Author's Notes: I'm so angry right now! The site removed my story Razorblade Kiss and I don't know why! But I guess it's good in a way…I can work the changes I made in Love of an Enemy into the story better now.


It's our nature to destroy ourselves

It's our nature to kill ourselves

It's our nature to kill each other

It's in our nature to kill, kill, kill

"Blood Brothers," Papa Roach


The Night Before

"I don't get why you're so mad. You got alone time with a hot girl, every straight guy in the world would kill to have been in your place."

Yamato fought off the strong urge to roll his eyes at Taichi's comment; it was always in his best friend's personality to make flippant remarks like that. Most of the time Taichi's sarcasm worked on his nerves and tonight was no exception.

"I'm angry because you and the others all fucked around with my life. I don't need to be set up and I don't want to."

Taichi glared and stubbornly crossed his arms over his chest as the two of them turned into the alley they were patrolling. "Um…yeah you do. Yamato ever since Takeru died you've buried yourself in work. You never do anything anymore!"

Yamato whirled around with his fists clenched so tightly that his nails were digging into the fleshy palms of his hands. Taichi did not bring up Takeru…

"Taichi shut the fuck up! You don't-,"

He was cut off by a low guttural growl coming from somewhere in the darkness; beside him Taichi unsheathed the katana he had hidden under his coat as Yamato retrieved his battle ax crafted out of pure silver.

A few long moments passed and nothing popped out of the shadows to attack them. Yamato lowered his ax a few inches, thinking that whatever was there would be gone by now; he was wrong. Without warning three hundred pounds of flesh and fur hurtled itself at them, knocking Yamato to the ground and leaving Taichi with a shallow gash on his shoulder.

Yamato grabbed Taichi's uninjured shoulder and pulled himself off the ground as the thing turned to attack them again, revealing itself in the process. If it stood on its hind legs it would have reached eight feet and was all compact muscles and sleek fur. The fur covering its body was jet black, its eyes were a deep yellow, and its teeth and nails were the length of knives. Its face was long and ended in a muzzle and a long tail swished behind it as it stared them down.

"Yamato it's a werewolf! Quick get your axe!"

A smile spread across Yamato's pale face and he gripped the handle of his double-bladed weapon tighter. The werewolf growled and lowered her (the size was the way of identifying genders with werewolves; the male was bigger at nine feet yet the female was usually more deadly) body close to the ground before propelling herself at the two.

Yamato was ready for this and swung his axe towered the mass of fur barreling at them. The blade dug into her flank and she howled in anguish; the wound blistered over immediately as though she had been burned. Moaning piteously she licked her wounds and gazed up at the two vampire hunters as thought sizing it up. Obviously deciding against attacking them head on again, she turned and ran down the street with her tail between her legs.

Yamato frowned and returned his battle axe to his hiding place in his coat. No matter, the werewolf would give them at least two more times in the present to eliminate her. He could be patient.

As though able to read his mind, Taichi asked, "Matt you're not really thinking of killing her are you?"

"Well considering the fact that werewolves are monsters and we kill monsters…I'd have to say yes, I'm going to kill her."

"But Matt most of the time werewolves are humans. We don't kill people."


Hours after this conversation, the sun rose over Odaiba Park, waking the few types of wildlife inhabiting it. But deep inside the park, off the beaten trail, something other than some squirrels or rabbits was being rudely woken by the sun.

Lying face down in a thicket of thorn bushes and short grasses was Sora Takenouchi. She was completely naked and covered in long cuts and scratches; the lesions covering her entire body were bleeding and ached. The taste of blood was in her mouth and her head pounded as her eyes opened.

She blinked. Why in the world was she in the park instead of at home? She looked down at herself and paled; what the hell had happened to her last night? Was she attacked or something.

After a few seconds a horrible thought struck her, much in the manner that horrible thoughts come in these situations. She knew why she was in the park in this state and her stomach lurched unpleasantly.

"Oh shit…"


Author's Notes: That's all for now. Sorry this chapter was so short; the next ones will be longer. I wonder how she'll react to being a werewolf. Oh well, please read and review.