Hello there! This is my first Young Avengers fan fiction; how momentous. This story will be an alternate universe story. I hope you all find the idea interesting, because I happen to really like it. Basically, this is a story about the Avengers being werewolves and vampires. Cassie and Kang are werewolves. Billy is a vampire-sorcerer. Eli and Kate are vampires. Teddy is a shape-shifter. I've decided not to include Speed or Vision. H'okay? Read and review: tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Avengers or anything Marvel related.

Chapter 1: Patrol Duties


I had come to learn a few things when I first saw my new neighbor, as he moved his belongings from a large, silver pickup-truck, into his new town house. Firstly, even from the few feet between us as I went to retrieve my mail, I learned that he was the sweetest smelling thing on the whole planet. The blood that coursed through his well-built body screamed my name.

Secondly, I learned that he was a shape-shifter. There was a distinct smell that tickled my nose every time he walked by.

Above all, if I were to pursue him, he'd get caught in a deadly war.

And then I had finally concluded that if I didn't pull my eyes away, I'd find myself falling in love with him even faster. That was dangerous for my kind and I'd drag him into some deep water. The kind of murky water that I lived in.

Finally his sapphire orbs slammed into my own, pushing back my stare, making me suddenly feel nervous. I smiled and held up a hand. Crap, I thought. I remembered my human etiquette and began to breathe as I hurried up the stairs.

I don't think he would've been able to tell what I was. I came to the conclusion that he must've just been being friendly because he was new. Shape-shifters, I assumed, have great noses, but I was downwind. It would certainly dampen my plans if he had smelled me that quickly and had decided to either move to a new home or to attack me.

I dropped the mail on my marble counter, letting the letters make a slightly patting noise on the cool top. I ran a hand through my hair, removing some strands from my eyesight. I couldn't believe I had made such a fool of myself. I was so stupid, but I was entranced.

With fluidity and natural grace, I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I looked in the mirror, going over all of my last minute details. Tomorrow would be my twenty-first birthday, the night I became eternal. In the mirror was a nice view, I must say, as narcissistic as it was.

I examined my body in the mirror and came to the conclusion that I absolutely loved myself. I was athletically built, not overly muscular and not as bony as a runner, but I had defined muscles and a lean frame. Locks of raven hair in every-which-direction covered my scalp, just ending near the middle of my ears. My eyes were a piercing cerulean. Facial expression and visage, like the rest of my kind, were fine-tuned and absolutely beautiful. Too bad the others of my kind couldn't control their appetites, other wise they might be models too.

I'm a special case in the, let's say, the "magical world". I'm from a family with two very distinct, completely polar-opposite, heritages. First off, my mother gave me my great looks, gracefulness, and generally inhuman power. She's vampire. My father gave me extra powers: powers of magic. That was because he was a warlock. During the late nineteenth century, when my parents met, there was no such thing as interspecies marriages. There were none at all. However, they defied this tradition, practically law, and fell in love.

My mother had been turned when she was only twenty three years old. She's now over two-hundred years old, but her twenty-three year old body has been roaming the earth ever since. Vampires have eternal life, as they are technically the undead. It's weird, being twenty-one while your two-hundred-and-something year old mom looks like she's finishing college. Have it be, I am vampire. However my case is different because of my father.

While most worlocks live for quite a while, my father had been blessed with immortality at the age of twenty-seven, after he used his magic to save Ilyria, Queen of the witches. With his magic, he had given me a choice at birth, to either become a mortal or remain bound by the undead. When I was born, I was born a vampire. Vampires having children is seldom rare. Most vampires are turned after being bitten by another vampire. However, my mom successfully birthed me, and only a few years later, gave birth to a set of twins; my annoying little brothers, who aren't so little anymore.

Tomorrow is my twenty-first birthday and I need to look good when I die. Who wants to be an ugly immortal? I certainly didn't. I finished my examination of myself and sat on the bed. I sighed. The thought of my new next door neighbor was fresh in my mind. I couldn't even think about dying when the possibility of him knowing about me existed.

