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(Y/n)'s P.O.V:

I stare up at the large brick building that blocks off the sunlight thanks to how tall this place is.

'The Werewolf Hunter facility'

What can come out of this place? I'm already here to drop off my older brother's lunch here cause of course he forgets to bring it with him all the time he's going to work here. Though... this place is known to be real hard with the missions an quests here, so he must be really be in a hell of a hurry to always have to come here without anything to eat. Though, I'm really sick of being forced out of the house only to give my stupid older brother his lunch all the time. 

'Don't worry, I'll be in and out in no time! Like always anyways...' 

I sigh as I place a hand on one of the main doors as I push it open. To be greeted by tons and tons of Werewolf Hunters everywhere. Both Junior Hunters and the officials closing in all the halls in all directions. 

'Forget what the hell I said before brain'

Okay... this is going to be really hard to do. But seriously, what's up with today that's so much more crowded and important than any other day. But then again, everyday in this place is really busy and everyone is off on missions and cases all over the place. Hell even some Werewolf Hunters go all around the world to other Werewolf Hunter facility as transfers or for missions or cases. But, forget everything right now. Just give my stupid older brother (B/n) his lunch then leave the fuck out of here. I really don't like this place, just because of how crowded this place is and how much work it will be just to go to the bathroom in this place. I take one step into the building as I immediately am knocked over and I fall to the floor. (B/n)'s lunch still in my hands. I flip myself over to see above me to see a grey bat cartoon with a dark brown trench coat, deep grey pants tucked into his black boots, his face with three white freckles and his green lens googles sitting on the top of his head. He stares at me darkly with his red eyes straight into my (E/c) ones. Making zero eye contact with me he crouches down to me and lends me his hand. I take it even though he obviously isn't so happy about anything. 

"Damn, next time watch where the fuck your going." He informs me firmly as he rubs his tired looking eyes, man he looks like he hasn't slept for a while, "First thing that happens after my first over seas mission in my hometown Paris is being disturbed by some random helpless civilian." 

"Well I guess I'm soooo sorry about making your day even worse than what it has to be." I sass back to him as he simply sighs and shakes his head 'no' softly. A disgusted face on him as that quickly changes into a more bland face. 

"Yeah yeah whatever the hell, what brings you here anyways?" He asks me with some venom in his voice. 

"I'm just stuck in this trash to just give my older brother (B/n) his lunch that he left at home again." I reply to the bat cartoon as I hold up the brown bag in my hand with the name (B/n) (L/n). The grey bat observes it as he nods. 

"Yeah, I can see he's definitely one of the damn official Hunters. Which is what I should be..." He tells me and huffs to himself in disbelief. I cock my head in one direction as I stare at the bat cartoon. 

"Wait... your still a Junior Werewolf Hunter?" I ask out of curiosity and wonder. The bat cartoon turns to me with a dark aura around him as I can feel his eyes pierce through my body. I gulp nervously as I feel myself start to regret all my life decisions quickly turning into sins. 

"Shut up! I never wanted to be a Junior Werewolf Hunter to begin with! So just leave it be!" 

Damn... can he be anymore harsh?

"Okay okay! I get it! I... won't ask you again. Anyways... any idea where my brother (B/n) can possibly be?" I ask in slightly uneasy way. At this point, why the hell am I continuing to talk to this guy? I might just lose my head in the clouds at this point. Am I even someone with sanity left to just keep talking to this guy? 

"Fine... so, his name is (B/n) am I correct?" 

"Yeah..." 

"Alright then, just follow me and I'll show you the way," He simply replies to me. As he turns back to the flooding Werewolf Hunters in the halls, he slowly starts to mix into the crowds. I squeak as I immediately follow after him as we both squeeze through the many other Werewolf Hunters. I manage to barely follow him as I can barely spot the bat boy out of everyone in the many many crowds, "We're almost there, so expect this to be the first and last time I ever do something nice for you." 

