Curiosity Killed the Cat || Owen & Albus
"I think you’re forgetting the fact, Owen, that half of us didn’t show up until you started forcefully turning people. I being one of them.” Which made for an ironic fate, but fighting for a cause such as the one Albus fought for always left room for repercussions, and him being forcefully turned was one of them. “You may not be slaughtering people, but putting the curse on people who never asked for it and would rather live their lives without, say, being immortal or having to change once a month, is certainly bad. You may as well be those people who blindly followed Hitler and sat back while he experimented on the people in those camps. It doesn’t make you any better than them.” The comparison might not have been a good one, seeing as it had been a muggle war, but it had effected Britain all the same. “Or like Voldemort and his army of death eaters. The only thing that makes a difference is that your dictator doesn’t discriminate based on religion or blood, you turn whoever will be of use, or whoever gets in the way. But it still makes you bad people and if muggle Hell is real you’ll certainly be there for standing by and letting it happen.”
The more Albus spoke the more pissed he was, but he couldn’t help it. For so long he had been with holding his anger because there was never a time where he could speak freely about it, or as freely as he could then. At that moment he could let it all out, all of the anger and the frustration that the Ministry allied people caused him. They didn’t see it, the man in front of him didn’t see it, but Albus could and he hated the fact that they were all so wilfully ignorant and bigoted.
Albus felt a chill run down his back as a knock came on the door, and listened intently into their conversation for any knowledge he could use to escape. Nothing. “Can humpty dumpty over here choose where the bite is or is this more of a wheel of fortune type of deal?” He asked once the other hit wizard left them alone. Albus thought about what Owen had said about it being an unlikely occurrence that he could knock the other out and escape, and silently agreed, although grudgingly. It hadn’t been a real offer, he knew that the werewolf wouldn’t take it but he was still trying to get more time to find a way out of his situation. Unfortunately for him that meant talking to the person who was trying to change his life forever when he’d rather have punched him in the face. “I mean, a bite to the ankle or something would show, I’d rather not promote the fact that you took my humanity away by force. Might look like I actually wanted this.” Everyone knew it was hindering in the least, being a werewolf, what with the changing and having to take wolfsbane and always being known as a public displeasure. Of course with Alexandra’s reign she had changed that, but it didn’t discount the fact that it was still troubling and a bother to care for. If it really did happen, if Albus was left a lycan, he wasn’t sure if he could handle it. But he’d have to, it was that or die because those who couldn’t control themselves were dispensable.
"You blokes think this is all fine and that the ends justify the means but I swear they don’t… They just don’t." Albus had leaned forwards during his earlier speech and as Owen’s partner spoke through the door, and he then slumped back against the wall to look back at his hands. They were shaking from his frustration. And, a little from his fear. If this happened he’d have to go back on everything he knew, and for at least a few months he couldn’t dare contact any of his family or friends aligned with the Ministry. Where would he go? He was currently living with his parents while he looked for an apartment and he couldn’t and wouldn’t be let out to go back to them. Albus would have to stay away from everyone he knew, except perhaps his best friend who he knew was neutral, until it all blew over. And that was only if he could show them he’d really chosen their side. Which was something he’d have to work extraordinarily hard on to prove, with his outbursts to both Adrianna and now Owen. Albus had dug himself a grave and he’d now have to dig himself out of it one handful at a time.
“Humpty Dumpty can keep his mouth quiet.” Owen replied simply, not raising his voice. He’d been somewhat tolerant (not really) of Albus and his chattering until now, then there’d been a minor outburst but Owen was determined not to let that happen again. This wasn’t the time for idle conversation, not a time to form any sort of relationship with the kid even if it was a negative one. The less he talked, the easier it was going to be for Owen to do what he had to do. Of course, no sorts of feelings had gotten in the way so far asides from anger. He did extremely well in containing any, especially on a day-to-day basis. However, this was a slightly personal experience and earlier thoughts about this all kept trying to creep back into his brain. Which, obviously, was not helping in the slightest and was only hindering his ability to keep calm and not care about this whole thing.
Owen paced one length of the room silently, his eyes locked on his feet and occasionally Albus to ensure he wasn’t taken by surprise. Then again, with the kid’s reputation Owen wouldn’t exactly be surprised by any move he made. Still, he wasn’t taking any chances – especially not now. He was so close, and there was no doubt that he’d get hell if he somehow managed to lose the kid. Now that Albus knew this area of the Ministry, he would be capable of getting back here and attempting to help the other unfortunate souls who happened to cross the Ministry. One more reason this all needed to happen, Owen told himself.
When the boy started talking, Owen listened but he wasn’t bothered about replying. He wasn’t going to reply to something that would start up an angry conversation between the two – stress wasn’t the best thing to put yourself through on the night of the full moon. But he thought about the request to have the bite somewhere inconspicuous and nodded to himself before taking a look at Albus from what he could see, figuring out a place most likely to not be seen. “Fine. Pick a place.” Owen gave in. It wasn’t something that really mattered and he wasn’t going to get in trouble for letting the kid have the bite in a place less noticeable. After all, it wasn’t the biggest ask and the whole thing wasn’t going to be pleasurable for Albus so what was the harm in saying yes? “But, if you try anything I will bite you somewhere people can see.” He needed to assert the fact he had control of this whole situation despite letting Albus have something he wanted.
The creak of the smaller door didn’t bother Owen; he knew what was happening without even looking. Soon enough, by his side was a smaller vampire with a bowl of the solution he asked for along with a rag of sorts and a vial full of wolfsbane potion. He’d never seen the girl before, but she’d known to go through the right door that Albus wouldn’t think about going back through, and she’d managed to get through there with ease so it was safe to assume she did this often. “Thanks...” Owen trailed off, hoping for a reply from the girl including her name.
“It’s my job.” She said coldly.
“Right.” Owen kept his attention on Albus. “You’ve got another choice. You can apply this thing yourself, save her from staying, or she stays and applies it. And if you choose the first one and don’t apply it because you’d rather die, we’re also fine with that option. Saves us from keeping you around. Though, it’d be a shame for you to just disappear and no-one know what happened to you. I’m sure your family would try and find out, and maybe they’d end up in this position too. Wouldn’t that be a pity?”
The vampire sharply placed her elbow in Owen’s side with a pretty big force, indicating for Owen to shut up and get on with things.
“You have approximately five minutes to make a choice before I have to make one for you.” He would have to go in five minutes, to the other room where he’d transition. Before that, though, he needed to drink the potion the vampire handed him. Which he did quickly. “Time’s ticking, kid.”




















