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Wolf and Man	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2928 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Zack wandered around the bus while the band was doing their set; he was bored, so incredibly bored. He jumped into Matt’s bunk intending to take a short nap, but the bunk didn’t smell like him, it still smelled like fresh linen. Zack sneezed and sniffed the bunk again, there was only a faint trace of Matt in the sheets; obviously he hadn’t been sleeping there. He began searching through the bus for Matt’s scent growling softly; he, Johnny, Jimmy, and Synyster were going to sit down and have a little chat when they got back.

An hour and a half later the band filed back onto the bus; tired, sweaty, and pretty pleased with themselves.

“That’s gotta be the best show we’ve done in a couple weeks.” Jack said dancing around. Matt looked worse than he had before he had left the bus, he stumbled almost drunkenly to the back lounge with Zack trotting worriedly by his side. He passed out in front of the couch; his skin was pale, clammy and cold and small tremors racked his body. Zack nosed the door closed and then shifted and settled next to his mate, “Matt? Matt wake up. What’s wrong?” he whispered; Matt’s eyes fluttered open and he slowly shook his head, “Nothing now.” He pulled Zack close and started to slip back into sleep.

Once Matt was completely asleep Zack began checking him over; Matt was painfully thin, Zack could feel his skin stretched across his ribs. He looked at the door as anger began to build inside him, but he could still hear Jack talking animatedly so he had to wait to roast his pack mates.

He stayed cuddled next to Matt until Jack finally said his various good nights and then he waited another twenty minutes to make sure the annoying man had really gone to sleep. He gave Matt a tender kiss on the lips and then shifted back to his wolf form and padded to the front room where the rest of the band was.

He sat in the doorway and glared at them; Synyster glared back, Jimmy moved so he was more in front of Johnny, and Johnny looked like he wanted to disappear through the couch.

“What?” Brian barked; Zack’s temper flared, he flashed his teeth and growled venomously. Brian growled back.

Jimmy got up and pulled Johnny into his arms and then glided past Zack to his bunk, he set Johnny down and then closed the door leaving Zack and Brian glaring at each other.

“What do you want Zack? Where the hell have you been?” Brian growled. Zack shifted, “What did you do to him?” Zack demanded. Brian gave him a bewildered look, “What’d I do to who?”

“Matt!” he snarled completely losing his patience with the Beta. Brian’s temper flared to match Zack’s, “I didn’t do anything to him.” He growled.

“Then perhaps that is the problem.” He whispered coldly. Brian stood and faced Zack rigidly, “He got what he deserved.” His voice was frigid and his eyes stayed hard as marbles. Zack moved so they were face to face, only inches away from each other, “And what exactly do you think he ‘deserved’?” His voice was a deep growl and for a second it seemed there was a glimmer of awe in Synyster’s eyes but it was covered again with anger.

“We thought you were dead. You were dead. If he hadn’t been so--” his sentence was cut off with a yelp when Zack snarled and tackled him to the floor, “ Don’t you dare use me as an excuse for your actions!" Brian went limp under him, he whimpered quietly and flashed his pearly throat. Zack growled again and let him up; Brian scooted away from him and stared at him with wonder. Zack had never been one to display dominance like that before.

“What do you want from me?” Brian asked quietly after a moment. Zack gave him a hard look, “How could you let him do that to himself?” his voice was still cold.

“He’s the one that chose to wallow in self-pity not me.” He spat. Zack’s cold glare turned to astonishment, “You don’t have any idea do you?” he said shaking his head, “Brian he’s lost at least thirty pounds and he’s so tired I’m surprised he can remember his name. Yet you seem completely oblivious to him.” His voice chilled again and his glare returned.

“I didn’t really care what happened to him.” He said scornfully.

“Oh and now you do?” Zack said viciously.

“He shouldn’t have done that to you!” Brian shouted.

“So that makes it okay for you to let him slowly self-destruct?” Zack snarled back.

“Zack,” Matt’s quiet voice made Synyster tense and Zack turn around in surprise, “it doesn’t matter.”
Zack stared at him for a moment, “What?”

