Clyde and Fallon are creations Rainy ( http://rainygay.tumblr.com ) and myself (respectively). He is the Finnish/English son of a monster hunter and a supernatural healer and she is a high-born London society lady who has a great deal of trouble fitting into the conventional norm (she is vehemently opposed to having children because her mother, grandmother and great grandmother before her all died in childbirth).

At first, Clyde went into the military, where he discovered his expert marksmanship, rose quickly in the ranks and was very well-liked by his comrades for his upbeat manner and sense of humour. Fallon, meanwhile, was contemplating a (Victorianly fashionable) suicide as a result of the pressures and expectations that she felt she could not otherwise escape.

Now, Rainy and I have a few versions of this story, but for this particular one, I am thinking that Fallon, having run away from home under the cover of darkness, encounters a hungry wolf in the woods. Owing to her thoughts of ending it all, she submits herself to the beast, not knowing that it is, in fact, a werewolf.

Clyde, meanwhile, has lost his eye in battle. His marksmanship (and pride) suffer quite a bit as a result, and he must leave the army. As he has no other training to speak of, he decides to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a monster hunter. That very night, he is hunting the same werewolf that Fallon encounters. He tries to defend her from it, but his aim is not what it used to be and the werewolf manages to get the bite on her before he can hit it with a silver bullet.

The next morning, Fallon wakes up to clyde bandaging her wound and he tells her what happened. Clyde doesn’t have the best of manners by her standards and Fallon is furious that she is not dead and moreover that she is now immortal. She blames Clyde and insists that he shoot her at once. He refuses and she vows to follow him and let him have no peace until he grants her request. As they travel together, they wind up falling for one another. Fallon comes to find Clyde’s particular brand of off-colour silliness a breath of fresh air in comparison to the stuffy, rigid men she is accustomed to. Even his awful, Brummie accent endears him to her over time, and there is just something about his raw, unabashed masculinity that thrills her in an unexpected way. Clyde, for his part, loves a woman who is unafraid of death, strays from the mold and doesn’t take shit from anyone. He loves to tease her and see her rise to the occasion/hold her own. It also helps that he is a foot/leg fetishist and Fallon has a very attractive pair on her :P

That’s about all I’ve got for this version of the story as of yet! I may very well do more, soon :)