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Right foot, left foot, inhale. Right foot, left foot, exhale. Repeat.

That's all you were doing at the moment. Running and breathing. Nothing made sense ever since you learned your best friend's secret.

The one who was always there for you. The one who didn't care that you weren't stick thin, or that you weren't into wearing super tight and revealing clothes like all the other girls in school.

He didn't care that you liked anime or that you were into drawing. He encouraged you to do those things since that was who you are.

"That's what I love about you, (Name)." Those were his words when you would question him about why he was your friend. Why the star of the football team would hang out with some random girl who wasn't like any other. That's also why he says he loves you.

"Because you're one of a kind (Name). I couldn't find another like you even if I sailed the seven seas."

But if he was always there for you, where is he now? When you're being chased though the forest by evil men who want to take everything from you, where is he?

You gasp as you trip over a branch, sending you flying onto the dirty ground.

You're immediate instinct is to get back up and run but once the sole of a combat boot is pressed against your head, all you can do is lay there and pant, praying for Alfred to come save you like the hero he is.

A chuckle meets your ears, "Sorry girlie, your boyfriend won't be able to save you. He's a little preoccupied at the moment, but hey, at least he won't see your brains scatter all over the forest floor now, huh?"

You close your eyes and whimper as your assaulter presses the rifle tight against your head.

"Say 'bye-bye' birdie."

You hear the lever be pulled, resulting in a loud bang ringing throughout the entire forest as everything fades to black.

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"Ah!" You let out a shrill scream as your body launches itself up into a sitting position. You let out a shaky breath as you look at your surroundings, seeing that you're still alive and in your room.

You look down at your trembling hands and sigh. This was the third night in a row that you've been having that dream.

Why? Was it trying to tell you something? Maybe you should confront Alfred about it, he might have some answers.

You glance over at your bedside clock, taking notice that it was only 5:30. Exactly an hour earlier then when you wanted to wake up.

A frown etches itself onto your lips. There's no way you'll be able to go to sleep after a dream like that.

You sigh and roll out of bed, shivering when your bare feet make contact with the cold floor. You shuffle over to your dresser and grab a pair of fuzzy (F/C) socks that your grandmother had gotten you for your birthday.

Putting them on, you wonder what you should do to kill an hour- thirty minutes in the least. You smile when you remember something Alfred had made you for your friendship anniversary this year.

You go over to your desk and open a drawer, pulling out a scrapbook.

Walking back over to your bed you flip on your bedside lamp, plopping your behind down on your bed.

Opening the book, (E/C) eyes meet a photograph of Alfred, about 6 years old in a hero costume, you, 5 years old in a princess costume, and Arthur, Alfred's 7 year old brother in a dragon costume. Alfred was standing on top of Arthur's back, proclaiming he had 'Slain the evil dragon and rescued the pretty princess!' while you were laughing beside him.

Next was your 6th birthday party. It showed you and Alfred covered in blue icing and marble cake with huge grins on your faces. Alfred had one arm around your shoulder while the other was slightly outstretched, his hand giving off a piece sign.

A small laugh escapes your lips at the memory. Alfred had originally pushed Arthur into the blue 3-teir cake, upsetting your parents but soon after they had gotten over it since it had made you smile and laugh.

You flip the pages to the final one, making your smile turn into a full blown grin. The left page held a photo very similar to the first one, except Alfred was now in a Captain America costume, Arthur in some black robes apparently in some kind of cult, and you in a much darker, almost gothic, princess costume. The poses were exactly the same however.

On the right it held you're a prom photo. You were in a (F/C) mermaid dress with your hair up, covered by a tiara. Alfred was in a black tuxedo, his undershirt and (F/F) the same color as your dress. He was holding your waist as your foreheads were connected. You were in your mother's gazebo that had white roses growing up the sides, making your bodies look enchanted.

You close the book and place it on your bedside table. You lay back down on your bed, supporting your head with your arms. You stare up at the ceiling, pondering upon your feelings for the All-American boy.

It's normal to like your best friend after being together for so many years, right? Right.

I mean, knowing someone for over ten years, it's only natural to have gain feelings for someone over the years, right? Of course!

