WARNING: Lovino's mouth and minor swearing

Kill all who don't surrender immediately.

That was the only command the general army was given before it was set out to the castle. This final push with the army against the castle had the goal of ending the thousand year war between werewolves and vampires.

A thousand years ago, the head of the royal vampire family slaughtered the children of the head of the German wolf pack, leaving their young infants orphaned. Livid with anger, the werewolves swore revenge, thus sparking the war between the two species that seemed as though it would never end. Nine hundred years passed and neither side seemed to be gaining any advantage over the other; when finally, head of the royal vampire family fell ill.

As soon as their leader fell ill, they moved the royal family into one of the oldest unused castles in their possession. The fighting died down and slowly vampire numbers dwindled. The werewolves were easily winning, and eventually, the only vampires that anyone heard of were the rumored dead royal family and the wanderers that swore they would not interfere with the war in exchange for their lives.

A hundred years passed like that, no battles happening and just idle follow ups on possibly leads as to where the vampire royal family retreated. But just as soon as the end of the war was going to be declared, as there was no trace of an enemy to be found, a vampire was caught.

She was a Hungarian vampire, one that two of the German werewolf princes had once known very well. She was brutally interrogated. And from that interrogation the werewolves found where the vampire royal family was hiding, and also discovered more up-to-date information on what was going on with the vampires.

Apparently, hidden somewhere in Sicily was a large castle with an underground labyrinth of living quarters underneath it. The remainder of the living and loyal vampires had retreated there and supposedly even they were building their numbers rapidly. The royal family's numbers, since they had last been seen, had dwindled drastically. The old head was still the current head of the family but his health wasn't going to last much longer. He only had one living son left and that son had three children, a set of twin boys and another son that was younger by a few decades. The news of the twins was startling, seeing as twin vampires were nearly unheard of. On another front of thinking, even if the vampires had regained some numbers, they could still have no chance of defeating the werewolves.

That had been two weeks ago. Since then the werewolves had reassembled their forces and found the castle. They spent the past two weeks planning their strategy and finally the moment was upon them.

Antonio sighed as he waited with his two companions for the signal to charge. Francis was pacing impatiently, as was Gilbert. It was Francis's job to get Gilbert into the castle safely, as Gilbert was supposed to aid his grandfather in getting the revenge for the murders that started the war. Francis was then supposed to kill anyone he ran into inside the castle while Antonio was part of the team that was supposed to catch anyone who escaped from the castle above ground.

They doubted there would be many trying to flee above ground, especially considering the underground labyrinths, but it was a precaution that could not be overlooked. So the three waited restlessly, all in wolf form, for the signal that would begin the end of this horrible war.

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"Good luck Gil." I barked at my albino best friend. His red eyes jumped over to meet my green ones and he laughed at me. "I've waited a thousand years for this Toni, I don't need luck."

Francis rolled his eyes at us just a moment before the howl could be heard loud and clear over the sounds of the forest, signaling the start. In the next instant I watched as my two best friends sprinted off, and silently prayed for them. I only got to watch for a moment before I set off quickly after them, since we were about a mile out from the actual castle.

The trees blurred past me with ease as I ran, screeches and the sound of vampire flesh being torn accompanied them as already they were being easily heard over the sound of the howling of the pack and even the sound of the fire that had been started in the castle at the sound of the signal.

As I reached the castle I saw Gil and Francis jump through a second story window and disappear into the castle. The screaming was louder now and the flames must have caught something flammable because they were as loud as drums to my ears, granted my ears are hypersensitive, but that is beside the point.

I paced outside, waiting for anyone to try and break out and make a run for it. Minutes stretched into an hour and then that hour into hours, and despite being able to hear the rumbling from what must have been the fighting underground, I grew tired. I knew this job was going to suck. Eventually I gave up pacing and sat down, watching the windows I had been assigned.

My eyes were just starting to slip shut from exhaustion of maintaining my wolf form for so long when I saw someone jump from the window and make a break for it. The next second, naturally, I was bolting after them.

They had to be a woman from how the dark cloak they were wearing clung to their form. She was fast but not as fast as most vampires she ran, as though she was going slow for some reason. As tempted as I was to let her go, she was probably injured or something and was going to die anyway, I couldn't ignore orders. So without further ado, I pounced, easily pinning her to the ground and grasping her throat with my jaws.

I yanked her neck back and forth before tossing her over my shoulder, tearing her cloak off her as I did so. She hit the tree behind me with a loud thud and crack. Slowly, I turned back around and stared her down.

She was beautiful honestly, but technically all vampires were. She had pale green eyes and short golden hair that barely touched her shoulders. She had to be a maid from the looks of it. Slowly she lifted her bloody head up to look at me. Blood was gushing from her neck, but that didn't seem to bother her. Her soft eyes were filled with tears. "Please! Please, sir, don't kill him. I don't care if you kill me, but just don't kill my son! He's only a child!"

Her child? The hell? What is she even talking about? "What child?" I asked as I morphed back to my human form, only in a pair of loose shorts and nothing else.

The moment I finished morphing, I instantly regretted it. The second after I finished, a small pair of fangs pierced my right shoulder from behind. I howled in pain, as I yanked the small creature from its spot and threw it at the girl, who quickly caught it and hugged it tightly.

I threw a glance over my shoulder and at the woman's cloak. Ah, that explains it. She had been holding the small vampire while she ran, which slowed her down, and when I tore her out of cloak I accidently tore it from her arms.

Focusing my attention back on the pair, I examined the small child in her arms. He appeared near the age of a three-year-old human child, meaning he was most likely older. He had golden eyes and dark brown with a slight hint of red hair. He was glaring at me and as we made eye contact he jumped up and pulled out a small dagger, murmuring in Italian furiously at me. But before he could charge the woman flung herself around him. "He surrenders!"

