Thunder crashed as rain poured over the Waltham Forest, muffling the sounds of screaming in a village located within. Outside said village, two wolves - one the color of a moonless night and the other the color of the purest snow - ran quickly and quietly yo one of the many rivers that flowed tgrough the forest. The black wolf urged his white furred daughter to hide under the knarled roots of a large, hollowed tree. She hesitantly obeyed her fathers urge, crawling through the root and under the tree while her father stayed outside. She gave him one last pleading looking, her red and blue eyes begging him to hide with her as she whines. He merely shook his head, reaching through to touch his nose and forehead with hers before runnung off.
The white wolf heard a howl moments later in the distance. Her father trying to lead their attackers away from her. She whimpered softly, but stayed hidden as she listened to excited yells and thunder-like gunshots echo into the stormy night towards her fathers howl.
She waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she heard another howl at another location, this one directed towards her. She quickly and quietly crawled out from hiding and ran towards the sound. She passed through the trees with speed and grace, taking care to make sure she was almost as silent as she would be on the hunt. She jumped over small creeks and climbed slippery rocks to reach her father. But when she arrived, she was stricken with horror.
The large black wolf laid on the ground motionless. Lifeless. Blood pooled around his body as their attackers surrounded him, their large and insane grins showing the large, pointed canines of vampires. They all laughed as they kicked and poked and prodding her fathers body, causing the white wolf to growl loudly before jumping out and landing on one of the vampires.
Once on top of him, she ripped and shredded his throat until his head finally fell off on its own, turning him into dust seconds later. The young wolf then stood protectively over her fathers body, her now bloody mouth pulled back into a menacing snarl as she growled viciously. Another vampire tried grabbing her, but she instanly snapped her jaw around his arn and tore it off his body. He screamed a number of profanities as he fell back, holding the stump where his arm used to be attatched to his shoulder, blood gushing through his fingers. The others only laughed at their wounded comrade.
"My my, isn't she a feisty one?" One sneered.
"All the more fun to play with!" Another grinned as he eyed her with insane hunger.
"Now now, you shouldn't play with your food my good man." An older looking vampire joked, his grin stretching across his face like a mental patients in a straight jacket. There were about six left standing, and they all slowly made their way towards her even as she snapped at them.
"Too bad she's not in human form. Would make shit a whole lot easier."
"And so much more fun!" The white wolf growled more as they closed in around her, snapping her jaws and swiping her sharp claws at them. Her whit fur became stainted with the vampires' blood with every hit she managed to deal. As they almost closed in on her, a gunshot rang from behind and a bullet burst through one of the vampires' heads. Another shot rang and another bullet flew through the heart of one of the others. One by one, the rest of the group of blood crazed vampires were shot down and turned into dust as a deep laugh echoed into the night.