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[PSL] You put that urban fantasy right back where you found it (for zunesareawesome)

Flynn doesn't get involved.

Not anymore; there had once been a time where he had been involved in many things. Wonderful things, adventurous things – but that time was long gone, that life lay behind him now. It had ended when he had convinced Simone to let him stay with her, to bite and turn him. He had looked forward to a lifetime, no, countless lifetimes, with her, spending eternity together. Had been ready for it, or so he had thought.

After three days, three frightening, wonderful and confusing days with Simone, it had ended. Kubichek had not been killed by the grenade (of course not, that wasn't how vampires died, they should have known, stupid, stupid) and he had come back for his revenge, taking them by surprise. They had defeated him but it had cost Flynn dearly.

Now Simone is gone (forever) and Flynn is more lost than ever before in his life. He has taken refuge in Simone's old hideout, living off the remaining blood bags and postponing finding another place to live that isn't full of painful memories. He has secluded himself in here and here he will stay.

Alone.

He can't go back to the Library, he knows he can't. He turned his back on it and maybe he deserves the earth-shattering loss and loneliness of his rash decision; he has eternity to brood over that question. Part of him wishes he could see Judson and Charlene, just one last time, but he knows he wouldn't be able to face them after letting them down like he did. Sometimes he feels like he's catching Judson out of the corner of his eye, in a mirror, a movement of a reflection that can't be Flynn's, but when he looks there's nothing.

Flynn spends the days reading. About vampires, mostly, trying to catch up on his new existence. Most of the nights he spends reading, too, and really, if it were up to him he would never leave the apartment. But spending all his time reading also means he has to go out from time to time to find new material. Tonight is one of these nights and he already regrets it.

They're werewolves, he's pretty sure. It's like his gift to read people has been transferred to the supernatural and he can sense what these creatures are, can see it in their movements, feel it in the air, he just knows. They haven't changed form, only partially, their eyes gleaming in the moonlight, feral and dangerous and... mean. They have circled someone and Flynn can tell that this someone is a werewolf, too. A werewolf that the others don't seem to like for some reason. At all.

Flynn knows bullies when he sees them. They take their time, circling their victim, sometimes attacking for a punch or a scratch or a bite. Flynn pulls a face as he watches from the shadows of the trees before turning his back on the scene. Whatever. This is stupid. It's not his problem. He will seek out the trader he is supposed to meet for a stack of rare books, go home and hate life. Or unlife. Whatever he is supposed to call himself these days. 'Idiot', maybe. Yes, he thinks he'll go with that.

Flynn doesn't get involved, not anymore.

He makes it two steps back into the underwood, trying to ignore the snarling and growling, before he slows and stops. He closes his eyes, exhaling sharply at the sudden fear of a decision already made, before he turns and, with a gust of a dramatic whoosh ports himself forward and onto the clearing. He miscalculates and stumbles on a stone but thankfully for him the werewolves are too busy with their prey to notice his little mishap.

Or... anything about his dramatic entry really as nobody has even noticed him appear. Well, that was a colossal waste of time and energy? The old-fashioned way then.

"Hey! Leave him alone!"

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A room? A room, a room, okay, alright.

"Come with me!" Flynn grabs Peter and pulls him to his feet with surprising ease. If Peter wondered if increased strength is a vampire feat he now has his answer.

"I have an extra chamber but please try not to completely trash it?" He can at least try to ask.

Peter can feel that he's gotten heavier, he's building muscle already, and for Flynn to have pulled him to his feet with ease is pretty impressive.

"Hey, you're a long stronger than you--ggghh--look!" Because yes, he's going to still run a commentary even if he's growling in pain, mouth full of inhuman teeth. "You might get--hhh--lucky. I'll try." Or not. He plods alongside Flynn, his gait unsteady, his sense of balance completely thrown off with the added muscle. He's getting bigger by the second, and he's already fairly ripped.

"Lock th' door an' don't--I don't want to hurt you--" Could he hurt a vampire, even at full wolf strength? That sounded like one of those awesome 'who could beat who' superhero conversations.

Wonderful. No really, this is just great, this day is getting better and better. Hasn't he suffered enough? Does he really deserve this? Flynn struggles not to wince away at the rows of very sharp teeth so very close to his face as he drags Peter over to the adjacent chamber.

"I don't want you to hurt me either, so we're definitely in agreement there." He isn't quite as willing to find out the limits of theirs strengths in the middle of his apartment and dearly needed hideout, so he shoves Peter into the room, pausing in the doorway. He doesn't mean to be rude, he just really likes his limbs.

"You just, uh, you let me know when you're done in there, alright?"

