"W-what?" Stan asked, hardly believing what the vampire had said.

"She's a werewolf Stan! She's been one for several thousand years!" Alana croaked. Stan glared at the girl pinned to the tree. The same girl he had been in several relationships with… Is a werewolf!?

"Wendy, you're going to have to start explaining now!"

"Maybe if bat girl here would put me down!" Wendy snapped, only for Alana to tighten her grip.

"What did you just call me you filthy flea ridden mutt!?"

"Alana, I really don't think a corpse could give a good explanation!" Stan yelled. Alana sighed and dropped the girl to the ground. She turned away, but not before giving the werewolf a swift kick to the side.

"Thanks for that you blood sucking freak." Wendy said sarcastically before standing. She turned to Stan, who gave her an expectant look. She sighed. "I was bitten by a werewolf when I was seven years old. Which was a few thousand years ago."

"And did you think at all to cure yourself Wendy?"

"Well, werewolves can be cured, but why would I do that? Being a werewolf is amazing!"

"They all say that!" Alana snarled.

"Anyway." Wendy continued, resisting the urge to punch the vampire then and there. "One day I decided to pay a visit to South Park, but blood breath over there went ballistic on me!"

"I said it once and I'll say it again!" Alana hissed. "Your kind are not welcome here! And to this day they still aren't!"

"I'm not the only one of my kind in this town you pale freak!" Wendy snapped. "Anyway, a few days after I escaped death, I was approached by another vampire. This one however, had no intention to kill me. He was seeking to help my tribe!"

"Rorik." Alana hissed sharply.

"Exactly. Your own brother Alana. He worked with the head of my tribe until finally, we attacked your castle. We killed everyone inside except you!"

"You're wrong!" Wendy froze, turning to the vampire.

"What?"

"Maria still lives! She's been in the castle all this time!" Wendy's eyes narrowed at this statement.

"I thrust a dagger directly into Maria's heart! There is no possible way she could have survived!"

"You underestimate the Bloodmoon Clan Wendy! We aren't normal vampires! We were blessed by the gods themselves! The Bloodmoon Clan cannot be destroyed, even by one of its own!" Alana pulled a silver dagger from her belt, holding it at the werewolf in a threatening manner. "This is the very knife I injured you with all those years ago! And it will be the same knife that causes your death! Either by my hand, or Stan's!"

"Stan wouldn't kill me!" Wendy defended, turning her gaze to Stan, who just stood there. "R-right Stan?" Stan was at a crossroad. He looked at Wendy, the girl he had fallen for since the second grade, only to discover she was a werewolf. He turned his gaze to Alana. He had only known her for a short time, but when he saw her smile, it stirred emotions in him he didn't know he had.

"Wendy…"

"Y-you're not going to kill me Stan? You wouldn't do that?"

"I can't take your side Wendy."
"W-why not?"

"Because…." He sighed, knowing his answer would infuriate her. "I love Alana." It happened too fast for him to react. Wendy's scream of rage filled his ears, and her eyes turned into a light yellow, her fingernails turned into claws, and her teeth were razor sharp. Before he knew what had happened, an unbearable pain shot up his arm as Wendy sank her teeth into it. He became dizzy, the pain nearly making him pass out. It was ended when Alana jumped the girl and slammed her into a tree. The rage filled werewolf allowed her transformation to take over, and in seconds a large, humanoid black wolf was standing over the vampire.

"I TOLD YOU!" Alana screamed. "I TOLD YOU THAT YOU WOULD NOT TOUCH HIM!" She backhanded the werewolf with pure rage, sending it sprawling. The beast clambered up and pounced the vampire, who landed a kick to its jaw. The werewolf reached out and grabbed her throat, before slamming her into a tree with force. The vampire stood up, barely hurt. A ball of light appeared in the werewolf's clawed hand. Stan looked at this act in shock, realizing that even transformed werewolves were capable of magic.

"Alana!" The call from the boy was weak, as he began to feel strange, and highly unpleasant sensations spreading from where Wendy had sunk her teeth into him. The beast threw the ball of light energy at the vampire before she could even react. Alana gasped as the ball hit her, enveloping her in a shroud of light. Alana fell to her knees, suddenly feeling weak. The werewolf took this as an opportunity to grab her throat again. It slammed her into a tree multiple times, before dropping her at its feet. The shroud of light it had placed on her had vanished, but the damage had been done. The werewolf bent over her, preparing for a new meal…

Before Wendy could so much as even lick the vampire, she gave a howl of agony, and began thrashing around. It jerked around before coming to a stop near a large rock. Wendy slowly retook her human form, and when the only hair left on her body was the hair on her scalp, she looked up at the panting boy above her. Stan held Alana's silver dagger in his hand, its blade dripping with Wendy's blood. He fell to his knees and gazed at the injured werewolf. She looked at him for a moment before speaking.

