Name: Lessa
Race: Werewolf
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(Hmm new vampy! :D)

Name: Abel
Race: Newly turned vampire
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Lessa howled loudly. She was hungry. It was a full moon and she needed to eat bad. She ran quickly through the villiage in her full wolf form. She had to find something to eat. Seeing a young boy out of his home she pounced him to the ground. Her fangs were dripping wet as she bit down on his throat and lapped up the blood before it touched the ground. She felt so much better. The meat was warm and fresh.

(bloody first post lol)

(Lol woot bloody first posts. XD)

Darkness. That was the first thing Abel became aware of, the second was the cool ground he was currently laying on. Slowly he opened his eyes to be greeted with the sight of the night sky. "What...happened?..." the young man asked himself groggily. Almost immediately his mind began to flood with images. Him walking, bumping into someone, the feeling of his skin being pierced twice, a sucking feeling and the feeling of his blood exiting his body. They were broken images yes, but it was all his mind at the moment would bring forth.

'What...a nightmare...' he thought with a sigh though gingerly raised a hand to his neck where he recalled the feeling of pain. A frown passed over his features as his fingers came into contact with something wet. Bringing his hand around so his fingers came into sight, and the sight he saw made his eyes widen. 'No...that was...was only a nightmare...that can't be blood...' he thought shakily to himself. And yet he couldn't deny what he saw, it was indeed blood, his blood to be exact. This realization of course caused him to immediately shoot up from his laying position on the ground and into a sitting one. 'A doctor...Yes that's what I need a doctor...' he thought to himself as he turned his gaze to his side and was shocked to find he could see the shadowed wall beside him clearly. In fact he could clearly see everything within the shadowed alleyway.

This of course only succeeded in freaking him out a bit more. Nevertheless though he knew that at the moment that was the least of his problems. At the moment the only thing he knew for certain was that he needed to get to a doctor and quickly. Swiftly, a bit too swiftly for him and swifter then he knew he should have been capable of, he stood. Shakily still he began to make his way out of the alleyway and looked about him, an act he soon regretted. The sight that greeted him was of a wolf creature crouched over what appeared to be a boy with yet another sight of blood. His eyes widened at the sight, but it wasn't because of the sight itself but rather from a sudden impulse that seemed to consume him. 'Wha...what's going on?' he asked himself as he quickly crumpled down to his knees, wrapping his arms around him and began to shake.

An carnal urge seemed to consume him. The scent of blood wafted to him making his sense go slightly more insane then they were currently becoming. What he wanted was to drink as his throat became dry to an almost painful level. It was a sudden prick on his lip and the taste of blood from it that had caused him to realize what it was he wished to drink, and that was blood. He thirsted, no yearned for the blood flowing and being lapped up by the wolf creature.

But how could he? Only fairytale monsters did such things. Unconsciously his hand reached up feeling what had caused the prick upon his bottom lip that made him come to the realization of what he wanted. Soon his fingers discovered what had caused them and that only increased his trembling. His teeth had elongated and grown sharper...fangs...he had...fangs. Was he now a monster like what this wolf creature appeared to be? "No..." he whispered to himself terrified as it suddenly settled into his muddled brain that the wolf creature on the clearly dead boy and feasting on him was actually a werewolf.

Lessa stopped eating. She smelt something. Something very strange. She inhaled her tail between her legs and her ears laid back. She smelled a vampire. She smelled a new vampire. A fresh one. She turned looking at him with her glowing eyes. Her eyes were glowing red and her muzzle was covered in blood. Her tongue lolled out it to dripping with blood and slobber. She was a beutiful wolf. Her coat was a lovely shade of silver. She howled throwing her head up towards the sky. It was cloudly and suddenly the moon was covered by a cloud.

Suddenly the wolf writhed on the ground in pain as human features began to emerge. Her paws lashed out the fur coming off to be replaced with pale skin. Her fingers emerging perfect in appearance. Her feet and toes began to show up. Her body growing tall. Her hair falling down a palish brown color. She shivered from the cold air on her naked body. She looked at the man her green eyes blinking. She walked up to him with a grin.

"Hi there. I bet you are in a lot of confusion. Come with me."

She grabbed his hand pulling him towards the dead body. She dipped her fingers in the blood and put them to his lips.

"Taste it."

