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Warning and disclaimer: This story contains graphic homosexual activity between gay men. If this is illegal where you live, or if this is offensive, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. Constructive criticism only please. This story is also based in a setting written by Leo Todrius's series Meta. Like the story? Read his as well here!

_ Psyon: A Meta Side Story _

Written by Alden Gilchist

Chapter Three: Reunion

It has only been two weeks ago since Vincent escaped from the Genetech lab. It felt good to finally be able to stretch his limbs after being bound for so long to a metal table in a lab. He hated to have sold off some things from his family's house that was in his brother's room, yet from the time he spent in the wolf pack, he knew he needed to do what was necessary to survive. Thanks to selling off the items to a pawn shop (to which he cut the power to the security cameras before going in to make the sale so he couldn't be tracked down for selling the items), he had enough money to get a number of things, most importantly, a fake ID card so that Genetech couldn't use their connections to track him down again.

He was also able to also find himself a small place on the east end to rent. It wasn't much, but it provided him a place to stay, and luckily, it was furnished. If it weren't for the fact he also found employment in delivering newspapers, he wouldn't have the additional income to continue paying for the place. Besides... there weren't too many people that were willing to deliver papers in the early hours of the morning in the east end because of the gangs and packs. However, there weren't many people who had his abilities either which kept him away from the various wolf packs and vampire gangs so far, though he had been working for about a week with the delivery service so far. The hazard pay made the job worthwhile at least, and everyone did not have to deliver on full moon nights as that was when wolf packs prowled the streets more than usual.

All the good things that Vincent was able to achieve for himself did not come without drawbacks. His job made him more nocturnal than he was back when he was in the wolf pack. Also, whatever was in that syringe that gave him wings and the taste for his meat to be so rare that there's still blood in it also disturbed him more than the fact he had wings and could fly, or even see an infrared spectrum of heat. While he enjoyed the fact that shape shifting into his beastal form was pure bliss, he knew that his cum was tainted in such a way that if it were ingested, or even touched by regular people, they would be affected. He knew he couldn't allow this to happen else it would create more problems.

Having clothes for his altered form was also something he found was also going to be a problem, especially since changing from being human to a werepyre also made Vincent's body bigger, shredding his clothes in the process, a mistake that happened once. However, after checked around on the internet, he found a site where he could order oversized materials and clothing. While he had gone and ordered the clothes and materials, he placed them off to the side for the time being. He had no reason to go out into the city like that.

However, tonight, nothing else mattered. It was his first full moon night since Vincent escaped. He knew things usually weren't the same for werewolves on these nights, and thought it best to keep himself locked inside his apartment. He did, however, leave a small window open that was too small for him to fit through even as a human just to allow fresh air into the place. He then locked the door to his apartment before he removed his clothes, setting them out in a clothes hamper to be placed in the washing machine later. Going to his room, he laid down on his bed, sighing as he wondered what might happen that night, praying he wouldn't go berserk and cause mayhem.

The thought that he would be shape shifted against his will crossed his mind, thus he decided to beat his body to the punch on it, slowly allowing his body to start changing. Red hair began to push out of his skin all over his body before the strands lengthened and became thick fur. He let out a slight moan as his cock began to stiffen and grow from being close to nine inches soft to a full twelve inches rock hard. Gently, he rubbed the head, pulling back the foreskin that was there to caress the glands at the tip more easily, not letting the thought about how he was at one time circumcised before he the injection back in the lab.

As fur covered his balls, his musky scent became much more apparent, flooding the room with his pheromones. He clenched his fist as his nails grew into claws, his ears becoming more pointed and migrating to the top of his head. He looked up to the ceiling where he had installed a full body mirror the previous day to watch himself change, witnessing for himself in a different perspective as fur started to blanket his body. He began to pant excitedly as his face began to push outwards, forming a muzzle as bones popped and moved to make room for his bulging muscles. He let his tongue hang out of the side of his mouth as he watched his eyes turn from hazel to yellow and his incisors lengthen to deadly fangs. Feeling pain in his back, he sat up, allowing bony appendages to push free from his back as thin leathery tissue formed his wings.

Reaching back and under the pillow, he pulled out a life-sized werewolf dildo he had ordered online, the werepyre smeared it with lube before placing it near his anus while his tail was growing out of the base of his spine. He wasn't sure who came up with that website, nor did he know who this Julian person what that inspired the person who created the product that was sold, but he was thankful because of the number of times he was used and abused by betas and Gnarl while in the pack, it didn't feel quite right to not have something close to the real thing inside him. Pulling his legs up towards his head, he let out a grunt as he pushed the dildo into his rear. He began panting as he saw with growing lust as his darkening shaft slid downwards into the sheath that had formed moments ago while his wings grew out.

