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The Delivery

             Chester sat in his room with his knees curled close to his chest. He had been locked in the house since the night that he and his brothers, Liham and Dave, got into a brawl with the three wolves. He was sitting on his furnished bed with the blankets sprawled this way and that. His room was in the attic of the mansion and he would have to stay locked up for a month. Liham and Dave got off easy, two weeks worth of extra work. Chester scoffed at the thought. It had always been easy sailing with those two, but he and his father, Travis, never could see eye to eye. I didn't do anything! Chester thought, What do I have to do to get my father's respect? Kill everything that moves and fight of an army of Werewolves! Chester shut his eyes tightly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I wonder what that wolf is doing now…" Chester said, staring at the walls of his room. "He's probably living it up right now, going home to a loving family." Chester thought back on the night when it was just him and that Wolf boy, on the roof, making a compromise, while both of their brothers ripped at each other. He remembered running away from him, how it had been the first time he had ever been so close to a wild Lu Garou before. And nearly dying. How he climbed the ladder to get onto that roof and make a clear run for it, but wasn't fast enough. The wolf was on the roof in no time, but he didn't come any closer. Chester clutched his knees tighter. He remember his body working over time as his breath picked up. His heart beating with incredible speed as the adrenaline was at its highest. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong could have, and he was sure that the wolf felt the same way too.

            Chester thought of all the stories he was told when he was little about the Werewolves. How they were disgusting, terrible creatures who you couldn't trust if your life depended on it. All the stories about his family, being hunters, and killing off big clans, or packs. Chester could remember his grandfather's stories when he came back from his most recent raids in the country sides. He remembered him coming home and he and his father celebrating. Us kids gathered around, while he told the story. Their brilliant steeds with so much speed and power, their armor that was made of steel and silver, with a red flag hanging from the top. That would always be the highlight of the story, hearing about the army of Vampires riding off into the night, toward their destination, toward the enemy.

            Just then, there was a loud knock on the door. Chester snapped out of his train of thought and turned his head ever so slightly.  "Go away and leave me alone." Chester said with glum look on his face. As if he had said nothing at all, Dave opened the door and walked toward the bed.
   "I know you hate US now, but I came to tell you that Dad is willing to let you out for a day to run a little errand and then come back inside for the rest of your punishment." Dave said with a smirk on his face. Chester looked at him then looked away, letting his legs straighten out on the bed. For a moment, he had forgotten about how unfair it was that he was locked up and not his two troublesome brothers. But thanks to Dave, he remembered.
   "Joy. How come I get a full month and you guys only have two weeks!?" Chester snapped, setting his feet on the ground.
   "Because WE work hard."
   "Funny… asshole." Chester put his feet on the ground and stood up. "What does dad want?"
   "I don't know, he just told me to get you." Dave shrugged. Typical, Travis. He couldn't come get me himself, he had to get someone else to do it. Chester thought as he followed Dave downstairs and toward his father's work room. Chester knocked on the door and let himself in. His father was sitting at his desk with his glasses on, writing something at the looks of it.
   "You wanted me?" Chester asked, standing in front of the desk.
   "Yes, I want you to deliver this letter to Eros Lynch." Travis said, with a frown on his face. He was always frowning.
   "Eros…Lynch?" Chester asked confused.
   "Yes, why do I have to repeat myself? Eros, the leader of the Wolf pack that's in the slum part of the city."
   "Oh. That's all I have to do?" Chester asked a little nervous.
   "Yes, yes that's all, and if something goes wrong, there will be back up, so don't worry to much." Travis handed him the letter and went back to his study. "Go now, and hurry back."

            Chester didn't say a word as he slipped out of the house and into the night. He moved through the gates and into the streets, toward the south side of the city. The sun was setting and the people of the streets were reloading items on their wagons and carts. No one noticed as he slipped silently into an alley and climbed up a ladder onto the Bakery roof. He sighed as he looked out toward his destination. How am I going to find their place? He said to himself as he ran forward and jumped from rooftop to rooftop.

