#ftf:antony

[All throughout the weekend, Tristan had been fighting a losing battle. Stuck in a state of unconsciousness with venom threatening to consume every last inch of him, and his incredibly gifted mind fighting to battle it down. It was a losing battle, and he knew this. He could only fight for so long before his heart gave out or the rest of him simply succumbed to the venom. But still he fought to resist it. It was a deeper part of his brain that fought it, the part that felt it would die out if he became like Tony. But the surface, the parts of his brain that cared for his brother and friends and of course Tony wanted him to stop fighting and just give in. He could still be there for them if his mind would only let him. His body felt as though it were on fire, and all through the day and night hours, he trashed and screamed while his veins pumped venom into every last pore. And finally, his eyes snapped open, his normal gold irises now a burning flaming yellow/gold, and he sat bolt upright in the bed, gasping and clutching at his chest as though his heart was beating too fast for him to keep up. He launched himself out of bed, clutching the end table until his knees buckled and he hit the floor with a hard smack. Lifting his sweat-soaked head, Tristan leaned on his hands and knees and tried not to scream as a second voice in his head howled for him to give in to his first transformation. Still he resisted, clawing uselessly at the floor while his back contorted and he tried not to let it consume him. Head jutting forward, a shocking pain suddenly stabbed into his chest as though someone had pierced him with a fiery blade, and the newborn wolf howled again in agony. Tristan fell backwards again, back slamming against the side of the bed as the silver ring burned a hole just beneath his neckline. He refused to remove it, as it was keeping the werewolf at bay, despite how much it hurt him] To....Ton-y? [Like a newborn doe, he wobbled onto his feet and fell against the door frame] TONY!

[Bolting from the apartment complex with the orb tied to Antony’s essence as his guide, Tristan clutched a flashlight in one hand and the orb in the other as he sprinted through the woods, following only the indication from the orb that he was going in the right direction. He thought about calling out for the werewolf, but if there was still danger lurking, it would only draw attention to them. He followed the glowing ball for what seemed like an eternity before he was stumbling upon globs of blood and immediately, all color drained from his face] Tony...? [He whispered into the darkness, shining his flashlight in every which direction until finally, finally, the light fell upon a severely injured form of his love] Tony! [Tristan rushed forward and dropped to his knees in front of him, surveying the damage with wide, panicked eyes] O-Oh my god...Oh fuck. Fuck, Tony, what happened? What’s the worst damage? What can I heal first? 

Tristan was the first to arrive at the abandoned gas station between the two schools. He wasn’t sure if Antony would actually be brave enough to show up and face him alone, but he had hopes that the hunter was arrogant enough to try. He’d show up, at the very least, it was only a matter of when. Tristan busied himself with cleaning the last remaining bits of blood off of his face, wiping it away with the back of his hand and taking some water from a puddle to lightly wipe away at the spots that’d splashed along his arms. Normally he would’ve just left the blood spatter decorated across his clothing and wore it like a badge of honor. But it would be far more pleasing to return to McKinley with Antony’s blood soaked all over him. He could sit and stare in the mirror at his former lover’s remains and take comfort in the fact that the hunter would never have the opportunity to stomp on his heart in such a way again. Who did he think he was? Everything that had happened, the transformation, the fight, everything, it was all Antony’s fault. And now he was going to claim that Tristan wasn’t good enough for him anymore? That surviving was unacceptable and becoming humanity-less somehow interfered on their relationship? No. Antony would pay for breaking his heart. He wanted the hunter’s blood coating every square inch of him, and he wanted to hear him scream in pain. He wanted to relish Antony’s anguish. Keeping the hunter to himself had been no easy task when the fool taunted every single demon and malevolent creature currently at McKinley. But Tristan was certain he’d arrive in one piece. Glancing up at the sky as raindrops fell on his head, he glanced up as he heard footsteps, and soon the unmistakable figure of his ex-lover appeared. Tristan snarled, lips curling over his fangs and his eyes shifting from their usual gold to almost a neon yellow. “I thought for sure you’d come with a friend. I’m very proud of you. Being brave for once in your life. Not using someone as a human shield.” Tristan was speaking over the rain now as he approached the hunter, keeping a short distance as he sniffed the air to make sure there was no one else around. But they were alone. Just Tristan, Antony, and the silver knife he had on his person.

It really shouldn’t have been this easy to slip on and off of McKinley’s campus. Really, for amping up the patrols, they really did a terrible job of monitoring certain areas. Tristan was off campus in a matter of minutes, backpack slung over one shoulder as he made his way over to the gas station that he was familiar with. It was an old thing, some worn out Gas City that’d gone out of business years ago. Tristan was ninety percent certain that drug deals often happened here. But it was a safe distance away from campus that Tristan didn’t need to worry about someone following him, and, thankfully, he’d made it there without being followed much himself. His stomach knotted anxiously as he entered the building, pushing aside a few bits of wood to try and make an opening large enough to squeeze into. Clicking on his flashlight, he surveyed the room for any dangers, either a danger to himself or to Antony, and once he was satisfied, he tucked the flashlight into the waistband of his jeans. He’d resolved that tonight, he would tell Antony everything. Tell him why he was denying what he felt, why he’d been hiding it from the others. It was too close a call these last two weeks, and he couldn’t bare to gamble with their feelings anymore. He also needed to break the news to the werewolf that they’d manage to cure Gage and restore his soul. And next...Tristan would find a way to restore Antony’s human side too. When he finally heard footsteps on the gravel outside, Tristan carefully peered between the boarded up windows, only to see Antony...his Antony, approaching. Wiggling back out through the boarded up doorway, Tristan practically rushed up to Antony and wrapped his arms around his waist. 

“I’m so glad to see you...” He breathed out softly, looking up and gently kissing the werewolf’s jaw. His eyebrows furrowed. “Where did that farmer shoot you? Let me see it. I don’t care if you said it healed, show me where.”