

Being the gentleman he was, though, he greeted them all the same.

But he had to get that bullet out while they still had time.

Twisting the handle, the boy motioned for the wolf to follow him inside. It was a room that looked like it was meant to be used for surgery. In a sense, perhaps, that was true. Lac didn’t care to think about it at the moment.

Not caring for the blood trickling down his own shoulder, the five year old grabbed a scalpel and a pair of tweezers before moving to stand at his friend’s side.

Bright eyes were glued to Lac’s shoulder however, seeing as well as smelling the fact that he was wounded. Something similar to a whimper was given at such findings. He wouldn’t be injured if she hadn’t gotten involved. A heavy sigh was given, of either or perhaps both defeat as well as displeasure.  She may as well remain still to let him remove the bullet while they still went unnoticed or found.

It still bothered her to some extent however, the predicament they were now in. Why did she act? What was so special about this boy — she didn’t even know him. Lucania realized that if she had simply continued on her way, this probably would never had happened and neither of them would be wounded.

Even so, he couldn’t help but laugh at feeling that tongue swipe across his face. The child gave his friend an affectionate scratch between her ears before positioning himself to remove the offending metal object. It hadn’t gone too deep at least, only about four inches. Strange, but he was more concerned with removing it.

Lac was as gentle as he could be as he stuck the tweezers inside the wound.

Sneezing, Lucania carefully made to put herself over the child and push him to the floor. The large lupine was careful in the act however as to not put her full weight on the boy. Her head rested just over his, nose nudging against his cheek in the process. Her ears had lowered, picking up the sounds of the advancing researchers. The way she had moved over Lac was more of a protective gesture than a playful one. She wasn't ready to give him up -- not yet. Not to them.