Vincent held his breath as he tried to relax before pushing the knot into himself as his now ebony wolf cock slid free from his sheath, the length of which was now an impressive sixteen inches, easily pressing against his waiting muzzle that took the shaft inside as his knot that was the size of grapefruits rested atop his sheath. Overwhelmed by various stimulations while sucking himself off as the changes to his body completed, his cock throbbed as he began to blast thick jets of cum inside his maw, his tail wagging as he gulped own most of it before he felt weak for a moment. In that moment, he let his legs go, his cock pulling free from his muzzle and the rest of his seed sprayed into the air, coating his fur in his own cum. He gazed up at himself in the mirror above himself, admiring the sight, and some part of him wished to share himself with his brother.

Reaching down to pull out the dildo, he had difficulty gripping the base. Perplexed, he reached with both his hands, and somehow managed to pull it out of himself before looking at his hands that, for some reason, looked smaller than when he was in human form. Gasping, he looked out the window and saw the full moon shining through his window. Whatever was happening had started, and there was nothing he could do but let it happen since he had no control over whatever changes that were happening at that time. His entire body began to shrink as he watched the wings migrate from his back to connect to his arms, the fur on his body shortening and losing its red color to a gray-brown color. His nose also upturned to look just like an actual bat.

Realizing what was happening and knowing that being in his back would be bad, Vincent quickly got himself to turn over, but in the process, rolled off the bed and onto the floor. He clenched his jaws shut as little by little, he transformed into a small vampire bat. Sighing at what happened, he took a few moments to get used to his new form, especially with his eyesight becoming poor, he stretched his wings and took to the air as he quickly learned how to emit and hear sonic frequencies, giving him a whole new perspective to the room he was in. Remembering watching documentaries about how bats could cling to some surfaces to hang upside down, he flew up towards the ceiling fan that was turned off and gripped the metal part jutting out from the center to connect to the fan blades and hung himself upside down, folding his wings around his body. He let out another sigh as he knew it was going to be a long night.

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Nostrium sighed as he looked around the inside of his estate. Gnarl along with a few others had transformed into feral wolves while he and a few others became bats. He knew it was probably going to be rough that first night, but this was totally unexpected. Regardless, the dead omega werewolf that was caught earlier that day, his spine broken in several places and his neck snapped, provided the nourishment that he and his servants needed that night. If it was one thing that he could count on, it was that the dregs of society - the poor, the homeless, and the supernatural that kept themselves out of the public eye - often were ignored nor cared enough that no one thought twice if one of them went missing, providing that no one noticed a trend. He knew that this meal would have to be thoroughly taken care of so it would last a few days.

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Vincent awoke close to dawn as something that felt like liquid fell on his face. Yawning slightly as he started to stretch his arms, he was somewhat surprised as more sunlight shone onto his face. Opening his eyes, Vincent nearly shrieked when he found that he was hanging upside down from the fan, but more than that, the form he had was not what he expected either. His size was restored to what it should be, but there were no traces of his werewolf side present as he was an anthro-bat with short, soft red fur with silver highlights. Furthermore, he saw that the white liquid on his face, chest, and wings was his own seed dribbling out of the tip of his hard member laying against his belly.

However, when he shifted his weight in surprise, he heard a sound that caught his attention: the fan started to move from its position in the ceiling! Realizing that he'd have to let go or else he'd fall to the floor with the machine landing on top of himself, he looked up... or rather down... to the floor. There wasn't much distance, and Vincent knew he didn't have enough practice flying.

"Oh fuck me... This is gonna hurt."

He stretched his wings in an attempt to start trying to fly before letting go of the metal parts of the fan. However, it wasn't enough as he landed head first onto the floor, sprawling out onto the wooden floor. Stunned for a moment due to the blow he took, he finally sat up, rubbing the back of his head. Knowing that there were things he needed to have done during the day since he somehow slept through the night, he closed his eyes and concentrated. Within seconds, he began to feel his body starting to change. The stub of a tail crept back upwards into his spine, his wings separating from his arms and hands, pulling back into his back. The bones in his digitigrade legs popped and ground against each other as they reshaped themselves back to being plantigrade as the claws on his hands and feet retracted into his hands and feet, returning to looking like regular human-like nails. His fanged teeth retracted, returning to looking like regular human teeth.

At last, after returning to his regular human form Vincent found his skin still had some of the spent cum from his apparent shape shifting while he was asleep clinging to him. He chuckled softly about the irony of it and got up off the floor. He wasn't going anywhere without first taking a bath. Going into the bathroom, he looked in the mirror and groaned when he saw the thick patches of hair on his chin. He hated how the werewolf part of him caused his facial hair to grow out more than he ever wanted it to be. Sighing, he reached for the razor yet again to shave before getting into the shower.

Once he was finished bathing and exited the bathroom, Vincent went straight to his computer before getting dressed. It wasn't anything fantastic, and he purchased it from a pawn shop for cheap, but it worked to purchase things online. Vincent took the computer out of sleep mode and went to a website about animals, specifically looking up bats. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with him because he transformed into something other than a wolf last night and that morning. It had to do with what was done to him in that lab. After searching through the database for a while, he stopped at Desmodus Rotundus, the common vampire bat, and found links to two others: the hairy-legged and white-winged types of vampire bats. He felt confident that he narrowed down his search to these because while he was in his new form that morning, he noticed more that he was seeing heat sources in addition to seeing things via emitting sonic waves.

