|Bite of Dog
Author: Owl Satire PM
Vampire/Werewolf AU. Varia is a small clan under Vongola's protection. Vongola undergoes a change of leadership and Varia's leader, Squalo, has to cope with this and threatening Werewolf Packs as well as his own wounded pride. T for language, M for later themes. Squalo x Xanxus. IN PROGRESSRated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Drama - Squalo S. & Xanxus - Chapters: 2 - Words: 6,951 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 09-24-12 - Published: 09-13-12 - id: 8523483
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EDIT 9/21: I have updated a lot of the wording and minor spelling mistakes in this chapter and am working on Chapters 2 and 3 (I split the original chapter into two separate chapters) so hold tight!
Gosh! This is my first fanfic so don't judge me too harshly, but please, leave any comments or criticism you have for me! I'd love to be known as the person who writes in character fic, not horribly out of character fic!
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This story runs the risk of having straight out smut, dubcon, violence/abuse, potential major character death, and maybe even werewolf on vampire action. I'm not so sure! I have decided all the nitty gritty details yet! Any beta-wannabes should be aware of these themes that I want to write and should be okay with beta-ing any scenes with these.
Some details about this AU
Varia: A small, tightly knit vampire clan with individually powerful members led by Squalo. The Varia clan is under Vongola's protection so that larger clans and werewolf packs do not wipe them out. Loyal to a degree, the Varia members tend to value their independence over everything else. However they are fierce and a powerful fighting asset to the Vongola.
Vongola: One of the largest vampire clans that has recently undergone a change in leadership. Lead by Tsuna and his guardians. Protects and Varia and generally tries to keep the peace between clans. Feared among other clans.
Wrath Pack: A werewolf pack interested in Vongola's weakness. Ruthless toward vampires. Lead by the alpha, Xanxus, who once had ties with Vongola.
Boots thumped against a thin red carpet. Through a tall window nearby shone the white-silver light of the nearly-full moon. As if reflecting the moon's surface, a silver banner of hair swayed as its owner paced. A pause and the steady sound of nervousness quieted down. The proud Squalo Superbia would never admit to his clan that Vongola's change of leadership made his stomach flutter. When Squalo was unsettled, his clan would be, and that was not something he'd inflict upon them. The Varia was a small clan, and the only reason they hadn't been crushed by other clans or roaming werewolves was thanks to the Vongola.
Silver-slitted eyes turned up as the door opened quietly. It was Fran, the youngest of his clan, but also brimming with immense potential. The kid was apathetic, somewhat sarcastic and often was on the receiving end of Squalo's anger but he possessed abilities that very few vampires could utilize.
"Voi, brat, what do you want?"
Squalo's voice was flat, but laced with the annoyance the shark always carried on his shoulders. Fran shrugged at the insult.
"Letter for you."
Fran didn't care much to treat his Clan Leader with honorifics and simply plopped the letter into Squalo's hand. Squalo preferred it this way when younger members were constantly kissing his fingers or boots or bowing. It was pointless. He was their leader, but also as much one of them as the others. Dismissed with a wave, Fran turned and disappeared as quietly as he'd arrived.
He tore open with a shark-tooth letter opener and scanned once he realized who had sent it. The red wax seal was still intact.
Squalo scoffed at the use of his last name "Fuckers." The Vongola sure drove him nuts. He breathed quietly after he'd finished the introduction. He scanned the letter once and frowned. A second time formed lines on his face. A third read and he slammed the letter on his desk with a shout and fangs bared. "Voii! Who does the new fucking Vongola brat think he is talking to me like that!?" Sqaulo skewered the letter with the sharpened letter opener, fastening it to his desk like a testament of the shark's bottled fury and frustrations.
The doors to Squalo's office blew open and the vampire lord stormed out into the open mansion the Varia Clan lived together in. Grumbling curses of all colors, Squalo made his way down two flights of stairs and into the hall where the clan spent most of their time together.
"Ah, Squ-chan~!" The excited voice of one of Squalo's oldest companions, Lussuria, rang out as the feminine man waved excitedly at his boss's arrival. Lussuria was excitable and reliable. His fighting style was ruthless, which was betrayed by his cheery demeanor. He was also talented at getting on Squalo's nerves.
Squalo scanned the room with sharp eyes. Only seeing Lussuria, Belphegor, and Fran (who'd just sat down after delivering Squalo's mail), he frowned.
"Where's the rest of our trash?"
Squalo was obviously referring to every other member of the clan. He was not well-known for his affection and better remembered for his shark-like viciousness and vibrancy with words. There was never shock when Squalo referred to his clan, his family, as trash.
