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Summary
As humans are destroying the world, two ancient species, werewolves and vampires, are coming to fear man’s self-destruction as it means an end to their food-supply. The werewolves come up with a plan to drastically cut down the population to save the planet, along with themselves and vampires. But there is a third force out there, one trying to make the vampires and werewolves kill each other off so they could have the world. It is up to an unlikely pair, an alpha werewolf and a beautiful vampire, to try and save their species – and, incidentally, mankind.This novel was originally published under the title “Blood, Lust and War.” This version is revised and expanded.
Chapter 1: In a German Forest, 1643 AD
Chapter 1: In a German Forest, 1643 AD
In a dark forest, under a crown of tall trees, lit only intermittently by the moon drifting among the clouds, a hunter prowled. The dark, fur covered form, moved among the shadows, making no more noise than a slight stirring of the air, sniffed the air. Ahead he sensed the warm blood of a human. His lips curled back in a wicked grin. What fools these humans be! What stupid impulse made him leave the safety of the village and venture out into the dark where the night creatures roamed? He should have been in his hut, behind a barred door and hiding under his covers.
The beastly form moved in the direction where the scent grew stronger, a primitive hunger driving it to seek the stupid and luckless creature that would satisfy his need. His ears picked up a slight rustling of leaves and he knew his prey was very near. Around this tree…
Then he froze. In the dim moonlight he detected two forms in the small clearing. One was the human, an older man, curled up on the ground, shivering and moaning. The beasts could smell that he had wet himself in fear. He knew the man. Likely he was out on some desperate mission to poach game from the King’s lands.
The other figure, while human like did not smell like a human. The beast’s lips curled up in a silent growl.
“Come out of the shadows, wolf,” said the undead man.
The beast straightened up from his crotch. The growl that had been suppressed now came to his lips. It was low and deep. More beast-like than human although the creature it came from walked on two legs.
“The moon is full,” said the vampire. “You animals prefer to hunt by the moon, do you not?”
The werewolf said nothing. But it did take a step forward, his hands opening and closing, the talons a pale white in the faint light.
The vampire, with a show of super-human strength, picked up the old man by the neck with one hand. He held him off the ground as his feet weakly kicked.
“This one is mine,” hissed the vampire, sounding much like a snake. Without another word, he leaned forward and sank his fangs into the bared neck.
Seeing this, the werewolf howled, tilting his head back and letting his anger rise to the heavens.
After a few seconds, the vampire lifted his head and turned it towards the werewolf. Fresh blood coated his fangs as he smiled. “Tastes very good,” he said. “Better than fine wine.”
Growling again, the werewolf took another step forward. His body lowered as if preparing to leap.
The vampire dropped human and turned to face the approaching beast.
“What would you do, wolf?” he said and smiled. “You cannot eat of his flesh now. He is mine.”
The old man, seemingly unable to speak, sank to the ground, still shaking in fear.
What the vampire said was true and the werewolf knew it. Once the vampire bites a live human, the blood and flesh of that person no longer satisfies the nutritional needs of a werewolf. It was tainted by the virus that had turned a once live human into one of the undead.
“Would you fight over a meal you cannot have?”
Wanting very badly to slash that arrogant smile off the vampire’s face, the werewolf seemed on the verge of doing battle.
For a few long seconds the tableau held all three frozen. That was broken when the werewolf again turned his head up and gave forth with a long, blood-chilling howl.
The vampire smiled. He had won. This time. But it was an age old war between the two races who fed on the blood of humans. Another time the werewolf might rip the vampire to shreds. Or not. The vampires have strengths not shared with the werewolves. Often it was the blood sucker who won.
The werewolf ran off angrily. Before the night was over he would find prey. Even if he had to dare the village to steal one of those living there from their bed. A bloody, ripped corpse would be the sign of his work.
As for the human… If the vampire drank deeply, his body would be found drained of blood and lifeless. If he was not immediately killed, the virus now running through his veins might turn him into one of the living dead. He would have to seek out fresh blood to continue his existence. And he would. Even the undead want to live.