More than that, he felt as if whatever happened last night and that morning stayed with him. Vincent found that he could still see heat markers, even in his human form, first as he looked at his PC as it eventually started to generate heat after being on for a period of time, and when he stopped for a moment to look outside from the fourth floor of the apartment building as he looked down at the people moving about on the street. Staying there at the window, he closed his eyes for a moment and after a deep breath, he exhaled out of the open window. It took a bit, and after a few more tries, he found he could see things in his mind, both inside the apartment and a small area outside the building. He knew that this would take practice as a human, but since it was working, he knew he could at some point figure out how to use it fully.

Then he turned to look at the clock and exclaimed, "It's already after noon?! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Quickly, Vincent grabbed his clothes he set aside to wear for the day, grunting as he stuffed his shaft into the jeans. As much as he liked the attention that it got him from others, considering how tight his pants looked in the front, but getting into most kinds of pants was difficult at times if they weren't loose fitting, especially if he got aroused while wearing clothes. Taking his jacket when he hear the sound of rain hitting the window, he rushed out to take care of business during the day before he had to get back and rest before work that night.

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Gnarl howled out in intense pleasure, his red cock spraying his seed all over himself and his master and lover as Nostrium fucked him hard against the wall in his room. The black werepyre still fucked the gray one even as he came, his ebony cock matching his midnight colored fur plowed in and out of his ass with each thrust with ease, his knot spearing him with every thrust. Finally, he roared as his corrupt and tainted cum erupted inside of Gnarl's ass, cum splattering out onto the floor as he continued to fuck his partner's tail as he came.

The whole episode from the night before left him excited the entire day, and was glad to have gotten home early from his therapy session while he was given leave from work after the "traumatic experience" he faced at work while he escaped the blast. The vampire bat DNA gave him and his minions the ability to not only take on the hybrid wolf / bat form, but also their individual forms, including their humanoid forms. He wouldn't squander this advantage.

"Master," Parkanis said as he entered the bed chaimber.

"What is it?" he growled angrily, "I'm busy."

"A few idiots went out into the daylight and were burned-"

"You came in here to tell me something I already know?!" he yelled as he turned his head to look at him. "Remember, you stupid fuck, whatever you or anyone else under my control see and hear, I instantly know! Of course I know those idiots burned up in the sun, and that's because they didn't take the medicine that I acquired for them to use!"

"O-of course, master! P-please forgive me!" the smaller werepyre whimpered as he groveled.

"Well... We need some new recruits then," Nostrium said as he finally let his still hard cock slide free of Gnarl as he sat him down on their bed. "Take some of the specialized cream and use it so you can go out today and find some potential recruits."

"If they refuse or resist, master?"

"Make them suffer. If they still resist, kill them. I don't fucking care."

Parkanis bowed his head reverently as he left the room. Gnarl, when he turned his head, held his legs up and apart for his lover and master, cum leaking from his used tailhole. Grinning widely, Nostrium approached him, sliding his cock into him again, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him again as he leaned down to kiss him, their tongues intertwining as he rocked and bucked his hips into him as they started their second romp in a row.

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It was 4:40 in the afternoon; the ground was still wet from the rain that fell earlier in the day by the time Vincent finished his grocery shoping. Looking around as he left the store, still nervous about being around large groups of people after having to stay away from people for so long, he eventually moved to the sidewalk to go home. It was then that he heard a loud screeching noise. Quickly turning around, he saw a car had lost control and went straight to the side of the store. However, his eyes were drawn to the person that was now under the car, yelling out in extreme pain with their groceries now destroyed from the impact, and a person nearby immediately called 911. Rushing over, he saw that the person's legs were held firmly under the car after the tires had run over them. But that wasn't as important as to who the person was when he finally recognized who it was after looking past the hair that was dyed green.

"Harry? Oh my god, Harry!" Vincent shouted as he set his groceries down.

Unfortunately, Harry was not able to properly respond to him as he was in more pain than anything else Vincent hadn't seen Harry since he was enrolled in private school. He didn't recognize him at first because he was well muscled since he last saw him, and he had not seen nor heard from him in a long time, which distressed him since Harry was the first guy he had sex with and had a crush on him ever since. Looking at the person in the car, the lady was out cold, but looking at the passenger seat, he found an empty liquor bottle, indicating she had been drinking and driving. Looking around at the crowd of people looking on, he felt extreme anger that no one was lifting a finger to help, but calmed himself when he realized that they were just normal people. However, after thinking that he wasn't normal, Vincent realized that he could do something.

Reaching under the car, he began to pull upwards at the front of the car, he found that he couldn't lift it. Straining himself to try again, he still couldn't move it. He tried again, this time, thinking he had to lift the car, and as he expressed his thought, the car was lifted upwards. Realizing that his mind was lifting the car thanks to the experiments done on him back in the lab, and not wanting to draw too much attention to himself, he looked over his shoulder.

