Fast and Furious: Autobahn Accelleration
Title: Fast and Furious: Autobahn Accelleration
Author/Artist: hellzabeth
Characters and Pairing: Ulbrecht, Ludwig, Briallen, Conall, Ingrid.
Rating: THIS IS STUPID
Warnings: Really silly cars, OC-heavy, adorable little Ludwig.
Blame: Megkips
Summary: Ulbrecht and his pack are spotted by Romulus and his Hunters. An extremely stupid car chase ensues.
When Ulbrecht’s pack had first obtained the three vans from those people who had been unfortunate enough to get in their way, the pack leader had deemed it wise to start learning the ins and outs of engine care. A few years on, and he’d become enough of an expert to fix their motor problems without the use of a mechanic. It had even become a little bit of a hobby of his. Ludwig, of course, was picking up what he could from his mentor. Somehow, the young boy had come up with a working theory on how to coax more speed out of the engine they had without replacing it entirely. Implementing it had taken Ulbrecht’s own Volkswagen Type 2 van from it’s normal top speed of 75mph, to 81mph.
It was impressive, and much needed when the hunters were on their tails. Again.
The other Autobahn drivers wisely moved out of the way as Ulbrecht kept his foot down on the pedal as far as it would go. Going this fast during the day was only possible in a car; it wasn’t like they could transform with no moon. Briallen, long red hair tumbling over her shoulder as she looked behind her, kept an eye on their pursuers. “Alpha, it’s him!” she reported, somewhere between annoyed and excited.
Romulus.
Ulbrecht didn’t know how he always managed to find them. He never seemed to be doing it on purpose, so the man must have had some god-given luck, or something like that. Or maybe the fate had decided to have a laugh at Ulbrecht’s expense. In any case, Ulbrecht thought as he looked in his wing mirror, he was closing in, driving...
“… what on earth kind of car has three wheels?” he muttered, mostly to himself. He could see Romulus’ grinning face as he gripped the wheel and somehow made the car he was driving do 80mph and higher to keep up with the wolves’ minivan. The red, slightly rusty car looked like it was being held together with tape and a lot of hopeful prayer. It looked ridiculous, and if Ulbrecht were the laughing type, he would have been crying tears of mirth at the picture. It sounded like Briallen was doing so for him.
“Isn’t that a Reliant Robin 1978 model, Alpha Ulbrecht?” Ludwig asked, peering cautiously out the back window before ducking down again.
“Seems so. Put your seatbelt on.”
Ludwig scrambled back to his seat obediently, putting his belt on and sending nervous glances out the back window. The rest of the pack had managed to turn off the Autobahn and lose their pursuers with ease, leaving only Ulbrecht’s van to deal with Romulus in his ridiculous little car.
“He has two others with him.” Ingrid added, sounding disinterested as always. “Identifiable as Gabriel dos Anjos and Helen Karpusi.” She paused. “And a cat.”
Briallen was gasping for air and pounding on the dashboard in hysterics. “This- I’m dreaming- someone’s put s-something in my- haha- in my drink!” she managed, wiping tears from her eyes. “This is a beautiful moment. Does anyone have a camera?”
Conall, Briallen’s older brother, quietly handed over a small camera to his sibling. She turned in her seat to take a picture, and then nearly fell out of it as Ulbrecht swerved, changing lanes suddenly in a bout of reckless driving that was quite unlike him. “Gah! Alpha!” the timid man yelped, nearly falling forward and off his own seat.
He pulled the other way, overtaking three more cars. “What are you doing?!” cried Briallen. Ludwig drew his knees up. Ingrid seemed the only one unruffled.
“What they can’t with that kind of car.” He pulled in front of a large lorry, ignoring the driver beeping his horn at them. “Turning.”
This swerving and diving continued for a good few miles, Conall occasionally making sounds like he was going to be sick, until Ingrid spoke up. “We’ve lost sight of them.”
“Good.” Ulbrecht replied, turning off the Autobahn and slowing down. Their fuel was almost completely gone. Now to regroup with the rest of the pack and-
“Alpha!” Ludwig pointed out the window, eyes wide. “There they are!”
The car was coming off the Autobahn on one wheel and one wheel alone, before the occupants threw their weight entirely on the other side of the car, righting it again. Ulbrecht wasn’t entirely sure if he really could hear Romulus’ obnoxious laughter or if it was just in his head. His passengers looked terrified.
“Schisse.” he mumbled under his breath, stamping on the accelerator once more. How were they going to lose them now?
His answer came a moment later as he turned at a right angle onto the main road in a screech of tires. The screeching went on for a little too long, so it couldn’t have just been him. The sound cut off suddenly, immediately replaced with the sound of metal scraping on tarmac. The van choked, engine whirring and then dying, out of fuel. They had another can of it in the back, but Ulbrecht kept the car rolling as far as possible away from the Hunters’ crash site.
“My car!” screeched a woman. Ulbrecht, quickly and quietly getting out of the van to grab the offered can of petrol from Ingrid, could clearly see Helen Karpusi standing over her completely totaled Robin Reliant, hands in the front of Romulus’ shirt and shaking him back and forth. Gabriel and his cat seemed to be doing enough shaking on their own, leaning on the side of the upside-down car for support. The immortal hunter was carefully prying his pet off his shoulder, where it had dug in it’s claws and gripped with it’s hair standing on end.
