Hey guys.
So this is my new fic called: Dark desires of Toot hand Claw.
It's the same story as The Love Between Tooth and Claw, but this one is in Kurt POV.
Hope you guys like it.
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You guys are great! Enjoy!
Chapter 1: The mission
Cold… So cold… Kurt shivered.
''Master! What's wrong?'' A man asked.
''So cold.. Felá… Felánor… So cold.'' Kurt said.
''Take this!'' the man said and handed out a piece of flesh dripping of blood.
Kurt took a bite In the flesh and started to suck out all the blood.
Sweet… Gorgeous blood… He thought.
''Rest for a while, master. We're gonna need you for the mission tomorrow.'' And the man walked away.
The boy sat down to think about his last words… The Mission…
When the werewolves and the vampires declared peace, several werewolf clans started to make trouble. Those clans started to form a secret alliance against vampires.
Every werewolf or vampire against the alliance, got killed.
When the alliance attacked a vampire fortress at daylight, several of our bravest men got killed. The king (my father) became furious and planned an attack on the only werewolf village in existence. This fight took place tomorrow.
''every werewolf should get a horrifying an painful death. Let their faces be filled with the horror they will go through.''
The words of a noble and beloved lord.
''Will there always be war, father?'' Kurt asked his father once.
'' As long as it takes. Those maggots started this war ages ago, and we tried several times to put an end to it. Try to find the balance between our races, again. But they always wanted to be with more, be the strongest. This war could only stop by two options:
The werewolves declare peace and they'll stop attacking us…
The werewolf or vampire race will be whipped out.
The second will be the most common choice, unfortunately.
Those were his words. Kurt thought.
The mission…
On the night the vampires would attack the village Kurt had to search for retreating werewolf cups…
''Search and kill them!'' his father had said.
Kurt stood up and walked outside towards a tall oak. He looked up and stared at the bright, full moon.
Suddenly he heard a howling wolf. Probably a Manibota… Werewolves wouldn't dare to come along…
His father told him since when he was a young boy, werewolves were bad. They killed it's Human parents. They were ferocious killers, didn't know the word 'mercy'.
But Kurt didn't believe it. He refused to believe that story. The killers of his human parents might've been ferocious killers. Or the secret alliance 'Demon Hunters'. But those were extreme believers, like his stepfather. It couldn't be true that every werewolf was a murderer… It's just impossible. But he was the only one who believed it… he and Felánor.
They couldn't tell anyone. If they'd talked about it, they got executed.
It was quiet.
Kurt kept watching the moon… or moons…
at midnight, a second moon appeared, a red one, right behind the white one.
It was a beautiful sight.
He stared at it till the sun came.
then he'd run as fast as he could inside the fortress.
time for him to go to bed. Tonight was the great night.
the destiny of his race also depended on him.
Let this war soon be over –
Kurt Hummel