The first day on a job was supposed to be the hardest, or so Kira had heard. Her first day, however, had been fairly easy, considering. The people here, as DC had assured her, didn't expect her to say much to the seemingly unending stream of people that entered the cafe, which helped her contain her anxiety over the crowds. She also got to follow one of the other waitresses around and see what she did, in order to learn; none of this was very difficult for Kira, who was curious and therefore picked things up quickly.
It was right near the end of her shift, which ended at 6:15, a time that seemed odd to Kira. Why not at six, or at 6:30? Why 6:15? Best not to ask, she supposed... she'd already been called odd more than once by the people who worked here, and she had no wish to have to name repeated. She was just wondering what she should do to fill the last fifteen minutes of her shift when another customer came in, a man. She hurried over to him as he sat at a table, holding out a menu as she had been taught.
"Hello," she said politely, her bright smile covering her face, "How may I help you?" One of the other waitresses glared at her, and Kira hastily closed her mouth, covering it with one hand to ensure she wouldn't speak too much again. She did her best to look uncaring as she waited for the man to turn and speak to her.
Fang was grumpy. He needed to drink fluids to wash the taste of the damned wolf's bane potion out of his mouth. The potion was making his stomach clench in protest. For as long as he was a werewolf, he had operated without the stuff. The werewolf contestants in the fighting rings were locked into a large steel cage with each other and they fought to the death. With the potion, a man couldn't face the wolf.
But now, being all responsible and shit, he had to have it. At least, in a few minutes, he'd be down the alley he had scoped out earlier and prowling. This was his first work night, hunting the fugitive. And if anyone wanted to mess with the large, white, heavily scarred wolf he would become in about fifteen minutes, then so be it.
Kira's eyes became the size of saucers the moment the man turned around. He was covered, covered in scars, and his dark eyes burned with a very real anger. She struggled to hide her surprise, but it was impossible; she'd never learned to properly hide her emotions, the way everyone else seemed to be able to do.
"Um... um, ok," she murmured, taking the menu back, "Flaming Cow, yes... I'll go get that, alright? I-I'll be right back..." She turned and practically dashed for the kitchen, making the other waitress glare at her again. "I need a Flaming Cow, right now!" Kira gasped, once in the kitchen. The cooks looked at her, raising their eyebrows, but they did as she asked, preparing the concoction that was basically beef broth with Tabasco sauce.
Within literally a minute, one of them handed it to Kira, and she hurried back out to set it before the man. "Here you are... sorry for the wait..."
Fang repressed a snarl at the patrons brave enough to stare at him. Yes, he was hideous. Yes, he had just ordered something off the menu that most people only got on a dare. At least the blonde one, whose scent reeked of fear, had moved promptly to bring him the drink. The normal wait that his kind incurred as a not-so-subtle insult was not there. In fact, her fear made her more respectful of him. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. He was pretty sure that he did.
The drink was, at best, mediocre. He had tasted true flesh before, fed from his foe's corpse, and been drenched in the fluid that this drink was a pale comparison of in color. Still, it settled the stomach, and kept him from barfing the much needed potion everywhere. Idly, he ran a gloved finger under his collar, frustrated that it watched his every movement. Someday, he'd prowl without it watching. For now though, it reminded him for which hunter he worked.
He glanced at his watch to confirm what his body was telling him. Time to go. He dropped a galleon on the table, way over paying, and stood to leave. He flipped the collar of his trenchcoat up and moved to the door.
Kira had moved to the other side of the restaurant, but she couldn't help watching the scarred man as he drank his odd concoction. He was so.... she couldn't describe it. He drew her eyes the way a moth was drawn to a flame: it meant death, but it was still irresistible.
She was still watching as he got up and left abruptly, throwing down a golden coin as he did so. Waiting until he was out the door, she scurried over to the table and scooped up the coin, examining it carefully. It was what DC and the people who worked here had called a Galleon, the coin of highest worth in Wizarding society. Kira stared at it for a few seconds, then tallied up the man's bill in her head. He didn't even owe a Sickle to her, yet he had paid with a Galleon... why?
