Burning Desire

Vampires and werewolves have been around for centuries. They are the oldest living creatures, and terrifying hunters. One feeds on the blood of homosapiens and the other feeds on the flesh of mammals, which sometimes includes a human if it is a rogue wolf. The wolves are vicious; using their sheer numbers to terrify the population of the new world. However, there was something interesting about these two supposedly mystical creatures, something not many people know.   They were actually allies not too long ago. Since the human world consists of omegas, alphas, and betas, so does the mystical world that these creatures hide in. They integrated into the human world around the 12th century, staying allies since the human didn’t understand them. By the 15th century, they had learned how to hide among them and keep their secret. Their helpful relationship between the two tribes then began to fail around the 17th century, when a few werewolves among the Algonquian tribe attacked Jamestown, killing almost half the vampire population that had integrated within them as well as many of the humans.   No one knows why the Algonquian tribe really attacked Jamestown, however most assumed it was just part of the white men torturing the red men and the red men retaliating. The truth was never told, fear of the creatures’ identity being reveled had held back anyone trying to figure it out. Though, this ruined the relationship between the two powerful beings, and thus begins the great divide between vampires and werewolves.   For years, the vampires and werewolves feuded and fought, many lives lost. A strict rule became that no vampire shall mate with a werewolf and vice versa. This was so strict, that many lovers lost their lives to this melancholy rule. Tempting fate, a few got away creating hybrids between vampires and werewolves, only to perish at the stake when the truth was revealed. Many of the creatures went back into hiding, as the rest stayed among the humans and continued to live peacefully among them; only when the creatures weren’t fighting with each other.   Around the 21st century, things had calmed down. The great depression of the 20th century had brought the creatures back together momentarily, only to fall apart again around World War II. After the last major world war, the creatures didn’t associate with each other nearly as much as they had before. The fighting had become almost nonexistent, except for a few feuds here and there. They had become cold and distant to each other, nothing like they were when they entered the new world. Territories were mapped out with rules placed among them that, if broken, would lead to prison instead of death.   It stayed like this for a while, Zachary remembered hearing his grandfather say after his life was saved. He was a young man in the early 1900s when he had become ill due to what is now known as tuberculosis. He laid, coughing up blood in the dirty streets of Chicago around 1930, feeling his life slip from him. Suddenly a dark figure approached him with an eerie presence, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. It felt as if the sky had darkened around them, enveloping them in inky blackness, the only light available coming from the figure’s eyes. His breathing trembled deeply as he watched the figure approach him, realizing it was a man. Though, this didn’t calm him down; the man’s eyes were glowing a bright blue, which was unusual. Suddenly, a bit of moonlight had cast over both, revealing each the other’s features.   Zachary had jet black hair and was quite frail. His eyes were a deep green, hiding the forest behind the droopy lids as he struggled to hold them open. He was dressed in dirty farming clothing; a semi long-sleeved wool shirt with dark brown trousers including suspenders. Zachary had lost his hat, almost lost his mind at this point since he didn’t think he could truly be seeing what he was gazing at. Looking up through clouded green eyes, Zachary tried to make out the man’s features. He noticed the man had almost white hair with a few greys hidden in the snow like strands. A large dark brown trench coat sat on his shoulders, revealing how broad he was; those glowing blue eyes, almost as deep as the bluest ocean, and then looking towards the man’s mouth, Zachary jumped. For you see, this man had two long k-nine teeth protruding from his lips. That was the last thing Zachary remembered before blacking out, his wheezing getting worse as his head slammed into the cobblestone street.   When Zachary woke up, all he could see was brightness. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the sunlight pouring into the large room he was in, making his mind race and wonder. Confusion sat on his face as he tried to remember the night before. A sharp pain pierced the left side of his neck, just below his jaw. Moving his hand up, he felt his fingertips brush against a bandage. The room was painted in a dark grey, making the room much warmer that it should have been. There weren’t many paintings on the walls, only a few drawings seemingly hung up randomly, many of them depicting dark creatures. The bed was a large king-sized bed, adoring red covers and a red sheet shoved against a hickory headboard. Slowly, the young man began to stand up, looking around the rest of, well what seemed like a mansion. Though, he couldn’t remember how he got there or where he was, or why the f**k was the room so bright!?   He felt a sudden pain in his stomach, and then a sudden anger followed by adrenaline coursing through his veins. Looking around, he could smell something amazing, better than anything he had ever smelled before. His mouth watered as he neared the smell, only to find himself by a back door. Opening the heavy dark wood door, he stepped into the sunlight feeling a sudden pain in his eyes and the back of his head, quickly moving away and into a nearby shade provided by a large oak tree. Sticking to the shadows, Zachary followed that delicious sent, his mouth drooling, and found out he was surprisingly fast for being sick the night before. Suddenly, he was on his target, the smell stronger than ever before. Looking around, Zachary spotted a deer and then recoiled, feeling sick to his stomach for a moment.   “W-What the f**k?” he whispered, confused as to what was going on. He then felt a tingle in his gums as the smell followed him around the trees, finding him in the darkness of the shadow. Feeling a poking at his lips, he reached a shaky hand up and touched two very small fangs. Mortified, he felt tears well up in his eyes. Of course, he had heard the stories of the demonic vampires, the creatures who can only live through the night and feasts on blood; with cold dead fingers and hair that lightens up, never growing old and only growing stronger. His mother had warned him about these creatures before she had died of the same disease he was dying of. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around so fast that he heard the wind whistle around his ears, he was found facing the man from the night before. Then, he suddenly regained a few flash memories as he slipped in and out of consciousness that night. Passing out in the street, the man carrying him to his car, a bite so hard he felt as if he was dying, the cool taste of undead blood, and then relief.   The man gave a calming smile now, not like the ominous one he had plastered onto his face the night before. It scared the hell out of Zachary still, however. Then, the man began to speak. “Relax now child. I will explain everything to you, and even teach you how to hunt.” His voice was deep, calming, and almost melancholy. Zachary’s stomach growled as his eyes began to glow a bright green, brighter than any other emerald this world has ever seen before. The man chuckled, however, very softly as not to scare their prey off. Turing Zachary to face the deer, he watched as the creature picked at the grass and looked around his surrounds, not seeing the hunter getting into position. “Now...” the man begun, “what you want to do is go for the throat. The left side is better of course, especially since your fangs haven’t fully grown in yet. And be careful with the sun. It won’t kill us, just burn us really bad, so try and stay in the shade.”   As the man finished, Zachary felt everything around him go silent. All he could see and hear was the deer just five yards from him. His feet and fingers tingled with anticipation, his heart almost stopping as his breathing slowed nearly to a halt. Then, the jumped and lunged at the animal, finally having his first meal.