A while back—I mean a while back, I wrote a story with a similar title and premise months ago, or something like that...I don't know. Never really keep track of time a whole lot anyway—off topic!
Alright, so you see, I think a few of ya would remember this story from that time, but I deleted it. Why? Because I wanted to, and I felt it sucked from my perspective truthfully. So here's how it's gonna go. I was motivated through the lovely power of music and other such things that jumpstart my inspiration to write this again, but as a one-shot.
Maybe I'll make it as a full story...maybe...who knows? Life is weird. At some point I will or will not. Anything could happen to be truthful to ya guys.
On a side note: it has been a while since I wrote anything, but to anybody who read the last chapter of my story 'I'm Back' knows that I promised, and said, that I'm, well, back. And I plan on getting on the swing of things in writing.
So here we are!
Unlike most stories with vampires, and Lycans, and other such creatures; there will be no magic involved in this if I continue this as a full story. It is world of evolution. Meaning that these two creatures stemmed, and evolved, from humanity.
Though the question as to how men and women can morph into bipedal, wolf-like, killing machines works without magic or whatever. Because they can. And this is my story so piss off. Oh! And vampires can't die in the sun in this world...so there's that...yeah...
When ya look at it...you can come up with a lot of ideas with the Loud House in stories.
Alright, wasted enough time! Let's get on with this alternate Earth and see our favorite white haired guinea pig in action!
What? He is a guinea pig. I mean have ya read the stories that are out there in this site?
Also! A bit of world building.
Now! Story time...
"Speech"
'Thinking/inner thoughts'
[Radio]
~oOo~
Lucy...
Sergail, Remal...
Continent: Divisus...
Year: 2025...
Every few seconds, Lucy would brush her tongue across her teeth; said oral appendage she would have coil around her two upper fangs of her mouth. Pressing against the tips of her white, predatory rippers, feeling as the skin breaks again, and the familiar iron would flood her tastebuds. The pale beauty would relish in the sensasation if not the current situation she found herself in. The concept of consuming blood has always been considered a taboo; an act against god and all things human and to, well, humanity...but she was not human—they were not human, to be totally clear. Carefully she maneuvered herself from the harsh, scattered debris that littered the streets she and her surrounding company of bloodsuckers found themselves in.
'Sergail...' She repeated in her mind. The capital of Remal. One of the the twenty-four nation's of mankind's 'oh-so-great' union. It was beyond pitiful in her eyes as all she could make out was no more than wreckage of human design and creation alongside the scattered remains of bodies of men, and women...and countless children of varying skin colors from the pale, pink white to the darkest of black all coated in the same red liquid each and every one of them holds within their very beings.
The very sight was disgusting really. To think she finds beauty in death, though in truth, there was no beauty in any of this. Stopping momentarily so she can side step a lone dismembered arm far from its owner. She followed the stains with her crystal red eyes, hidden behind her bangs, yet she was lost in its scattered path as more corpses obscured it. Shrugging slightly, she continued on her path alongside the others as they marched in their black uniforms, weapons in hand, and armored vehicles making way as cover and a symbol of their might. Many of the Collective soldiers howled and hollered in delight (much to her displeasure) at their victory over humanity. How they have finally torn apart the Remazi lines that held them back. How they grinned with a bit of an animalistic bite in their fantasy to one day watch the Union capital of Audrey burn infront of them.
'Soon' they say. 'Soon' their generals reply. 'Soon' their leaders promise...
"Soon," she whispered, no louder than the wind. Lucy shivered from the cool air that brushed across her white skin, rippling her uniform made to fit her feminine frame. Fall has arrived and it decided to stay for this moment. Winter and fall have always been her favorites of the four seasons Earth gives them...
Winter was...his favorite...
Ah fuck...
She's thinking about him again, and before she knew it she's picturing him. His smile, his white hair, his blue eyes—human eyes. How much he loved her, how he promised to protect her. Bound by blood of family. Her breath hitched, but she kept her pace, though slower. Her ears stung in past sounds haunting her with laughter of joy and compassion. Birthdays, family trips, stupid comedy shows (if you could call that comedy). The promise they will always be together. Never separated. Always a family united...
Lies, lies, nothing more than fucking lies! Human lies spewed from the mouth of her father—no more than just a filthy ape. That's what they are; no more than apes that lie!
