Sibling Rivalries

"Have you heard?  There's a new teacher in school and you'll never guess what they're teaching."

"French?"

Marshall rolled his eyes at vincent.  "You're not really paying much attention lately.  What's wrong?"

Vincent gave out a long and heavy sigh, slumping down in his seat at the table.  It was lunch time and he always did his best to meet Marshall for lunch so they could sit and eat together.  He always fretted that Marshall wasn't eating his other source of 'nourishment' and that one day he'd pass out in school or worse.  Vincent cared a lot about Marshall and didn't want to see him hurt.  Shrugging, he ran a hand through his hair.  "It's only been a few days since the full moon - I guess I'm feeling kind of drained."

"For about two weeks?"

Marshall noticed too much some days.  Another sigh and Vincent shook his head.  "Okay, you got me there," he said, giving him a small smile.  "It's just my Dad, and the fact I'm no longer the only kid he has to acknowledge as his.  I'm older now, I'm not supposed to be feeling jealous of a baby brother or sister."

Marshall smiled sweetly and shook his head.  "It's all right for you to feel jealous, but don't worry so much because I know you'll make a really good big brother."

Vincent smiled back, sitting up and reaching over the table to curl his fingers with Marshall's, giving his boyfriend's hand an affectionate squeeze.  "You always know just what to say to make me feel better, Marshy."

At that, Marshall tried not to blush.  Vincent would have found it cute were it not for the strange scent he could pick up.  Looking around the cafeteria, he tried to pinpoint just who he could smell.  It was both familiar and strange at the same time.

"What's wrong, Vin?"

"I can smell my Dad...I think.  It smells like my Dad, but not quite."

Marshall spun around on his seat to aid Vincent in his search of the large room.  "There's that new teacher I was telling you about...But I can't see your Dad.  Maybe his scent is on Ms Callahan?"

"No, I can't see her, and I'd be able to smell her anyway.  It's got to be that guy."

"The teacher?"

Pushing his chair back, Vincent slowly stood up, eyes fixed on the new teacher.  An Asian looking male, several years older than himself.  "Oh God...What if he's another kid like me?  What if there's more than just my mother out there that he's abandoned...?"

"Your Dad would have had to be in school to be his Dad, Vin.  Maybe he's just visited your Dad's practice?" Marshall suggested.

But Vincent didn't think that was the case.  Shaking his head at Marshall, he walked around the table and made straight for the teacher.  The closer he got the more he could pick up on it.  It was familiar in the same way that his own scent held the familiarity of Alex Lyall.  Within a few moments he stood right in front of the guy and looked at him, critically evaluating the guy's appearance.

"Can I help you?" the male asked.

"You're the new teacher, right?"

"Yeah...What's wrong?"

"Open your mouth."

The man frowned at him, looking completely taken aback.  "What?  No, I'm not going to do what you tell me to."

Vincent growled, baring his own teeth.  "Why do you smell like that?  Who are you!?"

"Vincent, don't hit him!" Marshall called out, rushing up behind him and grabbing his arm.  He looked apologetically at the teacher.  "I'm sorry, sir, he's just having an off day."

Something in the teacher's eyes seemed to register, and he pointed a finger at Vincent.  "You're Vincent?"  He leaned in, bringing their faces together until Vincent snapped at his nose with a growl.  "Ah, yes, he said that."

Vincent struggled against Marshall's hold, yet he barely put much force behind it.  He was physically and mentally drained from his transformation a few nights ago, and with Marshall holding him he knew one wrong move could seriously injure him.  "Who said what?"

"You're father.  I went to see him the other day.  You do look a lot like he did when he was younger."

"I don't care!  Who are you?!"

He was making quite a scene in the cafeteria by now, and several teachers were already heading over to them - one being Ms. Callahan herself.  Most teachers knew not to get involved with situations where Vincent was involved, mainly because he was strong enough to go ripping limbs off, but ever since Vincent found out about the relationship between his father and the young Cooking teacher, he let up when she was concerned.

"Vincent, what's going on?" she asked once she was close enough to the small group.

"Everything is fine, Ms. Callahan," the male said.  "I was expecting something like this to happen when Vincent was around.  You see, I'm his half brother."

"Like Hell you are!" Vincent roared, tugging his arm free of Marshall's grip.  "I never knew about you!"

Slipping between the two like her own life wasn't on the line, Yumiko Callahan stood between Vincent and the teacher he was about to attack.  She placed her hand on Vincent's shoulder and squeezed.  "Vincent, he's telling you the truth.  How about instead of attacking him, you go and talk to your father?"

"I'm going to rip his balls off!"

"Uhm...Maybe not a good idea then," she chuckled innocently, reaching up to ruffle Vincent's hair.  "Calm down.  I'll talk to Alex, get everything cleared up.  I really had hoped he would have told you about Jesse..." She sighed softly and released her hold on Vincent.  "Come over to my place tonight.  Alex is moving some stuff over and we can all have a nice family chat."  She looked over at the other teacher, giving him a sugary sweet smile too.  "That includes you, Jesse.