I could always just go to the office where my friend Kate worked. However, she would most likely be out, roaming the city. I smiled thinking about Kate. She had been born into a wealthy vampire family. No one dared to give them trouble since they were of pure blood. My family was wealthy; however we were still looked at as menaces to our race because the sorcery in our blood could be smelt. Kate hardly had to work, but she loved to be free of her house-hold. She designed many lines of clothing and successfully put them out into the industry. She was a girl of talent. Her biggest talent though was lavishing herself and her friends with her father's money.

She was probably out walking around on some busy street, window shopping, six months early for Christmas. Unlike other creatures of the night, vampires do enjoy being diurnal, whereas creatures like werewolves, our enemies, desperately require moonlight to hunt. That doesn't prevent them from being out in their human forms during the day, but I know they much prefer running around at night. What sets me apart from other vampires, due to my father's blood, is that I can't be killed by stake through the heart, holy water, or religious objects.

I myself find light in having a God. Yes, that's right. I'm the only vampire on the face of the Earth who seeks guidance in the Lord Almighty. I serve no devil, because there's none to fear. My life is a paradox. That's why everyone hates me. As well as being a vampire who is neither good nor bad, I break the vampire code by not drinking blood. My mother, since I was five years old, has always taught self-restraint. It was not easy; however it was worth it in the end. My family is looked upon as being freaks, but we live in New York City. Vampires in South America, Africa, Asia, and Australia have an easier time attaining human blood because the areas are either overly populated or so desolate no authorities would notice a decline in the population.

There are vampires on basically every continent, excluding Antarctica. Our numbers do not make up any large percent of the population. There are about several hundred vampires in the world. What makes our city so different is that there are actually three families of vampires. Usually members of our species like to keep away from neighboring clans, as not to be rude or overkill a food supply. However, the three families in our city are close friends, who have all made agreements and deals in order to sustain order and safety within our city.

On the other hand, other magical people happen to live in our city. Normally we can see or smell them, but we do not intrude on their life style. We, the magical folk, are keen on keeping ourselves unknown to the human world. There's only been one recently growing problem, which is why having my new next-door neighbor around so difficult. The werewolves in our city, who usually avoid our seethes, have been moving in on our territory and have killed two people.

While I do not drink blood, other members of the vampire seethes do. We meticulously pick out humans who will not be seen as missing. People with miserable lives or thoughts of suicide also do us well for food. Territorial boundaries are set up among the predators in the United States, but these werewolf packs have invaded our territory. This meant that I, unfortunately, was to patrol the city. I hoped I lived to see my twenty-first.

While I have vampire genetics, I am not yet a vampire. I have the stunning looks and physical strength, but I do not have the immortal life. Not yet at least. Due to my father's insistence, I am still a human, fragile against other creatures, like say, werewolves. When I was born he had granted me the choice to live and die like the sorcerers of the world, or live an eternity with the vampires. As of tomorrow I would join the immortal world.

Tonight I would have to be on my guard especially. Maybe I would call Kate just to be safe…

My ears perked sudden as there was a rapping on my front door. I wondered who it could be since I hadn't planned on having any visitors. Using my vampire qualities, I zipped downstairs in all of two seconds and stopped at the front door. I straightened my clothes and stance, then grasped the cold metal of my door knob and turned it. When I opened the door, the light from the sunset draped itself all over my door way, allowing me to view my guest.

My un-beating heart started up again and then re-stopped. In the door way was my drop-dead sexy neighbor. He was smiling, revealing perfect rows of white teeth. I wanted to smile back, but I couldn't. I think I was staring again, but I was assessing him. He was a built man, muscle rippling under a nicely fit shirt. His sandy hair was shorter than his ears, slightly spiked. His eyes scanned my vacant expression. In his ears were multiple piercings. He was two or three inches taller than me, staring down intently. I'm not even sure how long I had stared for.

Then he made a small gasping noise. I shuddered. "You're Billy Kaplan." He said.

Oh, joy, a fan, I thought, suddenly meeting his eyes. I smiled and I could sense his heart rate hitch just slightly. I smiled even wider, almost grinning.