But when it's to the point of love you shouldn't keep the emotions bottled up anymore. Maybe you should tell Alfred how you feel...

Wait, wait, wait, back up. Did you just say love?! There's no way you could love Alfred right?! He's just not your type!

He has beautiful baby blue eyes that rival with the sky, dusty blond hair with that adorable cowlick. His weirdly cute obsession with video games and comic books; especially Captain America comic books. How he could eat 3 dozen burgers and still have the body of an athlete. How he- okay, you love him.

"Thanks for proving that brain." You mumble to yourself as you sit up against your headboard.

"But how am I supposed to tell Alfred how I feel about him…?" You consider many different ways of telling him but none of them seem good enough. What if he doesn't even like you?

"No, let's not go down that road. Maybe I can just ignore my feelings for him. It can't be that hard right?"

Oh how wrong you were (Name). How very wrong…

_____

It was afterschool and you were currently trying to avoid being spotted by Alfred. You had been able to accomplish that during school hours since you had been able to easily catch sight of him but now it appears you can't find him… Where did he go?

"Hey, dudette!" Cue getting glomped by the childish man who unknowingly harbors your feelings.

"A-Alfred! Can't… breathe!" He immediately lets go of you, letting the air refill your lungs.

"Sorry (Name)! But anyway, why haven't I seen you today dudette? When I was finally able to get to a class it started so I couldn't talk to you. Did I do something wrong?" Oh god, the puppy eyes he was giving you right now…

"Of course not, Al! I just haven't been feeling to well and didn't want you to catch it!" Nice save (Name).

"Ahahaha! You know the hero doesn't get sick (Name) so there's no need for that!" He grabs your hand and begins dragging you to his car, "Let's go to my house! I gotta tell you something, plus Artie won't be there."

You can vaguely here Arthur yelling, 'Don't call me that, you git!' Or something along those lines but, you were pretty sure that was just your imagination.

About twenty minutes later, you and Alfred arrived at his house with only a few step backs. Okay, more like one. McDonalds…

"Dudette, I would've gotten you something you know. I don't want you to feel outta place." He pouts slightly looking down at his hamburger wrappings.

"Ah… yeah, I know Alfred. But you should know McDonalds isn't my thing." You added emphasis on the 'you' since you weren't one to eat greasy fast food burgers anyway. Only one place can satisfy your burger needs without making you gag.

You were somewhat tempted to tell him, 'Besides, I don't plan on dying of a heart attack at the age of 35.' but left it out. Enough doses of his puppy eyes probably isn't healthy.

You and Alfred were soon in his house, you reading a comic book, obviously Captain America, and him… well, he's in the kitchen getting you and him something to eat. Hopefully something good since he and his brother don't have the best taste in food. No offence to either of them.

Something blond flashes by catches your eye, making you turn and look out the window. You could've sworn that you saw baby blue eyes staring at you from within the forest.

Yeah, Alfred and Arthur live right next to a forest. The first night you ever slept in their house it took both Arthur's tea and Alfred's comforting body warmth to make you fall asleep.

The eyes were interrupted by a knock on the door. Since Alfred was busy, you decided to be a nice house guest and get the door.

You looked through the peephole and saw Matthew, Alfred's younger brother. You furrow your eyebrows since you knew he had a key to the house but shrug it off and open the door.

"Oh hey… is Alfred home?" The shy Canadian questioned. It's rather out of character for him since he would 1) Always acknowledge you and ask you how you were, 2) He'd either tell you, Alfred, or Arthur that he was coming over, and 3) He knows Alfred's weird schedule. So he'd know that Alfred would be home right now.

Being rather suspicious of him, you decided to lie. "Sorry Mattie, Arthur took him to go get some things for tonight. They should be back in an hour or so."

You begin to close the door but he wedges his foot between the door and wall, stopping your attempt.

"In that case, allow me to come inside and wait for them with you." He pushes the door open with strength you weren't aware he had, and steps inside the house.

Closing the door, you follow Matthew into the living room, taking a peek into the kitchen to see if Alfred was there but he wasn't. You didn't hear him walk up the stairs so he couldn't be in his room either.