“It doesn’t matter. Yelling at him is only going to scare Johnny; nothing you say is going to change what happened.” Matt sighed as he tiredly rubbed his eyes. Zack felt guilty for yelling because he was right; he sighed and walked over to Matt and wrapped his arms around his exhausted mate and snuggled against his chest, “I’m sorry.” He whispered; Matt shook his head and tightly wrapped his arms around him. Zack let the tension ebb out of his body as he listened to his mate’s steady breathing. He ignored Brian and gently pushed Matt back into the bunk section and into his bunk. Matt pulled him in with him and Zack shifted until they fit together like two puzzle pieces; he sighed sleepily and for the first time in a year he fell asleep happy.

The next morning Zack’s anger had cooled a little but he was still thoroughly pissed. Matt slowly got dressed next to him, Zack made the process even slower by kissing his smooth skin and lips; he had his arm around his stomach and his cheek was currently resting on his chest. His anger began to stoke itself back to life as he looked down his mate’s body and saw how prominent his bones were.

“You need to eat.” He whispered, lightly running his fingers down his ribs. Matt nodded, “I will.”

Zack thought for a moment and then kissed him on the lips, “I’ll be back; half hour.” He whispered; Matt wrapped his arms around him and held him, “Where are you going?”

Zack nuzzled under his chin, “I need to get something to eat too.”

Matt’s grip loosened, “Be careful.” He murmured, “Stay away from the road, please?” his arms tightened again; Zack nodded, kissed him again, and then changed and slipped out of the bunk.

He was pleasantly surprised at how close the prey was to the bus. He’d only had to jog out a mile or so before he found a promising trail. There was a young deer somewhere, he couldn’t find the mother’s scent so she had already been taken or this little fawn had gotten lost. He stayed low in the grass, the little ones were easy to startle; he froze when something swished through the shrubbery off to his left. He waited a moment and, sure enough, the young deer cautiously peeked out of the bush. Zack didn’t move, he stayed crouched and watched the young deer and waited patiently.

The fawn was too young to be without its mother; it was already showing signs of starvation and it nosed around the ground pitifully looking for something to eat. Zack gauged the distance he had to cover to get to his breakfast and readied himself for the short sprint. Something caught the fawn’s attention and he looked away from Zack; he shot out of his crouch and covered the short distance in seconds. He pounced on the small creature and broke its neck with one bite. He dragged his meal into a less conspicuous area, so people driving or hiking couldn’t see his bright coat, and went to get Matt.

He trotted back to the bus and hoped Jack was gone or else his plan wasn’t going to work very well. He got to the door and barked once, he only waited a minute before Matt opened the door for him; he darted on the bus and did a search, Brain was still in his bunk but all the J’s that were in the band were gone. Zack changed to his human, “I got something for you.” He whispered coyly.

“Oh really,” Matt said raising an eyebrow, “and what would that be?”

“You’ll have to come find out.” He jumped on him and growled playfully and then shifted back to his wolf form and looked at him expectantly.

“I just got dressed.” He whined; Zack sat down and flashed his sad green eyes at him. Matt rolled his eyes, “Fine, fine.” And pulled his shirt off; Zack woofed happily and went to the door to wait for him.

Zack took him back to the deer and chased away the vultures that were trying to get their breakfast. Matt looked at him and then at the deer, if Zack had been human he would’ve rolled his eyes; instead he tore off a chunk of meat set it at his feet. He looked at the meat and then Zack and back again. Zack huffed in frustration and pushed the piece of meat closer. Matt licked his cheek in thanks and then gobbled down the meat and attacked the rest of the deer. Zack sat down and then rolled onto his back and let the bright sun warm his belly. He wasn’t really that hungry, he could’ve just gotten a squirrel or a rabbit and been fine but he was going to make sure Matt ate at least once. He knew Matt would leave him a hefty meal on the deer but he also knew nothing he said would make the other wolf eat more.

Matt woke him up by poking him in the stomach with his nose; Zack rolled over and playfully batted at his paws growling. Matt’s lips pulled back and his tongue lolled out the side as he laughed and lightly danced away from him. Zack crouched low and was going to jump at him but the mouth-watering smell of the deer wafted over to him and instead he trotted over and got his own breakfast. Matt snorted and then came back over and lay down next to him like the Sphinx.

Zack sighed internally; there was no way Matt had eaten enough to satisfy his hunger, there was still almost half a deer left. He tore off a couple large mouthfuls and gobbled them down and then he started alternating; he would tear off a piece for himself and then some for Matt. The black wolf inhaled anything that was set in front of him without argument. Even after Zack was full he was still giving Matt food; the black wolf wouldn’t touch it if Zack left him to it.