            Back in their part of the city, Zolfo was leaning up against the wall of an alley. It had been a couple days since Tobias had been caged up, and that meant there were less people going out and find food. Zolfo looked out toward a fruit stand where a chubby man was closing up shop. Freshly picked yellow apples were still out on the side of the street, waiting to be taken inside. Zolfo made a 'mmm' sound and countered with a yawn. He turned his head when he heard Liko yapping at some girl about how incredibly cool he was. Zolfo rolled his eyes and walked toward the apple cart. He made sure the coast was clear when he swiped apples from the cart and putting them into a sack. He had gotten the bag halfway full before he set it down behind the wall so the owner wouldn't see.
   "So baby, when are we gonna go out on that date?" Liko asked as he towered over the pathetic human girl. If only she knew.
   "I'm not doing anything with you, I don't even know you! And besides, I am already fit to be wed." She replied snobbishly.
   "Oh come now, don't be that way babe. Me and my brother here, we just want some fun, that's all. Is that so much to ask?" He said, smirking at her.
   "Get away from me you pig!" The girl yelled, slapping his face and running inside the fruit store. Zolfo laughed as Liko came stomping over to him and steam practically come out of his ears.
   "Who does that girl think she is! Calling me a pig!" Liko snorted, his face turning red.
   "You are a pig." Zolfo reply, snatching two apples and tossing one to him. "I'm sure you smelled lovely too dog breath." He slings the bag full of apples over his shoulder and takes a bite of his own apple. Liko looked down at his apple and bit into his as well. The two started walking back toward their home when Zolfo said, "Maybe Momma will make her apple pie. I sure am hungry for one of those." Zolfo rubbed his stomach and looked at Liko when he didn't respond. Liko was looking up at the red moon, and Zolfo looked up too.
   "Do you think we should have gotten something for Tobbie?" Liko asked, looking at his apple.
   "I think an apple would be the last thing on his mind right now."
   "Yeah, I guess your right."

            Liko sniffed the air and let out a laugh.
   "Well well well, look who came to stop by, Vamp #3." Liko snorted and smirked. Zolfo looked ahead and saw that Chester was walking toward them. "Just don't pay attention to him. Keep walking." Chester stared blankly ahead. Great. The two wolves I don't want to run into. Chester thought glumly. He watched as Liko ripped a bite off of his apple and moved his eyebrows at the older boy. He could faintly hear the two talking to each other.
   "No. No Liko… no trouble." Zolfo breathed as the got closer.
   "Three… two…" Liko smiled.
   "Li, no."
   "Showtime." Liko said, dusting what was left of his apple on his shirt. He stopped in front of Chester and smiled. "What do we have here? You seem lost in the wrong part of town. So what brings you here to our hood?"
   "Oh dear God…" Zolfo sighed, stopping next to his brother. Chester looked back and forth between the two and pulled the letter out from his pocket.
   "I just need to deliver something." Chester said, not meeting their eyes.
   "Deliver what exactly?" Liko said, crossing his arms.
   "A letter."
   "No shit." Liko snapped, rolling his eyes in the process. "But maybe I could point you in the right direction?" Zolfo grabbed Liko's arm and spun him around. "Liko, its none of our business."
   "Look, I just need to deliver this to Eros. But, I wanted to give it to someone else first." Chester said, looking at Zolfo instead of Liko's stone cold stare.
   "Eros. Hmm." Liko thought for a second then clapped his hands together. "Well lucky for you we know Eros personally."
   "Who do you need to give it to first?" Zolfo calmly asked.