(Lol I wonder if he should be more shocked about his reaction, her transformation, or the faked she's naked...hmmm decisions decisions...XD)

Abel's shivering seemed to increase as the wolf's gaze came to rest on him. His eyes could clearly see the wolf creature, seeing both the beauty and the danger that the creature held. As his own pale blue eyes gazed upon the silvery fur a part of him desired to touch and possibly bury his face within it, while the other half that seemed to have the common sense, told him that would probably not be the best of ideas as it could prove fatal. As the blood dripped from the wolf's muzzle his pupils seemed to shrink and lock onto the droplets as they fell causing a new sort of shiver to creep up and through his spine as his body yearned to catch and taste them. This shiver of course was followed by another tremor of fear as the beautiful wolf creature howled and the area darken more, although his eyes could still clearly see the area.

The young male was soon seized by a pang of worry, perhaps one of the few things left from his now past humanity, as the creature suddenly began to writhe in pain. This of course was soon replaced more shock as the creature began to take on a more human form. Abel sat there as if entranced as he watched the fur gave way to pale skin, and paws turned to feet and hands that looked human. It wasn't long before the rest of the creatures body soon turned to that of a female with short palish brown hair and glittering green eyes. Perhaps it was mere shock that kept the young male there as the nude female approached him and perhaps it was the same thing that allowed his body to follow at her insisted pulling.

In truth he hadn't realized he followed until the dead body laid before him and fingers with the intoxicating scent of blood was pushed to his lips followed by words that he both heard and didn't hear. He didn't respond verbally, rather his body provided the response as the close scent of blood caused a glaze to appear in his eyes, as if in a trance, and his mouth to open as he seemed to suck greedily on the blood covered digits. His body still shook but if it was still in fear now or something more carnal it was hard to tell, the only thing passing through Abel's mind at the moment was the taste of blood and the desire to taste more. His mind at the moment seemed miles away and he began moving on an unknown instinct. His body, or rather fangs, seemed to decide since the fingers had brought forth the sweet nectar of blood that they were the source and commenced in an attempt to pierce them.

She yelped and pulled her fingers away from him. Her fingers felt like they were on fire and she growled. Her temper flaring. She willed herself to calm down. She pushed his face into the dead corpse so he could eat. A newly turned vampire had to eat soon or else it would die. She watched him to see what he would do. He was attractive looking to her she supposed.

Suddenly the moonlight came back and she fell on the ground. Her body took the opposite form that it had. It grew the fur and a tail and ears. She howled as her fangs came out and her pupils dialated.

She looked around doing her best to keep her mental state. The moon was only half out and if she wanted to keep from eating the vampire she had to run while her mind was sane. She ran away from him leaving the dead body alone with him. She had to get away. She ran swiftly her pads hitting the soft ground with no sound. She panted. Suddenly her mind came undone. Her animal instincts kicked in and she ran back towards the smell of blood.

(Hmmm the more I look at Abel's picture the more I have the desire to change it...XD As for the last part of my post...I don't know either...:XD)

The growl seemed to fall on deaf ears as the only thing that Abel seemed to know was that his body desired, no craved blood. For a brief moment though his trance seemed to snap as he felt the female's hand on him once more, but was soon lost as he once more was forced close to the scent and sight of blood. Almost immediately his trance fell on him once more and his body moved on instinct. His fangs sheathed themselves within the dead boy's neck as the taste of blood exploded into his mouth and consumed his senses.

Some distant part of his mind registered the sight of moonlight and the danger that it was presenting before him, but it was soon silenced by the thirst the young vampire felt. Unlike the growl though the howl of the now wolf creature reached his ears and registered enough for the pale blue gaze to rest on the magnificent wolf, and soon its retreat, before focusing once more on the feeding at hand.

It wasn't long though before the vampire male's thirst was sated enough for him to catch the returning scent of the female werewolf. Immediately his gaze turned up to confirm it before his fangs were detached enough for a slight warning hiss to escape his throat. His body and mind were still clearly laid helpless to his awakened vampiric instincts as what would have been his more human common sense seemed to be gagged and beaten roughly with a metal baseball bat, followed up by a fairly large fish.

(lol funny description)

Lessa ran back towards her kill. She saw someone close by it and growled. She charged the person going around them so that she was over her kill. Her fangs were dripping with saliva and she growled angrily. A vampire. A vampire was after her kill. She kept her fangs bared. She had her tail straight and ears down. She howled licking her kill momentarily marking it as hers. This creature had no right to be here. If it does not get away she was going to kill him.

