I’d left the two of them alone in my room. Fate had just curled up in the corner, and it felt wrong to stay in there with them. So I settled down on the couch to spend the rest of the night mentally cursing werewolves and vampires, with the TV on in the background.
I was sort of half asleep on the couch by the time I heard any movement from the bedroom. I could hear Lazarus’ light snores, and the sound of Fate moving around. As I heard the door opening, I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing, pretending to be asleep. I didn’t want to look like I was paranoid that he was leaving, after all. He might’ve just been getting up for a drink or something. He paused as he apparently spotted me on the couch, but relaxed again and moved on when he thought I was asleep. I opened one eye, watching as he put his shoes on.
“Where’re you going?” I asked, making the poor guy jump.
“Uh, just home.”
I frowned a little, “you haven’t been home in ages.” So why would he go now? While everyone was asleep, or at least pretending to be.
"Yeah... They're probably getting worried about me or something."
“And it can’t wait til you can at least say goodbye?” He shrugged at that and I leant back on the arm of the couch, watching him.
"Well, I guess I'll be going then."
“Don’t I at least get a hug goodbye?” he gave me a quick hug, and I couldn’t help the weird feeling of disappointment from collecting at the pit of my belly. “You’ll be back soon, right?”
“Sure,” he said, and I smiled. I think I’d miss him while he was gone. "Tell Lazarus I said bye," he went for the door.
“Couldn’t you wait til he was awake to say goodbye yourself?” I asked before he could even get it open.
"It's better if I go now,” he told me, flashing me this tiny, weak smile. I didn’t understand that, but Fate kept talking. "Just tell him I said bye, yeah?" I nodded, unable to think of anything else to say, or anything that might persuade him to stay put for at least just a few more hours, and watched as he closed the door behind him.
I told Lazarus what he’d said, and was stuck with a miserable dog ever since. Fate hadn’t come back, and Lazarus barely came out from under my desk, unless it was to eat or use the bathroom. Neither of which he did very often. I did my best to get on with life as normal, but my eyes would be drawn to the sketch I’d done of Fate that was on the wall above my desk too often to really focus on anything. I did miss him. It felt weird without him now, and Lazarus was getting on my nerves.
Just over a week passed before I got fed up enough to do anything about it, though. After I’d gone to the usual bar and fed, I walked through town to where Fate lived and knocked on the door. I didn’t care that they probably wouldn’t want to know, but it was worth a try.
An unfamiliar wolf answered the door, looking me up and down before speaking. "what do you want, fangs?" he asked. Well, at least he didn’t just slam the door in my face when he realised what I was.
“I need to talk to Fate.”
“He’s not here.”
“Well can you tell him Lazarus called?”
"Maybe. Depends what you want with him."
I shrugged, “I’m here on behalf of Lazarus. He misses Fate. Don’t worry, he’s not a vampire,” I added before he could jump to any conclusions.
"I know. He's that wolf we spent the full moon with. I can smell him on you."
I smiled a little, “just making sure you didn’t think I was planning on dragging him off to some vampire coven or anything.” Apparently my humour went unappreciated.
"If Lazarus misses him, why are you here?"
“Because Lazarus has dissolved into a useless puddle of depression and he’s getting on my nerves.”
"Brody. It is Brody, right?" he asked, and I nodded my answer. I was impressed he was even willing to consider using my name, to be honest.
"We've all seen your pretty little mark on him. If you want him, go find him."
“I was trying to protect him,” I tried to explain weakly.
"Like I said, if you want him, go find him. We haven't seen him in days," he said, ignoring me. I frowned.
“I’m guessing you haven’t got any idea where he’s gone, then?”
He shook his head. "We were under the impression he'd gone back to whatever vampire it was he was sleeping with this week." There aren’t many vampires willing to sleep with someone that’s been marked. And then I remembered: Blake.
"Are you going after Fate?" another wolf spoke shyly, sort of hiding behind the wolf in the doorway. I recognised him, remembering he was the one from when I got caught inside their house. I nodded. "I'm coming too," he announced, and I sort of looked at the other wolf, wondering if this was a good idea. His poker face was there again, and the previously shy wolf squeezed past, suddenly all excitable.
“The vampire I think he’s with is a lot stronger than me. I’m happy to risk getting myself hurt, but not him,” I told the first wolf.
"Bitch, I'm two hundred years old," the other wolf objected, and I shrugged.
“I don’t give a shit, you’re bringing someone else willing to be as stupid as you are.”
"Well come on, then.”
“Someone other than me,” I scowled. I refused to be held responsible for anything that could happen to him.
"You’re mean. I just want my bro back." I sighed, exasperated.
“Fine, but I’m not being held responsible for anything that happens to you, ‘kay?”
"Cool. C'mon." I rolled my eyes, setting off for Blake’s place, hoping I was right about where Fate had gone.