Panic runs through your system at the thought of being alone with this… imposter. He, very obviously, was not the adorably shy Matthew you knew.

"So where did you say they went?" 'Matthew' asked you as he set himself on the leather loveseat.

You, still being cautious of him, sat across from him on the three-person couch, "Oh, you know, probably just to the party and video game shop. And for Arthur probably that tea café around the corner since Alfred gets very competitive when we play video games."

He nods and looks around the room, as if he was observing every little detail. You quickly formed plan to get away from the imposter.

"Hey Matthew," his eyes go back to you, signaling that you've caught his attention, "I'm going to go upstairs and text them, okay?"

He nods and you get up, walking casually so you don't catch his attention and rushing once you're out of his eyesight.

You race into Alfred's room, grabbing you phone to quickly text Arthur since Alfred's still a no-show.

'To: Arthur (Artie)
Sent: 3:27pm
Arthur! There's someone who's looking for Alfred in the house! He's acting like Mattie but is very uncharacteristic! Do you know where the hell Alfred is? Wherever he is make sure he does not come home!'

You close your phone and silently walk back downstairs, peeping around the corner to see 'Mattie' talking on the phone, his voice much deeper with a slight French accent.

"No the boy is not here! It's just his little girlfriend! Well what do you want me to do, abduct the girl?" The blush from being called Alfred's girlfriend vanishes when he says 'abduct the girl'.

He continues talking, "Well, what if she puts up a fight or if he's turned her. Can't they do that to their imprint?"

'Imprint? What the hell is he talking about?' You lean closer to him since his back was turned.

"Won't killing her make him angry? Ah, so he'll change if she dies. Got it." You back away in horror and quickly jump through an open window, running into the forest. You could hear someone opening the back door once you're hidden by the trees.

'What is he talking about change? Imprint? If I'm one of them? Imprints are only associated with animals once they find their mate, right? What is he- Oh no.'

You almost run into a tree once you put all the pieces together.

"A-Al, he-he's a werewolf. He can't be! He would've told me… Maybe that's what he wanted to tell me today." You continue running, jumping over roots sticking up from the ground and dodging the trunks of the trees.

'But where is he now? Where is my hero when I need him the most?' You couldn't answer your unspoken question, no matter how many times you had thought about it.

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He sighs as he walks through the open door leading into the kitchen, "Man, nothing was out there. I mean there was that cute little bunny but I couldn't eat it! It was to fluffy and those eyes!"

He mumbles more as he walks up the stairs, stopping when he spots a note on the coffee table in the living room. He frowns, thinking it was from you saying something along the lines that you left since you were hungry or bored.

When he grabs it, he notices it's on black paper, in red ink, and is definitely not your hand writing.

'Hey Alfie-boy, remember me? Yeah, I'm the guy who killed your parents and is after your brothers- more specifically- you. You're obviously the stronger one so why wouldn't I be? Anyway, you're not here at the moment but your cute little imprint is~ Shame what I have to do to her. I can't even have a little fun with her before I put her down. But hey, at least she won't know what you truly are- or better yet- have to be changed into one! Living forever must be hard, right? Well, guess she'll never know.
-Blade'

Alfred growls as he crumples the paper in his fist. His older brother running into the room stops him from completely destroying the house.

"Al it's-" The Brit was interrupted by his sibling.

"Blade? Yeah, I know. He's going to get (Name) if we don't do anything. He's chasing her in the forest right now."

Arthur nods and rushes into his room, grabbing his spell book and cloak. Wrapping his cloak around him, he meets Alfred outside who's already transformed into a gigantic wolf.

Sitting down, from his bottom to the top of his pointed ears, he's over 4 feet tall. Having sandy blond fur cover his body only brings out his baby blue eyes ever more.

"Let's go." Alfred motions his brother to get on his back, that way they'd be able to get to you quicker.

Alfred sniffs the air, catching onto your scent and bounds off into that direction, becoming a blur to the rest of the world.

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You gasp as you trip over that horrifyingly familiar tree root that protrudes from the ground, practically laughing at your misfortune.