"I-I loved you…" Her voice was raw, cracked.

"I thought I loved you Wendy, but in reality, we weren't meant for each other."

"I would've done it though." Wendy whispered, the pain becoming unbearable. "I would've cured myself just to be with you Stan."

"You can't change fate Wendy. This was meant to happen from the beginning. Your death was meant to happen." Stan responded, his voice filled with guilt.

"I guess you're right. I guess this was destined." Stan was quiet, merely starring at her. "If I'm gonna die, then could you give a dying girl one last wish?"

"What?" Stan sighed. She reached of and grabbed his shirt, pulling him in so that her mouth was right by his ear.

"There's a werewolf named Suron. He's one of my tribe, and he's here in South Park. Do me a favor, and kill him for me. Kill him, and let him know it was me who asked you to do it."

"Why do you want me to kill a member of your own tribe?" Stan whispered, confused. She pulled him a little closer, her voice barely audible.

"Because he's the one who bit me. The one who made me a werewolf in the first place." She let go of him, having barely any strength left. Stan pulled back, looking at the girl with pity in his eyes. He slowly lifted the dagger, and slammed it into her skull, killing her once and for all. The boy slowly made his way back to Alana, feeling odd all of a sudden. The vampire looked at him, starting to recover. Stan fell to his knees, causing the vampire to rush over in worry. She lifted his arm, examining the bite wound.

"She bit you." Alana whispered hoarsely. "She infected you. You're turning into a werewolf."

"I don't want to be a werewolf Alana!" Stan croaked. Sweat began to appear on him.

"I know." She whispered, leaning down to his arm. "Which is why I have to do this." Before he could even attempt to respond, she had sunk her fangs into the wound. A searing pain shot up his arm before he blacked out.

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"He killed her!?" The werewolf asked in disbelief. Suron stared at him heatedly.

"Yes, just before Wendy could kill that bratty vampire, the mortal boy jumped her with a silver dagger. I ran back her when I saw it. He stabbed her too many times for her to come out alive!" The tribe leader sighed.

"We have no choice then. If not even Wendy could bring down that vampire, then they've left us no choice." He straightened up, his eyes filled with anger. "Go tell Rorik to pay his sisters a little visit."

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Stan slowly opened his eyes. He was laying in a large, comfortable bed. He felt weak. Too weak to even move his limbs. A soft groan escaped his mouth, only for a bowl to be pushed against his lips. A searing liquid went down his throat, causing him to nearly choke.

"Stan. It's Ok. This will help you." The voice was soft, and familiar. Stan willingly drank the strange liquid. His strength came back so he could move again. Though he still felt weak, he turned his head to the speaker.

"Alana." He watched as the vampire set the bowl down. She turned to him, worry in her eyes.

"It's Ok Stan."

"Y-you bit me. Am I-."

"You're not a vampire. I only sucked the werewolf venom out of you. There's no more chance of you become a werewolf."

"Thank you Alana." She smiled and sat on the bed next to him.

"It must be hard for you though. Wendy died by your hand."

"I don't really care that much."

"Why not?" The vampire asked softly.

"My heart belongs to someone else." Before she could reply, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer. He planted his lips against hers. It was as if a million fireworks had gone off at once. It was perfect. Alana moaned softly into his mouth before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. They stayed like this for a few minutes before finally pulling apart.

"I love you Alana." Stan whispered into her ear. "I love you more then anything and anyone I'll ever come across."

"I love you too." Alana whispered, embracing him. The two stayed like that for a few minutes, Alana enjoying the loving embrace and the heat his body was giving off. Soon, both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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"AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" The scream jolted the vampire and her new lover from their slumber. The boy stared around in shock while the vampire's eyes widened in horror.

"That was Maria!" Alana grabbed Stan's wrist and teleported them to the dining room. Fang lay on the ground, twitching in pain. Maria was only a few feet away, on the ground shaking while she stared at the figure above her. The figure looked up at the arrival of Stan and Alana. He smiled, showing off a pair of deadly looking fangs.

"Well, if it isn't my other dear sister Alana."

"Rorik!" Alana hissed, showing a combination of fear and anger.