(Lol wasn't it though? Although out of everything ever described I still liked "The big red dude on the chair" XD And I have officially decided the picture shall be changed...XD)

Abel's throat once more let a hiss escape, blood dripping from the now visible stained white fangs that marked him as a vampire. His body hungered for more blood and far be it the creature now standing over the source he had been feeding from to stand in his way. In the back of his mind the gagged and senselessly beaten common sense produced the muffled scream of 'RUN IDIOT RUN!' but the rest of his mind and body refused to obey. Against a werewolf a new vampling wouldn't win, although that didn't mean it would necessarily lose either. Rather chances would be they'd remain alive but their body would be fairly harmed and producing a fair quantity of pain and their life's blood. If they were truly lucky though perhaps they could get a bite at the werewolf, that although probably not fatal, would sting a bit more then a human bite.

(lol ^.^ trueeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I remember that lol )

Lessa growled and jumped into the air flying at the vampire. He was not leaving and she wanted him gone. She opened her jaws pouncing onto his chest causing him to fall to the ground. She stood on him growling her bloody fangs dripping on his face. He would leave now or he would die.

(I still go into a laughing fit at that one. XD)

Abel released a few more hisses of his own warning before watching the werewolf propel herself towards and at him. A whoosh of air left his lungs as the wolf creature landed on his chest, although he didn't really need the air now, and crumpled to the ground. There was an absence of fear in his eyes even as the werewolf stood over him with dripping canines in his face. Instead his instincts told him to simply match the fanged threat with his own and thus lashed out with his own fangs as they sought for a hit. He was not about to give up what his primal sense told him was given to him and he needed to survive. They too were the senses that guided him into retaliating against the attack at him.

( he he Ikr ^.^)

She growled dodging his fangs as she lashed back towards his face. Not on purpose but he attacked first so she had to attack again. It was instinct. There was no fighting it. She was an animal right now. She had animal instinct. She had to fight him back. Her claws dug into his chest.

(Lol it was as my sister would say 'a gooder'. XD)

Even as Abel's fangs missed his body seemed to continue to try and once more attempt an attack, even as the wolf retaliated herself. The vampire could feel the claws digging into his chest and soon felt the familiar trickles of blood as his skin was soon pierced. His own instincts continued to drive him forward, trying to escape, live, and fight. If his mind were it's own and not suppressed by pure instincts and hunger then perhaps he would have tried to get away and listen to the gagged voice of reason that continued screaming distantly in his mind. However as his blood continued to flow his thirst began to return, desperate for his body to regain what it was losing already. His limbs tried their best to push the wolf away, to prevent further damage from being done, but in their current position and in his current state of mind there was only so much that they could truly do.

Lessa resisted the hands shoving her away and lashed out with her fangs biting into the nearest one. She backed off gingerly. She stood over her food again growling. Her fangs were dripping his blood. Her lips lifted in a snarl. She howled loudly. She was not going to give up her food. She did not want to kill the vampire right now. Her prime instinct was keeping her food safe.

Despite his instinct controlled mind, Abel could clearly feel the pain of the bite and let out another hiss. He could feel more of his life blood leaving his body making it even clearer that the blood he had previously been drinking he was indeed in need of now. Once the werewolf backed off over the prey, that was being fought over, the young vampire took the advantage of it to quickly move into a crouched position.

His own fangs remained bared as the blood that had previous coated them began to dry from the cool night air. That thought alone was agonizing as his tongue and throat yearned to have the red liquid swishing around it once more and to experience the fresh taste of it. The werewolf however was a problem. He didn't move forward for an attack however, rather his instincts told him to merely stay and await the next attack to take advantage, after all in a position closer to the ground it would be much easier for him to move and avoid another lunge or snap and counter with a hit of his own.

Lessa growled at him her fangs still dripping. The vampire seemed to be staying where he was. She bent down and began to eat keeping her eyes on him and keeping her fangs bared. She growled at him as she ate hungrily. This creature was not going to steal her hard earned kill. She ate quickly keeping a continual growl. When she was full she turned and walked away. She had her ears perked up and her tail was high. She was not going to let him suprise attack her. She kept her sences up in case he decided to come after her.

