Well Met By Moonlight Part 12
Long time no see on this one. Sorry about that. I was trying really hard to balance everything out, but it didn't work. Hopefully this makes up for it.
I would absolutely go back and read part 11 considering how long it's been.
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In this we find out where the blood came from, Billy gets a gift and a shock, and Eddie proves he's smarter than people give him credit for.
Robin sprayed Steve down with a hose and washed away all the blood. Then he shifted. Tommy climbed on his back and dug his hands in the thick fur by his ruff.
He let Tommy steer him to where he needed to go, behind them he could sense both Nancy and Hopper in wolf form running on either side. Neither of them carried any scent of blood, so they weren’t one of his pack who had woken up covered.
Now that he was back in wolf form he could smell that the blood on him wasn’t human. Thank god, but it was still a problem because the scent didn’t smell like any animal he’d ever hunted before.
Patrick was literally on the Coven’s doorstep when Steve arrived. He was surrounded by Billy, Heather, Chrissy, and Keith. Patrick was barely breathing and it looked as though he had been mauled by something. Something big.
Bigger than even Steve.
He nudged Tommy for him to get off which the keeper did quickly. Steve shifted back into his human form.
“Why didn’t you heal him?” he snapped at Billy.
Billy laughed. “Because I figured it was a present to me.”
Steve’s head snapped up. “But you weren’t the one attacked, I was.”
Billy stepped over Patrick’s body as if he was trash. He leaned into Steve’s space. “And you’re weak. Everyone knows it. This was the supernatural community coming to me and telling me that it’s time to dispense of the...” he paused for dramatic affect. “Pleasantries.”
Steve growled and snapped in his face, causing everyone present to gasp.
“I dare you to try, Billy,” he snarled. “You won’t do shit. Everyone knows you’re actual coward, hiding behind the veneer of the Dominus rank. I know about your little spy. I even know who it is.”
Billy was forced to take a step back.
“You don’t know shit, Harrington,” he sneered, trying to gain back the footing he had so clearly lost. “But go on then, come get him if you really think you’re strong enough to take me on.”
Steve scoffed and knelt at Patrick’s side. “I don’t have to take him, Hargrove. I can just do this.”
He picked up Patrick’s wrist. “I can save you,” he murmured. “But you have to consent.”
“Saved me,” Patrick rasped. “Can’t save me–”
“I can,” Steve insisted. “Just give the word and I’ll do it.”
Patrick nodded.
Steve looked up at Chrissy and Keith. “You both saw him nod, yes.”
Keith nodded and Chrissy said, “Yes. I attest that he nodded.”
Steve lowered his mouth onto Patrick’s wrist. Billy whirled around to try to stop him but both Heather and Chrissy leaped to grab his arms to hold him back.
Nancy and Hopper looked on in stunned silence as Patrick’s wounds receded. The boy’s body shook and he howled in pain. Then he laid still.
Everyone watched on.
“Now we see if he has the potential.” Steve got to his feet. He was still naked as he turned to face Billy head on.
“Why would you do that?” Billy snarled. “He tried to kill you. Now if he survives he’ll be able to finish the job. God, Harrington I thought you were dumb but this takes whole new levels.”
Steve scoffed and got right into Billy’s face. They were standing toe to toe and even though Billy was taller and broader than Steve when his blue eyes met Steve’s hazel, Billy ducked his head.
“You didn’t listen, as always,” Steve growled. “He said that I had already saved him. Which means the blood I found when I woke up this morning was that of whatever attacked Patrick.”
Just then Wayne and Eddie landed on the ground behind them, fully transformed. Wayne’s wings were grey to Eddie’s midnight black, but the were longer, heavier, darker in a way that had nothing to do with color but from the aura that surrounded the older vampire.
As none of the current coven were over the age of fifty, most of them born vampires and young, Billy had to bow to Wayne’s age and experience. Wayne hissed and Billy stopped struggling against Keith and Chrissy. He went boneless in their arms as he sank to his knees.
“It’s done,” Wayne said solemnly.
Everyone turned to looked at Patrick.
The boy’s breathing had evened out and his wounds were healed. His clothes were still tattered and torn, covered in the patina of his attack. Steve could hear his heart beat and it too had evened out.
