– Chapter One –
Prince Melvin Ishtar of the Werewolves. He was the greatest hunter the Werewolves had ever had. He was fierce, resilient, determined. Whenever he caught the scent of prey, nothing could shake him off the trail. Every werewolf envied his skill. There wasn't a doubt in his parents' minds that he would be a lethal vampire slayer. There was just one problem.
Melvin had absolutely no interest in fighting vampires.
You see, Melvin did not see a point to the Feud of Shadows. The vampires had never wronged him personally, so he bore them no enmity. In his opinion, his ancestors' war was none of his business. In fact, when he became the Werewolf King, he planned to make peace with the Vampires.
One evening, Melvin was hunting on his own in his wolf form, when he caught an unfamiliar scent. It smelled like a cross between mint, cucumber, and rosemary mixed with fresh rain and lilacs. He had never smelled anything like it. He followed it through the forest, and found a pretty girl picking flowers in a dark, secluded glen. She had long white hair and pale skin, and two small white bat wings were on her back. Her arms were full of blood roses, poison poppies, deadly nightshade, and other poisonous flowers.
Melvin had never seen a live vampire before, but he had seen pictures of them. And he could immediately see that this girl was a vampire. He wasn't sure what he should do. He definitely wasn't going to attack her—unless, of course, she attacked him first. After all, he wanted to make peace with the vampires eventually. But he didn't know if he should just leave her alone, or talk to her and try to convince her he meant her no harm.
Then the vampire turned toward him. She had the most beautiful large doe-colored eyes he had ever seen. Her sharp canine fangs poked out of her closed mouth as she smiled. She didn't seem to notice Melvin, apparently too busy with her flowers to see him. But as she bent over to pick a poison oak blossom next to Melvin's paw, she spotted him. She froze and her eyes slowly lifted to look into his.
Slowly, very slowly so as not to provoke an attack from the beautiful vampire, Melvin shifted into his normal form. He heard her breath catch in her throat as she watched the large golden wolf become a tall tan-skinned boy with spiky blonde hair and a fluffy golden wolf tail and ears.
The vampire stared into Melvin's blue eyes, and the werewolf prince could see her fear. She trembled a moment, then fainted. Melvin lunged forward to catch her before she hit the ground, and gently lay her down. Then, he waited for her to wake up.
Please read and review. All flames will be used in the Campfire Sing-Along.
Akefia: any flames yet? i want to make some hot chocolate.
Me: no, not yet… hey, tell your sister to stop eating raw s'mores or Ra will strike her down.
Marik: raw s'mores are the best! hey, Melvin, Ryou, pass me a s'more!
Akefia: i want one too!
Me: THE GODS WILL WREAK THEIR HORRIBLE VENGENCE UPON YOU—
Melvin: *stuffs a raw s'more in my mouth* try one!
Me: *chews, swallows* hmmm… oh all right. they are pretty good.
Ryou: would you like another?
Me: *grabs another raw s'more, and eats it*
Me: may the gods forgive me for my impious acts of doom
Me: *eats another raw s'more*