"Um…yeah. Nice to meet you." I extended my arm out halfway to meet his hand. His hand connected with mine before he shook it. Electric surges ran down my arm, but it wasn't my powers that did it.

"I'm Teddy Altman, the new neighbor, though I'm sure you've noticed," he said as he released my hand. Suddenly the warmth was gone. I almost frowned. "Do you by chance have any coffee? I'm pretty new around here and I don't know where the nearest coffee shop is. I'm dying to have a cup."

I started to think rapidly, Coffee? I have coffee! How could you not find a coffee store in New York, there's practically one every block—Oooh. I see.

"If you'd like, you can come in and have a cup." I gave him a dazzling smile. It was so good I almost wanted to smirk.

"Really? If you don't mind, that'd be nice, thank you." Teddy stepped in. I had forgotten to take a step back and he almost knocked me over. How ever his hands ran up to my biceps and stopped me from stumbling backwards.

"Right, so sorry, maybe I could use some coffee too." I smiled sheepishly and led him into the kitchen. He smiled back warmly. I think I might've blushed a bit, but it wouldn't have been noticeable against my tanned skin. Usually vampires are pale, almost translucent, but they don't have human blood coursing through them. Once you are bitten by a vampire, your blood is converted. So naturally humans lose every human quality. Lucky for me, I can enjoy looking presentable because I was born vampire-witch.

I walked to the cupboard, trying my best not to be overly fluid in my steps, afraid his eyes might be watching me. Slowly I put the filter in. Then I began scooping out the rinds, while starting casually, "So, Teddy, what brings you to N.Y.C.?"

"A new job offering opened up," he replied, sitting on one of the stools at the counter, "I work for the police. I usually do detective work."

I quirked an eyebrow, a shape-shifter in the police force, very convenient. Being a detective for a shape-shifter would be easy work of course. Change appearance at will, enhanced senses, stalk criminals effectively, I could see how that'd work in his favor. I suddenly admired him.

"That's really cool. Anything you're working on now?" I asked, finally starting the coffee machine. It made a spluttering noise and began to work.

"I'm working on a double-homicide case for right now." He said simply, leaning over the stools back. I bit my lip as the muscles under his shirt became more visible. "What about you? A famous, male model living in a middle-class neighborhood, where's your real house?"

I didn't know if I wanted to take that as an insult or as a joke. I leaned on the counter across from him, clasping my hands together. He looked smug, which made him twice as sexy. I was going to throw him on the ground in about two seconds to see if shape-shifters could be seduced as easily as other beings.

I gave a small laugh, trying to give off a feeling that his joke had worked. "Well, I think that banking my money is more important than spending it all, or living extravagantly. I don't like to be seen in the public eye." Another truth, but also another paradox. I really kill myself.

"What's it like to be pampered all day and take pictures half-naked for the rest of the world?" Now my eyebrows were raised. Behind me the coffee machine gurgled, which was something I myself wanted to do.

"I'm not pampered," I said rolling my eyes, "I do everything myself. And no, before you ask I don't do any make-up they make me wear. As well, my half-naked body is what pays the bills. Plus, it's perfectly normal to display such a great body."

He made a sound that closely resembled something you say when you've had your mom's delicious homemade cookies. Feeling myself about to go red, I turned around to the now finished coffee. I slowly, with human speed, prepared the two steaming cups.

"I really appreciate this." Teddy said behind me. I gave him a 'mhm' briefly, trying to concentrate on seeming normal.

I don't think he got a whiff of any vampire or sorcerer. I was thoroughly confused. It was that, or he was just hiding the fact that he knew it.

I turned around and handed him his caffeine fix. He smiled gratefully and took it to his lips. My mouth went dry and I was suddenly wondering what those lips felt like. My eyes darted to the clock in avoidance. 6:30 p.m. My shift would start in just under three hours, though the werewolves preferred venturing out a little later than that.

I raise my own mug to my lips and started drinking when Teddy asked, "Have you ever been hit on by another man?"

