That situation handled temporarily, Lucifugus quickly pursued the rogue who fled likely following his vampire and fellow wolf companion.
Outside and immediately cornering his opponent, he figured he could prolong a distraction until the Supernatural Investigators actually appeared.
The wolf before him didn't smell familiar, and certainly were not part of the Blackwater Community Pack, he noted as he blocked a punch from his opponent. He returned the favor with a punch of his own, fairly certain he'd cracked the bone in the wolf's jaw.
The wolf knocked him off his feet but he caught himself with a backflip, unapologetically crashing into the wolf that had been standing behind him, probably intending to hit him with a sneak attack. He turned and punched the wolf in the throat and then the stomach, ignoring the violent cough this induced. The other wolf's attention went to something to his right and knelt on the ground.
"So you're the Nouveau Eclipse' I've heard about. You do arrive fast, pity you could only save one person this time," the vampire girl smirked appearing from a cloud of small fuschia bats.
'Geez people talk too much,' Lucifugus thought as he glowered, estimating his options if he
"So who are you?" He asked instead of acknowledging her comment. He was confident they didn't know him but even so made his voice sound deep and raspy, letting others go for the idea that he was older than he was.
"I'm Bebe Marguerite, a lieutenant of the Recruitment division," she smiled sweetly.
He frowned and elbowed the wolf beside him.
"Were you 'recruiting' all those kids in there?" He asked coldly.
"Yes, they were recruited for an experiment I'm not privy to the details of," she commented then smiled.
"Vargas! Catch!" Bebe Marguerite threw something at Lucifugus's opponent who sounded like he was getting to his feet. After which she returned to a cloud of fuschia bats.
Wincing the wolf jumped back a few feet and before he could consider the possible follow up action a black crescent shaped dagger was thrown the wolf he'd been fighting.
His expression darkened. 'That weapon...'
He focused his abilities as a wolf shifter and used that to quickly lengthen his sharp nails.
Uncomfortable with the action he allowed a small amount of his black spotted white fur to appear on the palm of his hands.
Ducking the first horizontal swing and noting the swift and loud 'shing!' noise made as the weapon sliced through a nearby gumball machine. Scattering containers with tiny toys everywhere.
Quickly he used the palms of his hands to block the blade which was swung so that the back was facing him instead of the tip. Praying he didn't get his fingers cut off -a pain to regenerate- he grabbed the blade and tried to snatch it from the wereeolf but successfully caused a cut on his index and middle finger. He let out a low hiss and the werewolf holding the weapon smirked.
'If I were a normal werewolf and not a carrier of Bandersnatch that would have cut my hand in two,' he thought grabbing his opponent's free hand and kicking him in the shin as hard as he could muster.
The werewolf slipped on an errand toy container as a result and seemingly broke his nose on the pavement.
'Thankfully he doesn't really know how to use that weapon.' he thought to himself kicking a few of the toy containers away so he didn't slip himself.
The weapon lay on the ground, now abandoned. Attached to the handle was a smaller, yellow crescent moon and a keychain in the shape of a moonflower. It looked to be a Lycan weapon based on a Shotel but the blade was shorter in length and wider. He gave it another glance and dodged the incoming tackle, rolling out of the way. Regaining himself from his failed tackle the werewolf looked at his partner still on the ground and took off running.
Getting to his feet the chase resumed again, the wolf being fueled by some form of determination that made him run even faster
"Hey!! Get your ass back here and face your fucking punishment!" He roared angrily.
"You'll make shit harder for everyone else! No one's going to just suffer the consequences of your stupid actions!" Lucifugus ranted making sure his voice sounded gravely and raspy.
The wolf however continued until it vanished, probably the work of his vampire accomplice. With a grudging sigh, he went back to the Arcade and hauled Wellesley to his feet. Standing near him, Wellesley observed as 'Nouveau Eclipse' Lucifugus picked up the sword.
Supernatural Investigator Cars began to pull up blocking one end of the street and he swore at the inconvenience. The resemblance to police cars was uncanny except for the change in name as it didn't read Veritas City Police anywhere on the cars. People were getting out alongside medics and other officers.
"I'd leave him with you guys, but your methods of handling Transmogrified ones is... unorthodox at best. It's nothing personal but I'm taking him where he can get what he needs," Lucifugus announced grabbing the startled teen who winced at the grip.
"Sorry about this," Lucifugus told the boy simply. Then jumped to the rooftop of the Arcade and fled the scene essentially using parkour even with his dazed passenger and the weapon.