Once the deer was picked clean Zack shifted to his human form and wrapped Matt in a hug, Matt shifted too and Zack sighed happily as his strong arms circled him and held him close. The sun was warm and the grass they were laying on was soft and the sweet smell of leaves and grass permeated the air. Zack pressed his cheek against Matt’s warm chest and quickly fell asleep.

He was almost dragged out of his sleep when a low rumbling shook the warm chest he was laying on, but the familiar and comforting sound began to lull him back into sleep. Vaguely his mind questioned who Matt was talking to and Zack tried to push the question back but his curiosity would not be silenced. He grumbled crankily as he forced himself to wake up and find out who Matt was talking to. He cracked an eye open and was surprised to see Jimmy, alone. He refused to make eye contact with Zack.

“Where’s Johnny?” Zack whispered tiredly, Matt tightened his grip on him when he spoke.

“Keeping Jack busy.” Jimmy whispered. Zack watched him curiously; he was acting very un-Jimmy. He shifted to his wolf form and jumped behind Matt, the black wolf made a small sound but quieted when Zack changed and snuggled closer to his back. Zack peeked over his shoulder at the grey wolf and watched him trying to figure out what was wrong with him.

“We have sound check in a few minutes.” Jimmy said abruptly, he shifted to his wolf form and began a quick trot back to the bus.

“What did he want?” Zack whispered as soon as he large grey wolf was out of sight. Matt sighed and started to shake his head but Zack gave him a soft bite on his shoulder.

“He wanted to apologize.” He said softly, he turned over and pulled Zack mostly on top of him and started running his fingers through his hair; Zack sighed contently and playfully nipped at his smooth skin. Matt groaned quietly and rolled over again so he was on top, his lips found Zack’s and they kissed feverishly. Zack slowly pushed his tongue into Matt’s mouth and ran his fingers lightly up and down his sides making him squirm and rub against him.

“Ah, fuck,” Matt grumbled, “I’ve gotta get to sound check; I think I’ve been neglecting my Alpha duties long enough.” He kissed Zack once more and then rolled off of him and shifted. Zack heaved a sigh and then changed as well.

They sprinted back to the bus where Matt changed and got dressed again and then Zack was again left alone on the bus. He moped around wistfully listening to the sound check; he wanted to be out there on the stage with thousands of fans chanting their name. He whimpered and curled up in the back lounge where Matt’s scent was strongest and waited for his family to come back.

He was woken a little while later by someone stumbling up the steps, he uncurled and stretched and went to see who was making the racket.

Brian made it up the stairs and then fell heavily on his side, his breathing was erratic and pained; he whimpered and curled in on himself like he was trying to protect himself from a blow. Zack shifted and dropped to his side, “Brian, Brian what’s wrong? What happened? Brian!”

The black wolf looked at him dazedly; Zack could smell the acrid silver that was poisoning his body. He rolled the black wolf over and fought back a wave of nausea when he saw the wicked looking blade sticking out of his stomach.

“Hang on Bri.” He whispered, even after six hundred years he still hadn’t figured out how to remove a Hunter’s blade without disemboweling the injured wolf. He pulled Brian’s cell phone from his pocket and frantically dialed Jimmy’s number, the gray wolf picked up on the second ring, “Brian where the hell are you we have to do a signing?”

“He’s on the bus, Jimmy I can’t get the knife out.” Zack was feeling sicker by the second, he had no idea how long Brian had been stumbling around with that knife in him. Blackish blood began to seep from between his lips and down his chin. He gagged and spit out more of the vile liquid, his eyes were starting to glaze over, and his body was racked with chills.

“Fuck! Jack’s on his way there to look for him. Can you move him?”

“Where am I going to move him?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He muttered, “Call Matt he’s closer and I’m on my way.” The line went dead. Zack curled against the dying guitarist carefully and dialed Matt’s number with numb fingers. He cursed his stupidity again and swore he would not go another day without knowing how to extract a Hunter knife. Matt picked up on the third ring, “What?” his voice was snappish and for a second Zack was taken aback with his cold tone but he brushed it aside, “Brian’s been stabbed and apparently Jack is on his way back to the bus right now.”

“Zack? Wha--Oh shit, I’ll be there in five minutes.” Matt hung up and Zack was left alone again with his bleeding friend. He brushed his medium length hair off of his forehead and kissed his cheek as infected blood continued to bubble out of his mouth. His breathing was becoming shallower and more labored, his body was racked with tremors; Zack could feel his temperature beginning to plummet.

