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Red Moon: Chapter 18

The city was suddenly there. The country side that had been lulling Trevor to sleep for several hours suddenly gave way to the San Francisco Bay. The Golden Gate Bridge stretched over the bay, dominating the view. Alcatraz could be seen, a small, but important part of the city's history.

Trevor had never really been too far south, preferring the cold, clammy weather of his native Washington state over what he had presumed would be a state full of desert and hippies. There were the hippies, he could see them walking up the steep hills that dominated the city in their tie die shirts and hair that looked too greasy to have been washed in the past week.

It reminded him a little of home. Seattle had its own hippies that roamed the streets and the build and feeling of the city that wanted to hold onto its history and was managing while adapting to the new future at the same time. The old trolleys that he had seen in many films and television shows were there, ferrying people to their destination while happily chugging alongside electric cars and people with the latest IPhone or tablet.

The city was having the same effect on Dmitri as well as he watched the people, the cars, everything that passed, his gaze was set upon in both wonder at this city which was extremely different than any of the east European cities that he had visited. Though it did interest him greatly, he was on guard.

San Fransisco was a city that belonged to the Inquisition. When the Inquisition fled to the Americas, they landed in multiple ports. There was New York, Charleston, San Diego, Portland and San Fransisc. Where they landed, they set up bases of operations. Any one of the people that they drove past was suspect.

Dmitri was still mad that they had allowed the two, Adornato and Banks to go. He was expecting some kind of attack, to be betrayed. He had come this far to get Trevor back, waited to long to let anything risk it.

Rommel on the other hand was hating the city, the streets at least. Traffic was horrible wherever he went. The streets were narrow, windy and followed no kind of pattern that the wolf could recognize, so he slowly headed deeper into the city where it would be easier to disappear. They needed to lay low for the week before their flight and even here at the heart of the Inquisition, with a city like this that was already full of unique and strange people, as long as they didn't make a scene, it would be easy.

Being who he was, Rommel had money. He had access to funds that had matured for many decades and built insane interest in both domestic and foreign stocks. Needless to say, he didn't blink when he pulled into the parking lot of one of the nicer establishments, a condominium with a view over the bay.

The clerk at the front desk looked up at the chime of the electronic bell when the three walked in. He raised an eyebrow at them, a aging man with a look of someone of experience, a large man with a wide, square jaw, thick chest that was padded with nothing else but muscles sticking close to a smaller man who looked more like a native compared to the other two.

He closed the log book he was looking over and put the smile that he greeted everyone with on his face. “Welcome to The Bay." He said the name of the establishment with flourish, flicking his wrists with inflection, his cufflinks giving off a little clink. “How may I help you? A room for the day, the month? One room, two rooms, or three, whatever you need."

Rommel had heard this kind of thing before. They looked out of place from the usual patrons that came here, honeymooners, people on business trips, wealthy vacationers. However, money was money, no matter who it came from and as long as they could pay, there would be no problems, but he wasn't about to let this man sell him something he already wanted.

Rommel held up a hand before his spiel. “I need two rooms, nothing fancy, nothing drab." He added a thick older German accent to his voice to give it a little more flare to get the man's attention and let him know that they meant business. “ We plan on staying for a week."

The difficult to understand accent that made both Dmitri and Trevor scratch their heads was received perfectly by the clerk who now had a larger grin on his face. Foreigners always spent more money.

“Of course." He bowed and opened up the base of his desk that he was behind. There was a large rack of key cards and their spares to all the available rooms. He plucked two slightly expensive rooms that were close to the water. Over priced enough to get someone's attention, but not so much that it would drive them away. “I have the perfect rooms for you." He set the cards down on top of his desk that was freshly dusted from earlier that afternoon. “You'll be able to see the bay and be within easy walking distance to the heated pools because not even the chilly weather should be able to stop you from enjoying a good swim."

“Uh-huh." Rommel took the card, not even looking at the flier that was posted under the glass surface of the desk that showed the price. He pulled out a card from his wallet that went directly to a bank account back in Germany that he knew wasn't tracked and handed it to the clerk who quickly swiped it.

He waited for a confirmation before handing it back. “Enjoy your stay here."

The rooms were only a short walk away. 'The Bay' was a series of taller buildings with multiple floors. Each building had one condo on each floor. Their building was right next to the main administrator building and on the sixth and seventh floors respectively.

“Two room?" Dmitri asked as they entered the small elevator that hummed a slow tune to them as they rode up.

“I can only be with you so long before I need to get some time to myself." Rommel said, looking ahead and watching the red number that designated what floor they were on slowly rise. “We're going to be here for a full week and plus, I doubt you don't want an old man around any ways."

Trevor got the message. Even though Rommel didn't approve of him coming to America without permission from anyone, that was over with now and he knew that he would want time with Trevor.

The door to the elevator opened, revealing a short hall that led to a balcony and to a condo. It was dimly lit for atmosphere and the walls had abstract art of swirls of colors.

“This one is for me." He said and walked out, but not before giving Dmitri his key card. “Now I don't want to baby sit either of you, stay low and just relax." The door slid shut, leaving the two alone in the elevator.

“Before you start." Trevor said quickly, catching the large wolf of guard. “I know what you're doing?"

“You do?"