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His new captor who'd said he was 'Nouveau Eclipse' and offered no other explanations, brought him to a rather lavish looking three story house. He noted that the house was painted blueish grey and this Nouveau most likely lived on the second floor, since that was the window he'd went to.
His wound had been crudely bandaged, likely on purpose or as a result of not having a proper medical kit in his presumable tool belt.
He wanted to complain but he felt tired. Like he'd run a long distance and hadn't rested. It was a perplexing feeling given he hadn't done anything. It was especially inconvenient as it made it hard to listen to Nouveau -if that was really his name- explain werewolves and what happened to him.
"You're more or less a werewolf now, can't be around normal people anymore. You don't qualify," he said unsympathetically. He was able to properly see Nouveau's face, feeling slightly jealous that Nouveau certainly qualified as attractive, piercing, serious grey eyes with a strong jawline. Along his forehead and the right side of his jawline are indigo small tattoos displaying phases of the moon. In his hair, along his hairline are small gold discs each with a phase of the moon on it. He only noticed the tattoos because they were slowly disappearing
Wellesley's face fell and he gulped nervously.
"And since you're older than 12 that means your body will have to undergo two transformations back to back to catch up with your current age."
"Two...?" He couldn't help but parrot.
The guy, probably two years or so older than him, spared him a glance. "Yeah transforming into a wolf and then .... a transformation or heat to determine what your place is."
Abruptly he took his hooded jacket off and Wellesley startled, getting a tiny nosebleed. To his relief, the grumpy/angry person who saved him didn't notice or if he did, he didn't ask. He discreetly wiped his nose with his sleeve, then regretted it as he smelled and noticed the other blood that wasn't his, on it as well.
"Bitten werewolves turn into Betas or Omegas. The Omegas are significantly more common and of course less fortunate." He explained.
"I... I don't have a chance to become an alpha?" Wellesley couldn't help but be disappointed. He'd heard stories about the privileges alpha's got though he'd initially believed them to be rumors. Or Prim being a little bit too into the school gossip column.
"You can't be turned into an alpha from an ordinary wolf bite, Alpha or not," the teen sneered chuckling. He sounded as if the idea was utterly comical and absurd which was disappointing in Wellesley's perspective. In addition he still hadn't put on a shirt which wasn't good because Wellesley felt he should look at the person he was talking to and didn't want to be obvious about looking elsewhere given that surely this person would prefer some privacy. Unfortunately he was running out of places in the room to look. When his eyes did look at that unsurprisingly muscled abdomen, catching what he told himself were 'accidental glimpses', he couldn't help but feel jealous he'd never be that attractive.
However the four ab muscles on the bottom had two slash marks on the ends. Self harm scars? Or possibly from a fight given how this teen clearly chose to execute his free time.
"Only higher breeds of werewolves such as offical pack leaders or Lycans can bestow such gift, and last I checked they aren't big on handouts." The boy explained.
"My advice: Pray to the goddess Selene that she either makes you a beta or shows you mercy by having you alone with someone you absolutely trust.
"That or make serious investments in sex toys but they don't guarantee anything." He mumbled still looking for whatever it was.
"Se-" Wellesley flushed and started to protest.
"Lucifugus! Father wants you to make time for a community meeting! It's in fifteen minutes! All the pack members are required to be present!" A girl's voice called and Lucifugus seemed to freeze on the spot. Wellesley froze too, out of horror because he recognized the girl as Luciana Blackwater, his classmate and class president representative of that year. It seemed like forever ago that he was helping her friend with her science notes.
He opened his mouth and faster than he could fully grasp, Lucifugus had a hand clamped over his mouth from behind. He'd also taken effort to restrain him so he didn't struggle free or move loudly.
"Lucifugus? Did you hear me?" The girl asked.
"Yes I heard you," he said plainly but the difference in tone and voice was very much there. He sounded quiet and reserved like he didn't get outside much. Though that was clearly a lie.
"Lucifugus--" Luciana began to open the door, panicked Lucifugus thrust his foot against the door holding it in place. He grit his teeth which allowed Wellesley to see the four pointed canines on his top and bottom rows.
"Luci! Why's the door locked?" Luciana protested.
"Don't worry about that!" He said trying to force himself to sound like he wasn't giving her any commands.
"I'm not decent right now!" He said instead which wasn't technically a lie. Lucifugus was certainly not wearing a shirt. He could feel the muscles in Lucifugus's arms tensing, preparing.