"Someone give me a hand! Pull him out from under the car!"

An overweight man moved closer and did just as he asked, placing his hands on Harry's arms and dragged him out from under the car with some effort. Vincent suddenly let the car drop back to the ground with a huff, panting hard as he acted as if what he did was exhausting. About that time, an ambulance had arrived which made Vincent feel relieved. He watched as the EMTs take Harry to the ambulance, but after a moment, one of them approached him.

"Excuse me, but the patient wants to see you before we take him to the hospital. But please hurry so we can get him to the hospital.l"

Vincent's heart skipped a beat upon hearing that and rushed over to the opened doors of the ambulance. Harry was propped upright on the gurney, and though he was clearly in pain, the pain killers that he was given seemed to help. The smile that Harry had on his face clearly said he remembered who he was.

"Hey man. It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

"Way too long. I was a sophomore when you graduated."

"Heh, yeah. NowI'm a construction worker."

"Really? You lead a crew or something?"

"Ha... I wish."

Vincent was confused when he heard that. The private school they were both enrolled in were for rich parents that wanted their kids to have a good education, and from there, they go off to college. Construction work as a regular employee was unexpected for someone from a rich family. However, before he could ask what was going on, Harry tilted his head back as he gritted his teeth. It was apparent that he was in more pain than he was letting on.

"Why don't we talk about this more once you've been checked into the hospital? A doctor should look at your legs."

"Y-yeah, I guess you're right. I'll see you then."

After speaking to the EMT to find out which hospital Harry was being taken to, Vincent grabbed his groceries and rushed home to drop them off, only putting away the items that needed to be kept cold or frozen. Throwing his jacket over to the side, he ran out the door to catch a bus down to the south end to Mercy Hospital. However, when he arrived, there was extreme shock, not just from him, but from the hospital staff. There were a number of people exiting the hospital, yet it didn't look or sound like an emergency. Entering the hospital, Vincent overheard the shocked staff that nearly everyone claimed some old man came in to visit them, and afterwards, they not only felt better, but their injuries or illnesses were gone. It sounded too good to be true, but he approached the main counter.

"Excuse me, but I'm here to see Harry Langston. He came here by ambulance not long ago?"

"O-oh!" the nurse said as she was snapped back to reality. "Let's see if I can pull up his information." After a moment of typing into a computer, she said, "Yes, there is a Mr. Langston here. He should be over in room E-17 on the second floor."

"Thank you so much," he replied with a grin and went towards the elevator.

After taking it to the second floor, and exiting the elevator, he halted for a moment as an elderly man with a cane was hobbling towards the open doors of the elevator. Being polite, he double backed towards the doors and held them open. The old man smiled at him as he hobbled in and Vincent smiled a bit as he started to walk away. However, after the doors closed, the old man's scent wafted into his nose, and his enhanced smell picked it up a moment too late. He suddenly whirled around to look at the doors that were now closed. There was something about his scent that did not smell old at all, and yet... Not wanting to consider it further at that time, he rushed towards room E-17. Opening the door and looking inside, Harry was sitting upright on the side of the bed, and looked like he was about to try standing up.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Vincent shouted as he rushed in and grabed his friend.

"Hey, it's ok... I think," he replied. "After this old man came in and visited with me, I felt as good as I did before the accident. My legs don't hurt at all."

"That might be true, but still, I don't think you should push yourself like this just yet."

"Well... I actually was about to back out of this idea until you showed up. If I fall, I have you to pick me right back up, handsome."

Vincent visibly blushed. He still recalled the day that Harry took his cherry, and how they professed their love towards one another. But Harry was two grade levels above him, and after he graduated, he suddenly lost contact with him. Naturally, he wanted to ask him about it, and why he dyed his hair green, but he was a bit speechless from admiring his friend's muscular body, his sleeveless shirt and work pants nearby with... a tool belt? Before he could ask what he was doing for a living, Harry stood up from his sitting position on the side of the bed. He seemed unsteady at first, but he was standing on his own without help. Vincent heard a gasp behind himself and he quickly whirled around to see a nurse who watched this happen.

"Oh my god...! Another miracle?!"

Vincent's eyes were rolled his eyes with them closed at the statement before he turned around and asked with sincerity, "What do you mean?"

She seemed to ignore him for a moment to ask, "Please! Tell me what happened! Did you see anyone prior to this visitor's entry, or did something happen?"

"Um... Well, just before he came in here, this old guy was in here. He didn't say anything at first, but after touching my legs, he said I would be fine in no time, then left, closing the door to the room."

"Wait, and old guy? Did he have a cane?" Vincent asked as he turned to face him.

"Actually, yes," Harry replied.

Vincent looked back at the nurse and said, "I don't know if it's the same one, but there was an old man who got on the elevator as I got off it."