Going over to the cash register, she put the Galleon in and withdrew all but one of the Sickles for change, placing in the other one and taking out a few Knuts for her tip. Clenching the 16 Sickles in her hands, she ran out the door after the man, not caring what the other people who worked there said. It was the end of her shift, now, anyway; she could leave whenever she wanted to. She only paused to grab her coat before she headed out the door. No-one called her back.
It took her a moment to spot the man, but after a few seconds she did: he was heading into a narrow alleyway off the main alley. She ran after him, tugging on her coat and only just catching his sleeve as he rounded the corner. "Sir... sir... you overpaid. I've brought your change..." She held out the Sickles as evidence.
The changes always happened slowly after that damned potion. It was like ripping off a bandage very, very, painfully slowly, instead of just letting it rip and getting it over with. No doubt the twisting, nauseating wrench in his gut was something rearranging. He stifled a grunt of pain as another wrnech overtook him. A voice called out to him. He wheeled at the blonde girl wearing a silly coat. It was the waitress. Was she really that stupid as to follow a werewolf outside on a full moon? Yet she was trying to be nice and give him his change.
"I vas intentionally leaving it. I am not soon going to be haffing place to carry it on my person until after dawn. And you," His voice was getting rougher and deeper. "You should not haff followed me here."
He glared at her. The shadowy alleyway seemed brighter. No doubt that meant his eyes were changing to their golden hue. He wondered, as he fought the urge to scrath them, if they were glowing in the dark. Damn, I need to take these clothes off or they're going to rip.
Kira's eyes widened at the man's expression. He always looked rather angry, but now.... his eyes were literally glowing with a golden fire. She took a quick step back, but her natural curiosity kept her from running. "Why... why not?" she whispered, watching the man as he went through what looked like a moment of intense pain, "What's wrong? What's happening to you?"
She looked at his eyes again, and realized that they were now completely different: golden, glowing... inhuman. She stifled a gasp and looked up; the moon was shining brightly down the entire length of the alley. "Wait... wait wait wait.... he didn't... he didn't say that werewolves were real! That's what you are, isn't it? It makes sense, I suppose, from what I've read... the scars, the Flaming Cow... your eyes...." She watched the man's struggles with a newfound sort of fascinated horror. What would happen to him? What would happen to her?...
"Are you perhaps not frightened of me, child? You are either extremely brave, scared, or stupid. Or all three." He didn't care that they were less than ten years apart. He was a monster, and she the helpless female in front of him. He took the opportunity to step farther back into the shadows. He had mere moments to remove his clothes before they'd be lost forever, so he stripped and shifted.
The gristly popping or rearranging joints hurt just as badly as it sounded, but it was a sweet release compared to the aching agony of needing to change. He was finally wolf, with a few differences. His snout was shorter than a normal wolf or dog snout, and marred with the same horrible scars that covered his human face. The shapes of the scarring finally fit his face and made sense anatomically. More scars covered the rolling, slab like muscles in his back and shoulders, marred his ribs, and denuded the fur on his paws. His left hind paw was missing two toes.
Tufted tail held high, he slid out of the shadows and eyed the girl with a dark interest. The black leather collar around his neck seemed to cut into the fur, but didn't seem to hamper him in any way.
Kira's eyes were wide with wonder and terror as she watched the relatively quick shift of form from man to wolf. It was incredible to watch, but it also made her want to run far more than even the resulting wolf form did. "Don't run," she told herself out loud, but she couldn't help stepping back to press against the wall of the alleyway, "Don't run. Wolves like things that run. They eat things that run. DON'T RUN..."
Her eyes ran over the wolf's battered form, drinking it in as quickly as she could: if she was going to die tonight, she wanted to know exactly what it was that was killing her. "What happened to you?" she asked, gesturing with a trembling hand at the heavily scarred wolf, "You can't tell me, can you? Can werewolves talk? I wish they could.... then you could tell me about yourself before you ate me..."