Tears well up in your eyes, knowing this was your end. A tremble of fear scatters up your spine when the combat boot presses against your back.

"Well girlie, sorry it's got to end this way. Honestly, I am. I don't like killing innocent women who don't even know the truth but, you just can't live. That's how it has to be."

Sweat drips from your temple as the rifle's barrel meets your head.

"Goodbye Alfred. I've always loved you." The tears fall from your eyes as you hear the trigger begin to get pulled.

"I'm sorry…" Your whisper fades with your vision, not wanting to see your end for the fourth time.

A shout comes off to your right, startling both you and your attacker. He gets hit by a ball of energy, sending him flying into a tree.

You open your eyes and see Arthur on… a wolf? No, Alfred.

A smile breaks across your face as you look at them. Arthur dismounts from Alfred and walks over to the man who no longer resembled Matthew.

You prop yourself up on to your hands as Alfred- still in his wolf form- strides over to you. He sits in front of you and whimpers.

You sit back on your knees and finally see Alfred in his wolf form. You take in his new appearance as he whimpers some more, obviously feeling bad for what happened.

A grin emerges from your lips as you lean forward, hugging your best friend. You absentmindedly begin to stroke his fur as you bury your face into his neck.

"Alfred, why didn't you tell me earlier?" You pull back to see his guilty eyes.

"I didn't want you to get hurt, but obviously that happened either way." You don't see his mouth moving but you still hear his voice.

"Al, I want to tell you something that I've been hiding for a while now."

He nods, "So do I (Name)."

Another grin bubbles from your lips, "Then let's say it on the count of three."

"One"

"Two."

"Three."

"I love you." The tones from the spoken words melt together like rich creamy chocolate on a warm day.

Alfred transforms back into his human body, completely nude. You blush slightly but continue staring into his eyes.

He leans forward so your foreheads connect, "I always have (Name), and I always will."

He closes the gap between your lips, causing butterflies to erupt from your stomach and tingles to transpire from within your body.

In the end, no matter what happens, Alfred will always be there for you, as your hero.

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Right foot, left foot, inhale. Right foot, left foot, exhale. Repeat.

That's all you were doing at the moment. Running and breathing. Nothing made sense ever since you learned your best friend's secret.

The one who was always there for you. The one who didn't care that you weren't stick thin, or that you weren't into wearing super tight and revealing clothes like all the other girls in school.

He didn't care that you liked anime or that you were into drawing. He encouraged you to do those things since that was who you are.

"That's what I love about you, (Name)." Those were his words when you would question him about why he was your friend. Why the star of the football team would hang out with some random girl who wasn't like any other. That's also why he says he loves you.

"Because you're one of a kind (Name). I couldn't find another like you even if I sailed the seven seas."

But if he was always there for you, where is he now? When you're being chased though the forest by evil men who want to take everything from you, where is he?

You gasp as you trip over a branch, sending you flying onto the dirty ground.

You're immediate instinct is to get back up and run but once the sole of a combat boot is pressed against your head, all you can do is lay there and pant, praying for Alfred to come save you like the hero he is.

A chuckle meets your ears, "Sorry girlie, your boyfriend won't be able to save you. He's a little preoccupied at the moment, but hey, at least he won't see your brains scatter all over the forest floor now, huh?"

You close your eyes and whimper as your assaulter presses the rifle tight against your head.

"Say 'bye-bye' birdie."

You hear the lever be pulled, resulting in a loud bang ringing throughout the entire forest as everything fades to black.

_____

"Ah!" You let out a shrill scream as your body launches itself up into a sitting position. You let out a shaky breath as you look at your surroundings, seeing that you're still alive and in your room.

You look down at your trembling hands and sigh. This was the third night in a row that you've been having that dream.

Why? Was it trying to tell you something? Maybe you should confront Alfred about it, he might have some answers.

You glance over at your bedside clock, taking notice that it was only 5:30. Exactly an hour earlier then when you wanted to wake up.

A frown etches itself onto your lips. There's no way you'll be able to go to sleep after a dream like that.