“Take him back to the compound,” he said fiercely. Hopper and Tommy helped Patrick to get on the back of Nancy and Tommy climbed on to help keep him from sliding off. Then Nancy was off like a shot, tearing off toward home.
Steve knelt on the ground and sniffed the blood that remained. It had the taint of something feral and dark. Not werewolf. Not vampire. Some other supernatural being.
“Christ!” Wayne hissed. “What the fuck is a cat sìth doing on this side of the Atlantic?”
Billy scoffed. “There’s no such thing. Not ever legend is real otherwise we’d be fending off at least a thousand demons from Japanese folk lore alone.”
Wayne glowered at him. “Be that as it may, boy. The fae are not only real, but deadly as hell. It’s only because the cat sìth wished it so that he lasted as long as he did.”
Steve rubbed his jaw. There was something off. Something that didn’t make sense.
He shook his head. “A cat sìth was involved, no doubt. But I don’t think that’s who attacked Patrick.”
Every head turned to Steve.
“What do you mean, Stevie?” Eddie asked.
“I’m a good fighter,” Steve explained. “But there is no way that I would have been able to fight one off not if Patrick was the target.”
Billy licked his lips. “Because Patrick wasn’t the target.”
Steve nodded. “The cat sìth was on hand to feast on the real target to make sure there was nothing left.”
“So who was the target?” Hopper growled.
“Considering that Patrick was dumped on Billy’s doorstep?” Chrissy said, “It’s a sure bet it was probably him.”
“But why?” Keith asked.
“Holy fucking shit!” Eddie hissed. “I know exactly what the plan was.”
Billy scoffed. “Like a bitten could figure it out before a bred. Go back to your trailer, trash.”
Wayne leveled Billy a glare that Dominus met head on. Neither man flinched first.
“What have you got, Eddie?” Chrissy asked, breaking the tension.
Eddie puffed out his chest and preened a little at the attention. The alpha in Steve woke with a possessive growl that caught in his throat.
“Patrick was poisoned.”
Every head turned to Steve in concern. Well all but Hopper.
“He’ll be fine,” the gruff former alpha informed the crowd. “Part of the perks of being a werewolf. We can’t be poisoned. It doesn’t stick.”
Steve grinned wolfishly at the vampires. Wayne rolled his eyes.
“Wait,” Chrissy said. “If that’s the case, then they were banking on Billy turning Patrick into a vampire, weren’t they?”
Eddie nodded. “They assumed that Billy would want one of Steve’s assailants as a vampire kind. Adding a valuable ally to the Coven.”
Wayne nodded. “That’s a good thought, boy.” He ruffled Eddie’s hair fondly. “But they didn’t account for one thing.”
Billy grinned this time, finally having caught on. “That I wouldn’t allow a bitten in my coven.”
Steve’s eyes went wide. “So what about the cat sìth?”
“That’s where their plan gets ingenius,” Eddie said. “Billy turns Patrick, Billy dies from the poison, the cat sìth eats or at least mangles Billy’s body, and it looks like a turned vampire killed the Dominus, turning the whole coven against Wayne and me.”
Wayne rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I’m strong and so is Ed, but there is no way that we’d be able to take on an entire coven on our own.”
“Thereby removing the town’s fiercest protector from the board,” Billy finished. “Whoever this person is who’s calling all the shots, I’d like to meet so I can rip off his head.”
Steve winced. “There’s still the problem of what attacked Patrick if it wasn’t the cat sìth.”
Wayne crouched over the spot that the young man had lain and touched the quickly drying blood with all four of his fingers.
He shook his head. “I can’t tell what it was. It’s no beastie I’ve ever run across.”
“Which means that it wasn’t anyone from the community,” Billy said, his relief palpable.
As much as Steve hated to admit it, he agreed with Billy on this one. If Wayne didn’t know the type of supernatural being this was, that meant that it wasn’t someone from Hawkins.
Unfortunately that meant research and Steve wasn’t very good at it. Nancy was, but he wasn’t sure she would tell him what she found, alpha or not.
Eddie seemed to pick up on what he was feeling because Wayne and he shared a glance. Eddie nodded.
“I’ve got you, babe,” he murmured, low in Steve’s ear.
