Thread: Once Bitten, Twice Removed [Viktoff x Sketchyequine]

The sight of one of her comrades dying so instantly caused pure hatred to form in the heart of the she-wolf. A snarl ripped through her gullet and she lunged out of the shadows in an attempt to bite. Much to her disappointment she had gotten too cocky and overshot the lunge. There she stood, snarling and looking up into the cold mask of the bloodsucker. How these creatures could be so cruel, she never understood. The species survived by killing humans. Most humans didnt even know that the creatures existed. It was hardly a fair fight. Kayla sometimes wished that she didnt know about this world. Life as a human is so much simpler. She would be worried about homework and sleeping with her boyfriend rather than whether or not she was going to die that day. These gangs were really just a bunch of creatures getting together and getting ready to kill one another. None of them survived it, not really. Kayla flashed back to the night before and for a moment was able to get away from this place. Not in body but in mind. See more The girl had nestled up to her man in the small bed in her studio apartment. Her nose buried softly into the back of his neck and she inhaled deeply. His masculine scent always had her aching for more contact with him. Her hands trailed softly along his bare abdomen and she smiled. His skin always felt so soft under her fingers. Her man was sound asleep, but Kayla just couldnt get over how obsessed with him she had become over the last several weeks. He made every day feel just a little more human. She dearly wished that she didnt have to keep sneaking around behind his back to aid the pack. It just wasnt right. With her bare breasts pressed into the soft flesh of his back she sighed and whispered into the abyss. I cant get over you. Every part of you is intoxicating to me. Kayla laughed quietly to herself in the darkness of the night. Its no wonder that every night I get to be at home I let you slip into my pants. The sex it great. Youre great. She pressed her lips into the last of his cervical vertebrae and frowned. If only you knew what it was that you didnt know. With that the woman closed her eyes. Tomorrow was going to be a war so tonight she had to enjoy her life and the company of her significant other. Every time they fucked could be the last time. Every time they kissed touched talked It could be the last time because of the blood suckers. It was no wonder the woman hated them so much. Her Green eyes softened as she looked up into the glinting metal of the vamps mask. He had a very special ability. If she got into this fight he would likely kill her. She wanted to go home tonight at least once more. Her snarl loosened and she quickly darted around him and howled. With that, the remaining four beasts retreated leaving behind their dead. On nimble paws the group darted along alleys and around buildings until they darted in to an abandoned building and waited to be sure the coast was clear. If they were ever caught in their human forms by the vamps they would be killed. Their saliva as humans wasnt venomous to the vampires and they would have no way to protect themselves. Changing between human and wolf was an intricate process attainable only by great meditation or great rage. If a vamp snuck up behind them and snapped their pathetic human bones, there would be no surviving. After several minutes of observation the coast was deemed clear and all five of the beasts painfully transitioned into their human forms. AS nude as the day they were born, the werewolves panted. Transitioning was a painful and exhausting process. There was no hurry to get dressed while in their hideouts. They could recover for a few moments before reflecting on what happened. Ronalds corpse was out there rotting in a ball of ice. They were all unexplainably pissed. Ronald was only 15 years old.