My adventures with a vampire time traveler

Wrong place, Wrong time Pt.1

Disclaimer: I don't own Foust's father or brother.

I hear Provost giggle. I groan. Suddenly I'm falling. "Fuck, fuck fuck.", I mutter as I try to get my wings out. I fall through the trees and land on my back twisting my ankle in the process. I sigh and sit up. "Hope the wings are ok.", I mutter. I stretch them out and flap them a little. I wince in pain. "Damnit.", I mutter. I sit up and scan my settings: Snow everywhere as well as trees. "I don't like this.", I whisper. "Aww what don't you like?", I hear Provost ask as he appears floating in the air. "Where am I?", I ask. "Mmm Foust's teenage years.", He replies. I stare at him and say, "I don't think I wanna be here." "Aww but why? You get to meet your father-in-law.", He replies. "I don't want to meet my father-in-law.", I say, terrified. "Too bad.", he states smiling, "And before you ask your mother-in-law sadly died." "Great thanks.", I sarcastically say. "You're welcome.", He replies. "So you're going to help me up?", I ask. "Mmm nope.", He replies. "I helped you when you were hurt.", I state. "Yeah and?", He asks. "You're such an asshole, you're lucky I didn't say anything when we were on the ship.", I reply. He laughs, "Oh sweetheart you couldn't say anything anyway, I would've just made you refrain from saying it." "I hate you.", I angrily mumble. "Aww I love you too.", He replies. I pick up the pocket watch to try to determine what year I'm in but it only shows question marks. "Weird, it can't determine what year I'm in.", I mutter. I stare at it and see it changing back to the original clock face. "This is bad.", I mutter. I get up using a tree to support me. I wince in pain as I see that my right ankle is sprained. "Lovely just when I thought it couldn't get worse.", I angrily mumble. I limp in pain as I pass by trees, the smell of iron becomes stronger, I soon spot a little house. "Shit, this is worse.", I angrily mumble as I recall the house as Fousts's childhood home. "My ankle is sprained and I'm in the worse place possible. I wanna go home.", I sigh sadly. I hear wood being chopped and follow the sound. I soon see a kid my age chopping wood. "Is that..", I trail off. "Mmhmm that's Foust when he was about your age maybe a little bit younger.", Provost replies. I stay silent. "Well?", He asks. "Well what?", I mutter. "Go talk to your teenage husband.", He replies. I look at him weirdly. "What?", He asks. "Nothing.", I reply. "Ok go talk to your teenage husband.", Provost replies. "Quit calling him my teenage husband.", I say annoyed. He starts speaking, "Well it -" I interrupt him, "Shut it." "Then how about your teenage fiancee?", He asks, "Is that better?" I sigh and answer, "No that's worse, we don't even know each other in this time period." "Husband to be?", He suggests. "Stop giving him names.", I sigh. Provost grabs my hand and starts pulling me. "No stop, Provost.", I angrily reply and dig my feet into the snow. "You're hurting me, Provost.", I say as a sharp pain goes through my ankle. "Then let me drag you.", He replies smiling as he continues. I glare at him. "Don't think about getting your wings out either, it'll hurt.", he replies daring me to take them out and try. He drags me and I trip on a branch, I get my wings out and wince in pain.  "I told you not to get your wings out.", He replies. I steady myself and glare at him as my wings disappear. "I didn't want to fall in the snow you idiot.", I spit out. I hear footsteps walking to where I am. "Shit.", I whisper as I fly to a tree branch.  I sigh as I let the pain subside and my wings disappear. I see Foust look around and then up at me. "Shit.", I mutter.  I sigh, "I can't get down." He walks up to the tree and tilts his head to the side. We stare at each other. "So are you going to talk or are we just going to have a staring contest with each other?", I ask. "You shouldn't be here.", He replies. "Well I don't have a place to stay so..", I trail off. He sighs. We soon hear a man call out Foust's name. "Shit.", We simultaneously say. I get my wings out and hide in another tree. I see the man walk around. He has long black hair and wearing plain clothes: a white long sleeve shirt with pants other than that he looks like your typical vampire with the pointed ears. He stops and sniffs the air. "God damn freakin vampires and their abilities.", I mutter.  He spots me and smiles. "Oh my god, is he excited? Ewwww.", I mutter as I look at disgust. He starts climbing a tree that's by me.  "Goddammit I can't get my wings out.", I mumble as I try and fail to get them out. "Provost where the fuck are you?", I mutter.  He jumps and tackles me to the snow-covered ground. "Ohh what a cute little thing you have, little prey.", He replies touching my halo. "Ugh, I don't want to associate him with snowflake gross.", I mutter to myself. "Let's get going shall we?", He asks. He pulls me from my sprained ankle sticking his nails into my skin. As he drags me from my ankle, Foust follows us staying silent. "Probably scared of him poor thing.", I mutter to myself.  "The name of guy whose dragging you is Vladimir.", Provost says. I tilt my head upward and see Provost in his cat form on Foust's shoulder. Vladimir picks me up from my ankle, walks in the house, and tells Foust to close the door behind him. He puts me back down and drags me to a bedroom.  "Oh fuck no there's no way in hell he's doing anything to me.", I mutter.  As I scramble to get out of his grip, I see another kid with long black hair staring at me. "Foust's brother?", I mutter to myself. I suddenly feel a fist to my right eye.  "ahh!", I scream in pain as I hold my eye. "Great it'll definitely be black.", the thought passes my mind as he grabs my ankle and drags me into the room. He squeezes my ankle as well as sticks his nails in deeper and I feel my ankle bone break and start bleeding.  He looks at me, smirks, and walks out of the room closing the door behind him. "Foust....Snowflake...help me.", I sob out as I soon drift off into sleep.