Someone opened the door and Zack felt relief flood through him, Matt was here, he would make things better. The relieved feeling turned sour when Jack bounded into sight, “Hey Syn you…here?” the blond man stood stock still, mouth gaping open, and eyes wide as he stared at a naked Zack and a bleeding Brian. Zack had no idea what to do; he could tell Jack to leave, convince him he was asleep, change back to his wolf form and pretend like nothing had happened, or kill him. But all those options would lead to other problems and right now the only thing he wanted to worry about was Brian.

The door opened again and Matt ran in, brushed past the still unmoving Jack and kneeled next to Zack. Zack moved so he would have more room to work as he quickly began to meticulously separate Brian from the blade.

“Holy shit.” Jack whispered; Zack ignored him and tried to keep Synyster awake while Matt worked as quickly as he could to get the silver out of him.

“I need an ambulance, someone’s been stabbed!”

Zack almost choked, he whipped his head up and saw Jack talking rapidly on his cell phone; swearing in every language he knew Zack jumped up and swatted the phone out of his hand. It clattered under the table and snapped closed; Jack looked at him incredulous, “Are you outta your fuckin’ mind? We’ve gotta get him to a hospital before he fuckin’ bleeds to death!”

“We’ll handle this, he doesn’t need a hospital.” Zack said a lot more calmly than he felt.

“You’ll take care of it? You’re insane he’s gonna bleed to death!”

“Jack. Shut up and go outside.” Jimmy said coolly as he walked onto the bus. Jack turned and stared at him like he had spontaneously grown another head, “Go outside? What the hell is going on here?”

“Just go outside, we’ll explain later.” Zack said losing his patience. Jack started to shake his head but Jimmy spoke up again, “You’ll need to wait for the paramedics, they won’t know which bus is ours.” He brushed past the guitarist and kneeled next to Matt and they both worked on pulling the wicked knife out. Jack stared at them a moment more and then nodded slowly, he jumped off the bus and took off toward the entrance. Zack swore again quietly.

“Don’t worry about it.” Matt said calmly, gingerly he finally pulled the blade out and tossed it aside. There was a clatter outside, like someone had tried to grab the door handle and missed, Zack saw blond hair and almost screamed in fury. His blood pressure returned to normal when he saw the black patches in Johnny’s bleach blond hair and the young wolf finally managed to wrench the door open.

“What happened?” his eyes widened and he shrank back when he saw the pool of blood surrounding their unconscious lead guitarist.

“He’s fine Johnny he just needs sleep and we need a plan to get the paramedics out of he ASAP.” Matt said rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“I’ve got an idea.” Jimmy said running his fingers through Brian’s damp hair, “Johnny leave it Matt or I will have to get it.” He warned as Johnny went to pick up the black blade, the young wolf ducked his head and went to his usual position by Jimmy’s side.

“I would suggest you put your plan into action, the paramedics are on their way.” Zack sighed as a horde of people came running toward the bus.

“He’s right…here? Where’d he go? Brian! Matt!” Jack came running on the bus with ten of his new friends and looked around bewildered when he didn’t see Brian.

“Back here.” Jimmy called. The paramedics sprinted to the small kitchen area and found Jimmy holding a cool cloth against Matt’s bleeding side.

“Where’s Brian? What’d you do?” Jack’s questions were drowned out by the questions of the paramedics, they swarmed over Matt like ants on honey. Matt calmly held up a hand and explained, “I just caught it on something when were leaving sound check, it’s nothing, just a scratch.”

Jimmy pulled the cloth away so everyone could see the small gash on his side. Jack’s jaw dropped and his eyes almost popped out of his head, “No way, Brian’s the one that got hurt what the fuck did you do to him? And where the hell did Zack go?”

His two band mates ignored him and Matt peacefully sat and let the medics poke and prod at him until they were content that he was indeed alright. It only took a few minutes and then they all filed off the bus again.

Zack was curled next to Brian in one of the spare bunks, Johnny was across the aisle; he felt weird being so close to Brian naked, but the only way to keep the unconscious wolf quiet and calm while chaos reigned a few feet away was to softly whisper to him. Once the paramedics were gone and the bus was somewhat quiet he shifted back and hopped out of the bunk and Johnny rolled out of his bunk and took his place.