You sigh and roll out of bed, shivering when your bare feet make contact with the cold floor. You shuffle over to your dresser and grab a pair of fuzzy (F/C) socks that your grandmother had gotten you for your birthday.

Putting them on, you wonder what you should do to kill an hour- thirty minutes in the least. You smile when you remember something Alfred had made you for your friendship anniversary this year.

You go over to your desk and open a drawer, pulling out a scrapbook.

Walking back over to your bed you flip on your bedside lamp, plopping your behind down on your bed.

Opening the book, (E/C) eyes meet a photograph of Alfred, about 6 years old in a hero costume, you, 5 years old in a princess costume, and Arthur, Alfred's 7 year old brother in a dragon costume. Alfred was standing on top of Arthur's back, proclaiming he had 'Slain the evil dragon and rescued the pretty princess!' while you were laughing beside him.

Next was your 6th birthday party. It showed you and Alfred covered in blue icing and marble cake with huge grins on your faces. Alfred had one arm around your shoulder while the other was slightly outstretched, his hand giving off a piece sign.

A small laugh escapes your lips at the memory. Alfred had originally pushed Arthur into the blue 3-teir cake, upsetting your parents but soon after they had gotten over it since it had made you smile and laugh.

You flip the pages to the final one, making your smile turn into a full blown grin. The left page held a photo very similar to the first one, except Alfred was now in a Captain America costume, Arthur in some black robes apparently in some kind of cult, and you in a much darker, almost gothic, princess costume. The poses were exactly the same however.

On the right it held you're a prom photo. You were in a (F/C) mermaid dress with your hair up, covered by a tiara. Alfred was in a black tuxedo, his undershirt and (F/F) the same color as your dress. He was holding your waist as your foreheads were connected. You were in your mother's gazebo that had white roses growing up the sides, making your bodies look enchanted.

You close the book and place it on your bedside table. You lay back down on your bed, supporting your head with your arms. You stare up at the ceiling, pondering upon your feelings for the All-American boy.

It's normal to like your best friend after being together for so many years, right? Right.

I mean, knowing someone for over ten years, it's only natural to have gain feelings for someone over the years, right? Of course!

But when it's to the point of love you shouldn't keep the emotions bottled up anymore. Maybe you should tell Alfred how you feel...

Wait, wait, wait, back up. Did you just say love?! There's no way you could love Alfred right?! He's just not your type!

He has beautiful baby blue eyes that rival with the sky, dusty blond hair with that adorable cowlick. His weirdly cute obsession with video games and comic books; especially Captain America comic books. How he could eat 3 dozen burgers and still have the body of an athlete. How he- okay, you love him.

"Thanks for proving that brain." You mumble to yourself as you sit up against your headboard.

"But how am I supposed to tell Alfred how I feel about him…?" You consider many different ways of telling him but none of them seem good enough. What if he doesn't even like you?

"No, let's not go down that road. Maybe I can just ignore my feelings for him. It can't be that hard right?"

Oh how wrong you were (Name). How very wrong…

_____

It was afterschool and you were currently trying to avoid being spotted by Alfred. You had been able to accomplish that during school hours since you had been able to easily catch sight of him but now it appears you can't find him… Where did he go?

"Hey, dudette!" Cue getting glomped by the childish man who unknowingly harbors your feelings.

"A-Alfred! Can't… breathe!" He immediately lets go of you, letting the air refill your lungs.

"Sorry (Name)! But anyway, why haven't I seen you today dudette? When I was finally able to get to a class it started so I couldn't talk to you. Did I do something wrong?" Oh god, the puppy eyes he was giving you right now…

"Of course not, Al! I just haven't been feeling to well and didn't want you to catch it!" Nice save (Name).

"Ahahaha! You know the hero doesn't get sick (Name) so there's no need for that!" He grabs your hand and begins dragging you to his car, "Let's go to my house! I gotta tell you something, plus Artie won't be there."

You can vaguely here Arthur yelling, 'Don't call me that, you git!' Or something along those lines but, you were pretty sure that was just your imagination.