The nurse, without another word, rushed out to go look for this person. If there was one thing Vincent was grateful for, the attention wasn't on him. Except for one pair of eyes on him, which he turned to face Harry with a smile.

"At least you're fine. I was so worried with I had to lift that car up to help get you out."

"Th-that was you?!" Harry asked him surprised. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I know that you look better than you did when I last saw you years ago, you don't look like you're that strong."

Vincent knew this was very true. Before he was bitten by Gnarl, he was slightly overweight, and didn't have much physical strength. Now he was lean with very little fat, and quite a bit of muscle, but by appearance, he looked as if he did regular workouts rather than body building.

"Well... it wasn't easy. It was probably adrenaline."

"Maybe you're right," Harry said thoughtfully. "So, you got a phone number? I'm making sure I don't lose you again."

"Huh? Oh, sure. It's a home phone though." After exchanging phone numbers, Vincent barely moved back in time before Harry could kiss him and said, "I should get going though. I was so concerned about you that I didn't get much rest before work tonight."

"Oh... uh... Sure," Harry said, slightly disappointed, but also understanding what he said. "The foreman at the construction site called the hospital already asking how I was doing. Say, what do you do for a living? Trading shares on the stock market?"

"Not at all. I deliver news papers early in the morning on the north-east side of the city."

"The no-?!" Harry gasped as Vincent started to leave. "That's insane!"

"We can talk about our pasts later, Harry. I'll give you a call later."

Vincent ran out the door, closing it behind himself. Using his mind to hold the door shut, he kept it within his sight as he moved towards the elevator. When he entered it, the doors quickly closing behind himself as he took the elevator down to the first floor, Harry nearly pulled the door off its hinges as he finally got the door open, not knowing that psychic force was holding it shut as he looked around and saw Vincent was gone.

Later that night, Vincent got home and he started to put the groceries away that he left out that did not need to stay cold. As he did this, he turned on the answering machine to check his missed messages, in which Harry had already called his home phone, and asked in the message he left why he was calling himself Gabriel now instead of Vincent. His mind was racing as he wondered what would have happened if he accidentally bit Harry in that kiss that he dodged. He couldn't even think about what would happen if his friend had been forced to transform in the hospital of all places. It only reinforced the idea that he should never bite someone, but at the same time, he cringed at the thought of what would happen if he were to have sex with someone and cum inside them.

About this time, Vincent saw something out of the corner of his eye something that looked like a ghostly apparition. He had grown used to his brother Brant appearing in his mind to speak to him, but it was rare for him to astral project his form into the same space as him. It was one of the few times that he could actually touch his brother while he wasn't actually in the same place as him, but he had the feeling that there was something going on.

"So how was your visit with Harry, 'Gabriel?'"

Without stopping, he responded, "It was good. I haven't seen him in years."

"He was your first, right?"

"Is there a point to asking me something you already have been told about?"

"Not to be mean, but you shouldn't have helped the paramedics out by getting him out from under that car before they arrived."

Realizing that Brant's unique ability to see the future meant he has altered events, Vincent stopped putting away groceries to turn to face him before asking, "Why? What was so wrong with that?"

"Don't get me wrong, you did what you thought was right, but now, you need to get going."

"Huh?"

"There's no time to explain why-"

"No, really, please explain," Vincent replied as he crossed his arms, not budging.

"Don't blame me then if he's killed."

The color in Vincent's face drained away as his eyes grew wide before nearly shouting, "What?! What do you mean?!"

"That person who healed him was something good, but at the same time, 'caused him to get into the situation he's about to be in. If you don't' save him, he will be-"

"Ok, ok! Just tell me where he is!"

"Far east side of the city at Vandel and 23rd."

Vincent ran out the door, thankful that the door was equipped to lock itself when it closed, requiring a key to be used to enter the place once he was outside his apartment. Running at full speed since the buses don't run at night, he started to make his way to the intersection he was told to go to. He only hoped it wasn't too late.

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Harry couldn't believe he ran into his old flame. But the only thought that was on his mind was why he wouldn't kiss him. And why did he change his name? However, it was late, and he needed to get home and rest up some more before calling his boss to say if he could make it to work or not.

But he felt that something was wrong. Looking around, the streets were empty like they usually are at night, but the hair on the back of his neck stood up. His martial arts training told him that something was about to happen. As he reached the intersection of Vandel and 23rd, he found a small group gathered at a corner, and it looked like they were kicking someone on the ground. A gun laying on the was nearby, but there was no blood. More than likely, he thought to himself, these shits jumped this guy who tried to defend himself. From what he could see, this blond haired man had an eye patch over his left eye, and had leg brace on his right foot. He couldn't stand someone being picked on like this and started to approach the group.

"You fucks like picking on someone you can't take on?"

The three guys kicking the guy on the ground turned to look at him. Now Harry wished he had left things alone because their appearance said they weren't human. Furless muzzles protruded from their faces, but they had sharp fangs that were longer than they should've been, suggesting that there was something else about them that made them different than regular wolf pack members. Still, he crossed that threshold, and now he had no choice.

