"So you are trator to our kind, you fucking bitch." said the young male vampire as he punished Lilith with the bag of rocks, his eyes filled with rage and jealousy. Lilith's body was bruised and her clothes torn, but she didn't flinch, her gaze remained steady on the attacker. "You know nothing about love or loyalty," she spat back, her voice filled with contempt. "Do you know who I am . I am Drusilla the son of the head of the council, if you mess with me you mess with my family," the vampire sneered. I don"t give a fuck who you are!" LIlith yelled as she grab Drusilla and throw him into a tree.
"That it bitch, it time to teach you some manners." Drusilla said as he jump on Lilith, and tearing Lilith"s dress. His fangs out and eyes red with anger. Lilith, not one to be intimidated, met his fury with her own. She shoved him off with a snarl, her vampiric strength surprising the male vampire. "Get your hands off me," she said, her voice icy cold. "You love fucking dogs, the give you my dog. inside of you trator." He said as he spit at Lilith. Lilith saw Drusilla stared to unbutton his pant, "What the fuck are you doing?" Lilith screamed. "You think you are better than me because of that mutt you fucking whore, I will show you your place." He said as he was about to rape Lilith.
However Maria in her full werewolf form was already there, hearing Lilith's screams. She had been waiting for Lilith to come outside. "How dare you lay a hand on my wife!" Miria roared, charging towards Drusilla. Her eyes were a fiery gold, and her teeth were bared in a snarl that would make any creature run for its life. "Time to put this dog down." Drusilla said as he grab a knife from his pocket, not knowing that Miria was not a normal wolf girl, she was an Alpha.
The battle was swift and brutal. Miria's powerful claws swiped at Drusilla, leaving deep gashes across his chest and face. He howled in pain, but his rage only grew. "You will pay for this," he snarled, lunging at Lilith again. But Miria was faster, her body a blur as she intercepted him. The two of them rolled on the ground, their limbs entangled in a deadly dance.
Lilith, though injured and shaken, was not about to let Miria fight alone. Drawing on her own vampiric strength, she pushed herself to her feet, her eyes burning with determination. She saw the knife Drusilla had dropped and picked it up, her grip tight around the handle. "Get off her," she growled, her voice a low, menacing hiss. Drusilla's eyes widened in surprise at her ferocity, but he was not about to back down.
Miria and Drusilla's fight grew more intense, their grunts and snarls filling the night air. Lilith took advantage of the distraction and lunged at him, the knife slicing through the air with deadly precision. He barely had time to react before it embedded in his shoulder. He howled in pain and stumbled back, giving Miria the opening she needed.
With a snarl that echoed through the night, Miria sank her teeth into Drusilla's neck, her canines piercing his flesh. Drusilla's body went rigid, his eyes rolling back in his head as the venom of the werewolf's bite began to take hold. His struggles grew weaker, and finally, he went limp beneath her. Drusilla got back up, "I will make you two pay for this!" he said as he run away, but Miria chase after him. Drusilla pulled out a gun and shot Miria, who howled in pain and collapsed.
Lilith's heart stopped as she watched Miria fall. She rushed to her side, dropping the knife and cradling her in her arms. "Miria, no," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. Miria's fur was matted with blood, and her eyes were glazed over with pain. "I'm sorry," Lilith murmured, tears streaming down her face. "I'll get you help."
With a Herculean effort, Lilith managed to pick up Miria's wounded form and sprint towards her car. Her mind raced as she tried to piece together what had just happened. The drive to the nearest hospital felt like an eternity, Lilith's heart pounding in her chest with each bump in the road. The sight of Miria's blood spattered across the leather seats only served to fuel her fury. She could feel the power of her own vampiric nature rising within her, begging to be released. But she pushed it down, focusing solely on getting Miria the help she needed.
Once at the hospital, Lilith didn't bother with explanations. She carried Miria into the emergency room, the werewolf's body limp in her arms. The medical staff, accustomed to the unusual in this supernatural-friendly city, took one look at the grim scene and sprang into action. "Bullet wound, possible internal bleeding," Lilith barked out, her voice laced with panic. The doctor nodded, his eyes never leaving Miria's prone form as he began to work.
Lilith paced the room, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge and fear for Miria's safety. She could feel the burning hatred for Drusilla coursing through her veins, a stark contrast to the cold, methodical way the medical staff moved around them. "You're going to be okay," she whispered to Miria, her voice thick with tears. "You're going to pull through this."
Miria's eyes flickered open, her gaze locking onto Lilith's worried face. She whimpered softly, her breaths shallow and pained. "Lilith... I'm sorry," she managed to murmur. "Don't be, love," Lilith responded, her voice shaking. "You protected me. That's all that matters."
The doctor looked up from his work, a look of grim determination etched on his features. "We need to get her into surgery now," he said, his voice calm but urgent. "It's the only way to save her." Lilith nodded, her eyes never leaving Miria's. "Do it," she said, her voice firm. "I trust you."
The medical team worked quickly, moving Miria onto a gurney and rushing her into the operating room. Lilith followed, her heart in her throat. She watched as they wheeled her love away, the sound of the doors closing echoing in the stark silence of the hallway. Then she was alone, her thoughts a tumultuous storm of anger, fear, and love. She knew that Drusilla would not get away with this, not if she had anything to say about it.
The wait was agonizing, each tick of the clock feeling like an eternity. Lilith's mind replayed the events of the night, the love they shared at the cabin, the passionate moments in the pond, and the horror of the attack. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she vowed to make Drusilla pay for what he had done.
Finally, the doctor emerged from the operating room, his scrubs stained with blood. Lilith rushed to him, her heart racing. "Is she okay?" she demanded. "We managed to remove the bullet and control the bleeding," he said, his expression tight. "But she's lost a lot of blood. She'll need a transfusion, and we're having trouble finding a match."
Lilith didn't hesitate. "Take mine," she said, her voice steady despite the fear that clawed at her. "I'll do whatever it takes to save her." The doctor said "But your a vampire, and she is a werewolf, Both of you have different blood types." "I don't care," Lilith insisted, her eyes blazing with determination. "If it means saving Miria, I'll do it." The doctor studied her for a moment before nodding, his expression grim. "We'll see what we can do," he said, turning to the nurse. "Prepare a transfusion."
While they waited for the transfusion to be ready, Lilith sat by Miria's side, her hand tightly gripping the werewolf's paw. She whispered sweet nothings into her ear, willing her to hold on. The minutes stretched into hours, and Lilith felt each one like a lifetime. The hospital was eerily quiet, the only sound the beeping of the machines that kept Miria alive. When the nurse finally returned, Lilith felt a surge of hope. She watched as they inserted the needle into Miria's vein, her own blood flowing into her lover's body. "Please be ok Maria." Lilith said in a prayer like tone.
Meanwhile Drusilla to his father's house, cover in blood and sweat. His father was waiting for him, his face contorted in anger. "What have you done?" he bellowed, the room seeming to shake with his fury. Drusilla stumbled over his words, trying to explain his actions, but his father's rage only grew. "You dare attack an Alpha werewolf in her own territory? And a mated one at that?" He slammed his fist on the table, making the chandelier above them tremble. "You have brought a war upon us!" yelled his father. Drusilla knew he had crossed a line, and fear began to replace his anger. "But dad, the werewolf mate was a fellow vampire, they are an abomination!" Drusilla tried to justify his actions. This got Drusilla's father more attentive, "What did you say?" said Drusilla's father who turns out to be Count Dracula himself the king of all vampires.