He lied to her. They lied to her! Linc...Lincoln lied to her...
He left her...
Lucy hated it. The emotions...all of it. On the outside she looked fine, well her version of fine, stoic face, no emotion of any as her mouth was in a bored thin line, and her eyes hidden, but in the inside she was mess of pain. Without control for that moment she unintentionally released a distressed scent that only her fellow vampires and even Lycans can pick up with their heightened animalistic senses.
She was brought back as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning quickly to face whoever it was with the intent to push them off as she doesn't just let anyone to dare touch her. But her expression softened as she made eye contact with a close friend of hers.
"Are you ok?" The dark haired female asked her with a tinge of worry in her usual neutral tone. In that mere moment, Lucy took in the scent she dispelled in the air and quickly ended it with an even greater one that masked it.
She nodded. "Yes, I'm fine, Haiku." Her friend knew better than to pry, but her equally red iris did show she wasn't in the least bit convinced, but she dropped it for now as they had to keep moving.
Sighing softly, "Very well." Haiku glanced over her friends shoulder as she caught sight of a familiar male making his way towards them. Lucy knew he was just behind her as his dominating scent followed him everywhere he went. Haiku pulled away and left her alone with her...lover.
"Isn't it beautiful?" He asked. Hand outstretch as he emphasized on the sheer destruction surrounding them. Lucy cringed as she her pointed ears picked up the sound of a body being crushed by the large, thick wheels of their surrounding Humvees; bones breaking into fine powder in the already decaying corpse.
With a feral expression and fire in his eyes, Edwin grinned savagely as he straightened himself up and removed his hand from the young woman he had his eyes on for a long time.
"The era of man will be no more," he chuckled. Floating debris fell like snow that coated his upper body in it's defiled waste. He kicked the corpse of a teenage girl without a care as he marched on with her in tow.
Lucy took a quick glance at that corpse. The haunted look in her glassy eyes, tongue rolled out slightly, and blood still dripping from her enter and exit wounds. She looked older than maybe fourteen or so.
Edwin stopped her as he pointed his clawed right index at a particular building, his smile never leaving him. She looked up and saw the visual of a Union flag fall shamefully and forcefully onto the destroyed city streets. The eagle protecting the twenty-four stars no more as the vampires on top of said building raise their own. The black and blood colored fabric floated in the air as they heard the cutter and planter roar at the top of his lungs, others throughout the city accompany him in the belief of victory.
Back and forth they have fought. Now they have made it. It will end in blood, that is for sure.
A city will lie in dust.
But her eyes were somewhere else. As Edwin continued on with his praise and hate for man, she focused on the billboard that miraculously survived the explosive hell of shell after shell from earlier. Though it was stained and broken and torn apart with faded blast scars, seeming as it would fall in any given moment; the person on it made her widen her eyes by only a mere fraction as she found control, not wanting to release any other distressed scent.
She knew who the woman was, any idiot would, but she knew her better. She was her sister after all. Lucy took in the image of the third born of her long ago family. The crazed rebel turned rock sensation. The purple highlights on her hair and eyes alongside that wild expression of her lolled out tongue ready to to scream her head off in her sound.
'Luna...' So many years...
Even as she is human, a part of Lucy hopes she's safe and knows better...a part that is.
Instinctively Lucy placed her hand over her firearm, feeling over the holster of her pistol. She just had this feeling. The type where it seems a foreign sensation is wrapping around her gut. She may not be the only one. The dead city seems too quiet. There hasn't been any human seen sans the dead ones...nor Lycan's on the roofs...
Her hair stood up on the back of her neck...it felt like she was being watched...
~oOo~
Lincoln...
Sergail Ruins...
Eliza Hotel...
2025...
The man with the plan...heh. Such a childish title he gave himself when he still saw the world in a hopeful light.
He feels far from being said man with the plan, but he learned one must make do with what they got, so here we are. In the desecrated, war torn city that held a light of life and history so rich that it expands so far before the evolutionary divide that gave birth to two vile creatures that stand amongst man.
