Monday, March 20, 2006

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The silver moon glistened beyond in the sky with the clouds that looked like a herd of gigantic black rats swarming the skies. The silent sound of the wind whispered and echoed blowing hard to create magical shapes that glared at the world below with disgrace.
The face of a young man stared down at the lights flashing up roads like bright stars.
Cars drove fast down on the cracked pavements nearly knocking people over and skidding round bends.
Old buildings lay in ruins stretching for miles until they met up with new larger builders that were five stories high.
A dark figure stood on one of the tall buildings looking at the world and mocking each and every one of them. The dark figure could not be seen from anyone because it was so far up. The figure looked like a man and he sat on the very edge of the building. The man’s hair was short like his trimmed beard and his face looked as if it belonged to someone really young. The man was very tall and wore black jeans, a black top and a black leather jacket that reached down to his ankles.
His blue eyes gleamed with the moon he looked angry with the world.
His teeth were bright white and looked normal apart from two pointed teeth that could just be seen.
A sudden growl came from behind him and found that he looked in the green eyes of a black creature. The creature was bigger than he was and had long thick fur.
Yellow sharp wolf teeth opened in front of the man and the stench of rotted flesh entered the noise of the man who just stared fearless.
The creature was in fact a werewolf and the man ignored pointed his hand at the ledge for it to sit next to him.
The creature moved back to the shadows, screaming and noises of the thing hitting the ground, and coming back from the shadows as a man similar to the man (same hair). The man only poked his head out of the shadow and the other man brought out a pair of jeans throwing them into the shadow as the man came back out and sat on the ledge.
“How many of them are there, Tyrant?” asked the man with the leather jacket. Tyrant looked down at a woman with shopping in her hands. He could smell raw meat and then turned back to his partner.
“Three vampires looking for you and two werewolves. The werewolves have already killed the vampires, Gaunt,” answered Tyrant the one who had changed from a werewolf. It was late in the night and the both sat watching the sky until they jumped from a snarl closer to them than they had expected.
The man turned around roaring out loud as his face began to shift forwards. The man eyes turned green and his teeth grew large and pointed as his dark black figure. Tyrant grunted as his figure became that of a werewolf once more and the werewolf jumped off the roof down to the alley below screeching loud as it landed on its feet.
Gaunt eyes grew wild and he leaped back throwing his body down the building and shooting a werewolf in the shoulder with silver bullets on his way down. He landed on his feet in a flip and turned to the beast he had just hit as it growled in pain. Blood dripped down his arm and smoke fell of as the bullet collapsed to the floor. The big creatures head tilted back to Gaunt in disgrace.
Gaunt knew that it was not Tyrant because the two werewolves that were surrounding Tyrant had short grey hair and small pointed teeth. The other werewolf leaped at Gaunt as he dodged cart wheeling to the side and hitting the creature on the side of its head with his gun. The beast screeched and looked stupidly around its dark surroundings for the vampire.
“Psst…up here,” whispered Gaunt as the creature roared louder than Tyrant. The werewolf raced up the building with its sharp claws in a race to grasp Gaunt. Just before the speed of the creature had caught him off guard, Gaunt tossed his legs over his body in a flip and aiming the gun at the creatures head shooting it before it realised that Gaunt had moved landing on one knee. His jacket swooped over his body until he stood watching his brother. Tyrant grunted with his jaws open running towards the other beast. Bringing both claws up him slashed on of them furiously at the creature as it dodged the other mighty blow. Tyrant watched as the werewolf leaped over the walls and turned every few seconds at him roaring loud (not as loud as the other werewolf or Tyrant) and waited for him. Tyrants enormous hands twitched and the claws clanged against each other.
The beast attacked all of a sudden running up the wall, on the side and then jumped its mouth wide open towards Tyrant. Tyrant was ready and threw his right claw slashing deep gashes into the creatures head as Tyrant lifted it up slitting the throat as it oozed with blood trickling over the bins and down a drain. The bodies changed back into bodies of men both with black hair and one with dark skin.
Tyrant turned back to his brother slowly changing back into a human as he looked at the time which it was early morning and staring at his brother into his light blue eyes. Gaunt already knew what he needed to do and was walking slowly over the buildings and jumping through an open window and closed it after letting his brother through. The room was painted black and the windows were shaded from the sun. As it began to rise. Gaunt hid in the darkest corner of the room so only his teeth could be seen and began to think.
Two years of being a vampire, thought Gaunt, and yet I haven’t been able to see sunlight. He told me it was a gift of immortality. It is but at a bad price. What a load of Bullshit. If I hadn’t become a vampire they would never have come after Tyrant. He only became a werewolf last month and he’s already pretty strong. If only I was stronger than that Creature. It’s too late to turn back now. Someday those creatures will pay. Both sides will pay for their treachery. It was me the werewolves were after and instead they got Tyrant and the vampires got me.
Years of believing that I could kill those bastards until it came to killing my own brother. That was when they tried to kill me. Not the werewolves, the vampires, the ones who created me. I will punish them for the Elder Gods to see that I am worthy. They gave their word and they broke it and now I will break them.
This I will make sure I will do, whether alone or not it will be done. Gaunt fell asleep unaware of his brother’s movements but his eyes stared open and fixed upon his brother.

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