The sun had long been below the horizon, the moon having taken its rightful place, high in the sky, full that night. The stars shined in the dark sky, but the moonlit rays beamed down on its haven, the Earth. However, there was one sight that has yet seen even the slightest bit of light, lonely and dark was Philadelphia. Silence filled the air, suddenly growing cold and crisp. Although it was summer in New York, at their presence, the air could be nothing but cold.
Large, yellow piercing eyes stared into the blackness, the park empty and eerie, but that did not bother him: it was just how he wanted it. Everything was perfect. He grinned, a large set of perfectly white, sharp teeth appeared. Every tooth looked dangerous, piercing through the flesh and tearing it apart... His tongue flicked eagerly, as his large, black nose sniffed the air and he could smell them, their very sense causing a flood of anger, yet hunger and excitement at the same time. Several more yellow eyes appeared in the darkness, next to the man, and all of them looked just as eager.
On the other side of the park, they glided across the scratchy grass with ease, graceful and beautiful. They wore long, black cloaks with hoods that nearly hid their faces, but the pale skin beneath was no match against the dark background. They were rhythmic in their movement, swiftly, and quickly, moving in a straight line, following the largest of the group. The predator had spotted a total of seven, licking his lips hungrily once again. His nostrils flared and he was almost unable to control himself, jumping up quickly. But another of his kind grabbed his arm and held him back with a tight grip. Angrily, he gritted his sharp, threatening teeth in front of his comrade, but no fear was being emitted.
No one spoke, afraid that they would be heard in the silent air, as they watched the vampires form a very compromised circle, all of them mumbling to each other softly. Nothing could be heard. Their skin had abnormally glowed suddenly, all of them were holding hands with each other, their long, white fingers appearing dead. Grenthaw’s skin crawled at the sight, he wanted so desperately to feed off the evil souls and shred them all to pieces, but he had to compose himself and keep calm. If he had attacked them, the plan would be ruined, and he may as well be dead himself.
Suddenly, the vampires all looked up, and they sensed a disturbed presence nearby, their heads glancing in various directions, trying to pinpoint the invader, or the stalker. The werewolves quickly hid themselves, closing their peering yellow eyes as they stopped breathing, for a few minutes they would survive.
The vampires made no sound as they approached the opposite side of the abandoned park, towards the location of the hiding predators. Still unaware of who was there, they knew that there was someone watching them. A female vampire’s hand appeared underneath her long, black cloak, and she reached her delicate white hands towards a bush, and without a moment’s hesitate, her hand was bitten by the sharp fangs of the hungry werewolf. She let out a ear-splitting scream, and the attack began.
The old stories tell us that werewolves and vampires have been enemies since the beginning of time, after evolution had taken its toll and formed these two, misfit creatures. Immediately, the hatred had begun, simply because both were blood-thirsty creatures, especially the vampires. The elders often say that the werewolves and vampires had shared the same lands in the beginning, and on the night of the full moon, when werewolves were most prominent and the hungriest, the strongest, and the vampires were found roaming through the darkness more often, the scarcity of food eventually became a problem. The fighting began, and the enemies were formed rather quickly.
The werewolf stood over his female prey, staring at her face. His large, hair-covered paw touched her cheek gently, a sudden, sharp cold soaring through his hand. He ignored it, however, and leaned down to about an inch above her face. She hissed angrily, her breathing rapid and harsh, she had lost quite a bit of blood after he had attacked her. She showed off her glistening pearly white fangs, her hissing louder and warning. He did not take his eyes off her, again moving closer to the woman. He traced his nose down her cheek, her jaw bone, her throat, until his lips touched her neck lightly, but the warm breath burned her skin.
“You are a beautiful one,” he whispered into her ear, nibbling her neck. “It’s a pity... that you have to die. I could make you my pet, if you would prefer.”
Her body grew stiff and again she hissed, her once black eyes slowly getting pale. Coldly, she said, “I would rather die than serve a beast like you.” The urge to spit at his face was strong, but all of her strength had left her. He had her pinned down, holding her arms down to the ground, and body sitting upon hers’. It was difficult to breathe, and she could feel her venom sack shrinking as he crushed it underneath his weight, she was getting weaker and weaker by the minute.
“Ah, well,” he said again, softly. His eyes were a very bright yellow at this point, pleasure skipping across them. His black, wolf-like appearance did not fear her, nor did his massive size. She was not fearful of death, and he was aware of that, but that only made him more excited. He smiled slightly, finally letting her skin go, but his nose was still pressed against her soft, cold skin. “That is your choice. He trailed his way back to her face, their noses touching. Her eyes were angry, but helpless. “Either way,” he said again, softly. He opened his mouth as wide as he could, showing off his large set of teeth, just like those of a wolf. He pressed two of his front teeth into her forehead sharply, blood beginning to spill slowly. She grimaced, but did not struggle. His bottom teeth pierced through her chin, and into her mouth, her tongue now split. She screamed, shrill, yet pleasure to his ears. “I win.” He clamped his mouth shut, and she was dead in an instant. His meal, this is how the devil fed.
Grenthaw was the leader of the pack, the strongest of all the werewolves in the area, and always the hungriest. Some people follow him simply out of fear, while others are more loyal and crave his hunting routines, which occurred often. However, he had kept a secret to himself, for sixteen years no one knew of her. Sixteen years ago, he gravely raped one of his own kind: she had defied his orders, and furious, that was her punishment, right before death. Every female in the pack was aware that this was the price they would pay for disobeying any man, especially himself, and so many were servants to him, pets if you may call it. However, this specific woman, escaped his grasp right after the torture. Nine months later, she had given birth. She took the newborn baby to Grenthaw, and showed the beautiful girl to him, and all of his emotions left him: he didn’t know what to feel. She pleaded for him to love her, she was his daughter, and growing irritated by this woman, she was quickly killed, however, he kept the baby.
He raised a ruthless, merciless, werewolf female. However, she was still a teenager, and even he couldn’t escape that fate.