Three races. All three intelligent; able to communicate, write, and plan, and destroy, and create, and fuck with all their hearts content. One the oldest and weakest physically. Having inherited the world first as the longest reigning dominant species, doing as they please. The second stemming from the first, with fangs as sharp as a blades, and skin pale like paper, born with the thirst for blood...in the literal sense. And last the third. Born either man or woman with an inner beast inside. Able to shift into a horrible bipedal monster of hell and nature's wrath at will. Slaughtering, never stopping; a path of entrails, screams, and hanging flesh from its maws will greet anyone as they fight on even with a blade in their gut.
It was said a man fucked a wolf for the third to be born. Hehehe...but that's just a sick campfire story...
Human, Vampire, and Lycan. The three intelligent races of Earth. As you can expect...mankind did not enjoy the competition...neither did the bloody blood suckers. The Lycans had no choice though.
Coughing into his free hand as the other holds on to to his ERL-22 assault rifle, a human weapon, reliable at that, Lincoln made his way past the broken halls that rumbled earlier from the combined might of artillery and airstrikes by the Collective. Aches and pain plagued the Union solider as he swept his white, faded hair from his eyes, loose strands dyed in his and others blood. Dirt and grime littered his face alongside bruises and cuts, his right arm bandage as he ripped off a piece of shrapnel embedded in the flesh earlier.
He swiveled his head left and right to gaze upon the men and women ready for the fight of their lives. Many being survivors and veterans of the Remazi front; they saw first hand the horror and lost of months of fighting to keep back a foe that has no rest. Watching with him as the city burns...
Yet they shall not surrender without a fight...this war is not over.
Weapons in hand as they made their way past him, quickly, yet silently setting themselves up on the upper and lower floors of the hotel. The wounded fought against the medics as they picked up their rifles; many limped, others only had one arm, or one eye, or one leg, but found a way to fight anyway.
He doesn't know if this is courage or suicide. What's the difference anyway? He mentally shrugged.
'It's like bravery and stupidity, same fucking thing.' He actually chuckled for a good few seconds from that pessimistic thought. He swiped his hand across the soft walls, scraping against it with his dirtied nails. As he continued to turn his head to study every little detail in his path, he saw from across the city, in a not so far distance, a Union flag cut off without a care, and tossed aside like dirt towards the shatterd ground. Stopping, subconsciously he rubbed his hand the symbol of his allegiance around his shoulder. The arm band torn, yet held onto him. He watched on as the Vampire that hung it's flag in place roar into the skies. Everyone heard it.
It was a great motivator though. Curses and hate for their race grew as each soldier of humanity was dead set on spilling their species disgusting fluids.
War is war...
Lincoln remembers the stories from before his time...hell before even the people who told him. They said the world was once theirs. They said how humanity tried to destroy itself before 'they' were born, how man divided itself into different races by color and beliefs. He never really understood that as a child, and truthfully has a hard time understanding that a bit even now as an adult.
Radios came to life as chatter grew in his ear. Continuing through the long hallway with a blank look in his eye the twenty-four-year-old clenched his hand into a fist, sighing as it popped.
He remembered the stories his grandfather told him and him alone as his sisters were never interested, sans one...by god he misses her, but she chose her path as he has too. The haunted look in Albert's eyes, or Pop-Pop as he and his siblings called him, whenever he recalled old tales of real life nightmares that have plagued him as much as the C.A.M War has plagued Linc's father, and now the man with the plan shall be haunted.
But speaking of horror, Lincoln has to say that the most nightmarish of stories didn't come from his family, but from the old grouch next door. May he Rest In Peace. His eyes flickered with a hint of sadness. He liked Henry, he was a good man. He even let him call him Henry. Everyone has to die, he knows that...doesn't make it easier if you care about that person.
A few minutes now...soon he thought..."Soon" he muttered.
The Second Dominance War. He remembers how he would sit on the old farts equally grouchy port, his sisters and parents confused as hell. Heh' it was funny really, their expressions. Then Henry, with a beer in hand, fat ass on his rocker, would retell the boy at the time of his generations war against the bloodsuckers and the nightmare they brought. Linc knows what the Dominance Wars are—any idiot throughout the whole world and all three races know. The first was between just man and Vampire kind as they fought for the world, so many humans died...so many Vampires were born. The second was the same deal just new weapons, new leaders, tech etc. but with the added bonus of Lycans as their kind was forced by both sides to fight for them or face genocide.