Fang took in the girl. She had said 'don't run' and he had assumed, rightly, that she was talking to herself. It was good advice. Now, would she follow it? A wolfish grin split his muzzle and an odd, rythmic coughing sound broke through him in a werewolf laugh.
He needed to shove his clothing behind the dumpster and pray that nobody would steal them.
Grabbing the leather coat and cotton clothing in his mouth, he jammed his large head in the gap between trash recepticle and brick wall. The clothes were well enough hidden that he wasn't too worried. Withdrawing, he began pacing towards the street. The girl was in his way. Idly, he snapped his jaws at her. There was no way he was actually going to bite her, but it would be funny to see her jump. The real question was if she was going to follow him or not. He kind of hoped so. It would give him a cover story.
He dropped his nose to the ground and began casting about for a scent. It was extremely unlikely that he'd pick up THE scent, but he had to try.
Kira somehow knew when the wolf laughed: she could instantly tell that was what he was doing. "What's so funny?" she asked, actually smiling slightly at him, "I know I'm silly, but I can't possibly be silly enough to amuse a wolf."
She watched as he shoved his clothing behind the Dumpster, then gasped in surprise as he turned back and snapped at her. "Oh, don't!" she whimpered, "Don't do that.... I won't tell anyone what you are... In fact... here." She moved around the wolf, giving him a wide berth as he began to sniff about, and tugged his clothes back out from behind the Dumpster. "I'll carry these for you," she offered, "That way no-one can take them."
She examined the pile, then looked back up with a disapproving look. "There's no underthings in here.... that's not very sanitary, you know. For the rest of your clothing, that is..."
He ignored her whining, and only really paid attention to her when she moved to retrieve his clothing. He covered his face with a paw in exasperation when she scolded him for not wearing underwear. He thought that article of clothing the most useless on the night of a full moon. Besides, one of his two pairs had been stolen last month in France. His off set of clothes were back in the squallid flat he was renting, drying from their earlier cleaning.
He resumed his pacing, smelling everything and anyhting in his nose's path. He paused. He had almost caught the scent. To the left? He turned and traced the delicate smell. Slowly, his seeking spiraled closer and closer to the source of the smell. There. He hadn't realized his eyes had been closed during the search, but upon opening them, he realized his nose was pointed at the girl's sock. Slowly, he looked up at her and sat down, cocking his head.
Kira watched the wolf's stalking, wondering what he was doing. He seemed to be trying to smell something, she thought. But what? What was there to smell? A lot, if one was a wolf, she supposed. But... here? Why?
He wandered over to her, his eyes closed as he sniffed. He seemed intent, now, as though he had found something. He stopped just in front of Kira, his nose sniffing around her shoes and socks. Finally he opened his eyes, sitting down and looking at her curiously. "What?" Kira asked, an almost irritated tone in her voice, "What's wrong with my socks? They're brand new, I'll have you know; not a speck of dirt or any other dirty thing on them..."
He snorted at her, expressing disbelief. He could smell almost every place she had been in the last twenty four hours on those shoes, and not all of them were as clean as this girl thought.
An ear flicked backwards as he heard a sound of skittering. He turned with an interested expression as a large rat trundled by, followed by eight smaller pups. Moving nest? Foraging? Who knew. He wasn't hungry enough, nor hopefully would be ever again, to eat rat. There was too much bone for one thing, disease for another. He looked back at the girl, hoping she'd go home soon.
Kira's eyebrows went together at the wolf's snort of seeming disbelief. "You don't believe me? Very well, then..." She grabbed for his black leather collar, seemingly without fear, wrapping her small hand tightly around it so that he couldn't escape. Well... he could still likely escape, Kira mused. He was much bigger than her, this wolf, and since he was also a werewolf, he could bite her and hurt her very much more than a normal dog bite, which was bad enough. She nearly let go again at this thought, but she decided not to; he could easily have bitten her already, if he was planning to.
"Come along," she ordered the great white creature, tugging on his collar with all the strength in her thin arm, "We're going for a walk, you and I. I want to find out what you're doing here..."
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