Chapter 1
The Calling
"So here I sit, atop my perch: watching the mortals dancing through their sorrows. It's so pitiful how clueless they are to the rest of the world. If this club were attacked, they'd be afraid, at least for a while. But they would come back, forgetting what had happened with their lives. Oh, how easily they forget. If only they knew the truth . . ."
"Angroliex!" A young man shouted as he burst into the door to the lookout.
"What is it?" Angroliex asked, as he stood up out of his seat, and whirled around to meet the man. "Why have you bothered me?"
"Lycans, sir, three of them." The man said. "They'll be here any second."
"Go fetch your guns." Angroliex shouted to him. Then muttering to himself: "Not that they'll do much good anyway."
Angroliex quickly walked around to the back of his 'throne' and unhooked the battle-axe that was there. The young man returned a few seconds later.
"Do we have time to call for reinforcements?" Angroliex asked, cursing himself for not thinking of that before.
"No," The young man answered. "The Lycans are already at the stairs.
"Damn," Angroliex shouted. "We'll just have to take them by ourselves. Did you tell anyone else that there were Lycans here?"
"No, sir," The boy mumbled. "I came right here."
"Idiot boy!" Angroliex yelled. "Do you at least have silver bullets?"
"No," The boy stammered.
Angroliex roared as loud as he could. His roar was answered by three other roars, which came from right outside of the door. Angroliex whirled around, gripping his axe in both hands.
The door suddenly burst open, and three rugged looking men stepped inside. One of the Lycans ran towards the young man. The man was emptying entire clips into the Lycan, but it didn't even do as much as slow its approach. The Lycan grabbed the man by the waist, crushing him nearly in half, and tossed him through the glass: onto the floor of the nightclub.
The other two Lycans bull rushed Angroliex, trying to take him down. Angroliex jumped over the Lycans, and brought his axe down on where he assumed they would be, but they weren't there. The Lycans were so fast that one had already spun around, and he knocked Angroliex out of the air, and pinned him to the floor.
As if he were made of mist, Angroliex seemed to disappear out from underneath the Lycan.
He reappeared a second later, behind them. He let out a deep growl, and the nails on his fingers grew out into claws.
"A vampire trying to be a werewolf, how cute." One of the Lycans said mockingly. The Lycan then sprouted fur, and his face extended into a snout. Claws and fangs also grew from his hands and mouth. He let out a growl that made Angroliex's sound like a Chihuahua.
The transformed Lycan then stepped up to Angroliex, grabbed him by the throat, and slammed him against the wall.
"Don't even try your little disappearing act, vampire." The Lycan said.
"What do you want with me, werewolf?" Angroliex demanded.
"Our leader requires your council." The Lycan said with a bit of remorse in his tone.
"Since when do werewolves, such as yourselves, require council with a vampire?" Angroliex asked.
"News of something has been brought to our attention." The werewolf answered. "We cannot speak of it here. We will return tomorrow night to bring you to the chieftain. Be prepared to leave, as you might not have a chance to return."
(Note from the Author: I was reading this through, and I noticed that it might have been a bit confusing. More will be explained later, but if this is just too confusing, please tell me.)
The Calling
"So here I sit, atop my perch: watching the mortals dancing through their sorrows. It's so pitiful how clueless they are to the rest of the world. If this club were attacked, they'd be afraid, at least for a while. But they would come back, forgetting what had happened with their lives. Oh, how easily they forget. If only they knew the truth . . ."
"Angroliex!" A young man shouted as he burst into the door to the lookout.
"What is it?" Angroliex asked, as he stood up out of his seat, and whirled around to meet the man. "Why have you bothered me?"
"Lycans, sir, three of them." The man said. "They'll be here any second."
"Go fetch your guns." Angroliex shouted to him. Then muttering to himself: "Not that they'll do much good anyway."
Angroliex quickly walked around to the back of his 'throne' and unhooked the battle-axe that was there. The young man returned a few seconds later.
"Do we have time to call for reinforcements?" Angroliex asked, cursing himself for not thinking of that before.
"No," The young man answered. "The Lycans are already at the stairs.
"Damn," Angroliex shouted. "We'll just have to take them by ourselves. Did you tell anyone else that there were Lycans here?"
"No, sir," The boy mumbled. "I came right here."
"Idiot boy!" Angroliex yelled. "Do you at least have silver bullets?"
"No," The boy stammered.
Angroliex roared as loud as he could. His roar was answered by three other roars, which came from right outside of the door. Angroliex whirled around, gripping his axe in both hands.
The door suddenly burst open, and three rugged looking men stepped inside. One of the Lycans ran towards the young man. The man was emptying entire clips into the Lycan, but it didn't even do as much as slow its approach. The Lycan grabbed the man by the waist, crushing him nearly in half, and tossed him through the glass: onto the floor of the nightclub.
The other two Lycans bull rushed Angroliex, trying to take him down. Angroliex jumped over the Lycans, and brought his axe down on where he assumed they would be, but they weren't there. The Lycans were so fast that one had already spun around, and he knocked Angroliex out of the air, and pinned him to the floor.
As if he were made of mist, Angroliex seemed to disappear out from underneath the Lycan.
He reappeared a second later, behind them. He let out a deep growl, and the nails on his fingers grew out into claws.
"A vampire trying to be a werewolf, how cute." One of the Lycans said mockingly. The Lycan then sprouted fur, and his face extended into a snout. Claws and fangs also grew from his hands and mouth. He let out a growl that made Angroliex's sound like a Chihuahua.
The transformed Lycan then stepped up to Angroliex, grabbed him by the throat, and slammed him against the wall.
"Don't even try your little disappearing act, vampire." The Lycan said.
"What do you want with me, werewolf?" Angroliex demanded.
"Our leader requires your council." The Lycan said with a bit of remorse in his tone.
"Since when do werewolves, such as yourselves, require council with a vampire?" Angroliex asked.
"News of something has been brought to our attention." The werewolf answered. "We cannot speak of it here. We will return tomorrow night to bring you to the chieftain. Be prepared to leave, as you might not have a chance to return."
(Note from the Author: I was reading this through, and I noticed that it might have been a bit confusing. More will be explained later, but if this is just too confusing, please tell me.)