Harry extended his right hand and put his right foot forward as he took a fighting stance. He took his classes out of self defense in case he had to defend himself from attacks at night, but he never had to use what he learned in a real fight. The three rushed at him, but despite his large frame, Harry's movements flowed as if water, evading various punches and kicks and the all important biting that came from various directions as they attacked him from multiple directions at once. He swung his fist, catching one under the chin, sending the beast flying up off the ground a second before it landed on its back as he kicked the other square in the chest, knocking him down with ease. The third, seeing that its allies were down and not getting back up right away, quickly scampered away to avoid any further confrontation.

Harry brushed the dirt off his pants before going over to check on the unconscious man. He was breathing, but his cuts were draining away precious amounts of blood. Knowing he couldn't just leave him out there to die, Harry reached over and picked up the man's gun, putting it in his pants before lifting the man off the ground to carry him to safety. He didn't make it far as something large and moving very fast suddenly swooped in and smashed into him, sending him and the man flying into an alley.

Sprawling out after the forceful blow to his side, Harry stood up and looked up at that which hit him. His jaw dropped when he saw what he could've sworn was a werewolf, but it had bat-like wings, long sharp fangs protruding from its closed muzzle, and blood soaked into its furry chest, face, and clawed hands. Whatever this monster was, it was about to die. Pulling the gun from his pants, Harry knelt in place and fired a shot, cleanly hitting it in the chest, but it was still standing and not in any sort of pain. Surprised, Harry fired off the last 3 rounds left in the pistol, but nothing seemed to phase this thing as it approached him.

Anger taking place instead of fear, Harry got to his feet and he rushed the monster, jumping and kicking the creature that effortlessly blocked his kick. Trying various moves - a spin kick, a few punches to its face and chest, even a couple of chops - Harry began to despair when nothing seemed to work. What's more, the beast was grinning at him.

"Are you finished? Mind if I have a turn?"

Before Harry could react, the monster punched him in the stomach. Blood spewed out of the human's mouth from the force of the blow before a back handed fist smacked him on the side of his face, sending him to the ground. Coughing up a couple more gouts of blood, Harry tried to crawl away from it.

"Done so soon?" the creature asked as it approached. "Don't feel so bad. Your blood smells so divine... It'll probably taste just as good as it smells, especially once I take a quick nibble of your neck... Heh, heh, heh..."

Harry suddenly spun onto his back and kicked straight up, kicking the creature in his junk. This looked like it was the only blow that actually seemed to phase the creature, but it didn't last long as it reached down and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him up in front if it.

"I was going to have a snack, and make you into a fine minion... but instead, you'll make a fine corpse!"

Using it's free hand, it slashed Harry's chest, cutting into him deeply as he squeezed his throat tightly. Before it could do anything else to him, it's ears perked up, sensing someone's rapid approach. Turning, he saw an angry looking red haired man at the entrance to the alley, staring it down. If only it was paying attention, it would've seen the human's eyes were also red, but with burning rage.

"Let him go!"

"What, my plaything? Surely you jest."

"I said let him go!"

The monster laughed as it taunted, "Who's going to make me? You?"

It never stopped squeezing Harry's neck, eventually causing him to pass out from the lack of air. Vincent, now completely enraged, only thought about revenge at this point for what was done to Harry. Looking at the werepyre intently, he saw that it generated almost no heat at all, nor was its heart pumping, telling him immediately that it was undead. His thoughts turned to burning this creature alive if he had something to burn it with. Suddenly, the werepyre burst into flames, surprising it as it dropped Harry as it spun around in agony. It's sonic frequencies allowed it to detect water from the subtle vibrations from a nearby pipe as it rushed over and ripped it, allowing water to gush out and extinguish the flames.

However, just as it turned to face the human, a strong fur covered and clawed hand gripped its neck. Spinning around violently, the werepyre was slammed into a wall as a flurry of punches smashed into its face. Finally, it was flung onto the ground away from the two humans that laying unconscious on the ground. Looking up, it saw a red werepyre similar to itself standing over it, it's eyes red with rage. However, it could see that it was unlike itself as its heart was pumping, and was very much alive. Instantly, it recognized him as he lifted it off the ground.

"Y-you... you're... the test subject...!"

"Fuck you, asshole! I'm not some fucking guinea pig!"

"Heh, heh... Th-the master now knows... you're like us-"

"I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU, MONSTER!"

With that, Vincent unleashed his rage through his final punch aimed at its head. His psychic force flowing through his arm, his fist smashed through the undead werepyre's head and sent it spiraling across the ground, very little blood present at all as it rolled along the ground. At that exact same moment, a very small bat that had been watching the whole time a distance away suddenly took to the air and flew away from the violent scene.

