Prologue:
A night sky lit with only a thin slice of moon smothered the glowing skyline of London. In the suburbs a girl screamed as a man threw her to the ground. He was tall, pale and dressed in a black suit that hugged his perfect limbs. His long, shoulder length blond hair was tied up with a strip of leather and he started to smile as he moved closer to the girl. He placed his foot on the small of her back slowly adding weight until he had her pinned to the ground; face forced into the road and unable to make a sound. He smiled, his thirst and silent heart urging him on.
"Matthew." The velvet voice made him flinch in the dark alleyway, his amused expression dissolving. " Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food? It's rude." His surprise at the voice made him remove his foot from the girl and she scrambled up and ran off.
"Now look what you made me do; now I'll have to go and find her again. Anyway I thought my debt to you had been repaid, what do you want from me?
A female figure stepped out from the shadows.
" I'm hurt that you have so little faith in me Matthew, what on earth makes you think that I want anything from you?" She walked slowly towards him and he was unable to conceal the shiver of fear that ran down his spine as she closed in on him, her dark mahogany hair pooling around the shoulders of her leather jacket and glowing scarlet in the soft light of the waxing moon. Her golden eyes met his own onyx gaze as she finally stopped her approach less than three feet away from him.
"You only come to me when you want something." He stated as her quiet laughter sent yet more shivers down his spine.
"I thought our history meant more to you than that my dear Matthew but it appears not. No, I come not with a bargain this time, but an offer." She said, fingering the sleeve of her jacket where he knew the deadly blade of a hidden knife to be concealed. He took a nervous step back. "Worried are we Matthew? My, but you have changed, where is the cocky and confident leader I fought against all those years ago?"
"He disappeared when you set your pack of demonic mongrels on my family, killing half of the coven."
"You have a long memory Matthew but that time is of no consequence now, and nor are your insults; besides, you were on my territory and I get quite possessive of what belongs to me. I assume you have seen the recent events in New York?" She started to walk in a small circle around him, taking slow, languid steps and looking at the ground so that her profile could be seen in the weak light, highlighting her sharp features. Her boots made no sound as they met the tarmac.
"I have."
"Then you will know of the emerging importance of a corporation that goes by the name of S.H.I.E.L.D, its work, those who work with it, the way they are oblivious to our existence, and also the way they are becoming a possible threat to our survival"
"Get on with it Skylar."
"A little edgy tonight aren't we?" said Skylar looking up at him and smirking "I have spoken with Ryan. We both think it best if we let S.H.I.E.L.D know exactly who they are been sharing this world with before they discover us themselves. It would give us the advantage. They have spent too much time focusing on what lies on other planets rather than what is already here."
"Then why are you here Skylar? If you and Ryan want to put on a show then who am I to stop you?"
"Because," She replied looking him in the eye, "as much as it pains me to say it, you are a powerful vampire held in high regard in the covenant, and I want to know where the covens stand in this matter. Ryan and I agree that the time for hiding in the shadows has passed, but are unsure how to proceed without the support of covens. I think over two millennia of sneaking around and killing each other in the dark is quite long enough. The war is becoming outdated."
Matthew let his gaze wonder over her figure, her dark jeans highlighting her long legs and highly feminine body. He stopped as he saw the two guns, one strapped to each thigh, undoubtedly loaded with irradiated ammunition.
"A girl must always be prepared, don't you think? Even these days." she whispered noting the direction of his gaze. She smirked again, this time showing her perfect teeth. Matthew swallowed and returned the smile.
"Of course, but tell me Skylar, are you really here to negotiate on behalf of Ryan and yourself or do you have an ulterior motive of your own like you usually do?" Matthew's confidence returning to him as he realised she hadn't come to kill him. If she had, he would no longer be talking with her, nor would she have need of the guns at her disposal.
"Now there's the Matthew I know." She said, her smile widening, "So, will you speak with the covens? Ryan and I have agreed to a truce. You can be very persuasive when you want to be Matthew."
"A truce?" Matthew was surprised, even though there were roughly equal numbers of both of their species; the alphas in wolven society had far more power than the coven leaders. Skylar, as weak and feminine as she might appear at first glance, was one of the most powerful alphas in existence. Her bloodline extended back to the creation of both species, making her almost unparalleled in the power she wielded, both physically and over the others of her kind. If she wanted you dead then you ran, and fast, but you never got far. She also tended to deal in favours with many debts owed to her in places both high and low, making her a dangerous and formidable opponent. She had destroyed many covens in the war between species with the use of these connections, the war she had been born to fight. He saw her mask-like expression slip slightly, revealing exhaustion and sadness before it she recomposed herself.
"Yes Matthew that is my offer, a truce to ensure that there is no blood feud between the species while we see what the humans are now capable of. Get the other covens to agree to this and we'll be able to show the humans just why they fear the dark." She turned away, walking calmly to the end of the street and then looked back at him. "And if I were you, who luckily I'm not, I'd go catch up with your little midnight snack before she gets too far. It would be so sad if you had to speak with other coven leaders on an empty stomach." With that she turned once more and melted smoothly into the darkness of the next street, leaving Matthew feeling cold to the core. He had no choice but to call the coven leaders to council to discuss a truce with the wolves that would mean an end to the blood feud.
OK thanks for reading this far. I hope that this was OK as it is my first attempt at a fanfic. Any reviews are greatly received and I would be honoured to hear your opinion. I can't promise when I will next update but I mean to have the avengers featuring in the first chapter. Hugs and cookies for everyone and may the odds be ever in your favour.