            Chester didn't know what to say. It was obvious that the youngest brother, the one that followed him on the roof, was no where in sight. But he had no way of knowing that for sure. It was their part of town, and he was sure that they knew a thing or two about these alleys that Chester wouldn't. He didn't know if he could trust these two, but something told him that he would be fine if the older brother was there to stop the other one. Chester mustered up what was left of his voice. "I wanted to show it to…Umm, I forgot his name. Something with a T?" Chester stuttered as the two looked at each other. Zolfo was the first to speak up. "Are you asking for Tobbi-- I mean Tobias?"
   "Yeah. That's him!" Chester said, "Is he here?"
   "No he's not. He's, uh, not available right now." Zolfo whispered, looking at Liko as if he wanted him to speak up. And as if on cue, Liko added, "Yeah, he's as sick as a dog." Liko made a noise like a laugh, but it wasn't a full out. Zolfo glared at him and looked back to Chester. "He's a bit under the weather right now, so why don't we escort you to Eros. If it's important, then he should be the first to know."
   "Yeah ok." Chester said as the two boys walked past him and he followed. He wasn't sure what to do. Everything that he ever knew about Werewolves pounded through his head. The main rule was not to trust them, but what was he to do? He had to deliver this letter, what ever it said. It took him everything he had to not put his instincts on full drive and run away as fast as he could. But he didn't. He continued to follow them, thinking of Tobias. If he was really sick, how sick, and if he was ok. Chester! Stop it! You shouldn't be thinking of him! He probably doesn't even know your name like you couldn't remember his. You're just going to give this damn letter to Eros, and be done with it. So stop thinking about it! His inner conscience yelled in his head giving him a headache. Chester squinted his eyes, and when he opened them he noticed he had stopped walking, and the two wolves were looking back at him. Liko rolled his eyes and tossed the apple core on the street and Zolfo sat his on a crate.
   "You coming?" Zolfo asked, with more concern then he would have expected coming from his enemy. Natural enemies.
   "Y-yeah." Chester said, as he started to walk again. They were natural enemies. Vampires and Werewolves just didn't get along. They couldn't. Chester looked down and again thought of Tobias. Wouldn't that be something if they could…

Description
The Delivery

             Chester sat in his room with his knees curled close to his chest. He had been locked in the house since the night that he and his brothers, Liham and Dave, got into a brawl with the three wolves. He was sitting on his furnished bed with the blankets sprawled this way and that. His room was in the attic of the mansion and he would have to stay locked up for a month. Liham and Dave got off easy, two weeks worth of extra work. Chester scoffed at the thought. It had always been easy sailing with those two, but he and his father, Travis, never could see eye to eye. I didn't do anything! Chester thought, What do I have to do to get my father's respect? Kill everything that moves and fight of an army of Werewolves! Chester shut his eyes tightly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I wonder what that wolf is doing now…" Chester said, staring at the walls of his room. "He's probably living it up right now, going home to a loving family." Chester thought back on the night when it was just him and that Wolf boy, on the roof, making a compromise, while both of their brothers ripped at each other. He remembered running away from him, how it had been the first time he had ever been so close to a wild Lu Garou before. And nearly dying. How he climbed the ladder to get onto that roof and make a clear run for it, but wasn't fast enough. The wolf was on the roof in no time, but he didn't come any closer. Chester clutched his knees tighter. He remember his body working over time as his breath picked up. His heart beating with incredible speed as the adrenaline was at its highest. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong could have, and he was sure that the wolf felt the same way too.

            Chester thought of all the stories he was told when he was little about the Werewolves. How they were disgusting, terrible creatures who you couldn't trust if your life depended on it. All the stories about his family, being hunters, and killing off big clans, or packs. Chester could remember his grandfather's stories when he came back from his most recent raids in the country sides. He remembered him coming home and he and his father celebrating. Us kids gathered around, while he told the story. Their brilliant steeds with so much speed and power, their armor that was made of steel and silver, with a red flag hanging from the top. That would always be the highlight of the story, hearing about the army of Vampires riding off into the night, toward their destination, toward the enemy.