Abel quietly watched, his own fangs still bared. He didn't seem moved by the constant growling, though it was hard to tell if the hungered vampire even registered the growling in his ears. The only thing coursing through his mind at the moment was the need for blood and nothing would prevent him from achieving that desire. And so the moment that the wolf creature turned and began to strode away from the carcass the newly vampire quickly moved to continue his own feasting.

The young male didn't care for the flesh but rather immediately sunk his fangs into the nearest vein and began drawing out what was once the life essence of the dead and mangled body of the boy. A small pang of a thought crossed his mind to follow after the werewolf and perhaps attempt to wound it as it had him, but a small amount of common sense was perhaps heard over its gag that told him to not give chase. Though perhaps it was the second thought that he would more then likely see the wolf creature again and the instinctual need for blood that kept him rooted to the ground he continued to crouch on. Weary, though entranced eyes however kept watch upon the wolf creature as he too was not one that was willing to allow a surprise attack. He had waited patiently enough for his turn and this time he was not about to give up his claim either.

Lessa wandered to a cave and curled up into a ball going to sleep. She was wellfed and tired now. She was not worried about this vampire anymore. He would not bother her when he was eating. As the night went on she transformed back to human in her sleep.

Lessa rubbed her eyes. She was naked. She was bloody. She was a mess. She went to a nearby lake and dived into the water. She got out and laid in the sun a while to dry off and then putting on some clothes she headed towards the town.

(Yay for insanity and torture. XD)

The body was drained before too long, but Abel's mind still refused to give way to logic. Instead the instincts that had guided him were soon replaced by fear as the sound of feet approaching the mess reached and registered in the newly turned vampire's ears. He couldn't move even though his mind screamed for him to, and by the time he regained some for of response from his body it was far too late. The vampire had already been surrounded as villagers had awakened at the sound of a piercing screaming and came rushing to see the source of the commotion. That was perhaps how he ended up where he was, locked away in a room, bound by chains to a wall.

Hours passed and the fear soon fled from his mind as it was soon replaced by the true Abel for what seemed to be a few fleeting moments as the reality of what had actually transpired finally reached him. He had fed on the blood of a dead boy at the 'encouragement' of a werewolf girl. The very thought of it made him sick to his stomach, the proof of which was the bloody liquid upon the floor. A wolf creature...that is what had killed the boy and he had...the thought of challenging such a creature brought along more fear. Once it left he fed once more on the dead boy. Afterward a patrolling villager had come shrieking about Abel murdering someone and a monster. That had brought the crowd, which had prevented his terrified fleeing. In his fear he had protested saying he hadn't killed the boy, but the blood around his mouth and his fangs told otherwise to the townspeople. It wasn't hard for them to subdue him enough to drag him here to await the morning sun that would shine through the bars of his only window and unmercifully hit his pale skin. They knew it wouldn't kill the vampire, but his skin would still feel pain from the rays and thus a suitable torture for the monster child.

Of course as if on cue, once everything had played back in Abel's mind, different and painful images began to flash before his tightly closed eyes. They say that, although a rare ability, some vampires can see the past images of memories of those they have tasted the blood of. It was a dreaded ability among vampires as the images caused pain within the vampire's whole being and could break their sanity down rather quickly. Lucky Abel appeared to have acquired such an ability, one that surely the townspeople would count as a blessing. For the rest of the night screams of anguish and pain came from the young vampire's room. Unable to curl into a protective ball, something that as a human he would do if in pain or terrified, and thus could not comfort himself even. The pain and torment seemed to last until the sun began to become visible, then a new painful torment was to commence...

Various people of the town began running about, heading towards the direction of the rumored caught vampire. The little beast was said to have killed someone and was now in for torture humans, being as twisted as they are, were scurrying to try and get within ear shot or even a place within the holding area to watch. The rumors had spread quickly through the town like wildfire and of course whenever a newcomer was seen the rumor was passed on and so soon even those outside of the town were getting the news and rushing to see.

A few young women rushed by Lessa, exclaiming excitedly amongst themselves. "Did you hear?! They caught a murderous vampire!" one shouted to one of the others. "Yes I know that's where I'm headed now! That filth deserves the torture that he's going to go through. We must be quick though if we want to get a good place to hear and possibly watch" one of the others quickly exclaimed as they rushed on their 'merry little way.'