The way Henry told him made the boy shiver and terror ridden at night that he even feared his own mother of all people from what she was. He hated that. It actually made her cry. His hand clenched into a fist from that shameful moment. That was what he was: a son that made his mom cry. But the way he described it: the howling at night as trenches were raided, men clawed apart as their faces had no meaning in that very word as there was nothing left but hanging flesh and broken bone, how they leapt and crawled and hanged off their defenses. The squeamish sound the old man made as he described what they sounded like when they burned...
And the Lycans. He knows it's true as he's seen it in person. No preservation of their lives in combat, throwing away their emotions as they drop their weapons and rip and tear. Screaming turning into barking. Men committing suicide in the fear of being eaten.
When you see a man with his intestines in the mouth of another as his killer and eater munches on it like a midnight snack...you are forever fucked in the dome.
He stopped again to gaze at the broken billboard from way onward. A soft expression in his sky blue eyes, slight warmth flickered but shut off as fast. She really has grown. Of course she has, just look at her, she was destined to be one of the legends.
"Luna..." Even in just picture form she was beautiful, he could feel her passion from the still image, her wild nature and her rebel attitude.
He hasn't really thought on them for a long time. How long has it been since he ran? Twelve...yeah twelve years.
His orbs shifted downwards on the sight of the moving Collective forces, picking up the slight few shouting their victory, unaware at what lays before them.
He could never really truly hate the Vampires. He remembered how his mother barred her fangs at Henry whenever he filled his young mind with racism on her kind. Truthfully he didn't see them as much different, though his thoughts have shifted. He loved his mother—still will and always will even in death. She may be scary at times, but this is the woman who carried him, birthed, and fed him with love and care only a mother would have.
A fifty-fifty chance, and he was born human.
Weird isn't it? His grandfather married a Vamp, and his father did as well. It's in his blood.
We're all animals. A belief he holds know.
He made it to his destination as he heard a cough. Bringing his head down, the Loud met the sight of an old friend who is equally a mess as he is. The dark skinned man gave Linc a small smile as he held a Demarro sniper rifle in hand, uniform torn with inner armor plates shown like his. Blood stains coated him as well.
"Hey, how's it goin?" The black man asked.
Linc brought a hand on his friends shoulder. "I'm fine, Clyde. You ready?" McBride grinned, revealing his dirtied teeth. Even with one eye, the other covered by a dirtied bandage that lost its once innocent white color, he was beyond ready to kick ass.
"Hell yeah." Craning his head from their cover he studied the troops from below. "Won't be much help down there when ya guys go close, but I'll be able to give them the hurt." Patting his rifle.
Lincoln chuckled. "Good to know old friend."
Clydes expression shifted away from his slight cheery one as he brought a finger to his radio headset. "They're ready."
Linc nodded.
"Channel seven...on your command." Clyde grunted as he flipped himself on his stomach, already taking aim when his finger switched off the safety. Already his first target made his eye grow soft as he knew her. "I'm sorry about-"
"Lucy?" Clyde nodded. Linc sighed, rubbing a hand on his face. "Let her be...she's mine." Even with the years of practice and perfection in masking how he feels, Clyde heard, and even felt, the pain his childhood friend tried to keep away. Who can blame him? That's his damn sister!
Shifting his scope away from her, Clyde saw another that caught his interest, and he saw no problem in ending him.
"Ol' Eddy's with them."
"I saw him too." Flipping to channel seven.
Thirty seconds~
Rifles were shouldered, cover was found, LMG's placed and ready, and eyes were set.
Linc gave his friend a side glance. "As much as I want him dead, I need ya to focus on the vehicle gunners."
Clyde mumbled a few curses under his breath. "Yes sir," he sighed. Shifting his rifle a few inches to the left.
Heh, Lincoln snorted. 'Sir...never gonna get used to that.'
Twenty Seconds~
Looking up at the still standing rooftops and flickering his gaze left towards the glass covered mall, Linc studied these positions with an analytical eye. Placing a finger on his communicator, his eyes traveled downwards towards a certain young woman as she moved along unaware at the impending surprise in just a few seconds. In that small time frame Lincoln felt his gut swarm with feelings he kept buried for years now after that fateful night where he chose the cowards way and ran.
No shame in running away...he kept telling himself that, but gained no relief in his jumbled mind. Ever the same fuck up, ever the one who couldn't do the right thing and be the older brother he should've been.