He peeked into the kitchen and saw Jack absolutely livid with anger, “What the fuck did you guys do! Are you outta your Goddamned minds? Where’s Brian and what the fuck was Zack doing on the bus naked!”

Jimmy tossed the bloodied towel he’d been holding to Matt’s side in the trash and turned to face the angry blond, “Jack the less you know about this the safer you will be.”

“As far as you’re concerned I got hurt coming off the stage, Brian came back to the bus and fell asleep and Zack is still in sunny California angry with me.” Matt said peeling the fresh bandage off his side.

“Where’s Brian.” Jack’s voice was cold.

“Asleep.” Jimmy answered, “So be quiet.”

“Bullshit, where the fuck is he!” Jack exploded.

“Asleep,” Matt said irritably, “now shut up.”

Zack trotted in and rubbed against Matt’s legs like a cat; he could tell the shallow wound was draining his limited strength. He whined and nudged him toward the couch Matt willingly went over and collapsed on the sofa. Jimmy followed and pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, Matt cracked an eye and gave him a tired smile, “S’okay man, I’m just tired.”

Zack jumped up on his lap and licked his face and he began to fall asleep.

“Someone had better tell me what the fuck is going on.” Jack growled. Zack looked at him and bared his teeth and the guitarist backed up a step.

“Let it go Jack. If you look into this they’ll not hesitate to kill you.” Jimmy said settling next to Matt. Jack’s eyes widened, “You’re gonna kill me?” he choked out. Jimmy rolled his eyes, “No. Just play stupid until we get you home alright.” He rested his head on Matt’s shoulder and closed his eyes. and Zack happily stretched out across both their laps.

“I’m not gonna ‘play stupid’ I wanna know what’s going on with you guys and I wanna know now!”

Zack opened one eye and sighed, he looked up at Jimmy who opened his eyes and sighed as well, “We need to get Matt and Syn better and find out what these fuckers want.” He said totally ignoring Jack’s outburst. Zack nodded and scooted over so he was on Matt’s lap so Jimmy could get up.

“C’mon you wanna see Syn?” he heaved himself off the couch and tiredly went to check on his mate and friend. Jack gave him a confused look and then looked at Zack but followed him after a moment.

“This will not end well.” Matt mumbled once they were out of sight; Zack licked his hand and cuddled closer to him.

For the next week the band was on edge, Jack watched them warily and refused to talk to them; not that Zack really cared, Jack wasn’t part of his pack. Thankfully Matt was rapidly gaining weight and it seemed he was finally starting to catch up on his sleep. Brian was stiff and sore from his run-in with the Hunter but his anger at the wound over shadowed most of the discomfort. Jimmy refused to let Johnny out of his sight, if the small wolf disappeared for even a few minutes he began to grow restless.

“We’ve got mail.” Brian said disgustedly. Matt and Zack, in his human form, looked up from their place on the floor, “What kind of mail?” Matt asked guardedly; Zack got up and went to find their pack mates. Brian growled as he read over the letter.

Once they were all assembled Brian began to read the letter out loud, “Pack #6921,” he rolled his eyes, “Messengers from the Order of the Venator will meet you in the small park three blocks from your current location at 11:30 tonight.” He crumpled the paper and threw it to the back of the room.

“Hunters don’t send ‘messengers’.” He growled, he started pacing the small space. Matt said nothing and watched him move; Johnny sneezed. Zack sneezed as well and shook his head, something was burning his nose; he whimpered and tried to rub away whatever was hurting him; he felt his throat starting to swell. Johnny started to cry to and shake his head, they were both hacking and gasping.

“Zack what’s wrong?” Matt pulled him against his warm chest and tried to soothe him. Jimmy was looking over Johnny, he looked up at Matt helplessly as his mate continued to wheeze.

“Their noses are bleeding.” Brian said worriedly, he kneeled next to Matt and tried to find what was hurting his young Alpha, “His face is starting to bleed too; is Johnny’s?” Brian looked over at the struggling young wolf and saw tiny pinpricks of blood starting to well up on his face too.

Zack could faintly smell it, the pain in his nose made it difficult, but it was there, a putrid stench that could be claimed by only one element.

“Silver.” He panted his throat was tight and swollen, he coughed and small flecks of blackish blood sprayed on the floor; he could feel his throat starting to bleed. Johnny yelped in pain and started to jerk violently; Jimmy whispered quietly in his ear and held him tightly.