He shifts himself to the side of the hall as I quickly follow after him. My (H/l) (H/c) hair in my face as I swat every strand in my face back into place. The bat cartoon's tail elegantly in the air as it moves gently up and down the air all around us. I feel a small blush taint my cheeks as I now feel shame for falling for this random Junior Werewolf Hunter all out of the blue. Why... am I attracted to someone so mean and cruel like him out of any other boys in the world?! he looks over his shoulder as he looks at me with his red eyes. I hurry after him as we continue this rather slightly dark hall with slightly dim lights among the walls. Following him like a puppy dog I see him stop at the very last door in this hallway and push it open. Inside, I see my older brother (B/n) practicing his aiming with a crossbow in hand. Right before he shoots an arrow at a paper target in the room. He stops to turn to me and spots me with the brown paper bag in my hand. He quickly lowers his crossbow as he stares at me, shortly after he face palms himself to see me again with his forgotten lunch in my hands. 

"(B/n) (B/n) (B/n).... You seriously need to remember to bring the lunches mom makes you, Cause damnit I'm sick of having to come here almost everyday to hand you your lunch all the time!" I exclaim as I puff my cheeks up with air. 

"Sorry! (Y/n)... I-." He stops in mid-sentence as he looks behind me to see the same bat cartoon looking at the both of us yelling at each other as the role of cliche siblings. (B/n) glares at the bat cartoon as he then huffs in annoyance, "Trevor... the hell you want with us?" 

"Me? Absolutely nothing you fucking prick, I just was helping  your damn little sister here give you your stupid lunch. So... have fun you two... Cause like I am ever going to want to your faces ever again around these places." Trevor spits at us coldly as he turns around and walks away. Quickly disappearing in a instant through the halls. I look at the empty halls as I turn back to (B/n). 

"Care to explain?" 

"Okay... sis... long story short, that bat cartoon earlier was Trevor Courageux. He's supposed to be the strongest, hopeful, most stubborn, and the most elite out of all the Junior Werewolf Hunters here combined. Problem being, even though yes he is really strong and someone who doesn't ever fool around with his work. Trevor is also mainly popular with the fact he's extremely rude, uncaring and disrespectful to everyone here with a few exceptions." 

"Oh..." I simply say to (B/n) as I look back in the halls to still see nothing but emptiness. 

'Is this truly who Trevor is? But... there has to be a reason why he's like this all the time...' 

Trevor's P.O.V: 

I continue to make my way back to my dorm room. Which is officially I call it 'home'. This whole Werewolf Hunter facility is my home. I learn everything in here for all my life ever since I was just a young child. So... yeah, no matter to me if everyone here absolutely despises me. I can just camp in my damn dorm room if I really want to. Though... no one can really care of me if that so happens. Like I can do anything good to this place anyways, no one ever lets me do anything. I swish my demon tail with a heart at the end fly freely in the air as I stuff my hands into my pockets. I release a sigh as I continue down the dorm doors as I spot my dorm room. 

'Home sweet home' 

I think to myself as I take out my from one of my pockets my dorm keys and I unlock the door. I push the door open as I see inside darkness, I slap my hand to one side of the door frame as I flip on the light switch on one side. I see inside as the light brightens everything in my dorm room up, my bed, my closet and dresser, and more of my furniture that's who knows how old they are. I shift my trench coat off and I toss it to one side of the room, shortly I also peel off my red T-shirt and toss it on top of where my trench coat is. I walk towards my bed as I allow myself to flop downwards onto the soft mattress. I sigh as I roll to my side and I pull the bed sheets on my bed up to my face. I close my eyes... 

'What's... this feeling that I had with (Y/n)?' 

I question myself as I suddenly feel some heat rise all over my body. Even to my cheeks. I reopen my eyes slightly as I sigh sadly into the fabric of my blankets. I really wish I know more about emotions... hell... how am I even still alive and breathing for this long? I quickly turn my eyes to the door of my dorm, I see no one at the door. No one can possibly be there... I quickly start to sob softly as I plant my face into the soft , rose smelling fabric. Soaking the fabric of my bed a more darker shade of it's color. I finally break into full crying as I curl my hands into fists with some of my blanket in each fist. Why... Why is it me that's still living? I finally stop sobbing for a moment as I finally come to my conclusion in life. 

'It's no use... no one cares about me...'