Same parents, different species...
She really has grown up. Just by looking at her he felt his right cheek flare up in pain, right where three slash marks marred his skin. The burning sensation causing his eye to twitch slightly as he brought a hand to scratch the puffy, red scars. Similar sensations peppered his body as it spread like a wild fire; from his ribs, left thigh, and the marks on his right shoulder, close to the neck, where white fangs once sunk in frenzy...
All created by her...
He has to say that this takes siblings fights into a whole other level.
Ten seconds~
As the old saying goes: the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Or something like that.
Alliances were made and with it deals as the drive for victory was great, even if it meant shaking hands with literal monsters.
~oOo~
Sergail Rooftops...
2025...
Your treated like a monster your entire life you tend to act like one. Though, for Eric, it's mainly for shits and giggles, but it gets old fast. Like most things really. He can't lie that it isn't kinda funny when humans find out what the fuck he is. Their expressions and horror filled faces.
'Lycan!' They scream. 'Lycan!' They roar as they attack or run. 'Lycan!' They call him and the rest of his kind. Though he prefers that than being a weak human or a stuck up Vamp. The fleas suck though, and the tendency to howl whenever the moon is full for whatever reason...
Seriously someone give him an explanation as to why he does that when he doesn't want to in the first place. He's gonna have to wait in line for that.
Laying on his belly with a bored expression on his face as he chewed on a small chicken bone he's been keeping with himself for some time, sprinkling some salt or sugar, or both, to give it flavor. The Lycan had to admit that it was quite a sight and a once in a lifetime chance to see a city of places, a human one at that. Even if it does look a bit fucked...and dead...fucked and dead. Heh' that's new. He'll have to remember that later.
New sensations and scents, alongside side old ones as he knew the smell of Vampires when he saw one.
'Sniff' yeah you could smell the blood, and the stuck up attitude.
His ears perked up to sounds of his team grinding their claws on the concrete they laid on, itching for a fight. Already emotions were being suppressed, clothing removed as they prepared to shift, and weapons cocked.
Eric knew he should do the same with his clothing, but he really didn't see the point in the moment as he knew he might die there. That's a lot of guns, and there's only so many bullets his body could take.
They call this the 3rd Dominance War, but he and so many others of his kind, even the bandit tribes, call it another dick measuring contest, or for the ladies: who's got the biggest cup size or some shit.
Weird how it's always these two duking it out but his people are always dragged in...Alright he has to admit that this was choice in this war. The Milita was shifting in leadership; Packs were not happy and many joined up for cash, power, or excitement. Some picked the sides they thought would win and hopefully treat them better...a fools dream.
They awaited their orders, his orange irises switching between the convoy, Eliza Hotel, other surrounding rooftops and the mall up ahead. Eric was never care on who he fought for; human, Vampire—it was all the same. They preach the same shit and wage the same hate, though he's not saying his kind is any better. He has to admit they do bitch a bit to much, but that must come from being a slave race back in the day afterall.
Shock and awe. The radio in his ear crackled to life as a light smile morphed on his face as he stood up tall, others did with him. His feet bare without protection, never saw the whole purpose of shoes in the first place. His claws extended alongside his hair ever so slightly.
That's what humans called it. Shock and awe.
All they really understood was destroy their will by any means. Nothing is off tables. And by that: mutilation, eating, and beating someone to death with their severed arm is ok.
[This is Loud. Do it.]
It's all by thought. All by will. No more than second nature...along with slight pain and discomfort.
With his command registered in their ears, each of the men on the roofs fell into a trance of glee and primal urges. Acting on their biological makeup to change into what nature, or god, intended them to be. Eric's smile left him as his mouth went agape with his teeth extending and his bones breaking and dislocating over and over, the pops were audible. Grunts and moans escaped their tongues.
The urge to scream at the top of his lungs filled Eric as he felt his tan flesh rip apart like the fragile fibers of his clothing that hung off his being in a ratty manor. Hair grew and spread across chest, legs, arms, and bottoms from the varying colors of light brown to the black as midnight. Eyes glew in a orange flame as their pupils held nothing but a dark abyss of nothingness. Those who stayed in mans form took step backs. Unfazed by the nauseating noise and wince inducing sight infront of them as what stood before them was a pack of lupine like beings. Taller than the average man, and far more bloodthirsty than the average Vampire.