Vincent threw the corpse atop the head of the beast on the ground as his mind set it ablaze once again through pyrokinesis. He then rushed over to his friend, his clothing barely hanging onto his fur covered body slightly soaked from the nearby water pipe that has been ripped open and spraying water everywhere. Looking him over, he saw that he was barely alive. Even if an ambulance got out there now, there would be no chance to save Harry, or the other guy who was out cold and laying face down on the ground near his friend.

"Damn it, why didn't I just leave when Brant first told me to go?!" he thought to himself.

"And now you don't have a choice," he heard in his head._ "There's only one way to save them."_

"NO! I-I can't just-"

"If you don't, they'll die for sure."

"I-I-I can't...! I can't just-!"

Suddenly it hit him. His adrenaline subsided, his rage sated, his body started to catch up with him. Before he knew it, his cock was rock hard and spurting pre uncontrollably. Gasping for breath as his body was shaken by the incoming orgasm that was suddenly getting to him, Vincent knew what his brother was saying was true. He had no choice if he wanted to save them. All other thoughts at that point faded from his mind as he reached over and began to shred their pants, readying them for his entry as he felt a bite would not be good enough. Besides... he felt that if he had to turn anyone into what he was, he wouldn't put them through the shame of being half-way changed. He only prayed that they could assume human form like he could to try and live normal lives after what he was about to do as he griped his drippy ebony shaft...

* * * * * * * * * *

Nostrium crushed the wine glass of blood he was drinking in his oversized clawed hand. Parkanis was gone, killed by the test subject of all things. Fortunately, "Dr. Parker" never reported back in to Genetech after the accident that made him into what he was now, so his death wouldn't be missed by anyone since he was already thought to be dead. However, his plans were already in motion. Several blood banks were now under his control in the south end. He felt, however, he would need a new assistant to help him put culture his blood and contaminate the blood supply and cause everyone in the city who needs a blood transfusion (or even those that volunteered to give blood by injecting them while they gave blood) to change everyone into undead werepyres. It would only be a matter of time now.

Gnarl, meanwhile, scowled that Vincent appeared at the time that he did, and killed one of his master's important servants. He had already turned his former pack to serve his master, and now, he gave them a new mission. They were to find out about the two that survived the encounter, and were changed to be like Vincent was. He would not rest until they were found and crushed under his claws.

* * * * * * * * * *

Harry woke up, feeling like he had slept for a long time. His body felt strangely warm and heavier than usual. However, what bothered him was the bright light of the room he was in. He raised his hand to cover his eyes, but as he did so, his eyes went wide with horror. His hands were bigger than he remembered, but his eyes were drawn to the claws extending from his fingers covered in green colored fur. Sitting upright rather quickly, his head started to ache, stunning him from the shock of suddenly waking up after being out cold for so long. As he held his head, he got the chance to see a nearby mirror. Then he gasped for breath and let out a shout out of sheer fear and exasperation.

"Yup. He's awake," the blond furred werepyre said to the red one outside the room.

Vincent sighed and said, "He's going to hate me for saving him like this..."

"He should be grateful for it, even though the method you described to me is fucking sick..." He touched his left eye that still had a scar over it. "I'm grateful that I'm still alive, though I wished that it restored my other eye. The size increase to my package is nice though."

Vincent just held his head low. He had the chance to chat with Dylan, the blond furred werepyre near him in the hidden basement they were hiding in. He lifted his red furred muzzle to look over at the nearby human scientist that ushered them down to the hidden room. He was quickly packing his things to vacate the place once he was finished.

"Can't stay here... can't stay here... Prince is relentless... He'll find me for sure here once his eyes turn to this side of the city...!"

"Who the fuck is this Prince you're talking about?" Vincent growled at him.

"Just the overlord of this whole island nation we are on!" he retorted. "He controls EVERYTHING with his ruthlessness through Genetech."

"Oh, come on," Dylan barked, "That's just crazy talk. Nobody controls this city but the people."

"That's EXACTLY what he wants everyone to think! But I know... I know the truth!"

Dylan was about to say something when Vincent held up a hand and shook his head. This guy was obviously brilliant, but not completely there. Whomever this nut was, he'd keep a watchful eye on him to make sure he doesn't try to fuck up the city. The red werepyre then silently turned to look at the door to the room Harry was in, then lowered his head back down between his legs, his back facing said door.

"Harry, if you're done checking yourself out and trying to listen in on us, get your fuzzy green tail out here."

"H-how?! How the fuck do you know who I am?!" he shouted as he opened the door.

"Because you know exactly who I am,

Vincent said as he stood up to face him, his body reverting back to being a human. Harry's eyes grew wide with shock once again. He couldn't believe that the red furred creature was his first love.

"Wh... what... What the FUCK is the meaning of this?!"

"Keep it down, you lout!" the scientist shouted at him. "Prince will hear that shouting...!"

"What the fuck is this, Vincent?! Or is it Gabriel now that you're a monster?!"

