Lone Wolf (Yuri on Ice AU)

Intro II

Intro

My feet hit the ground harshly, the sound echoing throughout the empty alleyway. Around me darkness seemed to cover everything like a blanket. Walls of black broken only by the dim glow of streetlights up ahead.

I look behind me. Nothing was there, of course. It had become a habit of mine, checking behind me. Something born of the fear of past experiences. The night is oftentimes not empty.

Guess that happens when you're constantly in fear of someone looking over your shoulder.

"Yuri! Hurry your ass up, we'll get caught." A sudden hiss seemed to come from no where. Suddenly a dark figure was blocking out the dim streetlight glow, their hair messy and sticking up in various directions.

"I'm coming." I answer, taking a slow step forwards and another. One foot in front of the other. The familiar figure, satisfied with my answer, disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. All it left in its wake was a small drop of blood. Invisible to most, everything to me.

Suddenly the streetlight was getting closer to me. It's ring of light wasn't much, just enough to cast ghastly shadows of everything around it.  Trash cans were ghosts, birds demons. All with the flicker of one small streetlight.

As soon as I hit the sidewalk my hood was pushed up over my head. No point in being seen in a place like this. What would I say?

'Oh I was just wondering around at 2 o clock in the morning, Officer.'

Just the thought sent a small smirk across my lips. Like I would ever allow myself to be caught.

Once more I find myself looking behind me, my hands stuffing into my jacket pockets out of habit. Habits haunted me it seemed...

My eyes catch the flash of yellow. It was only a moment, there and then gone before you could even catch a shape. Something nonexistent. A flicker of reality.

I knew better than that.

"Phichit, seriously?" I call out softly. So softly, in fact, it was nothing more than a flicker of my tongue against my lips. If someone had been strolling beside me they wouldn't have even been aware of the sound.

Phichit, however, wasn't a normal someone.

"Aw come on!" A gust of wind was the only warning I was given before the ray of sunshine I call my best friend was walking beside me. He was, of course, all smiles.

The teen was shorter then me. It surprised us both, and most others when they paid enough attention to us. His skin was slightly darker then mine. Eyes shone a rather dramatic brown, much more in your face than mine, which shone a dull  brown similar to dirt.

"You ruin my fun." The shorter male let out a chuckle. He wore a hoodie much like my own, fabric thick and skin tight. As he spoke he flicked up his hood just as I had a few moments ago. Black shadows of the hood against a backdrop of a dark world made him seem little more than a shadow. The flickering of street lamps around us made light scatter across his face in random intervals, leaving him in shadow within an instant as well. Overall, he seemed scarier than usual.

"You should be at home, it's a school night." I manage to say, smiling at my friend.

He only rolled his eyes. In front of his line of movement was a bench. Without a thought he jumped over it as we passed. It was a graceful movement. Up and down, landing silently on the hard pavement of the overused sidewalk.

"Yeah Yuri, then why are you out here hm?" Phichit offered me a sneaky side glance, flashing his smirk in my direction.

"Don't okay that game. I'm the one on hunting duty." I say with a chuckle, casting a glance up at the sky.

A full moon was shining down on the two of us. Our skin seemed to almost soak up the energy it fed to the world. Even walking years underneath it I felt myself re-energize.

"Yeah, hunting duty." Phichit let out a 'tsk' sound as he jogged ahead of me a few feet. Suddenly my best friend was walking backwards. Once again the movement was flawless. Every footfall was as silent and well placed as the last. "We all know what Yuuri and you do on full moons. You and the rest of the teenage rebels..."

"I am not a rebel!" I growl lowly, flashing down to grab a rock. Within a moment I had wrapped my hand around a small throwing stone and chucked it right at Phitchet. The whoosh of stone filled the air, sounding like a bullet whisking through the air.

The stone hit Phitchet straight in the head. His skin wasn't even pierced. In fact, a loud cracking sound filled the air as the rock broke apart into shards. Scattering of rocks against the pavement filled the air seconds later.

"Oh yeah I forgot, you're too weak to even be considered one." My best friend snickered. He was unfazed by the rock to the head, as he often was. Many a rocks had been smashed upon his head over the years. "Omega~"

My jaw clenched at the words. A few letters stuck together had been thrown in my face more than once, every time making me hate the person who said them for a few moments. I felt my blood start to boil.

"With those flimsy arms and skinny legs I wouldn't be surprised-"

Phitchet fell to the ground suddenly as I sweep my own foot under his own. His forehead made a cracking sound as it made contact with the ground, which I didn't worry all that much about.

"I am not an omega." I manage to hiss, glaring at the short male who now lay on the ground.

He wasn't on the ground for long. Instead he hoped up, straightening himself as he brushed off the small rocks sticking to his figure.

"Damn. Fine. Not an omega..." He mutters, watching me with a rather odd look. His forehead was bleeding, crimson blood dripping down pale skin. Phitchet wipes it away with a flick of the wrist. Not once did he complain or whine. "Though I don't see what's so wrong  with it. No work for you right?"

"Yeah." I snort, turning away from my best friend. My hands were still rolled into fists. For a few minutes I know they would be. Omega. That word hit me hard every time someone would use it to discribe me. Omega. Omega. I am nothing like them.

Those creatures were weak and small. I was neither, which I had shown time and time again.

Nevertheless, everyone seemed to assume I was one of them.

"Being put into the very bottom of the coven and told to mate feveriously is nothing right?" I growl, walking forwards. Phitchet catches up with me quickly. His silence fed my anger. "I hate how people assume we all need labels! It's not important to know if I'm an alpha or an omega! Who gives a rip?"

My best friend turns to me for a moment. In the dim light of the streetlight we had just passed under he looked scared. Fearful. Of what he had to fear I was unaware. Our kind had nothing to fear.

"Vampires. They care." He whispers softly, looking down at his feet. "Look mate, I'm sorry for bringing it up. I'm sure everything will go perfectly in two weeks."

"Yes, yes it will." I hiss, speeding up. Suddenly walking slowly to the coven seemed like a bad idea all around. "Because I'm a beta. I know I am."

"...I know Yuri."