"Shishishi," It was Belphegor's notoriously annoying laugh, "Don't you remember, boss? Tonight Vongola is bringing their leftovers to feed to us; the others went to meet them halfway!" The word 'leftovers' was spoken with the only amount of distaste Bel ever showed (which was often covered up by his constant sadistic bemusement). Squalo sighed, feeding night had snuck up on them very quickly. He'd completely spaced it with the arrival of the Vongola letter.
A wolf howl caused the room to fall deathly silent, the vampires hardly daring to breath. Werewolves always made the clan members nervous because each of them had their own special experiences with the elusive and powerful beasts. There shouldn't have been enmity between the vampires and werewolves in the first place, but none of them had ever tried to change it.
Squalo came to his senses first and spat, "Voii, yeah? Huh, right. I fucking forgot that we're forced to eat outta their shitty hands for a moment there." His lip curled a little with his own wounded pride. The Vongola were great at providing meals for their reliant Varia. But it ticked Squalo off to no end that the Vongola had been so 'good-natured' about feeding, much to Squalo's chagrin. They used only criminals and wrong-doers to feed and threw their uneaten scraps to the Varia to buy their loyalty like starving dogs. So they often did not allow the Varia Vampires to hunt for themselves because their choice of prey often displeased those that held their leashes.
Oh, Squalo hated being treated like a dog, his pride rarely allowed him to accept it.
The whole arrangement between Varia and Vongola made Squalo sick. From the day Tyr turned him into a vampire, to the day Squalo cut his throat to become both clan leader and Sword Emperor, the concept of being Vongola's precious lapdog had always made him heave. The members of Varia were strong and independent and only swore fealty to the strong and it gave each one of them a bitter taste on their tongues to stoop so low.
It was in Squalo's name that he was too proud for such a deal, but pride did not blind him. As leader, it was his job to keep the clan safe and fed. Without hiding in the Vongola's shadow, tight-knit Varia would no longer exist, crushed by the Millefiore or some Werewolf packs hundreds of years ago. Numbers often did overpower strength. Squalo was powerful, so were Bel, Lussuria, Fran, and every other member of their clan, but Squalo would not risk their lives for a petty squabble over pride. You could not be proud if you weren't alive.
Squalo's prosthetic fist clenched, he knew the others were aware of how much this wounded him and his pride. It made him even angrier that he was so weak to let the others pick up on it.
"I suppose," Squalo broke his contemplative, disgusted silence with words that had a bite and looked at his three most trusted clan members, "It's best. The moon is near-ripe. It would be bad for us if the mutts attacked the Vongola on their way to us. Then who would yank our chains around, eh?"
Lussuria nodded knowingly and smiled at his leader's words, "We sent everyone who was home, so…" Squalo ignored the bright man as he rattled off a list of names, also telling Squalo who had left the manor on other business before realizing his boss was not hearing a word he was saying and frowned sadly. "We stayed so you could be safe, Squ-chan!"
Squalo snarled at Lussuria, who did not flinch. "Voii! You fuckers! Who told you shit trashes I needed protecting! I'm your damn leader!" No words followed Squalo's outburst, only the familiar 'shishishi' of Bel's laughter.
Oh, Squalo's mood became sour. First a letter from the Vongola brat and now his friends were all soft in the head. Did he ever have something to say that would get them all alert.
"The new Vongola brat is coming with them, you trashes."
Squalo's voice was so acidic that the disdain could have melted straight through the mahogany table. Lussuria practically wiggled with excitement, Bel's smile never dropped, and Fran… well, Fran was as blank as ever. The boy with the frog hat rarely seemed to express emotion. He whispered something to Bel and Bel laughed and whispered back. All Squalo heard was Fran's initial 'Sempai...' before he stopped caring what the two had to say to each other.
Another wolf howl cut through the open window. Squalo saw Bel's face falter, even if it was for the tiniest second. He remembered the prince's story well and sometimes laughed to himself when thinking of Bel's past. The only kid who actually asked Tyr to turn him. It was a rather memorable event for the older Varia vampires.
Belphegor's smile faltered, werewolves were pursuing him and as a simple human, there was no way he'd survive. His cunning was the only thing that would save his life now, but he would try to run as far as he could first.
His brother followed behind, frantically gripping for Bel's wrist. Bel frowned and looked behind him as he ran, feet breaking sticks and skidding over mud on such a wet night. They weren't dressed for this wet full-moon. No one had told them a werewolf pack would slaughter their parents before chasing them into the woods that surrounded their home. Their parents told them every night for their entire lives that werewolves did not hunt those who did no wrong to them.
They had lied.
Wolves were fast. They were merely boys. They would die if they didn't find a way to outsmart the beasts.
Then he smiled at his brother.
