A/N: Guys! Here I am - again. So… my first fanfic here went well, I truly thought that there would be no access. I think I got a little bit excited, okay, I got overly excited. I wrote the first chapter of a Klaine fanfic I've been dying to create, I hope you enjoy reading and please I need reviews! I'll be answering from now on every curiosity about the White Winter Wolf fic in the next chapters.

White Winter Wolf

2014 The Dark Moors

The wolf was as dark as a winter night in its worst storm, his eyes glowed with life but his mouth betrayed his kind side, when his first howl echoed in the night death ran around. Screams of pain and pure rage could be heard between the tress, blood spilled in the white snow covering the ground, but the blood was darker than normal, almost black. The first twenty minutes of battle was about killing vampires, but when the wind changed and a wicked laugh came from the center of the fight, the black wolf knew he was there – his companions howled in the cold night, some from pain, some trying to find an escape, others simply accepting death like an old friend.

During the rest of the battle the wind fell silent and the forest became an ocean of misery.

1714 Hummel Clan
Red Kingdom

"Miss Brittany!"– The housekeeper called, worry plastered in her voice – "Mr Hunter has need of you!"

"Tell him I can't." She stated nervously but shortly, eyes engulfing her surroundings. Her pale fingers embraced a chair near her; her weak breathing could be seen in the cold air, shadowy turning into wind. "I have business waiting for my presence." She completed.

"Master won't be satisfied, Miss Brittany." The fool human tried to speak quietly, gently.

Brittany Maryeth Pierce was the daughter of Evian Jarod Pierce and Anat Maryeth Pierce, his father died killing werewolves and her mother died mourning her husband's unfair death. Brittany M. Pierce cried blood for three years until she realized she was a vampire, and a vampire's destiny is lonely. She was glad she was alone for the rest of her miserable eternity. She spent 200 years away from her home – The Hummel Clan – when she came back she saw how different her life would be from that moment on. Burt Hummel had turned the throne over to his son Kurt Amsi Hummel; a powerful vampire, restless and wild.

King Hummel brought happiness to the Red Kingdom, he prepared an army of vampires and treated his servants with love and care. He was raised without his mother's arms, his father was a king and couldn't be there for him every time he got hurt. He grew up strong and lonely like a vampire should be, he killed with no remorse and taught the children to no long their beloved's death. The Hummel Clan consisted of no more than 70 adult vampires and 50 children, but that small number could kill three hundred werewolves within five minutes.

That meant vampires had no patience.

Brittany snapped the housekeeper's neck in a blink of an eye; she saw her vivid red blood spill around the mahogany furniture, she felt sorry for herself – she'd have to clean the whole mess. She went back to her sit at the wide open window, she rested her head on the wood next to her left side and enjoyed the smell of human blood and nature.

"Brittany" Came a silky voice from the door, she didn't have to turn to see who it was. She kept looking at the dark night – where she wanted to be, she wanted to hunt werewolves and delight in the husky blood of their veins – she needed to see Santana Faye, needed to drink from her love.

"You won't be free until you see what you're doing with our safety, something King Amsi worked so hard to give us. Safety, Brittany Maryeth. And that's what you won't get because of your name, have you told her your name?" Hunter asked with a hint of a laugh.

"Yes, I have." Brittany said simply. "She knows where I live and knows who I share my life with."

"That's great!" Hunter laughed like a wicked man. "She's not dead, you're not dead. So I do not understand your relationship, my dear." He said sweetly.

"You wouldn't if you tried."

Hunter wasn't sure whether she said he was stupid or if their relationship was that complicated, but Brittany was his sister for so long he couldn't even remember, so he let it go for once – or twice. "I'm going to the castle later tonight, have a word with King Kurt." He ran as fast as lighting in her direction, gave a briefly kiss on her lips and said calmly: "Farewell, sister."

He was worried with her, everyone who had seen her was. She looked like death, even scarier than a black witch; she was mourning her lost love, she knew King Kurt wouldn't agree with such type of romance – after all, Santana was a werewolf and part of the Anderson Lords.

2014 Anderson Lords
Black Forest Kingdom

"Disaster!" Hayden Anderson yelled at his son "It was a disaster!" The Anderson Lord sat at the Black Throne looking angry and sad "One hundred fifty werewolves are dead!"

Blaine's father had pronounced the fight five days ago, one day after the declaration two hundred wolves of the Anderson Lords went to war knowing it would be a fail attempt to exterminate the vampire race. That knowledge didn't stop Hayden Gouda Anderson to enunciate a battle; some vampires have been threatening the small town near their kingdom, and he couldn't help but support the humans – Hayden's reign was about saving people from vampire's claws – or fangs.

"Father" – Blaine said shortly, his father looked at him as he heard his alpha son speak – "There will be death, there will be sickness. We can't stop fighting when we're so close to win." Blaine reasoned simply, his expression calm and cold. "I saw him, father. I saw him and was this close to kill him!" Blaine had raised his voice as he spoke, his hands moving fast at his sides.

Blaine Gouda Anderson was no fool, he was an alpha; that meant he was a natural dominant, he would make the children scream just because he can. The only person – vampire – who had ever made him look like an idiot was Kurt Amsi Hummel; the stupid blood sucker would play with his senses and make fun of him in front of his whole clan. The Red King was always faster and smarter than him but not stronger. Blaine had once put his hands on that stunning pale skin, he felt the shiver run around his body. Kurt's cold skin made him forget what he was supposed to do – his goal. It was already too late, Kurt's jelly body had moved out from his hold… Blaine thought that he'd die exactly there, with his glassy eyes full of desire, but The Red King only stared at him – so profoundly he felt the horror in those ocean blue eyes, eyes which searched for answers; Kurt ran, ran as fast as he could and his clan followed their master.

"I think I'm blind, son. I can't see his head! Where is his head, Blaine? What did we get from that disaster? Death! That's what we got!" Hayden was nervous, not furious. He loved his son, he knew he was right about the war. Instead of desiring blood, Hayden Anderson wanted peace. He was old, he was tired. There was no way they could exterminate the Hummel's clan. "We need to find a way out of this."

"What do you mean? Out?" Blaine stopped breathing.

"We need to end this war."

"And we will!" Blaine screamed at his father. "We'll kill them, we'll bath in their blood!"

"Don't be such fool!" Hayden had rose up from where he sat peacefully. "They won't give up, they will try to annihilate our kind. And you know as well as I do that they will succeed. We try to conciliate now or there will be no other chance, son."

Blaine stands silent at his father's presence; after all, if his mate died there would be no life for him to live.