Panting, Eric hunched over with claws extended, hands big enough to grip a full grown mans head and fully cover it like a hat. Finding his breath the Lycan male stood over 7ft tall and roared at the top of his lungs. Echoing throughout the desolate city. Vampires down below heard, some jumping from the sudden scare as they ready arms, making out the multiple silloettes standing far above them.
A lone Vamp raised an extended finger as he screamed—"LYCANS!" Already his brother and sisters in arms pulled up their weapons to fire. Edwin growled, ready to command hell on the filthy beasts he has no problem to rid of, only to switch directions as the glass coverings of the mall to their left shattered in a frenzy of wild animals jumping off with little self preservation from the high stories. Their bones took the brunt of the force when they touched the ground; MG turrets of their humvees swiveled towards the rushing pack of Lycans.
Until...
"OPEN FIRE!" Bullets tore apart any of the Collective that stood in the open, dead before they hit the floor, blood pooling along the cracks of the asphalt ground. Haiku pulled Lucy to cover as the pale beauties were almost grinned into dust. Edwin hissed with barred fangs of anger and disgust. To be surrounded by Lycans is pain enough, but to fall for a human trap? That is beyond insulting.
From all directions a firefight consumed the streets as bodies piled up. Some were thrown as many were eviscerated by their lupine counterparts.
With shaking fists, ol' Eddy took command.
"Aim for the hotel and level their cover!" He ordered the ones on the MG's. About to give off the rest of his command until a speeding Lycan aimed for him. The Vampire morphing his mouth into a sneer of disgust. Others about to stop the creature were to late as it leapt above their heads, aiming for Edwin. But this was not his first dance with their kind. Ducking below the creature, the Lycan hit the ground, loosing its footing as it smacked against debris. Mouth slobbering and growling from its mistake before a stinging feeling of pain and flying blood brought it back to reality. Edwin already took its mistake as an advantage, jabbing his clawed hand like a dagger onto its throat, digging deeper and deeper until he hit bone, twisting clockwise. The Lycan whimpered and gagged in its own blood, paws smacking against the ground until death took it away.
Removing his hand, breathing out of control, and an uncontrollable bloodlust filling him. "And slaughter every one of these beasts...NOW!"
~oOo~
Clyde..
Eliza Hotel...
It was like a fucking action movie playing infront of him. Well his scope to be more exact. The Remazi sniper legend took his time in leveling his shots; hold and release, then 'BOOM' Watching was brain and skull bits fly in a pink mist. Gone like...uhh...gone like...ahh fuck it! Just-just gone ok! He really doesn't need to explain. Just imagines someone's head getting blown apart and there's your fuckin' picture.
One Eye Jack, where did that name come from? Seriously. I mean he can understand One Eye—hold up. Holding his breath, Clyde pulled the trigger on a Vamp trying to get a jump on some of the Humans who had balls to run down into that fray. Like if he had control of his strings, the bloodsucker flew away in a haze of red. Pulling back the bolt of his rifle, he went back at it.
But Jack? How?
But lets just put that away for now. Sometimes he wonders how his dads would react to him now. It's something else really. An overprotective kid grows up into this; sore, tired, and seen enough shit that he really misses Lopez right now, but he still remembers her words of advice.
Things change...and with it so has he.
It's a fucked up world he lives in. Makes him wonder how in the hell did this all start. Man was cruel enough to itself; beat itself, killed itself, enslaved itself, and divided itself to the point they forgot they were the same species. The term animal has changed now. Something we label that's not human but a living creature, but at times we call ourselves animals. Technically humans are animals, we're mammals, so animals. Now a days it's just a slur for either a Vamp or Lycan, vice versa.
He stopped his shooting to stare off with his one good eye at the horror show playing infront of him. On a toppled Collective Humvee stood a Lycan on both legs howling at the top of his lungs as he had a lone Vamp by the legs and threw his body around like a little girl pissed at her girly dolly, smacking a few of the bloodsuckers with the "baseball bat" in hand. Before he took enough shots to fall.
We'll never get along, he knows that. After all these years, maybe finally one of the species would be on top. Sure as hell won't be them, he can assure you that. He doesn't feel like being a slave or second class.
