Brothers in Arms.

A.N. "Wolf"
Totally unoriginal name, but its also not his real name.
I'm not gonna make him, Cali said drabble the guy and see what happens.
But I love my 'hobos' waaaaay to much xD
His 'alias' means something. Read and you'll discover what.







It was winter and there was a light snowfall coming down, the little snowflakes melting the moment they hit the ground. Shaking his head from side to side, Vincent sent the snowflakes that had settled in his hair flying about in the gentle snowfall. He liked the snow - it made every clean and white and almost like new. There was a harshness in its beauty. Such a small amount like the current weather was simple and pretty, but too much and chaos could arise.

Right now though, it was light and innocent and would surely stick eventually and make everything look crisp and white.

He was seated in the park on one of the wooden picnic tables, cigarette dangling from his lips. Apparently his father was trying to quit. Vincent was surprised at all the things he was doing now that he was with Ms. Callahan. It was almost like the man was being reborn. He was happy for him. It was about time his father finally grew up.

Yet there was a part inside him that wished Alex had grown up much sooner.

But no, that didn't matter now. If it wasn't for the fact Alex had left Vincent wouldn't have had to try even harder to please his mother. He wouldn't have had to stay late after school. There would have never been any attack.

There now wouldn't be any Marshall.

Marshall would still have been born though. He would still grow up eating 'that meat'. He'd still attend St. D's. But he'd never meet Vincent. He'd never have someone who did his all to make Marshall believe that he wasn't a monster.

"I'm turning into a romantic sap.." Vincent muttered to the cold air.

"No, you've always been a romantic sap," replied a voice from behind.

Shocked, Vincent spun his top half around to look at the figure standing behind him. The scent from the lit cigarette had blocked some of the smells of the world which left Vincent unable to sense the familiar figure striding up to him. Grey-brown eyes watched the man saunter up to where he sat atop the table and hop up with him, removing the grey trilby from his head and shaking the snow off, only for more to fall upon it once he placed it back atop the mess of brown hair growing from his head.

"What are you doing in France?" Vincent asked, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck phyiscally stand on end. He'd escaped that life. He didn't want it following him here.

"Could ask you the same thing," the man replied. "Brother."

Vincent growled low in his throat, looking away and out into the middle distance. "Don't call me that."

The guy smirked, playfully bumping his shoulder against Vincent's. "Lighten up, Vince. I know you don't like it -- it's why I call it you."

"Where's Kieran?"

The guy shrugged. "Haven't seen him in months. Last I heard he'd found another wolf. He'll never replace you though and he knows this. Rumor has it he's pumping this one full of...that stuff."

"He sent me some the other week. I burned it." Well, he and Marshall had burned it. It had glowed with a green-blue flame and the smell clung in his nostrils for days. Even Marshall's sweet scent that grew stronger every time he ate couldn't mask the disgusting smell of the Lunacyrum. "How come you're not playing pet for him?"

The guy chuckled. "Vince, I've never played pet for Kieran. I'm too useless for him. I like being what I am."

Vincent lifted his hand before his face, wiggling his fingers and turning it around before his eyes. "How can you like being a monster?"

The man inhaled through his nose, leaning back on his hands and looking up at the white sky above, snowflakes catching on the brim of his hat. "Because it gave me freedom. I wasn't thrown out like you, Vince, it gave me the power to escape. Your mum loved you before you turned. My family had been too broken to realize I existed, let alone notice when I changed."

"You never told me how you knew it was the same guy," Vincent said, looking over at him. "And why you changed your name to 'Wolf'. Its pretty lame if you ask me." The only information Wolf had ever truly parted with Vincent was how he had met Kieran. Wolf - as he preferred to be called - was one of the few werewolves that had held a control over their alternate forms even during the earlier stages of their transformation. He just merely supposed it was because he was the total opposite of Vincent. He didn't see himself as a monster.

Wolf had also never hurt anyone.

The only thing they both had in common was a werewolf; they had both been bitten by the same werewolf.

Wolf's grin faded slightly and he looked at Vincent through the corner of his brown eyes. "I saw him a few times and he told me how he'd attacked a thirteen year old boy. You're the youngest I've ever met - and the scents match."

Vincent dropped the cigarette and then leaned over and sniffed at Wolf. "We don't smell the same."

"Thats because you smell like cigarettes," Wolf chuckled. "Its more noticable during the full moon. But, anyway, enough of that, why're you in France?"

"Answer my other question first."

"Because its cool. Now you."

"Because its safe - and that's not a good enough answer."

"Neither was yours."

"I went back - thought I'd be able to find him. Make him pay for turning me. Make him pay for putting me through everything. Found Elra instead."

"Grandmother?" Wolf sat up slightly. "You lucky bastard."

"She told me about here, so I came." Vincent gave a whistful sigh and looked away from the other werewolf. "Guess what I found here."

"More werewolves?"

"A semi-cure - and my father."

Wolf's eyes widened. "What!?" He reached out with a woolen gloved hand and clasped fingers around Vincent's shoulder, pulling him around to face him. "What do you mean by that? There's no cure."

"It only works on someone who's never turned. I'm too old and therefore so are you. You've been a werewolf longer than I have. But there's this guy here...He's never turned, but I can smell the wolf in him. He takes this...stuff...and it prevents him from changing during the full moon."

"What's his name?"

"Eben, I think."

Wolf let out a long whistled and leaned back again, this time lying down and resting on his elbows. "I'm going to have to meet this guy - and you're Dad."

"Please don't meet my Dad."

"Why? I thought you hated the guy and wanted nothing to do with him ever again?"

"Yeah...Well...He's changed. Sortof. He's still a douche."

Wolf laughed. "You've changed, Vince. You're happier." He arched a brow up at him. "You're seeing someone, aren't you?"

At that, Vincent tried not to squirm and give himself away, but he knew Wolf would notice anyway. "He's a student here. We're both...helping each other..."

"I have no idea what you mean by that."

"He has a...condition. He thinks it makes him bad, but he's not a monster like me. At first I was just doing it for selfish reasons, to make myself feel like I wasn't a monster if I could make him feel like he wasn't one, but eventually I guess I kinda just...fell in love with him." Vincent shrugged. "This is real; not like what Kieran and I were."

"That's because Kieran kept you as his pet. I seriously doubt he ever loved you like you loved him. I also doubt you loved him - but you felt like you needed him." Once more he sat up, this time just patting Vincent on the shoulder. "Its good that you ran away. Its also good that you're accepting what you are."

"You can tell?"

"Listen to your elders, Vince," he chuckled, leaned down to press their foreheads together, hand slipping behind Vincent's head and his fingers threading through his hair. "I always saw you as my little brother from the moment Kieran brought you in. I'm glad you're happy now. I'm jealous that you met Elra, but she only finds those who need her the most." He tilted his head up and kissed Vincent where their heads had been touching. "You'll have to introduce me to your boyfriend - and your Dad."

"You're not allowed to refer to him as your father."

Wolf pouted playfully. "Awh, Little Brother, I'm hurt."

"And stop calling me your brother," he replied, punching Wolf playfully in the arm.