Vampires and Werewolves Collide in the Dark Streets of a Violent City

In a city torn apart by violence, vampires and werewolves clash in a dark struggle for power and survival

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Vampires and Werewolves Collide in the Dark Streets of a Violent City I'd like to start by apologizing to those who are/were waiting for me to continue the last of anubis, however it's been delayed due to a case of inexcusable writer's block and a three week boating course. However I did manage to pull this out of my brain earlier this afternoon, please let me know what you think, I may or may not make it a series, and I still am working on Anubis. Comments are greatly appreciated. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- While they cry, we fight... That's just the way it is, that's the way it's always been. My father told me it was because they are weak, that they don't have the strength to face death, but I know the truth. We may have the three-inch fangs and razor sharp claws, but they blend in. They have time to mourne their dead, we must always fight. We fight for food, we fight for a place to sleep, we fight over girls, our very right to exist is a fight. Yet they sit around lounging in their fancy mansions, having all the flirty romance they want. Drinking and watching cheesy love movies with cute actors, and I just get to sit in this freezing rain, trying to lick the mud out of my damned fur. Fucking vampires and their fucking good looks. We get the long shaggy hair, the dark angry faces, the sharp teeth and the raggy clothes. We get left on the street to die, to steal cars and TV's just to get enough money to buy a loaf of stale bread and a can of stiff soda. And for what, to watch as our enemies prance around in tailored suits and sleek shoes, to watch them become rich and famous while we starve in the gutters. I pushed the angry thoughts to the back of my mind and set my focus back on the twelve year old girl in the heavy grey jacket skulking through the pale yellow light of the dying street lamp. Her hands were set loosely in her pockets and her long blonde hair obscured her depressed face as she kicked a rock past the barred windows of a rough neighborhood convenience store. …and then things took a turn

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