            Just then, there was a loud knock on the door. Chester snapped out of his train of thought and turned his head ever so slightly.  "Go away and leave me alone." Chester said with glum look on his face. As if he had said nothing at all, Dave opened the door and walked toward the bed.
   "I know you hate US now, but I came to tell you that Dad is willing to let you out for a day to run a little errand and then come back inside for the rest of your punishment." Dave said with a smirk on his face. Chester looked at him then looked away, letting his legs straighten out on the bed. For a moment, he had forgotten about how unfair it was that he was locked up and not his two troublesome brothers. But thanks to Dave, he remembered.
   "Joy. How come I get a full month and you guys only have two weeks!?" Chester snapped, setting his feet on the ground.
   "Because WE work hard."
   "Funny… asshole." Chester put his feet on the ground and stood up. "What does dad want?"
   "I don't know, he just told me to get you." Dave shrugged. Typical, Travis. He couldn't come get me himself, he had to get someone else to do it. Chester thought as he followed Dave downstairs and toward his father's work room. Chester knocked on the door and let himself in. His father was sitting at his desk with his glasses on, writing something at the looks of it.
   "You wanted me?" Chester asked, standing in front of the desk.
   "Yes, I want you to deliver this letter to Eros Lynch." Travis said, with a frown on his face. He was always frowning.
   "Eros…Lynch?" Chester asked confused.
   "Yes, why do I have to repeat myself? Eros, the leader of the Wolf pack that's in the slum part of the city."
   "Oh. That's all I have to do?" Chester asked a little nervous.
   "Yes, yes that's all, and if something goes wrong, there will be back up, so don't worry to much." Travis handed him the letter and went back to his study. "Go now, and hurry back."

            Chester didn't say a word as he slipped out of the house and into the night. He moved through the gates and into the streets, toward the south side of the city. The sun was setting and the people of the streets were reloading items on their wagons and carts. No one noticed as he slipped silently into an alley and climbed up a ladder onto the Bakery roof. He sighed as he looked out toward his destination. How am I going to find their place? He said to himself as he ran forward and jumped from rooftop to rooftop.

            Back in their part of the city, Zolfo was leaning up against the wall of an alley. It had been a couple days since Tobias had been caged up, and that meant there were less people going out and find food. Zolfo looked out toward a fruit stand where a chubby man was closing up shop. Freshly picked yellow apples were still out on the side of the street, waiting to be taken inside. Zolfo made a 'mmm' sound and countered with a yawn. He turned his head when he heard Liko yapping at some girl about how incredibly cool he was. Zolfo rolled his eyes and walked toward the apple cart. He made sure the coast was clear when he swiped apples from the cart and putting them into a sack. He had gotten the bag halfway full before he set it down behind the wall so the owner wouldn't see.
   "So baby, when are we gonna go out on that date?" Liko asked as he towered over the pathetic human girl. If only she knew.
   "I'm not doing anything with you, I don't even know you! And besides, I am already fit to be wed." She replied snobbishly.
   "Oh come now, don't be that way babe. Me and my brother here, we just want some fun, that's all. Is that so much to ask?" He said, smirking at her.
   "Get away from me you pig!" The girl yelled, slapping his face and running inside the fruit store. Zolfo laughed as Liko came stomping over to him and steam practically come out of his ears.
   "Who does that girl think she is! Calling me a pig!" Liko snorted, his face turning red.
   "You are a pig." Zolfo reply, snatching two apples and tossing one to him. "I'm sure you smelled lovely too dog breath." He slings the bag full of apples over his shoulder and takes a bite of his own apple. Liko looked down at his apple and bit into his as well. The two started walking back toward their home when Zolfo said, "Maybe Momma will make her apple pie. I sure am hungry for one of those." Zolfo rubbed his stomach and looked at Liko when he didn't respond. Liko was looking up at the red moon, and Zolfo looked up too.
   "Do you think we should have gotten something for Tobbie?" Liko asked, looking at his apple.
   "I think an apple would be the last thing on his mind right now."
   "Yeah, I guess your right."