“Silver? Wha—Brian what’s on your hand?” Matt slightly pulled Zack away from him. Brian looked down at his hand and swore and jumped away from them. He ran over to the sink and washed the silver powder off his hand, cursing the entire time.

“Get rid of that fucking letter!” Matt snarled; he turned to Jimmy, “Jimmy we need to get them outside.” Matt scooped Zack into his arms and almost flew off the bus with Jimmy on his hot on his heels.

The cool breeze blowing through started to clear his nose, he was still coughing and sneezing but it was starting to lessen. Johnny, being younger, was having trouble fighting the silver, his breathing stayed labored and he continued to whine. The two older wolves stayed with their mates until the fresh air finally cleansed the disgusting powder from their sinuses.

Johnny fell asleep exhausted in Jimmy’s arms, the silver had taken a lot out of him. Jimmy hesitated to go back on the bus with him.

“Hang on Zacky,” Matt whispered as he gently placed him on the ground, “I’ll be right back.” And then he disappeared onto the bus. Zack whined quietly for his mate; he wanted to go to sleep, his head, throat, nose, mouth, and eyes felt like they were on fire. Jimmy crouched next to him and comforted him until Matt reappeared seconds later, he nodded once and Jimmy warily got back on the bus. Matt gently pulled his sleepy mate into his arms and carried him onto the bus.

Zack paced nervously on the bus waiting for his pack to come back. He didn’t want to meet these ‘messengers’, but if the letter was any indication they Hunters were not going to screw around with them if they didn’t go. He wanted to hide his pack away until the Hunters died out. He was sick, both from the lingering silver and the uncertainty of what was going to happen when they met up with these Hunters. He hopped up in his bunk and looked out the small window and whimpered.

The pack didn’t waste time once they came back; Matt gave Jack strict instructions to stay on the bus and not talk to anyone. Then they filed off the bus; Matt, Brian, Jimmy, and Johnny had to stop and change, and then they sprinted toward their appointed rendezvous.
They arrived with five minutes to spare, cautiously the pack loosely fanned out in the thin scattering of bushes. Zack stayed close to Matt and kept a watchful eye on Brian, he could see Johnny crouched low beside the tense Jimmy.

“We know you’re here, we’ve been tracking you for quite sometime. Now if you’ll change back, one at a time, we can get this over and done with.” The cold voice came from in front of them. Zack stepped out before Matt and stood, he recognized Isaac’s chilling voice. Matt shifted and stepped partially in front of him, Brian followed, then Jimmy, and finally Johnny. They closed their ranks, forcing Zack and Johnny into the center; Jimmy stepped back and right, Brian covered the left side and Matt stood in front.

There were indeed two messengers, Isaac and an unknown man stood watching them maliciously.

“Comfortable?” Isaac asked contemptuously. Matt growled lowly, “What do you want?”

“We only wanted to confirm that there were indeed five of you. I was certain my brother was dead and I was finally rid of our family’s shame.”

Zack fought back a growl and gently pressed his hand against Matt’s back, quieting him.

“We gave you our conditions, we wanted one Alpha. You dispatched some low ranking dog and managed to bring it back. We will have our Alpha. Now choose which one it will be.” Isaac’s green eyes flashed, much like Zack’s, yet infinitely colder. Matt tensed in front of him and Jimmy and Brian moved in closer, Johnny lightly gripped his hand for a moment before he too went on the defensive. Zack watched them closely, if they even twitched in Matt’s direction he would not hesitate to spring at them.

“Will you decide or will we do it for you?” the unknown man spat. Matt growled and went into a defensive crouch.

‘You dispatched some low ranking dog and managed to bring it back.’ The thought flashed through Zack's mind on the tail end of a flash back from their previous encounter. They still thought Brian was the Alpha.

“No!” Zack screamed, he tackled Brian to the ground as the silver arrow whistled past the place where his head had been seconds ago. Matt snarled as the arrow embedded itself in the ground inches behind him. Zack felt a shudder run through Brian’s body and he gave him a chaste kiss on his shoulder; Jimmy pulled Johnny against him protectively. Isaac gave two sharp whistles and chaos erupted.

