The wind howled, like a werewolf at the moon. It was cold. Mid-November cold.
It was the twntyfifth, and only five more days untilthe slayer would stop hunting us until 2011. The reason was because the slayers may accidentally kill a civillian, since everyone was a blood sucking fiend around the holidays.
My name is Steven. I am a vampire that is part werewolf. I follow Caludar, the oldest, most powerful Vampire around. His brother Nialuc, is the oldest, most powerful werewolf, so they are like me.
I want to tell my story of the war between the Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and Humans. I should Probably start at the beginning.
It was the twntyfifth, and only five more days untilthe slayer would stop hunting us until 2011. The reason was because the slayers may accidentally kill a civillian, since everyone was a blood sucking fiend around the holidays.
My name is Steven. I am a vampire that is part werewolf. I follow Caludar, the oldest, most powerful Vampire around. His brother Nialuc, is the oldest, most powerful werewolf, so they are like me.
I want to tell my story of the war between the Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, and Humans. I should Probably start at the beginning.
Post a Comment
Be the first to comment on this article!