As his brother fell over, he'd tripped, Belphegor felt a speed take him over and he ran faster than the wind could blow. Only the clever survived, after all. Those who were not clever were not fit to rule as royalty. Heirs had to rule one day, so they needed to be strong and wise. That was Belphegor's place. It was his place to destroy these wolves and reclaim the throne that rightfully belonged to him.
In time, of course.
He never particularly mourned using his brother as a blood sacrifice to save his own life. He simply concerned himself over the day those mutts decided they wanted to taste royal blood once more. He would need to enlist the aid of other mongrels. A human could not do it alone.
No good prince would shed his pristine blood for a beast that fed the fleas.
It was later when he would approach the Varia, strong and independent and known for their ferocity in combat, and demand Tyr to turn him.
Top of the food chain, vampires, but even those at the top have things that can kill them; werewolves… and each other.
Squalo seated himself comfortably in the hall, occasionally bursting up to shout at Lussuria or to tell Bel and Fran to shut the fuck up. After a particularly violent bout of verbal abuse, Squalo stopped and turned his head slowly. There was a kid, hardly fifteen, in the doorway.
"Voii, brat, you lost or something you little fucker?"
The boy only shook his head and smiled.
"My apologies, Mister Superbia Squalo, for not coming to meet you sooner. I am Vongola's tenth lord, Sawada Tsunayoshi."
Squalo's lips were tight as he surveyed the lord in front of him, 'Japanese, and so young! What was Vongola thinking making such a green vampire their new lord?' What a bitter bug this bred inside of his stomach. There was no way he'd follow this kid. Following Nono was hard enough. Squalo was about to retaliate with no less harshness than before, but a clamor was heard from beyond the Vongola Tenth. Shouting. The shark bared his teeth. "What the fuck is going on?"
Bursting past the small Tenth was a human, his hands were bound behind his back and he looked scared shitless. The man didn't get far before tripping. Looking up as he tried to recover, he froze under the silver, shark-like glare fixed on him. He seemed to shrink, Squalo's will was nigh-indomitable to humans, it was one of his special abilities as a clan lord. Somewhere, either Lussuria or Bel chuckled, probably both of them.
"Fucking trash." Squalo snarled as raised his head in fury to Tsuna. "Voooii! Which one of your trashes lost their mind-control on him!? Now this scum is drooling on my boots!" He stomped and the man whimpered, the heavy boot was close to his face. Squalo's anger made Tsuna flinch. A tall, black-haired boy Tsuna's age appeared past his leader, scratching his neck sheepishly. "Sorry Mister Varia, I got distracted."
A growl bubbled up in Squalo's throat. He didn't ignore the sword on the kid's back, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The black-haired boy collected his charge and shuffled him out of the room, leaving another quick apology to the shark, whose eyes never left the young vampire's choice of weapon.
Tsuna gave a sorry smile to Squalo, "Do you have a feeding hierarchy?" The words snapped Squalo back into reality. When the silver-haired lord shook his head, Tsuna looked slightly relieved. "Good, we fed your men on the way here, they were looking ravenous, I didn't want to tease them. You and your guardians are the only ones left to feed. We are putting the food in storage and you can eat when you'd like. Did you receive my letter?"
Squalo nodded bitterly, convinced the young Vongola did not notice subtle emotional shifts. Though there was no hierarchy, it bothered them that his men were fed without him there to supervise. He kept mental bank of when everyone had eaten and what. Some vampires needed blood of a certain age group to stay fuller longer. Squalo could only hope that his vampires were smart enough to let the Vongola know. It took the shark's willpower not to show his fangs and threaten the small vampire lord in front of him.
"Voi, Lussuria, Bel, Fran, leave us and get something to eat you fucking trashes, but leave a good one for me and don't fuckin' pig out." He curled a lip and the three cleared the room, eager for a meal and to get away from their boss's anger.
Squalo threw himself back into his seat at the head of the table and Tsuna found himself comfortable in a seat diagonal from Squalo's 'throne'. The young leader's face grew harder. "I told you in my letter I would explain the entire situation to you when I arrived, I hope of calming any concerns you might have, and so I shall."
"The ninth gave up leadership because the Wrath Pack attacked. We thought Wrath was at least on acceptable terms with us. The ninth had been nothing but respectable toward the pack leader and even treated him like a son, they had known one another for so long. I think you remember, though, ninety years ago when the alpha turned on the ninth."
Squalo looked down, oh yes, did he ever remember that. The Vongola had actually requested the Varia Clan's help in defense. "Voii, brat, the Vongola won that encounter. I was there." He flexed his prosthetic arm to show Tsuna, "Get to the point." Squalo's forced politeness was purely diplomatic. He wanted nothing to do with this kid.
Tsuna's eyes clouded, as if he were remembering something hard. "Wrath Pack has killed the ninth. The alpha had his revenge for ninety years ago and tore the ninth's throat out."
