Disclaimer: My creatures, my realm, my darkness. Her inspiration, her style. Deal with it.
A/N: This is barely the beginning
Blooded NightBy Molten Saffire
A drop of blood. That's all it takes. All it takes to turn someone into the likes of myself.
A werewolf.
That's all it takes.
A single drop of blood.
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My story began before you were even born, in the year 1868. A time when women were submissive, and men ruled all.
It was also the time werewolves ruled the night.
I had lived in luxury, the daughter of a duchess and a duke. I was doted on and spoiled to no extent. Suitors were constantly at my door.
It took barely a minute for my innocence to disappear.
It took only a drop of blood to do it.
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I live, as I always have, in Avaleran, the realm of innocence. My kind are almost extinct in this realm, as they are in all the other reams. Only 76 still remain.
And I'm the oldest of them all.
Our lifespan is long, longer than a normal human's, longer than a shadow's. We even live longer than a fury, the damned souls that they are.
We are similar to vampires, as much as I hate to admit it. Linked in a way, and closer than any other creature of the night.
We both have one link, a link to both the human world, and the demon world. A link that has unfortunately remained the same through the years.
Blood. Human blood.
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That is our gift, and this is our curse.