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Summary: After a gruesome war that nearly brought the two races to extinction, vampires and werewolves have been locked in an unstable truce from centuries. But when a certain vampire suddenly finds a certain werewolf's blood is all that he can consume palatably… Will it result to another bloody war or something else entirely?

Prologue

In a world parallel to that of ours, two opposing races existed. Both blessed and cursed. One with fragile immortality, and the other with the volatile power to shape-shift. One fueled by bloodlust, the other by savage instinct. Both currently locked in an uneasy truce due to a feud so old that almost none now knew how it began. Vampires and Werewolves. Blood and Moon.

Three Thousand Years Ago

Vampire Camp

A small coven of vampires huddled together around a bonfire. All of them had just survived another battle, and they were exhausted. Around them was a dark, desolate land, made that way by the countless of battles that were fought there.

The group turned in unison as their ears picked up the sound of footsteps heading towards them. Their hands instantly went to the hilt of their weapons, as the war had harshly trained them for their survival. The group's tension dispersed as they recognized who the stranger was.

The female vampire's long strides quickly ate up the distance as she walked towards them. Her dented and scuffed armor was indicative of the numerous battles she'd fought and been through before. The large, well-maintained claymore she was carrying around marked her as a seasoned warrior. Her apparel gleamed from the firelight along with her flame-colored hair that was tied back in a queue.

The female warrior scanned the faces of her fellow vampires, finding only weariness in most of them. "This war has to end now," she uttered softly. "Look at us. There's barely a score of us vampires left. This war is leading us to our extinction. It's time to stop this futile warfare and call a truce."

A male from the group stood up in protest. "What are you implying? That we allow those murdering werewolves to live? I'm not going to concede peace with those damn animals! I want revenge for all…" Before he could say another word, he was decapitated, his head rolling on the ground.

The rest of the group started at the warrior in shock. The flame-haired vampire planted the tip of her sword in the ground, allowing the blood coating it to drip down and be absorbed by the earth. She looked back at the group with cold, grayish blue-green eyes. "Anyone else who wants to continue this meaningless war can just die here right now. This cycle of killing is at an end, even if I have to eliminate the remainder of our race," she declared threateningly. "Both werewolves and vampires were once known for our principles. But I've already witness how both sides have stooped to their lowest during this war, even to the point of killing innocent children just because they belonged to the other race."

The men and women in the group averted their eyes guiltily. "It's time for us to end the war and start rebuilding while we still can." She turned back to the path where she'd came from, turning the other vampires' attention to a black-haired child waiting beside a huge, white stallion. In the child's arms was a small, sleeping baby. "If not for us, then at least for the future generation of our race," she said quietly.

"But how can we maintain a truce?" someone from the group hesitantly asked. "And how do we know that the werewolves will abide by it?"

"The land will be divided," the warrior answered. "The highlands and the woods will go to the wolves. The lowlands and the plains will be where our kind will start a new leaf. As for the wolves agreeing to the truce," she said solemnly. "It's currently being taken care of."

Werewolf Camp

A tall warrior stood amidst the corpses of some freshly slain werewolves. His dark-hued armor blended in with the shadows, but it can easily be perceive that the armor had seen better days from the abrasions on it. Some members of the pack emitted a low growl, but they backed away from him, acknowledging his dominant status among their ranks.

"Anyone else who disagrees to end this war?" the dark warrior lazily inquired, a five-foot claymore still in his grasp, still dripping blood menacingly.

"That's enough already," a female werewolf uttered with a snarl, stepping forward from amongst the pack. Her golden-brown hair was tied back into a ponytail. The armor she wore marked the myriad of battles she'd engaged in, but it was well-maintained, just like the long sword strapped to her waist. You can clearly see the spots where the metal has been hammered on to rid it of dents, and the places where steel patches had been welded, covering the major damages.

The pack parted for her and ceased their rumblings. She clearly held a very high, respected position in the pack. "He's right," she said softly, but loud enough for everyone to clearly hear her words. "There's been enough killing and violence. I'm tired of it. I know we all are, after centuries of conflict. This war has to end now. Our members have already dwindled to almost non-existent," she gestured towards the less than two dozen werewolves around her. "It's time to rebuild now before there's nothing left of us to rebuild with." She stared at the pack, making sure that everyone was listening. And that, like the dark-haired warrior, she won't tolerate anyone who'll contest her next words. "It's time for a truce."

PROLOGUE END

A/N: I'm back again! I'll try to keep this one a rated T (I'll probably be pushing it to the boundaries and a bit beyond, but what the heck! XD)… But I can't promise anything though. My perverted mind has already cranked the rating to M in my ever-colorful imagination, so I'm going to have to edit and censor out some of those scenes that are flashing through my head (-.-)…

Still the same as before, constructive criticism, but no flames, allowed...