About twenty minutes later, you and Alfred arrived at his house with only a few step backs. Okay, more like one. McDonalds…

"Dudette, I would've gotten you something you know. I don't want you to feel outta place." He pouts slightly looking down at his hamburger wrappings.

"Ah… yeah, I know Alfred. But you should know McDonalds isn't my thing." You added emphasis on the 'you' since you weren't one to eat greasy fast food burgers anyway. Only one place can satisfy your burger needs without making you gag.

You were somewhat tempted to tell him, 'Besides, I don't plan on dying of a heart attack at the age of 35.' but left it out. Enough doses of his puppy eyes probably isn't healthy.

You and Alfred were soon in his house, you reading a comic book, obviously Captain America, and him… well, he's in the kitchen getting you and him something to eat. Hopefully something good since he and his brother don't have the best taste in food. No offence to either of them.

Something blond flashes by catches your eye, making you turn and look out the window. You could've sworn that you saw baby blue eyes staring at you from within the forest.

Yeah, Alfred and Arthur live right next to a forest. The first night you ever slept in their house it took both Arthur's tea and Alfred's comforting body warmth to make you fall asleep.

The eyes were interrupted by a knock on the door. Since Alfred was busy, you decided to be a nice house guest and get the door.

You looked through the peephole and saw Matthew, Alfred's younger brother. You furrow your eyebrows since you knew he had a key to the house but shrug it off and open the door.

"Oh hey… is Alfred home?" The shy Canadian questioned. It's rather out of character for him since he would 1) Always acknowledge you and ask you how you were, 2) He'd either tell you, Alfred, or Arthur that he was coming over, and 3) He knows Alfred's weird schedule. So he'd know that Alfred would be home right now.

Being rather suspicious of him, you decided to lie. "Sorry Mattie, Arthur took him to go get some things for tonight. They should be back in an hour or so."

You begin to close the door but he wedges his foot between the door and wall, stopping your attempt.

"In that case, allow me to come inside and wait for them with you." He pushes the door open with strength you weren't aware he had, and steps inside the house.

Closing the door, you follow Matthew into the living room, taking a peek into the kitchen to see if Alfred was there but he wasn't. You didn't hear him walk up the stairs so he couldn't be in his room either.

Panic runs through your system at the thought of being alone with this… imposter. He, very obviously, was not the adorably shy Matthew you knew.

"So where did you say they went?" 'Matthew' asked you as he set himself on the leather loveseat.

You, still being cautious of him, sat across from him on the three-person couch, "Oh, you know, probably just to the party and video game shop. And for Arthur probably that tea café around the corner since Alfred gets very competitive when we play video games."

He nods and looks around the room, as if he was observing every little detail. You quickly formed plan to get away from the imposter.

"Hey Matthew," his eyes go back to you, signaling that you've caught his attention, "I'm going to go upstairs and text them, okay?"

He nods and you get up, walking casually so you don't catch his attention and rushing once you're out of his eyesight.

You race into Alfred's room, grabbing you phone to quickly text Arthur since Alfred's still a no-show.

'To: Arthur (Artie)
Sent: 3:27pm
Arthur! There's someone who's looking for Alfred in the house! He's acting like Mattie but is very uncharacteristic! Do you know where the hell Alfred is? Wherever he is make sure he does not come home!'

You close your phone and silently walk back downstairs, peeping around the corner to see 'Mattie' talking on the phone, his voice much deeper with a slight French accent.

"No the boy is not here! It's just his little girlfriend! Well what do you want me to do, abduct the girl?" The blush from being called Alfred's girlfriend vanishes when he says 'abduct the girl'.

He continues talking, "Well, what if she puts up a fight or if he's turned her. Can't they do that to their imprint?"

'Imprint? What the hell is he talking about?' You lean closer to him since his back was turned.

"Won't killing her make him angry? Ah, so he'll change if she dies. Got it." You back away in horror and quickly jump through an open window, running into the forest. You could hear someone opening the back door once you're hidden by the trees.

'What is he talking about change? Imprint? If I'm one of them? Imprints are only associated with animals once they find their mate, right? What is he- Oh no.'

You almost run into a tree once you put all the pieces together.

