Mikhol the Vampire
Camped out in the woods again! He was so sick of camping that it was driving him insane. He missed the technology. His computers, television, radio, all of it. He was lost without technology. But his friend had insisted that they stay out of town as much as possible to avoid confrontation and possible capture. All the technology he had was his laptop, MP3 player, and his hand held game system. His friend had said anymore would slow them down to much, he agreed with them, but that didn't mean he didn't want more of it. His black hair fell into his face. He sighed and continued to type on the little miniature computer. He looked at his friends as they slept and shut the fold over top on his computer.
He blinked at the sound of rustling leaves and grabbed for his Di-Katana. His swords were his prized possessions. His elaborate arrays of blades were concealed on every available part of his body. He had everything from switchblades in his sleeves to his six-and-a-half foot long Di-Katana on his back. The only weapon he had that wasn't completely blade related was his crossbow, which was set on his hip, but even that he had rigged to shoot the small blades he had in his pockets. A standard four-and-a-half foot broadsword was also set on his opposite hip.
He drew the large sword out of its scabbard and ran a finger along the thin silver blade. Blood welled up from the small wound as he winced and looked away. He wrapped the wound and concentrated on the other scars he had, which probably didn't help. He had a scar from a broken ankle where the bone broke through; four long ones across his back from some kind of werewolf weapon that he was sure was poisoned considering they still felt raw after all the time he'd had them; a few small ones in random places were the occasional knife pierced skin; and the two scars that were just below his mouth were his fangs had pierced the skin, presumably in his sleep.
Sighing he closed his crimson eyes and reached for the container of blood that he always kept close at hand. The contents of that container were what kept him alive. He didn't drink innocent's blood like other vampires; he didn't want to hurt innocent people. Then he found out that he could drain the blood of those who sought to kill others and store it in his containers and keep it in special freezers, which they always carried around with them. He had figured out how to drain blood with magic and that was useful and not nearly as gory.
He had been coming along well in his magic. His friend helped a lot by teaching him to read and write the language of magic. He was working hard and he was able to hold a spell for up to a day depending on what spell it was. He was best with fire spells, and his wind and earth spells were decent, but his water spells could use a little work. The only thing his friend wouldn't teach him yet was summoning things other than the elements, especially living things and spirits. They said that summoning certain things, specifically spirits, was dangerous and was rarely taught to anyone. They wouldn't talk about how they learned it.
His friend stirred, it was probably time to switch shifts. He had told them that he could stay up all night but they had said no and that he needed his sleep to travel during the day. Yes, he was a vampire and he could be in sunlight, he even had a tan from being out during the day. The rumors of the sun killing vampires were nothing but superstitious myths. His friend rose from their bedding and stretched, which signaled him to lay down in their place and sleep while they kept watch till dawn. He didn't know it, but as he fell asleep his friend smiled at him.
Lauron the Werewolf
As she watched her vampire friend drift off to sleep she smiled. Sure she was a wolf right now, but he'd have known it if he'd seen it. He was able to read her expressions very well, that she was actually very grateful for, along with the ability to talk in her wolf form. She would be human in the morning if she was right about the moons position. You see, she didn't turn into a werewolf on the full moon, she turned human. She had been born in wolf form, and though her mother had had hope that she would change to her human form, she only did during the full moon. Her mother had also hoped that as she got older that she would be able to control her transformation, but it never changed. So, when she was about two years old, the equalivalent of ten in human years, her mother sent her away to the U.S on a cargo ship. She'd spent fifty years of her life in the U.S. then she left and just traveled around, but she dared not go back to Germany where she was born. She couldn't risk coming upon her family in the land they ruled.
A twig cracked. She stiffened until the sound passed and all was still again. She wished she could use her human weapon, but all she could use in her wolf form were her teeth and claws. Unlike Mikhol, she carried only one man made weapon and that was her scythe. It was about as long as Mikhol's Di-Katana with a jagged four foot long curved blade at the end. The weapon had never failed her, it had never even dulled. She had made it herself with a little bit of magic she knew, but that had been over a hundred years ago and she no longer knew the spells she had used on the blade, but she did still know how to weave spells though. The only thing she really did still do was read and speak the magic language, which was still useful since Mikhol had started learning magic. The first thing she'd taught him to read were the lines of runes on the blade of her scythe: Seer of Souls. Her scythe's name, it had appeared the moment she finished forging it and declared it done to her satisfaction.