            Liko sniffed the air and let out a laugh.
   "Well well well, look who came to stop by, Vamp #3." Liko snorted and smirked. Zolfo looked ahead and saw that Chester was walking toward them. "Just don't pay attention to him. Keep walking." Chester stared blankly ahead. Great. The two wolves I don't want to run into. Chester thought glumly. He watched as Liko ripped a bite off of his apple and moved his eyebrows at the older boy. He could faintly hear the two talking to each other.
   "No. No Liko… no trouble." Zolfo breathed as the got closer.
   "Three… two…" Liko smiled.
   "Li, no."
   "Showtime." Liko said, dusting what was left of his apple on his shirt. He stopped in front of Chester and smiled. "What do we have here? You seem lost in the wrong part of town. So what brings you here to our hood?"
   "Oh dear God…" Zolfo sighed, stopping next to his brother. Chester looked back and forth between the two and pulled the letter out from his pocket.
   "I just need to deliver something." Chester said, not meeting their eyes.
   "Deliver what exactly?" Liko said, crossing his arms.
   "A letter."
   "No shit." Liko snapped, rolling his eyes in the process. "But maybe I could point you in the right direction?" Zolfo grabbed Liko's arm and spun him around. "Liko, its none of our business."
   "Look, I just need to deliver this to Eros. But, I wanted to give it to someone else first." Chester said, looking at Zolfo instead of Liko's stone cold stare.
   "Eros. Hmm." Liko thought for a second then clapped his hands together. "Well lucky for you we know Eros personally."
   "Who do you need to give it to first?" Zolfo calmly asked.

            Chester didn't know what to say. It was obvious that the youngest brother, the one that followed him on the roof, was no where in sight. But he had no way of knowing that for sure. It was their part of town, and he was sure that they knew a thing or two about these alleys that Chester wouldn't. He didn't know if he could trust these two, but something told him that he would be fine if the older brother was there to stop the other one. Chester mustered up what was left of his voice. "I wanted to show it to…Umm, I forgot his name. Something with a T?" Chester stuttered as the two looked at each other. Zolfo was the first to speak up. "Are you asking for Tobbi-- I mean Tobias?"
   "Yeah. That's him!" Chester said, "Is he here?"
   "No he's not. He's, uh, not available right now." Zolfo whispered, looking at Liko as if he wanted him to speak up. And as if on cue, Liko added, "Yeah, he's as sick as a dog." Liko made a noise like a laugh, but it wasn't a full out. Zolfo glared at him and looked back to Chester. "He's a bit under the weather right now, so why don't we escort you to Eros. If it's important, then he should be the first to know."
   "Yeah ok." Chester said as the two boys walked past him and he followed. He wasn't sure what to do. Everything that he ever knew about Werewolves pounded through his head. The main rule was not to trust them, but what was he to do? He had to deliver this letter, what ever it said. It took him everything he had to not put his instincts on full drive and run away as fast as he could. But he didn't. He continued to follow them, thinking of Tobias. If he was really sick, how sick, and if he was ok. Chester! Stop it! You shouldn't be thinking of him! He probably doesn't even know your name like you couldn't remember his. You're just going to give this damn letter to Eros, and be done with it. So stop thinking about it! His inner conscience yelled in his head giving him a headache. Chester squinted his eyes, and when he opened them he noticed he had stopped walking, and the two wolves were looking back at him. Liko rolled his eyes and tossed the apple core on the street and Zolfo sat his on a crate.
   "You coming?" Zolfo asked, with more concern then he would have expected coming from his enemy. Natural enemies.
   "Y-yeah." Chester said, as he started to walk again. They were natural enemies. Vampires and Werewolves just didn't get along. They couldn't. Chester looked down and again thought of Tobias. Wouldn't that be something if they could…