"A-Al, he-he's a werewolf. He can't be! He would've told me… Maybe that's what he wanted to tell me today." You continue running, jumping over roots sticking up from the ground and dodging the trunks of the trees.

'But where is he now? Where is my hero when I need him the most?' You couldn't answer your unspoken question, no matter how many times you had thought about it.

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He sighs as he walks through the open door leading into the kitchen, "Man, nothing was out there. I mean there was that cute little bunny but I couldn't eat it! It was to fluffy and those eyes!"

He mumbles more as he walks up the stairs, stopping when he spots a note on the coffee table in the living room. He frowns, thinking it was from you saying something along the lines that you left since you were hungry or bored.

When he grabs it, he notices it's on black paper, in red ink, and is definitely not your hand writing.

'Hey Alfie-boy, remember me? Yeah, I'm the guy who killed your parents and is after your brothers- more specifically- you. You're obviously the stronger one so why wouldn't I be? Anyway, you're not here at the moment but your cute little imprint is~ Shame what I have to do to her. I can't even have a little fun with her before I put her down. But hey, at least she won't know what you truly are- or better yet- have to be changed into one! Living forever must be hard, right? Well, guess she'll never know.
-Blade'

Alfred growls as he crumples the paper in his fist. His older brother running into the room stops him from completely destroying the house.

"Al it's-" The Brit was interrupted by his sibling.

"Blade? Yeah, I know. He's going to get (Name) if we don't do anything. He's chasing her in the forest right now."

Arthur nods and rushes into his room, grabbing his spell book and cloak. Wrapping his cloak around him, he meets Alfred outside who's already transformed into a gigantic wolf.

Sitting down, from his bottom to the top of his pointed ears, he's over 4 feet tall. Having sandy blond fur cover his body only brings out his baby blue eyes ever more.

"Let's go." Alfred motions his brother to get on his back, that way they'd be able to get to you quicker.

Alfred sniffs the air, catching onto your scent and bounds off into that direction, becoming a blur to the rest of the world.

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You gasp as you trip over that horrifyingly familiar tree root that protrudes from the ground, practically laughing at your misfortune.

Tears well up in your eyes, knowing this was your end. A tremble of fear scatters up your spine when the combat boot presses against your back.

"Well girlie, sorry it's got to end this way. Honestly, I am. I don't like killing innocent women who don't even know the truth but, you just can't live. That's how it has to be."

Sweat drips from your temple as the rifle's barrel meets your head.

"Goodbye Alfred. I've always loved you." The tears fall from your eyes as you hear the trigger begin to get pulled.

"I'm sorry…" Your whisper fades with your vision, not wanting to see your end for the fourth time.

A shout comes off to your right, startling both you and your attacker. He gets hit by a ball of energy, sending him flying into a tree.

You open your eyes and see Arthur on… a wolf? No, Alfred.

A smile breaks across your face as you look at them. Arthur dismounts from Alfred and walks over to the man who no longer resembled Matthew.

You prop yourself up on to your hands as Alfred- still in his wolf form- strides over to you. He sits in front of you and whimpers.

You sit back on your knees and finally see Alfred in his wolf form. You take in his new appearance as he whimpers some more, obviously feeling bad for what happened.

A grin emerges from your lips as you lean forward, hugging your best friend. You absentmindedly begin to stroke his fur as you bury your face into his neck.

"Alfred, why didn't you tell me earlier?" You pull back to see his guilty eyes.

"I didn't want you to get hurt, but obviously that happened either way." You don't see his mouth moving but you still hear his voice.

"Al, I want to tell you something that I've been hiding for a while now."

He nods, "So do I (Name)."

Another grin bubbles from your lips, "Then let's say it on the count of three."

"One"

"Two."

"Three."

"I love you." The tones from the spoken words melt together like rich creamy chocolate on a warm day.

Alfred transforms back into his human body, completely nude. You blush slightly but continue staring into his eyes.

He leans forward so your foreheads connect, "I always have (Name), and I always will."

He closes the gap between your lips, causing butterflies to erupt from your stomach and tingles to transpire from within your body.

In the end, no matter what happens, Alfred will always be there for you, as your hero.