Friend? {BxB PAFP}

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    He blinked, "Dreadful? how come?" he asked "you're alpha and all, so isn't that good?". He blinked he was a bit surprised by his answer, he thought he would have liked being stronger and more powerful.

    "Sure, that's what everyone says. But it's irritating. For werewolves, we have to work together, that's what strengthens our bonds. But if two members dislike each other or fight, it brings down our skills a few notches. And their examples aren't good in front of the younger children." He sighs. "But it has its perks, but sometimes I just want to get away from it all. Sometimes I'd rather let someone else take charge.." he chuckled, which was an obvious fake. "But rules state an alpha can't turn down his position. It sticks with him till the day he decides to be alpha." He explains all of this calmly. If Dark asked questions, he'd answer with full honesty. He was only a teenager, he still had the rest of his life to live. Originally, he wanted to travel the world. But of course that dream was broken into pieces when he was bitten. It wasn't mere coincidence that he had been bitten. His father had ordered a member to bite him. The bite nearly killed him, due to the werewolf nearly tearing him to pieces. He was lucky to only have a few scars. He then looks at the male beside him. "What about you? Aren't you the top for the vampires? Your scent seems strong enough."

    He sighed, "well I'm close to the top" he said "about the rank of a prince, but I'm not a pure blood of course. More a general, but unlike your pack, we don't have any real discipline. If two members get into a fight we just sit back and watch, children and all." he shook his head and kicked a rock as eh walked. "For vampires it's kill or be killed, if you die during a fight they'll just drag your body away and let you rot" he said and shrugged "but oh well as you said the past is the past"

    I'm glad I didn't pick to be a vampire.. He thought to himself. "How does it feel to be a full on vampire?" He asks. He tried to make the question not sound odd, but it kind of came out that way. He was half and half, but one portion stronger than the other. He wondered how ordinary vampires felt.

    He sighs. "Do you want the truth or a lie?" He responds, stopping where he was. There was a certain spell he had cast to hide his vampire scent. He could easily break the spell, and show Dark who he was then and there.

    He snaps his fingers, the spell vanishing. His scent was stronger than a werewolves or a vampires, and he looks at Dark. "You think keeping your secret is hard?" He paused. "You can't tell anyone about this."

    "You never know." He replies, looking at him. "It will be better to talk when absolutely no one was around, even the animals.

    He chuckled softly. "Yeah." He slides off his sweatshirt, the sun sliding out from the clouds. He wasn't sensitive to the weather, but he liked to feel the sun on his skin. He was wearing a white t-shirt that revealed his muscular body. He looks around. He was finally starting to relax.

    He nods, starting to walk again. He looks at the sky. "It's nice..." he smiles, hearing the birds sing. He crossed his arms, feeling the breeze blow through his hair.