Her scythe seemed to have a mind of its own. It controlled her in battle so that it could give the opponent judgment and kill them accordingly. When the scythe gave its judgment it would seem as if time stopped and she would see the life of the person being judged. The worse the person had been in life the more painful the punishment. Some people that her scythe had judged were let go because they held no hate and had been given no choice in their actions. Others were killed slow and painfully without any mercy. She had guessed that this ability had been given to the weapon when the spells were placed and the name appeared on the blade after its forging, she wasn't really sure.
She planned to make Mikhol's new weapon similar to her scythe. She would weave spells around the pair of gauntlets she had forged a while back. They would be a gift to Mikhol on his birthday, now only weeks away. She knew he'd love them; gauntlets were all he really talked about when it came to weapons. She had made them collapsible, too. That way he could fold the blades in on themselves and retract them and just wear the gloves when they weren't fighting or in town. Then if he needed them all he had to do was flick his wrist and they come out. They were strong, too. She had forged them out of pure carbon black steel. The only difficult part was hiding them from Mikhol. He
A cold wind made her thick black fur bristle with unease. Something malevolent had just passed close by, but hadn't detected them. That meant that it was probably just a spirit or low level demon. As she turned in the direction that the entity had gone, her necklace scratched her. That could be bad since practically everything was drawn to blood, but she doubted many creatures would try to attack this close to dawn. Even if anything did attack, it would be no match for her and Mikhol. They would kill the intruder, and any shards of bone she found would be added to the very necklace that was around her neck.
Mikhol stirred in his sleep. He had an odd look on his face, probably from whatever dreams he was having. He seemed to be okay, besides, her younger companion was stirring. If they had woken she would have to get Mikhol, if not she'd leave him be. The stirring stopped as dawn approached. Her shift was over now, so she laid down with Mikhol and began to transform as she slept.
Maey the Human
Meay stirred in her bed. At her young age all she could do was depend on others. Yes, Meay was very young only about four months old. Lauron had found her in an abandoned house in Russia. Lauron had immediately brought Maey to Mikhol, who she had met about a week before. Meay had been a newborn, only minutes old, when Lauron had found her. It was clear that her parents had left her there to die. They'd found her on December twenty-fifth, Christmas Day. This was probably why her parents had left. The legend was, in any country, a baby born on Christmas would grow up to be a werewolf. Lauron and Mikhol both knew she wasn't a werewolf. Her parents wouldn't have abandoned her if she really was because they would have been werewolves themselves. But Lauron could smell that she wasn't a werewolf anyway.
She had light blond hair and dark blue eyes. Being roughly four months old she could now kick her feet and laugh. Lauron had told Mikhol that they were keeping her when they'd found her and of course he had objected. But she wasn't moved to leave Maey behind and soon Mikhol wouldn't let Maey out of his sight. Now, four months after they'd found her, they loved the little baby like she was their own, though Mikhol would never admit it to anyone.
Meay had been about two months old when Lauron and Mikhol learned that just because she was a baby and she was human didn't mean that she was normal. Lauron was talking to Mikhol when Maey began making strange sounds, when they turned around to look Maey was floating over a foot above her make-shift cradle. Then things began to move on their own. But as quickly as it started, it stopped. Maey dropped to her cradle and everything else dropped to the ground. At first they thought that it was a distraction for an attack, but when no attack came they went to check on Maey. They soon found out she did it, because when they looked at her she had an aura around her, and it was glowing a soft blue-green. A sign known by all that meant Maey had psychic powers, specifically Telekinesis, the power to move objects with the power of just the mind alone.
Over the next couple months they learned that she had other powers. A few weeks after the first incident they learned that she had Telepathy and it was possible for her to speak into others minds, they also discovered that she also had a power called Empathy, the ability to feel others emotions as well as heal all types of injuries with energy. After that, the power Clairvoyance appeared, allowing her to see the future. They only knew this because Maey had unknowingly used her Telepathy to give Lauron the image of an attack, and the vision had come true. These powers would be useful when she could control them, but for now her powers were unstable and caused more trouble than not. Though there was no doubt that one day, she would be very powerful.
She woke up as the sunlight fell over her face. She pouted and tears welled up in her eyes, but she remained quiet. She watched her adoptive parents sleep, not yet able to think in completely logical forms. She sniffled and her Telepathy put it straight into the minds of her adoptive parents, but they remained still. Then a cold wind blew through her make-shift cradle. She pouted more and let out a small cry.