The Hunger

Suggested Listening: Sway by the lost prophets (really fits the chapter in my opinion… and depending on the version you get it's a 10 min song)

Part 9

~R is for Rage~

Mello was worried.

More than worried...

It had been nearly two days since Matt had run off and Mello had yet to see him at the apartment or the pool hall. He hadn't answered his cell phone in that time either no matter how many times Mello called or left a message.

And despite how late it was, nearing one in the morning, Mello was almost back at the pool hall on the off chance that Matt would be there. He had no idea where the redhead would be otherwise. He was as good at disappearing as Mello was.

He rolled the motorbike to a stop and cursed as he noticed the main lights on the outside were off, meaning it had closed for the night. Though Mello paused at the sounds coming from the place. But if it were true, and the pool hall was closed, then the music and lights on the inside wouldn't still be on, nor would there still be cars on the outside. There might have just been a problem with the outside bulbs.

But despite that thought something nagged at Mello.

He slid off the motorbike and stalked over. The closer he got the stronger the unidentified feeling got.

The second Mello was inside he froze, going completely still and hardly daring to breath.

Most of the lights in the place were destroyed, nothing more than shattered metal and glass on the floor; the only remaining lamp left in the trashed place swung wildly from the ceiling, showing him the grotesque scene in horror movie style with its random displaying of the room in its faded yellow shades.

Broken chairs, splintered wood.

Upturned pool tables and cracked and broken bottles.

Snapped pool sticks and... bodies and blood.

All littering the floor.

Then the light swung to the corner and Mello's heart stopped. A figure was hunched over what appeared to be one of the owners, mouth tearing into their stomach with a sickening squelching noise.

The entire place smelled of blood; how he hadn't noticed the familiar aroma before was beyond him.

Mello took a step back, nearly cursing as his boot connected with one of the pool balls and sent it rolling across the floor, it being more than enough to attract the attention of the...creature.

Large green eyes swiveled up to stare at him and Mello's mouth went dry as he recognized the face despite the changes as the lamps light swung overhead again. "Matt."

What the hell had that bite done to him?

Matt's face contorted into a snarl, the elongated jaw and snout making it even more freakish, and his body tensed. Large teeth were barred at him as a low growling sound emitted from Matt as blood and saliva dripped from his jowls.

Mello swallowed thickly and tried to find his voice. "Matt-"

Mello backed away as the growl turned into a harsh snarl and 'Matt' rose to a crouched position, enough for Mello to see the other changes that had occurred. The elongated arms and larger chest, and the broader shoulders.

The lamp swung away from the corner and when it returned hardly a few seconds later Matt had disappeared. Mello reacted instantly. He whipped out his gun and ran as he heard the swift shuffling from his right. He couldn't see everything that was before him in the partial light, and tripped over strewn objects and stumbled over mangled bodies but managed to stay upright.

He couldn't let himself be cornered; if he was cornered he was dead as far as he was concerned.

Mello shot off a round blindly as he heard something and cursed when he heard it imbed itself in one of the walls. A loud snarl had him tripping backwards to evade a sharp set of teeth as he used the gun to smack at his attacker rather than put a bullet into him.

Mello slipped on something and fell onto his backside harshly, but gave himself no chance to register the pain and simply rolled into a stumbling stand. His heart pounded in his ears and something brushed against his legs.

He was startled and darted off to the left, further into the building than he wanted. Further away from the exit. A mix between a howl and a snarl followed him as he was pushed bodily into one of the half standing pool tables.

Jaws nipped at his arm and he swung the gun again, rolling off the wobbling table as it began to cave under his weight, and sliding across the floor into the middle of the room and under the light.

His eyes flickered to every lit portion of the room and squinted into the otherwise darkness. The growling behind him made his heart lurch into his throat as he spun and held out his arm.

"Matt stop goddamn it, you know me!" Mello yelled. He, for possibly the first time since he joined the mafia, was afraid. He was shaking as he held the gun, fingers slicked with blood newly acquired; whose blood he had no idea as there was so much of it from so many on the floors, on the walls, probably even on the ceiling...

He didn't want to kill Matt, but he wasn't being given much choice, being stalked like prey. Fuck he didn't even know if shooting Matt would do any good. Could he heal? Would the bullets do any damage?

The crouched redhead snarled at him, lips pulled back into a curl and those canine teeth barred savagely at him. A slight shifting of his front hand, clawed with nails that should they touch flesh would shred it into ribbons, was all the warning Mello had before the animal-isk creature before him leapt from his position on the floor. He barreled into Mello and the blond was knocked into the wall, all breath leaving him, but the gun was pointed to Matt's belly.

But he couldn't fire.

"Damn it Mail..."

Mello closed his eyes, not wanting to stare into those shifting green orbs any longer, and let the gun drop loudly to the floor. He had thought he could kill him, almost hoped he could the second he'd seen what had become of him, but he should have known better. Matt was the only exception to every rule Mello had ever made.

Don't let anything distract him from becoming L.

Don't have friends.

Don't become attached.

Don't...

Don't fall in love...

He hung his head and let it drop to Matt's shoulder, which was more angular than normal and slightly fuzzy, with the silent consent for him to do as he wished. It wasn't even really Matt anymore, but he couldn't... kill him.

Mello waited for one of those clawed hands to dig into him, or for the redhead to sink his teeth into his flesh but nothing happened. He flinched slightly as Matt nuzzled his neck, but was more confused than anything.

Didn't Matt want to kill him?

Matt shifted into him more fully, soft breaths on his neck, all animal anger seemingly having faded the moment Mello had tossed away the gun and surrendered himself to the redhead.

"Oh fuck no." Mello shouted in realization, the hardness pressing against him more than obvious. As were Matt's intentions.

The week just kept getting better and better.

-End part 9-

AN: The ending of this has been planned since I thought of this fic.

So yeah, he's not your typical hairy werewolf, but neither is he like Lupin from HP.

Randomly, do any of you reviewers play Happy Pets on Facebook? (Mello n Matt kitties breeding ftw XD)