The alpha relaxed.
“As much as I would love to stand around and chat,” Billy said with a sneer. “But the sun is up and I have no intention of frying out here.” He signaled for Chrissy and Keith to follow him and they all went back inside the large manor house that served as the coven headquarters.
That left only Steve and Hopper with Eddie and Wayne.
Steve turned to Hopper. “Get the pack together so I can explain. And you will not speak of what happened here until I arrive. And I forbid Nancy and Tommy from doing the same,” he said slipping into his alpha voice, not trusting Hopper to do as he was told otherwise.
Hopper bristled but shifted back into his wolf form. He took off in a dead heat back toward the Harrington Compound.
Steve sighed. “I don’t know what to do with him now that he’s back. It’s caused such upheaval in the pack that I’m fighting even the ones that backed me in the alpha challenge.”
“It’s certainly not how things are normally done,” Wayne said, nodding. “I will speak with him and see if I can’t get him to be more understanding.”
The alpha nodded. “Thank you.”
Eddie pulled off a backpack that Steve hadn’t noticed in the hubbub of Patrick’s attack and started pulling out large, billowy clothes. He handed the top set to Wayne, who quickly got to work covering every inch of his skin.
As Eddie did the same, he grinned at Steve’s confused expression. “We knew there was a chance that it would be full light by the time we cleared this up and packed accordingly.”
Eddie’s clothes were black to Wayne’s white, but they both included a large brimmed hat, gloves, and bindings to seal their sleeves and pant legs to their limbs.
Steve thought they looked a little ridiculous, but smiled as he waved them off.
He looked up at the manor, once dubbed the Creel House, named after a man who had built it right in vampire territory and paid the ultimate price for his impertinence.
Whatever was brewing in town there was an undercurrent that seemed to stem from the very under belly of the supernatural community and if Steve didn’t figure it out soon, the town was going to rip itself to shreds.
He shifted and ran at full speed back to the compound. He just wasn’t sure if he was running from danger or towards it.
And that frightened him.
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Alpha Instincts
written for ‘hole’ wc: 404 | rated: teen | cw: omegaverse | baby’s first submission to @steddiemicrofic
There’s a hole in Eddie Munson’s shoe. Steve has been waiting for this day since he met Eddie in freshman year. Eddie acts like an alpha, but Steve accidentally encountered Eddie’s burnt marshmallow omega scent. Steve was pre-presentation, but he’s never forgotten the scent. He even gave Eddie a small token at the time. Eddie’s now iconic guitar pick necklace was once just a guitar pick slipped into his locker with a note of secret admiration. Steve knows it’s the same pick even though he’s never gotten close enough to see the heart scratched into it.
But now, in Steve’s senior year, Eddie’s shoes are starting to show too much wear and tear for Steve’s alpha instincts. He wants to care for his chosen, even if Eddie rejects him, it’s time for the grand proposal. There’s one small issue, Steve can’t buy Eddie new shoes without his shoe size.
Steve swaggers over to the Hellfire lunch table. “Hey Munson. What size shoe do you wear?”
Maybe Steve shouldn’t have done this with an audience because everyone at the table turns to look at him.
Eddie smirks, “What’s it to you, big boy? Hoping to find if the rumors about big shoes are true?”
Steve smirks and leans towards Eddie to whisper only for him, “I already know the rumors about big shoes are true. I can show you, if you want.”
Steve notices Eddie’s ears go a little pink as he audibly swallows. “Eleven.”
“That’s a good boy.” He stands up straight, waggling his fingers into a wave for the rest of the table.
Steve walks out of the cafeteria and out of school entirely. He’ll forge his mom’s signature for an excuse note about alpha instincts. How can anyone learn when their omega is lacking basic necessities? Sure the hole is tiny, but it’s his opportunity to declare he can provide for Eddie and wants him as a partner. The first courting gift being something your omega needs signifies a desire for a true partnership. Dating a slew of people has taught Steve he wants to belong to his omega as much as his omega belongs to him. And Eddie with his wide eyes, quirky personality and burnt marshmallow scent is the only one for Steve.
The next morning Eddie wakes to Wayne calling for him. “Son, I think you have a suitor.” On the front porch is a Reebok box.
“Oh fuck.”
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