“Helen, it’s okay, it’ll get paid for-” Romulus was trying to say, but his coworker talked over him completely.
“You ruined by car! The only payment I want is the chance to ruin you!” she suddenly jabbed a finger in Ulbrecht’s direction, making the werewolf duck to the side. “I don’t care how important your little rivalry with him is, you don’t just jump in the driver’s seat of other people’s cars and then flip them over!
The last drop of petrol dripped in, and Ulbrecht closed the cap quickly as possible, climbing back into the driver’s seat. Briallen was leaning out of the window.
“Your car sucks anyway!” she yelled, laughing. Helen’s poisonous gaze turned from Romulus, to slowly glare at the werewolves.
“Gabriel, help me roll my car over.” she deadpanned. If possible, the other hunter went even paler.
“But Helen-”
“I’M GONNA KILL THEM!”
“Haha, don’t yell too loud-”
“DON’T THINK YOU’RE GETTING OFF SCOT FREE EITHER, YOU BASTARD!”
Ulbrecht stamped on the pedal again, resolving to discipline Briallen later.
Notes:
- Wondering who all these other OCs are? Well, I didn’t just pull them out of the blue.
Briallen = ancient Britain. What? She + Germania = totally canon.
Conall = the much less known Aestii Baltic tribes. Technically more related to Germania, they were also noted to be very “similar to Britannia in culture... and language” (in Germania by Tactius). Pretty weird for how far away they were from each other. One day, they started moving west, and eventually disappeared. Looks like this, art not mine.
Ingrid = ancient Scandinavia. Pretty similar in personality to Norway, more alike in looks to Fem!Sweden.
- No, these are not the actual parents of any of the other characters in the story. Ulbrecht's pack is just pretty big, and who else to use but his other contemporaries?
- Reliant Robin", otherwise known as "the clown car", is really kind of the most stupid and hilarious car ever. For a short time during the 70s it was in exclusive production in Greece, hence why Helen has one.
- Volkswagen Microbus, aka the Hippyvan, is what Ulbrecht drives. Top speed in the older models is somewhere around 75mph, but he tinkered with it and it now does over 80mph. This, plus the long hair of most of his pack, probably gives the impression they're hippies. Yup. Look it's just hilarious okay.
- The Autobahn is basically the motorway/highway in Germany. It's pretty huge and get this; it has no speed limit. You go as fast as your car can go. Fun!
Author/Artist: hellzabeth
Characters and Pairing: Ulbrecht, Ludwig, Briallen, Conall, Ingrid.
Rating: THIS IS STUPID
Warnings: Really silly cars, OC-heavy, adorable little Ludwig.
Blame: Megkips
Summary: Ulbrecht and his pack are spotted by Romulus and his Hunters. An extremely stupid car chase ensues.
When Ulbrecht’s pack had first obtained the three vans from those people who had been unfortunate enough to get in their way, the pack leader had deemed it wise to start learning the ins and outs of engine care. A few years on, and he’d become enough of an expert to fix their motor problems without the use of a mechanic. It had even become a little bit of a hobby of his. Ludwig, of course, was picking up what he could from his mentor. Somehow, the young boy had come up with a working theory on how to coax more speed out of the engine they had without replacing it entirely. Implementing it had taken Ulbrecht’s own Volkswagen Type 2 van from it’s normal top speed of 75mph, to 81mph.
It was impressive, and much needed when the hunters were on their tails. Again.
The other Autobahn drivers wisely moved out of the way as Ulbrecht kept his foot down on the pedal as far as it would go. Going this fast during the day was only possible in a car; it wasn’t like they could transform with no moon. Briallen, long red hair tumbling over her shoulder as she looked behind her, kept an eye on their pursuers. “Alpha, it’s him!” she reported, somewhere between annoyed and excited.
Romulus.
Ulbrecht didn’t know how he always managed to find them. He never seemed to be doing it on purpose, so the man must have had some god-given luck, or something like that. Or maybe the fate had decided to have a laugh at Ulbrecht’s expense. In any case, Ulbrecht thought as he looked in his wing mirror, he was closing in, driving...
“… what on earth kind of car has three wheels?” he muttered, mostly to himself. He could see Romulus’ grinning face as he gripped the wheel and somehow made the car he was driving do 80mph and higher to keep up with the wolves’ minivan. The red, slightly rusty car looked like it was being held together with tape and a lot of hopeful prayer. It looked ridiculous, and if Ulbrecht were the laughing type, he would have been crying tears of mirth at the picture. It sounded like Briallen was doing so for him.
“Isn’t that a Reliant Robin 1978 model, Alpha Ulbrecht?” Ludwig asked, peering cautiously out the back window before ducking down again.
“Seems so. Put your seatbelt on.”
Ludwig scrambled back to his seat obediently, putting his belt on and sending nervous glances out the back window. The rest of the pack had managed to turn off the Autobahn and lose their pursuers with ease, leaving only Ulbrecht’s van to deal with Romulus in his ridiculous little car.
