Chapter 41"idiots

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A few hours passed, and night was already embracing the city with its dark cloak. I left the house to take a walk, needing the fresh air to clear my mind.

As I walked through the narrow streets, the cold, metallic scent of vampires reached me, mixed with the damp wind. "What a hellish place," I muttered, my senses alert. I decided to stop in an alley to relieve my bladder—nothing like human simplicity to ground me. But then I heard light footsteps behind me. Three vampires followed me—two men and a woman.

"Look what we have here," one of them said, his voice thick with derision. "A werewolf."

I turned my head, still unbuttoned. "Hey guys, can I take a walk around here? I'm trying to pee in peace, if you don't mind."

"We don't care," the other retorted, his eyes shining with malice. "You will die here and now."

The vampire tilted her head, a cruel smile on her lips. "What a shame, such a pretty little face…"

"Who cares, Fabia?" the third one scoffed. "I've never tasted werewolf blood."

I finished what I was doing and turned around, unhurriedly. "So a man can't even pee around here in peace anymore?"

"What the fuck, man? Put that away!" one of them shouted, covering his face in disgust.

"Wow, look at the size of that thing!" the woman exclaimed, somewhere between shock and laughter.

"You perverted son of a bitch, we're going to kill you!" the other one yelled, running towards me.

With a simple gesture of my hand, I turned my wrist, and all three of them fell, their necks broken with a sharp crack. "There," I muttered, my relief returning.

Meanwhile, in a nearby building, a girl named Davina was fiddling with jars and candles, the air around her humming with magic. Suddenly, she stopped. "Marcel!" she called, her eyes wide. "Someone's using magic out there. I felt it in the alley, on the street…"

Marcel, who was downstairs, heard it and ran into the alley, his footsteps echoing in the night.

I was still there, slowly relieving my bladder. "Man, I can't stop. Could it be because of the three bottles of whiskey yesterday? No, it can't be…"

Marcel came to a stop, his gaze fixed on the scene—three fallen vampires and me, unconcerned. "What the hell happened here? Who are you?"

"Hey, man," I said, without turning around. "Your friends tried to attack me while I was busy. I snapped their necks. They'll be back, don't worry."

He crossed his arms, his voice sharp. "Someone told me you used magic. You know that's forbidden here?"

"Magic? Yeah, I used it to break their necks," I admitted, shrugging. "If it wasn't like that, I would have ripped their heads off."

"You son of a…" He stepped forward, but I held up my hand.

"Calm down, brother! Give me two minutes to finish here, and we can talk."

He hesitated, but remained silent.

Three minutes later, I sighed in relief. "Ahhh, what a weight that's been lifted… Now, where were we?"

"I was going to kill you for using magic where you shouldn't and attacking my friends," he replied, his tone icy.

"Ah, yes… You're Marcel, right?"

His eyes widened. "Do you know who I am?"

"Sure, I know the basics about you," I said calmly. "I'm an acquaintance of Klaus's. I'm here to take care of some things and I'll be here for a while. So I'm not going to kill you now."

He laughed mockingly. "You say that as if you could do that whenever you wanted."

"You ain't seen nothing yet." I growled lowly, GRRRRRRR , ripping off my shirt and tossing it aside.

Marcel stepped back, shock written all over his face. "What the hell? It's not a full moon… How…"

My skin tore, bones cracking as I transformed. Within seconds, I rose into a colossal beast—over nine feet tall, muscles rippling beneath a body half man, half wolf. Massive claws gleamed in the dim light, the wolflike face roaring silently.

Marcel went pale. "What the fuck are you, man?!" he thought, panic screaming in his eyes: Shit, I have to get out of here.

He tried to run, but in the blink of an eye I appeared at the exit of the alley and punched him in the stomach. He flew into the wall, the impact echoing in the night.

"Argh… Holy shit…" Marcel groaned, getting up with difficulty, fear etched in his eyes.

I growled, GRRRRR , unable to speak in wolf form. I scratched the wall with my claws, the sharp sound a warning. "

Okay, I think he learned his lesson, Clark.

I looked back. Klaus and Rebekah were there, watching.

Rebekah covered her mouth, her eyes wide at my form. "Oh my God…"

Marcel turned to Klaus. "So you're behind this? Are you trying to kill me now?"

"I'm saving you, you idiot, and you still complain?" Klaus retorted, before looking at me. "So, what's it going to be?"

GRRR, ARRG. I returned to human form, naked in the moonlight. "Hmf, I wasn't going to kill you, I just gave you a warning to show you who's boss around here."

"Tsk, put some clothes on, boy," Klaus said, covering his face in disgust.

Rebekah, open-mouthed, barely blinked. "Oh my God…"

"Tsk, how annoying," I grumbled. I walked over to one of the fallen vampires, grabbed his pants, and walked out of the alley shirtless, the cold night wind against my skin.

As I walked away, I heard voices in the alley.

"Who the hell is this boy, Klaus?" Marcel asked, still panting.

Klaus replied, his tone thoughtful. "To be honest, I don't even know what he is. His existence doesn't make any sense. All I know is that he's incredibly strong with magic and transforms into a werewolf… A type of werewolf that no longer exists in this world."

Rebekah frowned. "What do you mean, 'no longer exists,' Klaus?"

"Before we were born," he began, "there was the legend of the first werewolf created by nature. Half man, half wolf, a gigantic body in transformation, speed never seen in human form… He had total control at full moon. His descendants, for some reason, were just smaller, faster wolves, who only transformed when they killed someone. The first werewolf… They are just legends, but every legend is born from something real. His transformation is, without a doubt, that of the first werewolf. The alpha of all that ever existed."

"How is this possible?" Marcel muttered, astonished.

"I don't know," Klaus admitted. "Maybe he carries the bloodline of the first, and by mixing it with the blood of a regular werewolf, he became this." He thought, keeping a secret: His blood, like mine, could heal a vampire of a werewolf wound. But no one needs to know that.

Rebekah stared into space. "That thing can really be called Alpha…"

"Tsk, what the hell, sis?" Klaus laughed. "Please don't sleep with him. It's disgusting just thinking about it. Besides, the boy is underage."

"Shut up, you idiot," she snapped, irritated.

I walked through the streets, people's eyes following me. "I need a cigarette…" I mumbled, the weight of the night still on my shoulders.