I almost spit out my drink, but thankfully I maintained control and swallowed. Instead of pausing dramatically I said quickly, but lowly, "Yes."

He was laughing. I was confused. "Have you ever been with one?"

"No…" I replied, unsure as to what he was getting at, or trying to get at.

I had not once been with a man. Nor had I experimented. One of my innate gifts from my vampire abilities was to sense if anyone had any diseases. And those who had tried failed to get my attention because they had diseases. As well, they were human. Humans and vampires don't exactly go together. Not without someone dying…and it wasn't the vampire. Furthermore, homosexuality in the magical community was almost nonexistent. Most creatures lived on instinct, such as werewolves. Anyone who was not straight and married in those communities were either exiled or left on their own accord. With vampires, and others who were humans-but-not with desires not controlled by instinct, it was still touchy.

He began to drink again. Maybe he was gathering information on me. This interrogation was beginning to make me uncomfortable. He stopped drinking and relaxed. He stared at me for a bit, but I hadn't known what to make of it.

"Is there anything else you would like?" I asked politely. Okay, time for the hot shape-shifter to leave. There it was. It smelt stronger than rotting garbage. Lust and desire filled the atmosphere between us. I was drowning in it.

"Nope, not really. I really appreciate this." He was smug still, but pushed himself out of the chair. He stood up tall and walked around the counter. I started to breathe again, trying to create my human façade.

He held out his hand again and I shook it slightly. "Maybe we can hang out some time."

Did I look like I was fifteen still? I wanted to laugh, but I smiled instead. I sort of gave into my desires. "That'd be cool."

Teddy ambled away to the front door and opened it up. The sun had set and the atmosphere, usually busy, had finally settled.

"I'll see you around." Teddy held up his hand and slowly stepped from my door frame.

"See you later." I croaked, almost a whisper, "Unless I don't see tomorrow." Somehow the dread of patrolling had leaked into my voice. With his shape-shifting enhancements, he could have easily of heard that. It's not like it mattered. To him, it'd be one less vampire in the world.

I stepped on the front porch, watched him get inside his house, then hopped back into my own house to get changed.

It was almost nine-fifteen when I teleported out of my house. Plenty of vampires can do momentary teleports, which can really only get us a few feet. Some of the stronger, wiser vampires can go for some miles. For now, a few feet would allow me to lock my door and not have to worry about locking it.

I looked down at my ensemble. It resembled that of a superhero's. How unfortunate for me. I wore a black spandex body suit with a silver belt lining my waist. Around my head was a metal head band, keeping my dark hair out of my eyes. A red cape hung from my shoulders, flowing around me in the slight breeze. I looked around. It seemed like the small suburbia had gone to sleep early tonight. I clapped my hands together, blue electricity flowed around them. I began to levitate and into the sky I went to begin my patrolling.

I yawned as I floated horizontally over the large city. It was midnight and not too many cars were out. Every few houses or apartment buildings, a light or two would be on, but not much more.

I scanned below, towards a large park where trees had grown tall and proud over the years. From above, even a mile high, I saw a flash of movement. My eyes caught onto it. I descended rapidly downward toward the city street below.

The park was dark and there were only a few light posts every few hundred meters. I looked around the entrance… nothing yet. My eyes could see perfectly in the dark, they were made for it after all. I teleported from the entrance gate and placed myself at the beginning of the tree line. I warped from tree to tree, deeper into the dark park.

I stopped when I heard two voices. One was a male, the other female.

"I'm hungry Cassie." The male voice said in a gruff tone, "I haven't eaten since last night. I've been cooped up."

"That's not my problem Kang. The problem right now is waiting for something to come running towards us." The girl had a sweet tone, but she only used it because she was ready to kill.

"I--," Kang said suddenly, dropping his voice to a whisper. I had to concentrate really hard, "Do you smell that?"

And suddenly fear gripped me. All of a sudden a sudden burst of testosterone and bloodlust filled the park. They were werewolves. And they were now on the hunt.


Uh-oh. Billy is in trouble. Can two wolves take down one twenty-year-old vampire-sorcerer? Continue reading to find out!