“He has two others with him.” Ingrid added, sounding disinterested as always. “Identifiable as Gabriel dos Anjos and Helen Karpusi.” She paused. “And a cat.”
Briallen was gasping for air and pounding on the dashboard in hysterics. “This- I’m dreaming- someone’s put s-something in my- haha- in my drink!” she managed, wiping tears from her eyes. “This is a beautiful moment. Does anyone have a camera?”
Conall, Briallen’s older brother, quietly handed over a small camera to his sibling. She turned in her seat to take a picture, and then nearly fell out of it as Ulbrecht swerved, changing lanes suddenly in a bout of reckless driving that was quite unlike him. “Gah! Alpha!” the timid man yelped, nearly falling forward and off his own seat.
He pulled the other way, overtaking three more cars. “What are you doing?!” cried Briallen. Ludwig drew his knees up. Ingrid seemed the only one unruffled.
“What they can’t with that kind of car.” He pulled in front of a large lorry, ignoring the driver beeping his horn at them. “Turning.”
This swerving and diving continued for a good few miles, Conall occasionally making sounds like he was going to be sick, until Ingrid spoke up. “We’ve lost sight of them.”
“Good.” Ulbrecht replied, turning off the Autobahn and slowing down. Their fuel was almost completely gone. Now to regroup with the rest of the pack and-
“Alpha!” Ludwig pointed out the window, eyes wide. “There they are!”
The car was coming off the Autobahn on one wheel and one wheel alone, before the occupants threw their weight entirely on the other side of the car, righting it again. Ulbrecht wasn’t entirely sure if he really could hear Romulus’ obnoxious laughter or if it was just in his head. His passengers looked terrified.
“Schisse.” he mumbled under his breath, stamping on the accelerator once more. How were they going to lose them now?
His answer came a moment later as he turned at a right angle onto the main road in a screech of tires. The screeching went on for a little too long, so it couldn’t have just been him. The sound cut off suddenly, immediately replaced with the sound of metal scraping on tarmac. The van choked, engine whirring and then dying, out of fuel. They had another can of it in the back, but Ulbrecht kept the car rolling as far as possible away from the Hunters’ crash site.
“My car!” screeched a woman. Ulbrecht, quickly and quietly getting out of the van to grab the offered can of petrol from Ingrid, could clearly see Helen Karpusi standing over her completely totaled Robin Reliant, hands in the front of Romulus’ shirt and shaking him back and forth. Gabriel and his cat seemed to be doing enough shaking on their own, leaning on the side of the upside-down car for support. The immortal hunter was carefully prying his pet off his shoulder, where it had dug in it’s claws and gripped with it’s hair standing on end.
“Helen, it’s okay, it’ll get paid for-” Romulus was trying to say, but his coworker talked over him completely.
“You ruined by car! The only payment I want is the chance to ruin you!” she suddenly jabbed a finger in Ulbrecht’s direction, making the werewolf duck to the side. “I don’t care how important your little rivalry with him is, you don’t just jump in the driver’s seat of other people’s cars and then flip them over!
The last drop of petrol dripped in, and Ulbrecht closed the cap quickly as possible, climbing back into the driver’s seat. Briallen was leaning out of the window.
“Your car sucks anyway!” she yelled, laughing. Helen’s poisonous gaze turned from Romulus, to slowly glare at the werewolves.
“Gabriel, help me roll my car over.” she deadpanned. If possible, the other hunter went even paler.
“But Helen-”
“I’M GONNA KILL THEM!”
“Haha, don’t yell too loud-”
“DON’T THINK YOU’RE GETTING OFF SCOT FREE EITHER, YOU BASTARD!”
Ulbrecht stamped on the pedal again, resolving to discipline Briallen later.
Notes:
- Wondering who all these other OCs are? Well, I didn’t just pull them out of the blue.
Briallen = ancient Britain. What? She + Germania = totally canon.
Conall = the much less known Aestii Baltic tribes. Technically more related to Germania, they were also noted to be very “similar to Britannia in culture... and language” (in Germania by Tactius). Pretty weird for how far away they were from each other. One day, they started moving west, and eventually disappeared. Looks like this, art not mine.
Ingrid = ancient Scandinavia. Pretty similar in personality to Norway, more alike in looks to Fem!Sweden.
- No, these are not the actual parents of any of the other characters in the story. Ulbrecht's pack is just pretty big, and who else to use but his other contemporaries?
- Reliant Robin", otherwise known as "the clown car", is really kind of the most stupid and hilarious car ever. For a short time during the 70s it was in exclusive production in Greece, hence why Helen has one.
- Volkswagen Microbus, aka the Hippyvan, is what Ulbrecht drives. Top speed in the older models is somewhere around 75mph, but he tinkered with it and it now does over 80mph. This, plus the long hair of most of his pack, probably gives the impression they're hippies. Yup. Look it's just hilarious okay.
- The Autobahn is basically the motorway/highway in Germany. It's pretty huge and get this; it has no speed limit. You go as fast as your car can go. Fun!