Peter stumbles into the doorway, his feet ceasing to be feet and more paws. Did he lose his shoes somewhere back there? Probably.

He nods, he'd rather not rip his new friend to pieces. That would be really the icing on the cake of a particularly bad day.

"Jus--stay aw--aaaagghhrrrrggrrrrrr--" And that's the last vaguely human sound he can make as he stumbles to the back of the room, the latter sounding much like the wolf that he was starting to now resemble.

At this point he can't hold on anymore, and he's just got to trust that Flynn gets clear of that door. And hope the door holds. He lets go of the little control he's had, and the wolf takes him.

There's several minutes of pained noises, more animal than not, and then...silence.

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Flynn slams the door shut behind him and, even though it feels more than ridiculous, pushes with his back against it. He can't really lock it from the outside and if the wolf decides it wants to come out (in a double sense of the word) Flynn will be the last defense between him and the rest of the apartment. And, well, his throat.

When the silence stretches out for several more minutes, he turns his head to press his ear against the door. He may not have a wolf's hearing but it's gotten pretty good these days.

"Peter?" he tentatively calls out. "Can you hear me? Are you alright?"

More silence. And then...scratching at the door. A whine. And the thump-thump-thump of a tail wag.

Open the door, Flynn. Please? Scratch scratch scratch, whine.

Why is this his life? How did he end up in this situation? Flynn runs his hands down his face, internally lamenting for a little while longer until the whining behind the door gets impossible to ignore.

"Peter?" He steps to the side, carefully opening the door to peek into the room. "Are you, uh. In there?"

There's a massive snout suddenly in the doorframe closest to where Flynn is. Loud, snuffling noises as someone's trying to figure out why HIS NEW BEST FRIEND OH BOY isn't opening the door fast enough. And now he's excitedly shoving his enormous self into any free space that's between the door and Flynn--Flynn, who smells super dangerous but isn't, but that's okay, because he FED him--

From what could be seen of him, the wolf was far larger than an ordinary one, with a shape that indicated he could probably be bipedal if he felt like it, but clearly preferred to be on all fours. His forepaws could be used to grip as well, but other than that, he retained a completely wolf-like appearance, with tan-and-gray fur.

"Ooookay."

So now there's a giant wolf in his apartment. That is a thing. A very impatient, excitable wolf who seems to be eager to get out of that room. Flynn's first instinct is to slam the door shut but he can't quite bring himself to do it; he'd have to use considerable force and he doesn't want to hurt Peter's snout.

"Hi. Can you... do you understand me?"

WHINE.

Let me out oh please please please--

He wags his tail and tries to sniff at Flynn as close as he possibly can.

Understand him? He tilts his head quizzically. Peter's never really been able to remember much when he's a wolf, but this time, something's different. He feels more there than he had before. Maybe because he and the wolf were finally in agreement, maybe because he wasn't scared or angry or hurt.

There's an unsure nod, and then he plops his butt down on the floor, tail still wagging wildly. Whumpwhumpwhumpwhump--

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"Good. That's, um, that's good. You're really big, you know? So, I'm gonna open this door but please don't jump me because you are really big. No jumping, okay?"

Taking a deep breath and feeling less courageous than he's acting Flynn finally opens the door and steps away from the frame to allow Peter to come out. Please don't make him regret this.

You have made...

...a terrible mistake, Flynn.

Because here's several hundred pounds of fur and happiness and he's headed RIGHT FOR YOU!

Peter's rambunctiously springing towards his new best vampire friend, aiming to put his paws on his shoulders to knock him over.

No, no, nononononono... Flynn's eyes widen and he brings his hands up in defense but it's no use. Two giant paws impact with his shoulders, driving him back, sending his arms windmilling and then he's falling.

When his back threatens to hit the floor and hard Flynn teleports, vanishing into a cloud of dust and reappearing behind Peter, stumbling into a nightstand.

"What did I just say!"

...what?!

Peter blinked at the empty space below him. A confused whine. His friend was there, and the suddenly, not? The giant wolf whirls around, Flynn's scent suddenly behind him.

GASP.

THIS WAS A GAME!

KEEP AWAY!

Peter delightedly play-bows--SO EXCITED--before leaping at Flynn again.

THIS WAS NOT A GAME!

Flynn yelps when he realizes that he has made yet another terrible mistake and proceeds to teleport back and forth in the narrow space, desperately trying to get a word in in between.

"Peter!" Poof. "I said..." Poof. "... no..." Poof. "... jumping!"

The last word drowns in a surprised yell when he ports into the couch, falling over and tumbling to the ground. All without Peter's help.

THIS WAS THE BEST GAME EVER!