Unlike the trenches of Remazi, Clyde's on top now. Every shot he took, every new body sent to deaths door, no one knew where to aim for him. Can't even follow the shots from the frenzy.
He took a quick glance to his side to see Linc was gone. Static played on his ear as he heard his white haired friends voice.
[Smoke out now!]
'Close and personal now?' He understood perfectly as to why he would go out there. Kinda...Clyde was an only child, so asking if he understands your answer would be no. He can't and won't picture it. He only hopes his friend doesn't just come back alive, but still sane...
'BOOM!'
He shook as screams caused him to wince with a bit lip as he also spat out grime and dust that flew down from the explosive death hitting upstairs above him. Following the fading smoke trail, he caught sight of a Vamp holding an RPG, reloading in the hopes of another shot, his neck was ruptured when Clyde was done with him.
White smoke filled the air as canisters rolled and met the ground. Many ran out with weapons ready, going toe-to-toe.
This was really something else. Paint the picture with his eye. The young, black sniper took it all in. He watched as his fellow man be torn apart and put up a fight the best they can before being stomped or their necks torn off. Others tearing their opposites apart with concentrated fire. Limbs flew and organs were kissed by the partly clouded sun after being pulled out by Lycans, who made the biggest mess. Howls and guns and hisses and explosions filled his mind...
Who needs sleep anyways?
~oOo~
Lucy...
Pulling the trigger of her pistol, Lucy watched as two of the charging humans fell to her precise rounds. Blood flew and cloth torn as they met the ground dead. The third she missed as he shifted his rifle as a club meant for her and her alone. A feral look in his brown eyes as her red stared half lidded with him. Swinging, she spun elegantly away from him. Her speed greater and strength far greater, even as she didn't look like much. Her small hands gripped his right arm, forcing him to drop his rifle in agony as she pushed down after her arm twisted his in the direction where it wasn't meant to.
Something she picked up from a certain sporty sister.
The human screeched when bone popped, causing his flesh to take a deformed shape. Unable to speak when she placed her barrel on his temple and pulled the trigger.
'BLAM!' His blood stained her dark uniform. Dropping him Lucy spun in time to have a sticky wetness coat her face and a body drop infront of her. Glancing from the female human corpse infront of her, then to the smoking barrel of her friend. Her eyes picked up the rising white smoke. They were trying to blind them.
"You should really pay more attention." Haiku monotoned like always, but in the edge of her voice was hint of adrenaline.
Wiping away the blood and licking it off her face. "Hmm..." The smoke rose and stayed as a white wall surrounded them. Her nose unable to pick up any new scents sans the ones already in motion. Her muscles tensed alongside her good friend, the two close to the other as they had each other's backs. Though, even as they looked no more than small petite women, their strength was far superior than most humans. A natural trait in their animalistic biological makeup. They can hold their own physically, but seeing how Lycans are apart of this...no is one word.
In that time frame of unease, Lucy saw a dark, tall silhouette quickly approach her friend, Haiku unable to sense her as she was distracted to the louder noise. With a raised hand when the silhouette raised his weapon as a club—"LOOK OU—" she could only watched as her friend meet the ground unconscious with a sick crack meeting her heightened ears. A pool of anger grew in Lucy. Before she could attack the attacker swung his weapon at her, she saw this and dodged with ease. Pulling her pistol at him before—'Click-Click...'
Jammed...fuck...
He gripped her dainty arm with his calloused ridden hand, his strong taking her aback. In retaliation, as he pulled her to him, she sunked her claws onto his visible scar ridden arm, he bit back a groan when the skin broke and blood met the outside. In their struggle of dominance, he was losing fast as she was overpowering him bit by bit. With a quick burst of his own power the man brought her close enough to throw his head back and introduce his forehead with the bridge of her nose!
Lucy screeched as blood ran down her sniffer. In that time frame she lost control and tumbled with him in tow. The two smacking against the other, her head meeting the ground a good few times, him feeling her claws sink even deeper as his bruised hip kissed a jagged rock.
Pulled apart, and far enough from the fray of smoke where they could see each other...Lucy's eyes widened behind her hair with her mouth hanging open. Breathing hitched as infront of her was the only one she needed most in life. Her mind couldn't comprehend at the man infront of her. His body hunched as he stood up, a slight stumble on his step. A keen eye she had, scanning him inch by inch, every scar others and she...left him from before. His dead eyes that grew in emotion and a hailstorm of fight from just looking at her. He too scanning her.