The small boy looked confused but the woman, his mother clearly, talked at me. "Please, he's my only child. He can't even hunt. Spare him. Kill me in his place. Please. I'm begging you." The small boy seemed distraught and furious by her words.

"No!" He whimpered out as she let him go and stood, walking towards me.

"Please sir, I will not fight you if you swear to save him." Her eyes were filled with tears and I felt my heart twinge. In one swift moment, before I could regret the decision, I ripped her head from her body, splattering her blood and killing her in an instant. I tossed the head behind me and looked back down at the small boy.

His golden eyes were wide in shock and horror. I could only guess what he was thinking as I slowly stalked towards him, not letting my expression show any of my emotions. Once I got within three yards range from him he started screaming. They weren't screams of physical pain or anger, they were those of gut wrenching, horrified incomprehensible emotional pain. Ignoring them, I reached down and pulled the small toddler into my arms. Naturally, he started violently thrashing around, trying to get free, and yelling most likely the worst insults his young mind knew in Italian at me as he flailed.

I ignored him entirely as I walked. God, what the hell was I doing? Saving a baby vampire, a voice in the back of my mind answered. I was going to be in so much trouble when I got back. But I couldn't just kill him. He was a baby for crying out loud!

Eventually his screams and flailing died down and he fell asleep in my arms, poor little guy tuckered himself out. After a half hour of walking once he had fallen asleep, I arrived back at the castle. The fire had been put out and they were piling up bodies in a large hole that was most likely going to be used as a mass grave.

I looked around idly for Gil or Francis, immediately fearing the worst, but I didn't have to worry long as I heard my name being yelled. "Toni!" I happily turned around in time to see Gil and Francis run towards me eagerly.

I turned and they immediately froze. "Antonio why the fuck are you holding a vampire brat?" Gil said bitterly, glaring at the sleeping boy.

"Look, he surrendered, and his mom begged me, okay? And I will not slaughter some innocent child." I said in my own defense.

Francis just laughed at us. "Gil, what're you upset about? He did does follow the rules for letting them live. Why don't you just tell Toni what he missed and scold him later?"

Gil glared for a second before bursting out into a wide grin. "We killed them! Their leader and heir are both dead. I killed them myself." He said with a triumphant grin. "They don't know where the heirs of the heir went but they'll be hunted down and killed in no time, I'm sure."

I smiled happily as he proceeded to retell the story as we walked into the castle. To celebrate, there was going to be a feast in the vampire's own castle just for the mockery of it.

Reluctantly I found a room to stay the night in, as it was also planned to let the army stay the night just in case we missed any vampires. The underground had already been sealed up so I picked a room on the third floor and changed into some actual clothes. I laid the tiny toddler down onto the bed and smiled at him. He looked so cute~! I was about to stroke his hair but I heard Francis call for me. With a sigh I went to the door, I looked over my shoulder at the small boy one last time. "Sleep well little one, tomorrow's going to be hell for you." I murmured as I slid out of the room and closed the door behind me, silently praying that he would be allowed to live.

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Ugh…. What the fuck happened? Groggily I sat up, and looked around the room. The hell? Why was I sleeping in a servant's room? I was about to voice my confusion when I noticed my body. I was a toddler….? Wait…. I would only go into a toddler form if- FUCK WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SMELL?!

I hissed out-loud as my nose analyzed the smell. Mutt. Fucking werewolves. Slowly my brain recalled what had happened. We were attacked by werewolves and Bella took me and fled. Bella…. Oh god Bella… I put my head in my hand as I silently prayed that mutt that killed her made it painless, it had been hard to tell from where I watched.

With a pained sigh I went over to the window, mass grave. Lovely. I scanned the room before looking back out through the window. My people…. There were hardly any mutt bodies down there. But if there were that many vampire bodies…. How many of us were left? A cold pang of fear ran through my body at that thought. That was enough bodies to be most of if not all the vampires in our castle. It had been a slaughter….

Anger boiled in my blood. I could have done something! But no! That asshole old man who started the whole damn thing insisted that me Feli, and Marcello be taken far away for safety. Well look where that got us?! I thought angrily as I went back to the bed and flopped down on it, letting my emotions surge over me.

Years worth of emotion training flooded my mind as I slowly did the most basic exercise I had been taught. Carefully I went through my emotions and turned them off. Bella. Off. My people. Off. My family, most likely, off. My castle. Off. Tears. Off.

I let my mind swirl around the idea of which emotion I should let myself have. Eventually out of the darkness the memory of Bella's pale neck being torn off her small body returned to my mind. If I had just fucking changed back to my actual age… I could have saved her… Bella… I'm so sorry…. That death I could have prevented… making it my own fault.

My eyes snapped angrily back open. I would avenge her death. She died saving me. And I'll die making that Spanish mutt pay. Then I'll worry about everything else. If I discover some survived, I'll be the heir they need to stand at his father's side and show that this wasn't the end for us. Revenge first. People second. I yawned and stretched out and into a more comfortable position, silently marveling at how big the bed seemed from a toddler's point of view.

First I'll gain the mutt's trust…. If he's idiotic enough to let your enemy live then that shouldn't be hard…. Then I'll figure out what to take from him to destroy him…. Then I'll act…. And destroy that son of a bitch. Or die trying. Or so help me my name isn't Lovino Vargas.

AN: Thanks for reading! I'd really appreciate a review or something because honestly if this doesn't go over well I'll probably forget about it and never update. But if this gets enough reviews I'll definitely be putting adding the next chapter to the top of my priority list.