Peter jumps towards every 'poof' even if he can't reach it, completely worked up, his tail practically wagging out of existence.

And then--ON THE COUCH! Here comes a bounding wolf! He attempts to jump on top of him again, aiming to just sit on the poor vampire.

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This time Flynn doesn't manage to get out of the way in time and the next moment he finds himself pinned on his back. The air leaves him with a noisy OOOFF and he lies, trying to breathe.

"I give up! You win!"

His hands come up trying to fend Peter off. This really isn't how he imagined his day to go.

He won! This is the best!

Proudly, Peter trots off of Flynn, and lets up off of him, and goes to lie down on a free patch of the floor. He looks rather pleased with himself.

This is your life now.

This was his life now. Flynn stayed down a little longer, trying to catch his breath and letting his eyes slip shut for an exhausted nap.

Maybe it was time to invest in a cliched and werewolf-proof coffin for the days.

Naps? Naps are good. Peter curls up and decides to take a nap too, yawning before putting his tail over his nose and falling asleep.

It's not before too long that he changes back, there's whining but he seems to not be in very much pain at before. But he's a little confused and startled when he feels cold and wakes up with a start, furless and...

...probably should get his pants. Peter scrambles for his discarded clothes and shoes, quickly changing hopefully before the vampire woke up. Was it daytime? Did they sleep during the day? Probably. What happened? He sits there, his jeans on at least, tying his shoelaces. If he was out then Peter would probably stay and take a nap too, he was honestly a little afraid to just leave, what if this was like one of those magical things that you can't find a place if you aren't invited in or something...not that he really believes in magic other than what he's seen with his own two eyes.

Why did he change? Peter frowned. He remembered it. Dude. He REMEMBERED IT!

"Hey? Dude? You awake?"

Flynn gave a sleepy grunt in return, then slowly forced his eyes open. The nap had turned into a deep day slumber and he was dead tired when Peter's excited voice woke him up. All his limbs felt heavy and God, he swore it couldn't be later than early afternoon. What a horrible time to be awake.

Turning his head he glanced over at Peter and grimaced. "Mmmrh." Rubbing at his face he yawning heartily and muttered something that sounded like 'totally need a coffin'. Then he paused, fanning his fingers open and peeking out at the face looking back at him and its distinct lack of fur and wolf features.

"Oh hey, you're back. Are you okay? What time is it...?"

"Yeah! I'm fine, actually--better than fine. Great, even!" His good mood seems to have persisted. "It's just turned 3...wait, did you say something about a coffin?"

That's both kind of disconcerting and so classic vampire that Peter was seriously considering going out to try and find him (steal him) one.

He pulls on his shirt and motorcycle jacket and finishes tying his shoes as he chatters. "--so like, dude--I actually remembered it this time. Isn't that great? I don't know what the difference is, just--and it didn't hurt as bad. I mean, it still hurt, and I'm sore, but it's not as like, incapacitating--"

"Three?" Yes, this was where he dropped all pretense for a sleepy whine. "That's great, I'm really happy for you..."

That wasn't a lie. But part of it was also a definite 'can I go back to sleep now'? However, Peter kept talking on excitedly and eventually Flynn sat up, accepting his fate. "You remember?" Those were good news, as well as the fact that he wasn't in as much pain. Some of the fatigue left Flynn's face in the wake of curiosity. "That's a good sign, I think. Remembering is the first step to control."

At least that was what he guessed. Little hard to stay in control when you didn't even remember your actions...

"You sound really sleepy...oh man, did I wake you up too early? Is this your nighttime? You're a vampire, this is your nighttime, isn't it?" But he's too excited about the good things that just happened to feel really all that bad about it. "How much sleep do vampires need?"

"Yes! Dude, it was wild...like, I was so happy? And when you were poofing around everywhere it kind of made it worse. I wanted to chase you down. But not to hurt you or anything. I'm kind of surprised, actually, cause the wolf didn't like you at all when I first smelled you but...I think feeding me might have had something to do with it." Instant loyalty! "Or offering to help me. M...maybe if I can stay in control when it happens again, I can actually stop it from happening when I don't want it to. Mostly. Probably not gonna have much luck during the full moon, though."

"It is. But it's fine, it's not like it's going to kill me or anything." He paused, then flashed him a stupid grin. "See what I did there?"

Spoiler alert, the vampire liked horrible wordplay and puns.

But the grin softened into a surprised smile at Peter's confession and Flynn ducked his head, a little embarrassed and unsure what to do with it. "That's, that's okay. It was no big deal, really. I'm glad it helped." And he was, more than he even expected. It felt really nice. He paused again, frowning when he thought of something. "So the control seems to be linked to emotions. That's good. That might help me find more information."

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