Preface – How It Happened
"Hey, Matt? You awake?"
"Yeah? What's up TK?"
"I'm bored. I want to go outside. Can we go out? Please, Matt?"
"Sure TK. Just for a little while, okay?"
"Okay."
The brothers got out of bed and snuck out the window. Matt had done this many times before. Some nights, when he wanted to think, he would sneak outside, sit on the roof, and stare at the stars. It relaxed him and helped clear his head. TK hadn't sneaked out as many times as his older brother, but he had done it enough times to get out without much help. He usually only went outside because he was bored or felt like the air in the house was too still. They usually enjoyed going out, but this was one night they would wish they had never gone out. It was Walpurgis Nacht, the 30th of April.
They climb out the window and walked towards the cemetery for a bit. There was a new moon and fog that shrouded everything in darkness, giving the two boys a feeling of sinister and dark things to come. The feeling of foreboding grew stronger as they neared the cemetery and Matt, who was slightly more sensitive to this feeling, began to feel faint hands clawing at his skin.
Just as they decided to turn around and go straight home, a haunting howl and an ear-splitting screech cut through the still, night air. A very large wolf and bat came straight at them, seemingly out of nowhere. It was as if they were formed from the very fog and mist itself.
When the creatures reached the two boys, they began to change, and Matt felt a very powerful aura of evil surrounding them. The wolf grew more manlike and the vampire changed into a human with unusually pale skin. The pale human, or vampire, launched itself at TK whilst the werewolf attacked Matt.
The werewolf lunged through the air at Matt, bit him on the arm, and dragged its jagged claws across his stomach, tearing his shirt and causing him to bleed heavily. Fortunately for Matt, however, the creature was merely a troubled spirit, albeit a solid one, and not a full-fledged werewolf, so Matt was able to push it back long enough to grab a fallen branch and start pounding its head in. After a few thwacks, the werewolf melted back into the mist it originated from.
Meanwhile, the vampire had latched itself to TK's throat and was now draining the life-blood from his body. Matt noticed this and began hitting the vampire with his newfound weapon, the branch. The vampire, unlike the werewolf, was not an apparition born of the mist so it was stronger, but eventually it came off. By then, half of TK's life-blood was gone and Matt had no choice but to attempt to turn him unless he wanted his brother to die of blood loss. In order to do this, Matt took hold of the vampire, drove the branch through its heart, and ordered TK to drink the spilt blood.
ABOUT ½ A YEAR LATER
Since Matt had been scratched by the werewolf, spirit or otherwise, he transformed into a werewolf, a real one, every full moon. One night, while he was transformed, a werewolf hunter wannabe who knew the basics shot him with a silver bullet and he died. What the would-be werewolf hunter didn't know was that when a werewolf dies, it becomes a vampire. However, Matt, unlike TK who became a half vampire, became a true vampire . . .