Lessa frowned. A vampire? She could not remember anything that had happened last night but her curiosity made her follow the crowd. She followed them to the town and then to the jailhouse. She wondered what was going on? She knew she was a werewolf and she knew vampires existed. She figured it would be fun to see one die before she had to fight it. She peered in the little window and saw a miserable man chained to the wall. He looked awful.

"Are you really a vampire?"
She asked him.
Why did she care? She did not know but it was killing her to find out and something told her to save him somehow.

The moment that the sun had hit Abel's skin he was swimming in another world of pain as the rays of light began to burn at first what little skin was exposed. At the sounds of his whimpers of pain though two humans entered and had decided too little of him was being burned, and was soon the reason that his whole upper body was now exposed to the unforgiving rays of light. It wasn't long before the once pale skin was now an angry red color as the sunlight slowly began eating away at it. By the time a shadow of relief from the window appeared it was clear that the burns were either close or at a second degree.

The chained vampire twitched and flinched at the sound of a voice that seemed familiar as a pang of fear mixed in with his misery. Despite that though the silver haired head lifted to reveal a tear streaked face and pain ridden slightly glowing silver eyes. "That's...what I've been told..." came a whispered voice that sounded completely hoarse and pained though the fangs within his mouth were still obvious. It was clear that the male's throat was raw now, perhaps from all the screaming that he had been doing in the last couple of hours. In whole honesty he wasn't sure he would be able to scream again when the shadow of his 'visitor', not that he didn't have many already crowding around the cell door to get a first class view of the torture, possibly left and he would once more be exposed to the painful light.

"Hey get down! The light can't hit him when you're blocking it out!" yelled a man from the crowd that had gathered. A few others voiced their agreements to the shouted 'command'.

Lessa growled and moved away. She had to save him. He could not stay in the sun forever. These humans were barbaric. She was disgusted by them. They needed help very much. She went around to the prison house entrance and walked in. The guards were outside trying to keep the crowd in order. She had been practising forced change and now was as good as a time as any. She pushed the door open and peeked inside. The guards were trying to keep the people from getting to close to the window. She sighed and stood in the hall. She had to do this fast. She closed her eyes and concentrated trying to let her werewolf side out. It was no good. She concentrated harder and she managed to get ears and a tail. Well that did not do her much good. She sighed. There had to be something she could do. Lessa thought back to her past and got an idea.

Years ago Lessa was nothing but a wolf. When her friend a demon needed her help she let Lessa drink her blood and that turned her into a werewolf. She grinned. Alana was on her way. It only took a short time before she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Hello Alana. I need your help. We need to rescue this vampire."

Alana peered inside with a grin.
"Easy."

(now you know a little more about lessas past ^.^ She was litterally created during a role play on this site lol I liked her so much I kept her.)

Alana walked into the room staying out of site. Suddenly when the time was right she exposed her wings and pulled the chains from the wall. She grabbed the vampire and flew up. She burst through the ceiling sending stuff flying. The people all freaked out and ran around screaming.

(Lol woot. I think though I actually remember rping with one of your werewolves named Lessa at some point. It was in one of Sinsue's roleplays where I played a fox demon that was fluffy and black in his foxy form. XD And yay there's Alana! XD)

The people were not the only one's freaking out, and although mental only at the moment, Abel found himself a bit...surprised...by the events. Perhaps were it not for the full force of the sun now beating ruthlessly down on his exposed skin the young vampire would have attempted to struggle. At the moment though the only true movement his body seemed willing to do was attempt to curl himself smaller to try and hide some of the more painful areas of his exposed skin. Tears that the young male had thought dried up and were exhausted began streaming down as the pain and mental fear assaulted him maliciously. Silver eyes only opened briefly to glance up to see the winged female that had pulled him from the room and now had a hold of him before tightly closing again to be shielded from the sudden burst of blinding light to them.

(Lessas my only werewolf lol ^.^ shes to epic to lose. and yes Alana is back ^.^)

Alana quickly flew to a nearby cave and went inside with him. Lessa would be there soon. She was much faster than a human. She looked over the vampire curiously. He was in a lot of pain and very damaged. She sighed. She put her wrist to his lips to let him drink. It would not harm her and demon blood would make his body heal much faster.

"Drink. You wont hurt me. You need the food. I am Alana a friend of Lessas."