Squalo practically blanched, had his skin not already been porcelain pale when he pictured this. The ninth was powerful, more powerful than himself, or Tyr, or any other lord he'd met. If this werewolf had killed him… Squalo bit his lip hard. This display did not pass over Tsuna as Squalo had hoped, but as the Vongola Tenth opened his mouth, Squalo stood up and slammed his hands down on the table.
"Voiii! What a fucking piece of trash! The ninth was nothing but good to that fucking flea-bitten mutt! We should put down that mangy piece of scum!"
The ninth was a good man, but that's not what had earned Squalo's pained loyalty. The old coot was also very powerful, but kind and soft. Kindness disgusted the predator in Squalo's gut. He was only truly loyal to power, raw and real, true power. The ninth's strength was enough for him to follow, even if begrudgingly. Nono had crushed enemies and defended his clan and the Varia clan without falter. Werewolf packs had fled tails between their legs. He felt bile in his stomach when he thought of a beast strong enough to kill the ninth, strong and bitter fear combined with anticipation and reckless excitement.
He knew who the alpha was. He had faced that mongrel he detested so much ninety years before in the affair where Wrath Pack first betrayed the Vongola…
… and Squalo had lost.
He would have his revenge on the wolf that had eaten his arm.
For a moment upon his arrival, the Varia clan leader was alone. He'd sent his men to aid other parts of the castle while he made his way to the inner sanctum to meet with Vongola Nono.
Squalo was not ignorant to the murderous intent that exploded at him from the darkness to his right. His hair stood on end and he whirled to face the beast of blood and death, sword at the ready in front of him. For a moment, exhilaration powered him, showing teeth to the creature in the darkness.
Red eyes pierced the darkness as the inky black mountain of fur threw itself at the swordsman vampire. Squalo had arrived to help defend the Vongola from this vicious attack and the shark had found himself crossing sword with fang against the monstrous alpha of the Wrath Pack on a full-moon night. Tied into its fur were feathers and beads and trinkets, which would have made Squalo laugh at the audacity if he hadn't been fighting for his life suddenly.
"You are bitter blooded trash, unworthy of my bite." The werewolf's voice was dark, heavier than the blanket of night.
The insult stung, "Voi, I don't think you know shit, you wretch!" The shark retaliated and brought his sword down... on stone. The werewolf alpha was fast and Squalo was more than sure that it recognized the silver instead of steel on his blade. He tackled Squalo from behind and claws and muscle forced him to the ground, but the wolf's victory was short-lived as Squalo nearly took the Wolf's ear from his head with a nimble twist.
This alpha was older than him by many old moons. Squalo would venture close to a hundred years separated them. It was short time for immortals, but enough to weather experience into an individual. A hundred years was a countless number of full moons for a werewolf to perfect its killing ability.
Squalo jumped up quickly, not wanting to spend a moment longer on the ground versus the wolfman. Grinning at the wolf before him, he lunged. Combat awakened what slumbered inside of him. It awakened instinct and a beast of bloodshed and passion reared its head.
For a moment, he could see kindred recognition in the red eyes of his nemesis.
He wasn't expecting jaws to snap shut as quickly as his brain had registered them. He felt muscles and sinew sever, tendons snapping and nerve endings no longer able to fire as the werewolf crushed bone and flesh. The amount of power this wolf bore was sickeningly awesome. He didn't notice his silver sword clatter to the ground near his feet as his fingers went slack, unable to grip anything any longer.
That was the single thought Squalo had before he realized there was no longer an arm past his left shoulder.
Falling to his knees, Squalo stared in shock at the bloody, crushed stump he now possessed. His sword was on the ground as it had slipped out of the fingers of the porcelain white arm, now stained with red, in the wolf's mouth. There was no pain. There was a wounded pride and an incredible amount of blood loss, but somehow, Squalo did not feel pain at this moment.
He glared back at the werewolf, baring teeth. It laughed darkly, dropping Squalo's arm to the dirt and stone. Before turning and running off, only to meet his defeat at the hands of the ninth.
It was the biggest blow to Squalo's pride he'd ever experienced.
Squalo would have his revenge, his prosthetic fist clenched as excitement filled his veins. For only a moment he would obey this boy. For only a while until he could draw that dog's blood. His look of frustration turned to sadistic excitement as he faced the new Vongola leader.
The memory sprung forth more excitement. He knew what Tsuna was here for, he'd read the letter over and over. Nono was dead, Decimo was green, and then there was the Varia. The Varia was like a second Vongola and the Varia lord knew everything about Nono's will. Vongola Decimo wanted something from Squalo, and he only hoped it was to draw the blood of the wolf once again.
"What would you have me do, scum?"
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