Vampires and werewolves have been at odds for centuries

Vampires and werewolves have been at odds for centuries. This war has been going on for so long, the oldest of them can't remember what it felt like to be at peace, and to sleep soundly without fear of attack. So many have died on each side, and yet a mindless war still rages on. And this is where our story begins.

"Where are you going, Marie, dear?" Her mother looked around at the 5'2 girl, who looked no older then 17. But her mother knew better, this girl was 50 at least, if not older. She had long raven hair reaching the middle of her back and blunt bangs just above her blue-grey eyes, and wore a long black dress over a black cloak with red velvet inside. Around her neck she wore a ruby the size of a quarter set in silver.

"Out mama, ill be back in a bit" Marie called from the door.

"Be back by 3 ok?"

"Yes mama." Marie said, as she walked out the door into the cool night air.

It's so nice here during the spring, she thought. And she was right. For springtime weather, one can not beat France, especially since she was used to England, where it rains all the time. But she went out that night for a reason, and it wasn't for a nice walk in the park. She went to the place where she was to meet him.

"Its beautiful here isn't it," a deep voice said from behind the fountain on which she sat. Marie jumped and turned around. In front of her stood a tall man of about 17 or 18. He stood about 6'4, and had a head of mousy brown hair and dark chocolate eyes. He was well built and looked strong, though he had a kind face. He was wearing a pair of brown pants, and a Chinese style shirt with the top fastenings open to reveal a leather collar with iron chair around his neck.

"Oh my gosh. You scared me Marcus." Marie said to him. Marcus just laughed and hugged her. He knew, no matter how mad she seemed she wasn't ever really mad at him. I mean, even if he was a werewolf.