"Hmm, I wonder whether I'll be eating tonight."
It was getting quite late, the forest was starting to look dreary and dangerous. Various sounds of creatures could be heard all around. The moon, almost a half one, was approaching its zenith. It was the peak time for hunting and yet Mireille hadn't managed to get a single prey. It was only natural after all, she was quite weak. Being half human and half vampire, she hadn't had it easy, her only relief was the fact that thanks to her vampire blood she could go some days without food. When the day tips in her favour, she could find a group of bandits setting camp in the forest and feed on their blood when they sleep. But on days where the world decides she doesn't deserve to live she would find herself being chased by a wild beast or soldiers.
It turned out today was one of those unlucky nights.
"Ugh, how much farther do I have to go. Why is every prey hiding from the poor weak me?"
She cupped her hands around her mouth, "Come out little rabbits, I promise not to eat you."
'I'll only drink a few drops of blood, kekeke.'
After walking for a long long time the forest around changed slightly. The spacing between the tree was wider, the trees were somewhat bare and there was a strange smell in the air.
"What's this is it wolves I smell?"
"This can't be good, wolves never hunt alone. But it doesn't quite smell right."
That's when she saw it, claw marks on the trees, just like some predators marking their territory. Then she heard some movements, something, no, it wasn't just anything, it was dangerous and it was approaching fast.
She darted behind a large rock and peaked out from behind it, that's when she saw them.
Four wolves came out of nowhere, hiding behind a rock, their scents clearly showing that these were no normal wolves. She leaned in, trying to see clearly but also minimising her presence to avoid being discovered. As she looked on, she saw them shifting to their human forms. Her eyes widened slightly, 'werewolves?'
She came to a realisation she had accidently wandered into their territory. 'Now that I think about it, it did smell kind of weird earlier.'
She looked around taking in her surroundings properly this time and seeing all the clear sings this was werewolf territory she regretted it, really.
"God...it's been a long while ago since I last was in my human form." One of the werewolves started talking. He was the tallest among them, with an oppressive aura suggesting he's an alpha and possibly the leader. He moved around flexing his muscles and claws. He was well built with long legs and good body proportions almost as if he walked off the runway. With beautiful golden eyes, an upright nose, sharp eyebrows and a perfectly sculpted face, he looked like he walked right out of a movie scene.
"It'll be great if we could stay like this for longer times, but those humans are just too stingy." Another replied recalling an unpleasant standoff with the humans some days ago. He looked quite chill, like he could tolerate any bullshit, the type that could kill when angry. He had messy black hair and grey eyes which gave off a silvery glow under the moon.
'Lloyd...' Mireille murmured to herself, she couldn't help it, the man was perfect all round. His black hair reflected the moonlight gave off a silvery touch to it. She looked at the one who spoke up next, he wasn't that bad, 'hmm, quite ok, a solid seven. No, no, no, what am I doing, I should be thinking about how to find a way out of here before I get caught.' But before she could make her move she heard another wolf.
A wolf with silver hair that seemed to compete with the moon started to sniff and spoke up, "I smell something off." His red eyes glowing.
Then seven spoke again, "Yeah, Zave is right, I also smell something...it smells like..."
"The scent of a bloodsucker?" Zave retorts.
Seven asks, to no one in particular, "What is a bloodsucker doing out here?"
"Hold on Zave," this time the voice came from a stunning white haired wolf with beautiful purple eyes that could capture a person and not make them want to look away. "I think it's close." For a moment the forest goes eerily quiet. Mireille heard their conversation and knew she had missed the best chance to escape. She glared at the silver haired wolf, 'damn it, why did you have to have a good sense of smell.'
"Damn these bloodsuckers, they're never good news." Zave growls.
"Alex, find it." Lloyd says to the white haired wolf.
Before she realised what was happening, Alex, the white haired wolf, sniffed a few times and pointed in her direction.
'Damn it.'
When they looked towards the rock she was behind, it was clear there was no escaping this time around.
Alex sniffed a bit more and pointed out, "It should be very close."
Seven ranted, "Oh God, I can also smell it. It's nearby."
Lloyd growled. "Damn, a bloodsucker this close to our forest, it's not a good thing." Zave growled in agreement.
"It's really not, we need to deal with that bloodsucker and quick." Alex's nose twitched, sending a chill crawling up her spine. "I can smell them, they're hiding behind that rock over there." He pointed again, this time precisely at the rock I was hiding behind.
Lloyd's eyes flash gold as he steps forward, his voice low and dangerous.
"Come out bloodsucker. We know you're there." He says without a hint of doubt. Zave cracks His Knuckles, grinning. "Yeah, don't make us drag you out. That's never fun."
Seven tilts his head sniffing, growing impatient, "Wait, this scent, it's not just vampire. There's something, another scent, kinda like..."
Alex narrows his eyes. "Plants? What kind of a vampire smells like a damn greenhouse?"
"Hold on Alex, I smell human also."Zave observes.
Lloyd snarls. "Doesn't matter. Still a leech. Still needs to die."
They start circling the rock, claws flexing. Meanwhile behind the rock, she trembled, terrified. Running wasn't an option at this point, it'll only be a death wish. She could hear her heart pounding in her chest, loud enough to keep her from hearing the approaching footsteps of the wolves. Until...
Lloyd suddenly lunged forward, his claws digging into the rock as he peered over the top--
"Got you." His golden eyes locked onto hers, fangs bared in a snarl. Mireille stared back frozen in place.