He left you...
Her hands shook as she didn't want this...not now. A furry of hate and raging sadness filled her with a hint of...happiness...why? Why is she happy? WHY?!
She needed you...
He did this to her, that he knows greatly. So many promises when they were children, he was no more than a liar. How does it feel? Breaking every promise to your baby sister? The one you promised to protect till death when they brought her back from the hospital. How does it feel to be a asshole in this story? Every wound you kissed as she fell down, every bully who's fist you took for her and her alone. How does it feel to know you failed?!
Where's that happy ending he promised you?...
Lucy got up as well, her entire body in a state of tremors. Slowly she took control as her emotions were carefully masked, but one cannot be stopped as it controlled her fully.
Pain.
Pure agonizing pain.
The worst kind: emotional...
Her claws extended. Fangs barred. Blood still ran down her nose.
You broke it...
He left her alone in a world filled with madness and hate. Finding his stance, Linc unsheathed a six-inch combat knife, the serrated edge gleaming.
He's here though...
One tear left her eye...
You can't fix it...
Wiping his hair from his eyes. Sweat fell from his head. His knife hand extended as the other gripped into a fist.
All things must die...
A feral growl escaped her lips, her body tensed, legs trembling.
You did this on purpose...
His teeth gritted with renowed strength, his body ready. Blade gripped harder than before. The two stood off the other.
Your knight in shining armor...
Lucy lost all control as a massive roar escaped her lips. Never has she felt this way, never has she screamed at a pitch this loud before. Her throat burning in fire as she sprinted at her brother, leaping at heights beyond his species capability! She met his distance. Clawed hand extended for him and him alone! Lincoln moved quick and thrusted his knife!
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Woah boy! That took awhile. I hope y'all enjoyed this little one-shot of mine. I know I could've posted it in my other story 'Story Time' along with the other shots, but I wanted to make this into an individual one.
I've seen other stories that involved vampires and werewolves with the Louds, but I decided to do my own things. This is my take on Vampires and Lycans.
Also, yep, I added Edwin 'cause why the hell not?
But the story isn't done yet.
Check it—
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Somewhere in the Loud Multiverse...
Loud House Residence...
Living Room...
2017...
Usually at time like this the Loud siblings would A: Fight the other for control of the almighty remote until there is nothing left to destroy, and their parents are forced to finally intervene, ground them, and work longer hours to just repay for the stuff lost. Or B: Watch Dessert Storm or Dreamboat, and that's that. No biting, clawing, cursing, or dirty tricks (looking at you Lola).
But that wasn't the case right now.
No, instead nine of the Loud sisters, including both Rita and Lynn Sr, went outside to spend the nice spring day as a family. But two stayed in as it was her show she anticipated for is finally on, and her brother made a promise to watch it with her.
Sitting on the couch was none other than Lucy and Lincoln Loud. The youngest snuggled closer to her older, nerdy brother. Linc smiled slightly, happy that's she's happy, but bored out of damn mind from having to watch 'The Vampires of Melancholia.' He's amazes the show made it to its twelfth season of all things...
That's...wow. Makes him wonder just how many love this show...and how the actors that play in it think of it. Eh' money is money after all. As long as they get their pockets full, who cares?
Lucy swooned at the lead male vampire. "Oh, Edwin~" Hugging the bust she brought with her...Lincoln just kept his mouth shut. He can't really judge her...he did put a picture of Christina on said bust...and made out with it...
Moving on...
Lucy turned her attention towards her older brother. "Hey Lincoln?" Her voice still monotoned as always.
"Yeah?" An eyebrow raised.
"Wouldn't it be cool if vampires were real?"
"It would be...something. But, yeah, I think it would be cool." Giving her a genuine smile.
She smiled herself, though small. "It would be amazing."
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And that's a wrap!
Please review, fav, and follow, and tell me what ya think.
I'm really thinking of maybe making this into a full story.
Also:
Union- Human...
Collective- Vampire...
Milita- Lycan...
Incase anyone was confused. Also hope y'all enjoyed the bit of world building.
Till next time...
Hound, out...