A/N: So, I had an idea to do a NaruSasu Romeo and Juliet story, and I had an idea to do one with werewolves and vampires...for some reason, the two ideas merged in my head, and this story is the result of that.

The below prologue is just setting the scene, Chapter One will be uploaded straight after. Currently I have 3 chapters done, so I plan to upload one a week until I run out. I'm hoping that the story will end before that happens, because I do want to update regularly.

So here it is, please let me know what you think ^^

(I will be filling in on how my vampires & werewolves work in the coming chapters, but will answer any questions you may have about them :) )

A Rose by Any Other Name

Prologue

The town of Lyfton straddled the River Lyf like an ungainly water bird with it's wings spread open, something it had done for over a thousand years, as crude hovels gave way to grander, more modern buildings. It's history could be seen easily, even by a casual eye; some of the older houses could claim a lineage back to the sixteenth century, while the whole of the High Street at the centre of town boasted the flamboyant style of the Victorian medieval revival. Even the housing estate that had been thrown down on the outskirts of town in the 60's was now old enough to be considered quaint.

However, it was not the town's age that made it stand out from the rest, certainly not placed as it was in the middle of England's Southern Downs where History was mandatory to existence. It's inhabitants were what made the town unique in a sea of history. To the North of the river lived the Uchiha vampires, while the south side was colonised by the Senju werewolves. The human inhabitants of Lyfton, while more numerous than their supernatural counterparts, wisely accepted the presence of the wolves and vampires as a necessary part of life. After all, they had been there as long as the town had.

And that was a history that nowhere else could claim. Legend had it that the forebears of both lines, Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama, had both left Japan in a quest to circumnavigate the globe over five hundred years before Columbus decided to try the same thing. They didn't manage to discover the Americas, deciding instead to travel across land through Asia and Europe, before deciding on some whim to settle down on the small island they found at the edge of Europe. No one knows why; maybe they got bored of travel. Although both vampires and werewolves can claim a certain level of immortality, neither of the forebearers remained alive to comment on their reasons.

Regardless of why, they had settled down, built a castle each, and took native wives. Peace reigned in their little town, regardless of the strife in the country around it for years, the population of wolves and vampires slowly growing, and that of the humans too, though at a faster rate. Then something changed; the werewolves claimed that a vampire bit and drained one of their cubs, the vampires insisted that the wolves had savaged one of their children. Either way, a bitter blood feud was declared between the former allies. The humans of the town were forced to chose sides, and a bitter conflict ensued, each felony committed by one side on the other adding to the list of heinous crimes.

Vampires died, wolves died, and time passed. Truces were declared and broken; when civil war broke out, the vampires would take the side that the wolves didn't, and vice versa. Bad blood spread and stained the land, but both clans refused to leave the land that they both claimed.

The violence dropped as the modern era settled in, but no vampire would tolerate a wolf's presence, and the wolves' hackles would rise at the slightest scent of a vampire. A sort of uneasy peace settled through the twentieth century, with occasional sparks of conflict lighting the area. The heirs of Uchiha and Senju bore Japanese names, but adopted the Western tradition of ordering them with the family name last. Visitors to the town passed through quickly unless they were actually seeking out the supernatural creatures that lived there, made uneasy by the simmering atmosphere; a volcano, waiting to go off. All that it needed to ignite it was one small spark.