RoBul Oneshots

Better Together

A/N-
In this story Vlad is a vampire and Alex is a werewolf.
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Alex's PoV -

     I playfully pounced on my best friend, Vlad. We were so little. Neither of us had parents to look after us and somehow we managed to take care of each other. At a young age my parents had been killed in a fight with a hunter. The gun shots had scared me and I ran off. Vlad's mom had died birthing him and his father had resented him for it and left him in the woods to die, alone.

     I found him crying one day in the forest. It was both of our natural instincts to fight. I pounced at him with a growl managing to bite at his small chest. He bit at my neck. Neither of us let go, not at first. In the chaos Vlad accidentally bit at my wolf ear. Even in human form I had the ears of a wolf and a tail. I let out a small whine and released my bite. Vlad quite biting me as well. Vlad petted me, I would never admit it at the time but I rather liked to be petted. My tail wagged back and forth. That was the start of a long friendship.
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     We took care of each other. We found a cave as out home, I hunted and let Vlad drink the animal's blood. When times were scarce I even let Vlad bite at my neck. We would both protect each other. On more than one occasion I was too badly hurt on a hunt to walk back home. I would have died if not for Vlad who found me and carried me back home to patch up my wounds.

     We often talked about our childhood and our parents. I felt bad for not staying with my parents during their final fight. Vlad would always asure me that there was a reason I escaped. Still, wasn't a pack supposed to stick together till the end?

     Vlad felt bad for killing his mom even though it obviously wasn't his fault and he resented his dad as much as his dad resented him. I would hug him and comfort him. We were supposed to be enemies but we were the best of friends.
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     Vlad lay in his makeshift bed crying and groaning in pain. I lay next to him, gently rubbing his shirtless back. "Shhhh," I tried to quiet him, "you'll be okay."

     It was Vlad's 16th birthday and on every vampire's 16th birthday, they grow their bat wings. I had heard rumors of how painful it was but nothing compared to Vlad's tortured groans and cries. I tried to help. This was a horrible way for him to spend his birthday, 24 hours of pure torture.

     I cared a lot for him. He was my best friend and only friend, we had known each other practically from birth. Sometimes I wondered if we could ever be more than friends.

     Soon enough the day was over. Even though it was night, when Vlad and I were normally awake, as soon as his tortured birthday was over he fell asleep. I still lay next to him, petting his wings, each time I did so, he would involuntarily twitch his wing. He was so cute. "Ugg, Alex, could you let me sleep," Vlad complained, he must have woken up.

     "Your too cute for sleep, also your wings are just so cool," I replied.

     He simply smiled at me and cuddled closer next to me. He seemed absolutely drained of energy.

     The next morning I decided to go hunt for some breakfast. I left Vlad there sleeping while I crept out into the forest.

It was still dark out this would be beneficial to my hunting technique. I changed into my wolf form and smelled at the air. Prey was near by, maybe a fox or a rabbit, I follow it's invisible trail. I was close. I sniffed at the ground trying to get a better idea of where the animal went. It's trail seemed to end right then and there.

     Suddenly, something jumped out at me from the bushes, attacking me! I growled and attempted to fight back. I turned around to face my attackers. Hunters, three of them, their soul purpose in life was to hunt, track, and capture creatures like me and Vlad. My parents had fallen victim to their kind. They must have masked their scent with some chemical, my attuned wolf like senses couldn't pick them up, they probably used some dead animal to lure me right to them, I growled at the thought. I hunched down into a fighting stance. I heard the click of a gun, I turned my head slightly, one had snuck up behind me and now held a gun close to my head. The others two threw a net of thin silver, a werwolf's weakness, over me. I couldn't escape now. A click went off and a second later a sharp pain split through my side, I looked down to find a tranquilizer dart stuck in my fur. A moment later sleep overtook me and I passed out.