He dropped the body on the hard concrete ground, feeling the energy it had given him flow through his body.
The girl wasn't dead. She would wake up in a few hours. He heard footsteps approaching and ran off, easily gone before they could move another step.
It was good to be a vampire.
He looked through the spell book one more time. There had to be something in there that could help him. The group of men had all died in one spot, at the same time. No gunshots, no knife wounds. I was his job to find out who was running around, killing innocent people and risking exposing everyone.
Yes. He looked down at one of the victim's necks. They were barely noticeable, but they were there. It looked like two bee stings next to each other.
A vampire. Phase one complete.
He sighed with satisfaction. It was good to be a witch.
He looked in fear at the tall man approaching him. The man wanted money; he had none. However, he knew this guy wouldn't take no for an answer.
He focused hard, letting his instincts take over. He felt his face grow longer, his spine and limbs changing, so that he was down on all fours. Claws coming out through the tips of his fingers and toes.
He snarled in his new form at the man, who shrieked in horror at what had happened to the boy in front of him. He ran away, screaming.
He ran off into the darkness.
It was good to be a werewolf.
He lay back on his bed, yawning widely. Another fun day of breaking into witch clubs and scaring the crap out of them.
It was good to be a panther.
I know the panther one is too short. This was just a prologue. See if you can guess who's who! Please review!