Vincent sighed and lowered his head defeated before he could even begin but took a deep breath before saying, "Allow me to start from the beginning. Can I do that?" After the new green werepyre huffed and crossed his large arms against his huge chest, leaning against the door frame, he continued, "Back when my brother turned 18, I took him out to party. However, on the way home, because I was an idiot and drank underage, I wreaked the car. A wolf pack passing by pulled me free, and in exchange for not biting my brother, they bit me instead and forced me to join them. A few months ago, Gnarl, the leader of that pack, changed me further before handing me over to Genetech as a lab rat where I was experimented on for days. This was the end result for me: a werewolf with vampire bat DNA and the power to affect the physical world with my mind. That was why I didn't want to kiss you back at that hospital because I was afraid my teeth might accidentally nip you, knowing how you like tongue. And if I didn't change you and Dylan here, you'd both be dead out in that alley, or turned into one of those undead monsters that attacked you. At least you two should be able to change your forms back to being human again before you leave this place. You can go back to living a normal life, but me? I have to make sure Genetech doesn't find me again. I can understand if you two want to go your separate ways after this too, especially you, Harry." Vincent turned around and sat back down as he added his final statement, "You left me once already and never tried to let me know where you were and if you were alright."

Harry couldn't respond. Everything that was said made sense to him. He didn't feel like his old friend lied to him; every word he said had to have been the truth. The last part stung like salt in a wound as well. He realized he never did try to contact Vincent at all as he tried to move on with his life after he came out to his parents and was disowned as a result. He finally moved towards Vincent and bent down, wrapping his arms around him in a hug.

"I'm sorry, Vincent. I... I'm sorry I wasn't around... and for what I just said to you as well."

"Ok, this is great, marvelous, wonderful," Dylan said as he turned his head at the sight, "Can you two at least wait until you're in a room alone together before being overly friendly?"

Vincent looked over at him, then grinned as he replied, "You know, for a straight guy, you're getting a hard on just by seeing two gay guys together, one of which is being hugged. You sure you're not suppressing any feelings?"

Dylan, surprised by what was said, looked down to see his shaft hard as a rock just as Vincent said as he covered himself, blushing brightly through is blond fur and shouted, "Fucking queer! Shut up! I have a wife and son, you know!"

"Didn't you say you were getting divorced?"

"S-so?! That doesn't mean anything!"

"Suuuure it doesn't," Vincent said with a chuckle, "But we'll play nice, just for you. Besides, if my brother's psychic predictions are correct - which he'll tell me he's never wrong - I'm going to need help at some point. May as well be now."

"Help doing what?" Dylan and Harry both asked at the same time.

"First, I intend to stop the man who did this to me from causing more pain and suffering to others. Second, get myself off of Genetech's radar completely. Finally... if I can't have a normal life, I can at least use what I've gained to protect others from the dangers of this city that stalks the night so they can do what they need to do at any time of day without fear."

"That... sounds like super hero talk, hun," Harry replied.

"Well... I guess Trinity needs one... or three."

"You mean you want us to join you," Dylan replied.

"I may have abilities, but I'm not strong, nor am I the smartest. A team working together would be better than me taking on everything by myself."

"Makes sense to me," Harry replied as he added, "Construction work is a great way to make a living and keep fit, but I'm often bored out of my mind when I get home with nothing to do. Just so long as I can go back to being a normal person when I leave here, I can lend a hand."

"I could help you out too, I guess..." Dylan said, though without any kind of enthusiasm. "You did save my life after all, though I didn't like the method you used. But there's something that I need to do first. I know my wife's going to leave me anyways in a couple days, marriage counseling or not, and leaving Trinity. I should make sure that she and my son leave without get out of the city safely."

Vincent stood up and walked over to the blond furred werepyre, which was bigger than his human form, and placed his left hand on his shoulder and took his right hand in his before saying, "We'll make sure of that. Count on it."

Harry moved over to the two of them as well and placed his right hand on theirs, putting his left hand on Vincent's shoulder as well. Dylan felt the small bond forming between them and smiled for the first time since they met as placed his left hand on Harry's shoulder. They were so different from each other, but together, perhaps they could make Trinity a safer place.

Dylan chuckled and said, "Super heroes... us? Eh... How hard can it be?"

"Hopefully not as hard as you are!" Harry barked and let out a laugh.

"... Oh great... Yeah... I have wonderful friends! This is going to go so well, I can tell already..." He sighed and added, "Fuck me..."

Vincent and Harry's eyes lit up, the two looked at each other, and busted out laughing. The human scientist nearby finished hacking files from Genetech on his laptop, and copied everything over to a flash drive before wiping the hard drive clean before setting a large magnet on top of it make sure that any files on it were not recoverable. He then tossed the three of them some spare clothing after all three were in human form before preparing to torch the place, leaving no evidence behind to link him or the others that they were ever there. Vincent eyed this man as they left, wondering who he was since he never got him to tell him his name, but as long as he wasn't hostile, and fulfilled his promise to get him that intel on Gentech's employees to find out who did this to him, he didn't care what he did.

As the flames burnt down the small house on the east side of town, the morning sun shone down on Trinity as a new day began...

To be continued...