We are creatures of the night my love and I. We welcome the darkness and it is a comfort blanket to us for supernatural beings like us prefer the evenings, the silence, the stars and the moon. I love the moon. Though it heralds and brings about my changes, it is always a welcome relief to finally change into my animal form a great pure white wolf. I was bitten almost a century ago, and as a man and beast I never age. And since my Love sought out one of the Children Of The Night, they too are now immortal. They did it for me, I know they did, although they say it was for themself. They are a Vampire, born of not just any of their kind, but of their most savage, almost Royalty in their eyes. But as he left my Love for dead, only half changed and needing blood now we hunt him. For I gave my Love my own blood, that of a werewolf. It had never been done before, our breeds were common enemi there was too much between us.
We had been human lovers, then I changed, and finally so did they. Now he does not need humans to feed, they will not sustain him long their blood is weak to his tongue. Now they need my blood, a vital mix of human and wolf, a werewolf's blood. My love feeds from me and I love it. The wolf in me allows such things, but it's when I've changed back to human form they take my life force. Just before the day dawn's and we both like to sleep curled up naked together on our bed behind dark curtains. A Vampire and Mate.
You might think my skin would be pale, but you would be incorrect, for although my wolf pelt is soft and luxuriously white, my own skin is olive brown. It harkens back to my ancestors who used to be traders from the old Inca colonies, or so our family tales tell me. It's late, I can feel my body starting to pulsate as it does when darkness draws near. I've often asked my Love what it feels like for them, but they are non committal as if it it something they never contemplate. But I see the warm relief flushing their skin, the tiny release of tension in t + muscles. As humans we spend most of it
sleeping, the rest is spent making love, bathing and conversing. It sounds funny perhaps, but there's isn't much time before I am wolf again so we must use our time to maximum effect. I feed in wolf form
I never let them see but I know they are Nightwalker and have excellent vision and stealth, so I shouldn't wonder they watch from London's many rooftops. I never hunt humans, ever, it goes against my spirit and they'd taste it in my blood as they fed. I hunt other supernaturals, the evil ones, and believe me there are plenty in London during this age.
As I roused from my sleep I reached out to stroke my Love's long hair, so silken and soft. I like the way it felt in my hands, to remind me they were still there, still mine. It placated my wolf. Lately they call me Snow even in human form, that to me doesn't matter. I keep my name secret anyway, for when one lives for decades and rarely changes, it is best not to make it too obvious in the world. Now my love is immortal too they should think of doing so, but it has only been two years yet since th were cursed. For that is what they call th
that feeds off of what it once was; human. I whisper in my sleep without opening my eyes.
I'm feeling tingly so the last rays of the sun must be waning.
"Haven? where are you, come here and snuggle close, your wolf wants you."
There was no response and my arm kept reaching, but the bed was cold and my Love had left. They often roused before me, and would be off through our bedroom window onto the rooftops and far away, sticking to the shadows and shadier spots until the sun had finally died.
I don't usually feel panicked at their absence.
Often Haven since the transformation does most of the mundane work of the living in these first early hours achieving much.
Running our finances, gathering supplies and information, hiring the servants for our manor house on the outskirts of the city away from prying eyes and nearest to the great parks where I may run more freely without causing alarm.
We have a few small safe houses dotted about in various parts of London, these too need upkeep and provisions. They've always li+ good organiser, whilst my talents lye in ou..
directions. I was born into a very rich family, and my wealth allowed me certain privileges. I had a fortune and lost it again when the Monarchy changed and allegiances altered quickly. I may have lost a fortune to the Crown, but I retained my family title..but I never like to use it unless I must. You'd be amazed at what rank and privilege gets you sometimes.
I paced the room still naked. The black velvet drapes still blocked out the last of the daylight. I drew them, it wasn't oppresive to me as a man, it just felt odd. My Vampire would find it more hurtful than I, and they must have left early. There was a note at the oak bureau in our room, the quill still wet by its side. It read:
Snow, got a lead on Him. Going to investigate whilst the trail is still hot, meet you by the north side of Regents Park at dusk.
I could feel my wolf growling. If there was one trait my Vampire had in abundance it was impetuousness. They had always been v + and now with the rush of new strength a.
keen skills, they were a little too foolhardy for my liking. This He, it was evil, an ancient one and I had not come up against it's like before. It was clever and vindictive. It seduced humans and drank them dry as if they were nothing more than aperitifs. They called it Vlad, but the real name was Vlad Dracula or in history they called it Vlad the Impaler. A Cursed anomally born in 1431 in Romania and was Voicode of Wallachia three times between 1448 and 1476 when he supposedly died. He was dangerous, and I always knew it would take both of us to take him down. I growled once again. This time it rattled in my throat and I smiled. This fledgling of mine will be the death of me. My eyes glow with the power of a half moon emerging, it won't be long and I can be away in pursuit.
I am the strongest on a full moon. Tonight is not such a night, so my strength is formidable but I rely on my speed and brains. A wolf usually hunts in a pack. I was on my own until my Vampire became my pack. Maybe there will be more of us in time, we often speak of a family. To us that means a supernatural + but we are rarities. Supernaturals who do.
hunt humans, and an aberration for two species mating. Most of our kind we find are hunters and it is only the evil ones I condemn to my fangs and claws. Those who are good tend to want nothing to do with us when they realize we are one. Even the other species out there have a hard time accepting our relationship and the dynamics of how it works for us. Most of my werewolf brethren are repulsed I let my Love feed from me, while his kind are revolted that he should want and have to. We tread a fine line, and all the time we, like all supernaturals, are hunted by the Royal Elite a force of human mercenaries hired by the Crown to keep the number of human fatalities to a bare minimum so there isn't an outcry by the populace. Last thing the new monarch wants is a revolution on their hands.
I don't have the luxury as my Love does of travelling more direct routes by the sky. I must travel by the roads and streets, taking dark alleys and trying to keep out of sight. My coat gives me away too clearly and there are already tales emerging of some sort of albino fiend stalking the streets preying on young or + Royal propaganda on pamphlets publishe
distributed locally on printing presses all sourced by the Crown. The last Queen valued my services knowing I despatched evil supernaturals. They didn't have to like it, but they gave me and my lover room to breathe, space to live. This Ruler wasn't the kind to play so nice and their network of spies even rivalled our own.
I ran with all haste, my flanks burning with the stride, my tongue lolling and my ears alert. I had to reach my brave foolish Vampire before they tried to take on their Sire alone. He was too strong, too vicious and too smart to fear an enraged fledgling he'd left for dead before. Even my wolf blood mixed in the veins would not save my Love. They'd fed, only the evening before after I'd changed back to human, but it would not be enough. We need to use stealth against this foe, we need to use every skill we can utilize and exploit. In truth, we need help. I couldn't stop it, in my frustration I let out a huge howl. The cry pierced the stillness of the night. Lights came on in the shuttered latticed windows, and I ran for the safety of the fo they better be alive and they most assurea. need a much firmerband Muhum ১৯
in the park. They'd better be waiting for
need a much firmer hand. My human was never easy, but as a Vampire they were nigh on impossible to live with at times. I laughed inside, how I loved them.