Hunters sprang from behind the two messengers, more dropped from the trees; their silver blades flashed wickedly in the moon. The Hunters descended on them with the explosive fury of a tsunami. Jimmy and Johnny shifted and launched themselves and the incoming wave. Matt ran straight into the melee snarling shifting from wolf to human so rapidly he became nothing more than a blur. Zack rolled off Brian, shifted and tore at an incoming Hunter; Brian’s snarl chilled him to the bone and he ripped at the swarm of Hunters trying to smother them.

A vicious strike from a silver blade sliced his back open to the bone, he howled in pain as the silver burned his muscles. More blades tried to cut into him but his thick coat deflected the brunt of their blows; his red and white fur swirled around him like snow and blood. He jumped out of the circle of Hunters and changed back to human, he could hear Johnny yelping but he couldn’t see him. The cries of wolf and human alike were almost deafening, he was surprised no curious onlookers had shown up. A blade dug into his exposed shoulder and was ripped out again, taking a sickening amount of flesh with it. Zack screamed in agony and whipped around to face his attacker.

Isaac’s cold eyes glinted almost gleefully in the night, “Let’s settle this brother.” He spat. Zack didn’t waste time with words; his soft heart would talk him out of it if he did, which was probably what Isaac was banking on. He threw a solid left hook and totally caught his brother off guard. He went down hard and the knife skidded out of his reach on the dewy grass. He shifted to wolf and continued his attack.

“Zachary!” Isaac’s voice took on a small pleading tone and without thinking Zack stopped and switched back to his human form.

“Zacky I was so scared when you left.” He whispered, his cold green eyes were the warm spring green that Zack remembered. They were aged, aged beyond what they should have been but it was still his brother looking back at him, not the callous Hunter he had become.

“I didn’t know where you went and then, and then these people said that they knew what had happened to you. They said you would hate me and hurt me.” He wrapped his arm around Zack’s neck and buried his head in his shoulder. The sounds of the battle faded and suddenly Zack was six years old again holding Isaac in his lap as they watched butterflies flutter around the herb garden behind their house. Their mother was baking rolls and stew for their midday meal, their brothers and father were weeding the field.

“Zachary.” Isaac murmured and then he plunged a knife into his stomach. The pain was immediate. He screamed, but had the presence of mind to hold onto the knife so his brother couldn’t rip him inside out. He was getting dizzy and weak; his body was being overloaded with silver. He howled for Matt and concentrated on keeping his organs inside of himself. Isaac drew another knife and cut a deep gash on his chest and across his neck.

As he was starting to give up hope for a rescue he heard the beautiful sound of Matt’s enraged snarl. He heard Isaac scream and then he was falling. He hit the ground like a ton of bricks and jolted the knife deeper. He choked on the poisoned blood that was working its way up his throat. He struggled to breath and looked up at the twinkling stars again reminded of Italy.

“Dammit Zachary I’m not losing you again!” Brian’s voice cut through the haze of pain in his mind and he briefly realized that he was being carried. The sounds of the battle were gone, they were replaced by a soothing silence.

“Matt.” He whispered, panic threatened to consume him. If the battle was over then they Hunters must have gotten what they wanted.

“I’m here angel.” Matt whispered soothingly in his ear, he felt himself being passed off to someone and then he was surrounded in Matt’s scent.

He woke up dizzy and sicker than he had ever been, he cried like a puppy and tried to fight his way back into unconsciousness.

“Zachary, my angel.” Matt’s smooth voice grounded him and then his warm body was next to his.

“Yimmy…” he slurred. Matt nuzzled his hair, “Jimmy and Johnny are fine and Brian is pissy as ever.” He said. Zack nodded sluggishly and started to drift back into sleep, but he roused himself again as a memory plagued him, “Matty.” he whispered, the singer curled around his body and whispered soothingly, “I’m here angel go to sleep. You’re still to sick to be awake.”

Zack shook his head, “You ‘member Italy?” he painfully scooted his body around so that he had his lips pressed against his lover’s ear. Matt sighed, “What about Italy?”

“My first time.” Zack mumbled as he fell over the edge back into sleep.

A/N:
Goodness I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to update, my muse has seriously been slacking off! Many thanks to ‘Rapebert’ for the italics and bolds =D
I’m going to go a little AWOL for a week or two; I’ve got a big story I’ve been picking away at and I want to get at least the four chapters done before I post anything on it. But I’ve got a few ficlets that I’ll post as I finish.

Many thanks for all of your great reviews, they totally make my day ^_^

Venator means Hunter in Latin =)
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