Prologue

"I say we just kill him and be done with it! We have no other business here, and you know it you fool," the harsh voice said. The very words were being spat out at me, as if to harm me with their poisonous words. The scowl arose on my face as I looked down at the helpless figure beneath me.

It was a man, of about 30 years of age, maybe a few years taken off or put on. The being next to me drew closer, obviously meaning to strike me. Leaning forward I brought my mouth to the man's neck, breathing deeply his scent. The flames burned down my neck, scorching the sides with a vengeance.

Baring my teeth I sunk them into his neck, feeling the pulsating blood flow out of the hole. The gushing liquid spilled unto the white bed sheets, staining them instantly. The very thought of what I'd just done stained my soul, just like every other time. Un-beknown to me, was that this man was more than we thought.

Turning to look at the person who's voice had told me to do this sent a shiver up my spine. It was a woman, or at least, she was one many many years ago. She now stood a gaunt but beautiful figure, dead black eyes stared across the room. Right around the rings were a deadly dark red.

She had no iris to the obvious eye, but she seemed to have one right in the center. This woman was the obvious thing of nightmares, not what you'd expect of anything normal. As she opened her mouth to talk, I saw the stained red fangs. She was no normal being, as neither was I.

"Well, at least you still know how to listen, come; we have much to do. He had much on his mind, much indeed..." As she shook her head I saw her black hair fall over her eyes; obviously to stop people being suspicious. I just shook my head and ran to the side, smashing through a window.

Falling to the ground from a ten story window was a wonderful experience; when you weren't human that is. As I fell I contemplated where to go next, realising something small I brought my hand to my chin. Thought ran through my head from small things I'd heard muttered among close brethren that I had.

Ah, our close brethren, the vampires; we were like them but not the same. As we were close to werewolves, yet we were not the same things. We were worse than those creatures, we were hybrids; werepires. Things that were only muttered in dark stories long forgotten by most people.

And most certainly forgotten by vampires and werewolves, they didn't realise what a single member of each their races could do. It was obviously something completely not possible by normal standards, which of course made us wonder how. I had my own theory, but I kept it to myself at all times.

Rolling my shoulders I saw the ground come just that little bit closer. Shoving my strength to my feet I made contact, making a small dent in the solid concrete. Baring my fangs I ran at a slow speed towards the edge of town. Apparently we were two kilometres in, I got out in about ten seconds.

As I broke the outskirts I roared and pushed all my energy outwards. As I felt my muscles rip through the clothes I realised I'd forgotten that simple thing again. My arms and legs tingled with energy as the fur rippled over my skin. Grinning my wolfy smile I powered on.

She would follow, she knew that every time I had an idea I was right. We powered on, to a small town that always rained...

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I do not own Twilight, or anything within it.

All I own is my own special ideas, nothing else, maybe going far enough to say werepires... But I can't say I truly came up with that.

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-Andy