Thread: Treason comes in all Coats - Me and Six

Vampires and werewolves were at war and inside of poor Sarence, it was no different. She was an abomination and as such lived like one, alone, only leaving her home occasionally. She lived in a small shack, hunted for her own meat and made a trip to the river for a bath and water. She didn't live too lavishly, working on a lumber mill not too far from her home for some money for the occasional drink and piece of meat. She made it okay though. It didn't take her long to adjust since she had done it since she was a small child. She woke on a particular morning and went out for a stroll through her woods and he heard a loud shout. She looked up, the sun had not come up yet but she could still see perfectly well. It was a male screaming and that alerted her to her surroundings as she shifted to her wolf form to go off and find the source of this scream. She rounded an opening in the trees where he lay, ripped open by his own blade it seemed. She could already smell his blood as well as the blood that had previously been on that knife. He was hunting. The blood on that knife was his, and deadmans blood. She swallowed her fear and moved up to him slowly, he seemed on alert and likely would attack her if she got too close so she stayed her distance ever so slightly. Her eyes trained on him as she moved a bit closer and lowered her muzzle to the ground to pick up the knife, he was reaching for, with her mouth. She picked it up in her teeth by the handle to attempt to show him she was friendly, and she put the knife next to him. She tasted some of his blood and the vampire within her awoke but she kept it under collar. She couldn't let it out right now, not here. She looked at his wound on his stomach, he had been almost slashed in half, there was plenty of blood to concrete that finding into fact. She leaned down and licked at the wounds as soon as he passed out from blood loss. She healed the deep gashes and then shifted to her human from to lift him into her arms. She didn't say anything as she started to carry him away towards the nearest town. She left him in front of a tavern, the same one she planned on going to that night but, she was thinking of canceling her plans. Dropping him off she took off, leaving only a couple witnesses who had seen a flash of her face. A female ran up to the male on the ground picking him up a bit, and calling his name. This man was related to her, but Sarence didn't know how. And she didn't want to know, she was gone after that. Sarence returned back home and went to the lake to get the blood off ot him, the sun started to come up and warmed his skin as he bathed in the clear water. It was a couple hours later that she returned home and got curious about the male. She could heal wounds but if she didn't heal enough he wouldn't be okay. She didn't know why she cared but she did, returning to the place she saw he was no longer there and put it out of her mind, heading back home. Months down the road she decided to visit the tavern in town just before sunset, and to her surprise that man was there. She was relieved that he had lived, she had helped him and because of that he was safe...to hunt her. That thought crossed her mind, would he? He was a hunter, that is exactly what they did. If he knew she was here and what she was... he would kill her without questions, she assumed. But maybe that's why she did what she did next. She walked up to his table and smiled. I just wanted to say hello. She said softly. This was likely to be the first mistake of many, in this fucked up situation she was dragging herself into.