He sighed. “You want to re-establish whatever you had with me before."

“Of course." Dmitri gave a soft smile that hid a small amount of terror. “I've always care for you."

The door opened and the two walked out and down the similarly furnished hall.

“I understand that." Trevor replied and waited off to the side as Dmitri fumbled with the key card, his large meaty fingers having difficulty sliding the piece of plastic into the narrow slot on the door. “But, you need to realize that even though you've stirred something in me…" He paused, wondering if those were the right words and then continued. “I don't really know you well."

The door clicked and the light on the handle turned green, but neither entered. Dmitri looked down at Trevor who looked back, but quickly looked off to the side, avoiding eye contact. “Then will you give me a chance to allow me to show who I am? We have a week and even though I do not know this city well, I will show you the kind of person I am."

Trevor thought about it. On one hand, he didn't leave home to stoke some old flame. He left to protect those that would be hurt and possible even killed by the Inquisition if he stayed. On the other hand, he was here now and this man, this werewolf, was offering him the opportunity to do just that and he couldn't exactly send him away either. There was also the feelings that had been slowly building up inside of him.

Dmitri was like a drug. He wanted to be with him, it was intoxicating to get a small smell of him, to be by him, feel the warmth of his body as they rode in the car next to each other. These feelings came out of nowhere and scared Trevor as well. They coalesced out of a part of his brain that he couldn't access and drove him blindly towards this man who looked expectantly at him.

Apparently Trevor was taking too long. “You don't have to answer now. The day is almost over and we should get some sleep." Dmitri finally opened the door, revealing what really could have been a small house. There was a kitchen, living room and bathroom all visible from the main entrance. Hallways led to the bedroom and there was a large window that took up the entire side of the room, revealing the bay and the setting sun. Dmitri didn't even look at it. “Think about it, we are here for a week." He walked in and kicked off his shoes and headed to the bathroom.

Trevor really felt that he had hurt Dmitri with a lack of an answer. He watched as the lug of a man disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He could just see a tail drooping low behind him in defeat.

Trevor sat on the couch in the living room that faced the flat screen television, but still offered a view. He gazed out the window, watching the sails of ships slowly cross the water as they headed back to port for the day. He thought about it for a little bit, but the decision was obvious. He was here, Dmitri had feelings for him and even though he was unsure about it, he had feelings for him as well.

Dmitri stepped out of the restroom to find Trevor waiting for him.

“I'll give you the chance you deserve."

Dmitri, for the large imposing person he appeared to be on the outside, was really a child at heart. He was still young by werewolf standards and the way he leapt onto the couch to hug Trevor would not have been that out of place.

“I didn't say you could smother me to death." Trevor gasped between breaths, his face buried in Dmitri's chest where he was getting lungfuls of his scent that was making it hard to think straight.

Dmitri let go, a very large smile plastered on his face. “This is great news. Back in Russia, we spent our first night out at dinner."

“Not tonight." Trevor yawned. As hungry as he was, it had been a long day and he really needed to go to sleep.

There was only one bedroom in the condo and the two headed there. Trevor didn't have any spare clothes and after a full day sweating in a car, he needed a shower. He stripped down in the second bathroom that was attached to the bedroom while Dmitri did whatever Dmitri did before going to sleep.

The bathroom was cozy with a toilet facing a sink and a medium sized shower tucked into the corner. There were little bottles of shampoo and soap that Trevor made use of when he went into the shower. The warm water slowly washed away his aches and pains and for once in a long while, Trevor felt entirely relaxed.

Once clean, he put on a robe that was there for him. He didn't have any spare underwear and the thought of putting the two day old underwear was frightening. He would need to buy some clothes for himself the next day.

He stepped out of the shower to a shocking surprise. The man that Trevor had come into the condo with was replaced with a massive wolf that was lying on the bed watching him with glowing yellow eyes.

Trevor eeped a startled noise that made the wolf give off a bit of a chuffing noise that sounded like the best it could do to mimic a laugh.

Trevor reminded himself that it was Dmitri. He could see a thin line across its muzzle that looked like a scar. Dmitri, when human had a similar scar that was very faint, reminiscent of those the Trevor had as well around the side of his skull. They were more visible now that the fur didn't grow there, but it was a definite way of telling that it was Dmitri.

Dmitri gave off a small whine, reminding Trevor that he was still just standing there, staring.

“Why?" He asked as he sat on the edge of the bed and Dmitri scooted over to him and rested his massive head on his lap, looking up at him and flicking his ears.

“I guess you can't talk like this." Trevor automatically began to stroke down Dmitri's head. The fur was coarse, not soft at all, but the texture against the palm of his hand was soothing.

Dmitri let out a huff and gave a groan before sprawling on his side and watched Trevor, waiting.

Trevor bit his lower lip. This was moving very fast.

He got onto the bed and got the idea of what Dmitri wanted since he laid himself down on top of the pillows.

He rested his head on Dmitri's ribs, letting his head sink into the thick fur that was meant to keep him warm in a Siberian winter. Dmitri then wrapped himself around Trevor's upper half, encasing him in himself and resting his head on the bed next to him.

Trevor began to pet him again, slow, long strokes down his back. It was bliss for Dmitri and Trevor had to admit than t he could get used to this as he closed his eyes slowly.