"DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT A FEW CHARACTERS AND THE STORY PLOT, PRETTY MUCH. mAYBE SOME MORE THINGS BUT AS OF RIGHT NOW THAT'S ALL I CAN THINK OF :) I REALLY LIKE WEREWOLVES AND VAMPIRES SO I'VE DECIDED TO WRITE ABOUT THEM MORE. YOU WILL GIVE ME FEED BACK AND STUFF RIGHT? PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE

CHAPTER ONE:

"Yo," a deep rumble sounded from behind Lucy as she sat, gazing down at the beautiful assortment of flowers on Caged Rabbit Hill.

The blonde spun around and her breath caught.

"Aren't you a little far from your colony, Vamp?"

The voice belonged to a huge, tan and black wolf with eyes the colour of obsidian. A werewolf! Immediately, Lucy took a step back. I've never seen one up close… they're so much bigger than I thought!

She'd heard about werewolves. Obviously. If your dad was the leader of one of the biggest, strongest Vampire Colonies in the world, you would have too. They were the enemy. Tricky, sneaky, not be trusted. They traveled in packs so if you saw one, there were more nearby. Lucy looked around but could find no one. She sniffed the air.

"I'm alone."

He took a step forward, parting his muzzle as he gave a wolfish grin and swiped his tongue across his snout.

"And so are you."

Lucy stiffened. She was known for her ability to think quickly in dire situations, but this was completely different. She always dealt with humans or vampires. Even the occasional unicorn, pegasus, and phoenix. But this here was a living, breathing werewolf.

She watched, body tensed, as he made a slow circle around her - his body low to the ground. He's going to pounce… she thought. A list of plans rushed through her head as she pictured herself sliding under him as he leaped for her throat and roundhouse kicking him but that wouldn't work. He would just turn around and snag her leg as it made impact with his big, burly body. Werewolves were as flexible and as strong as any vampire any day. Then she imagined sprinting for the mansion, yelling for help. But he would catch her in a matter of minutes. Maybe even seconds. His kind were just as fast as well. The truth is, she thought as she watched him study her, aware that he too was thinking the same thing, We are evenly matched.

Humans somehow got the idea that vampires are stronger than werewolves but they were wrong. Vampires and werewolves are evenly matched. If vampires were to be totally honest, werewolves are strongest on the full moon and could take down mostly any vampire who stood in its way. But if werewolves were totally honest as well, a NewBorn vampire could take down any werewolf that stood in its way.

Lucy sensed the moment he attacked because she saw the giant muscles under his shaggy fur bunch up. She ducked as he flew over her and sprinted as he swirled on his back paws, infuriated. He gave chase. I guess I have to stay and fight… I can't lead him home. I'll never hear the end of how I left the territory and got attacked! She ran a few steps up a tree and jumped backwards, grabbing his ears and yanking as she soared over him. He howled in pain as his back hit the dirt and she quickly grabbed for a long stick to pierce him with. He knocked his body into her however as he flipped over onto his legs and pinned her beneath him. He bared his teeth as he lowered his muzzle, "Game over, little bat."

She squeezed her eyes shut, she never imagined dieing like this. Staked, yes. Burned, most definitely. But killed by a non-human. And a werewolf at that! Her father would be ashamed of her. She tried to kick her attacker, to throw him off. But he was heavier than he looked and much, much sturdier.

He gave a little laugh as he watched her struggle. She was cute. For a vampire.

She glared up at him, "What are you laughing at?"

He tilted his massive head and questioned, "You, obviously."

She noticed that the tips of his mane fur were like a lighter shade of red. Pinkish. Then she scowled, why am I noticing this? "Duh. That's not what I meant, Idiot."

He frowned, as much as a wolf could anyways, "I don't think you should be insulting me sweetheart. Not in the predicament that you're in." He bared his fangs to prove a point. And boy were they sharp.

But Lucy was terrified of dying, so she was riding on adrenaline at the moment, so she could care less about what hurt the doggy's feeling.

"Go ahead. Kill me. Rip my head off. You're gonna do it whether or not I say something rude anyways, pup."

She saw his black eyes go even darker (if that was even possible) and heard him growl out an, "Okay," before her world went dark.