Silver Moon: Introduction

    

The great, silvery moon rose above the treetops in Turkey, and the villagers locked their doors quietly, not wanting to wake children that were sleeping behind the large bolts of iron attached to the doors.  it was around the 15th century, and Vlad the Impaler, or Dracula, was ruler of the land like his fathers had been before him; the many Mirceas that had ruled the family for decades. 
Vlad was involved with a war at the time; an eternal war between two races of supernatural powers that had ruled the world since ancient times: Vampires and Werewolves.  Vlad had built a castle to keep away the attacks of werewolves on a tricky peak that was almost a sheer cliff on all sides.  It was called Castle Dracula, a safe haven for all vampires, and away from those dreaded beasts of the night.  But one thing that you must realize about this story, is that it favors werewolves above all other supernatural powers of the medieval world. 
Everything had turned to chaos during this period, and vampires began to hunt for sport rather than need, but the werewolf clan found themselves destroying more and more vampires at a time, just to keep them all within the limits that were set.  Blood poured down the gutters of streets everday, and the smell lingered each time werewolves were forced to massacre their enemy.  Villagers found large piles of dirt where the werewolf clan had buried the bodies of many vampires, time and time again.  The forest was plagued with them, and the villagers began burning the bodies out in the sun after the creatures of the night were released from their nocturnal curse.        
The supernaturals were strong during that time, and fighting for the land that belonged to them.  They ruled the world with their force, but the werewolves kept it under control as their relentless enemies created more victims. 
THERE WAS EVENTUALLY NO PLACE THAT EITHER OF THE CLANS COULD GO, AND A HORRIBLE WAR BROKE OUT AFTER THE SKIRMISHES AND ARGUMENTS OF EARLY TIME.

Chapter#1:

The wind blew softly on my fur as the moon rose above the glimmering water of the lake.  I was a werewolf, enemy of all Vampires, relentless to their breed.  I was new to the werewolf clan, but experienced.  I had already become a leader of one of the troops, and tonight was my final test: to see how well I could rip a Vampire, limb from limb.  My kill was the authorative, but weak right hand man to Dracula.  I had to kill him, and I was ready. 
A sound in the shrub, across the lake, got my attention, and i slipped into the water, gliding with ease, and unseen against the black of night.  My black fur hid me well as it blended into the black, oily water.  their only warning would be my bright, glowing eyes, and a snarl of hatred and hunger.
I approached shore, and waited in the water.  A tall, thin fellow surrounded by 3 burly, fanged servants appeared from out of the trees, and one bulging Vampire stopped for a drink.  Now was my chance to make them wonder what hit them.  i growled, and grabbed the Vampire's neck, plunging him into the murky depths.  Biting him acrross the neck, I quickly disposed of him.  A werewolf's bite is worse than his howl, and is the only other way to kill a Vampire properly.

The remaining vampires turned around, suspicion and fear in their eyes.  Dracula's right hand man turned paler than the dead.  I grinned fiercly, and glided down the shore to ambush them again.  they would never escape, as long as they didn't take on their true shapes, and mock me from the trees.  Werewolves couldn't climb trees, strange as it sounds, but I was of a new breed, and could easily scale walls.
The Vampires walked further down the shore, and I picked a rock from the bottom of the lake, and tossed it out of the water, where it returned with a splash.  It was a big rock.  they turned around, and the other two bulging servants came up to the edge of the water, surveying the surface intently.  I grabbed ther ankles, and pulled them under, ripping their necks, and freeing stolen blood into the water that had coursed through their veins.
Now was my time to strike.  I leaped out of the water, crouching on the sandy shore.  the wimpy Vampire stood there, shivering and quaking with fear.  Dracula only kept the Vampire for his intelligence, not his physique.
Rising to my full height of seven feet, nine inches, I growled with forbodding.  The Vampire was glued to a tree trunk, his eyes so wide open, that i thought they would fall out of their sockets.  i grinned devilishly, and the vampire flinched, gulping down a serving of blood.
I roared and lunged at him with mighty strength, and ended up taking a chunk of wood from the tree.  the vampire, though wimpy, was quite fast.  He ran through the trees, and I followed after, catching up to him after a while of clawing away shrubs and tangled vines.  He tripped over a rock, and I pinned him down, my eyes glowing with hunger.
He struggled, and my claws ripped into his shoulders.  His blood leaked out, and I could feel my stomach rumble.  It clawed at my insides, and I didn't care how vile vampire blood was at the moment.
I raised a claw, and struck him across face.  He howled with pain, and struggled fiercely, but it wouldn't work.  He stared at me pleadingly, blood pouring down his face like red tears.  The moon outlined him with silver.  The glow was so alluring, and I took my claws and dug them deep into his chest.  He sputtered and coughed.  He writhed about, gasping, blood leking from his new wound and from his mouth.  His eyes rolled back into his head.  He groaned, and became suddenly relaxed.  It was done.
I drew back, prying my claws from his chest, and slung him over my shoulder.  It was a time to celebrate, and I would enjoy myself with a great raid on the humans.  I could almost taste the flesh in my mouth.  The hunger inside clawed viciously, but i managed to live with it.