A Werewolves Hatred
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,382
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A Werewolves Hatred
Prologue:
Jake’s eyes met the darkness of the city. Years had passed since he had been here, but that was of no concern to him. A frown made pale lips turn downwards as a sigh escaped through them. Jake may have become more of a leader and lost all of his playfulness from his young years, but that didn’t change what had happened. His feet trudged along the sidewalk of this old city, such a beautiful city at one point, now it was a dangerous place for people to be even during day light. People had once thought that vampires and werewolves were only able to come out at night. That they would burn from the touch of holy water, silver or the sun. Memories of these times brought harsh laughs from Jake still.
Such lies these humans liked to teach their young.
For a vampire, it was life or death, for a vampire sired by the King of them all (not Dracula, he came after this one), it just meant more pressure.
Jake was not the symbol of that pressure, his younger sister was, for she was expected to be quite strong by now. After all, he only called her younger than him since she had technically been born after him, even though she was older in human years than Jake. Though, the years as a vampire had treated the man kindly. He had been reborn as a nineteen year old with all the good looks that he had carried before. Standing at 5’10, he wasn’t the tallest, but he wasn’t some small stocky man either. He had always been lean, maybe from the fact that he had grown up as a farmer’s son (yes, he’s that old), but it didn’t matter anymore.
No one asked who your father was when you were a vampire. It may have mattered when you were young and insecure, but not now. Not ever.
His eyes traveled over a park, once tended to by humans and once such a lovely place to sit in trees, but no longer was he gifted to do that. Even from as far as the street, he could smell the danger lurking and the rotting flesh. It disgusted him to a point, for he had lived here all through his early years as a vampire, back when the war wasn’t so rotten.
Yes, the war. The war between the always feuding vampires and werewolves, the whole reason Jake was back, but also why Jake had dreaded his return. He didn’t know who he would meet here, though not for the worry of defense, but rather a past argument…One that had ended such a good friendship. He was actually quite terrified to find out how the other had been doing, for Jake, being a trouble maker, had always landed himself in such situations that would hurt him later.
This one though was worse.
The image of a young man popped into his head and deep inside something stirred. It was something that he had thought was long dead, but there was no denying it. Not love, nothing along those lines, but it was rather close to it. It was brotherly love, nothing more. Though, the man that drew his attention away from the real world was nothing close to a brother. He was a werewolf, actually, one that Jake had let himself close to. After all, when he had met him, he had not an idea that he may be a werewolf.
The realization had stung him and always had made him withdraw his friendship, but the other’s puppy like nature had kept him from drawing away.
Tryken…
Their last meeting had not had such a friendly parting. It was mostly because of Jake that he had withdrawn so sharply and that Jake did fear for his life. What little mortal life he had left that was.
Jake had been called by his sire, such a rare thing that hadn’t happened in the 150 years that he had already been alive. Tryken had already been told by his lord that he was to attack Jake next time he saw him. Tryken informed Jake of this before he left, threatening that if Jake did leave, they wouldn’t be able to meet again. Jake left the next night.
Back then, he had been foolish enough to think that Tryken was wrong, that he was just saying another stupid thing in order to keep Jake from attacking his kind. They had always held resentment about the other’s need to kill their own kind. Though, they had kept tight lips about it.
Then, Jake had been much softer, his skin more tinted with the human blood he drank and the wounds healed slower. His brown hair had been too humanlike, his eyes much too friendly. A century had changed him for possibly the better. Soft, childish features had faded into sharp features. His skin no longer gained color from drinking the blood of humans. It was permanently a ghostly pale. It made him seem as though he no longer walked the earth, when in a way, he felt he didn’t. He had been ghosting along from city to city for the past fifty years.
Half of him hoped to meet up with Tryken, a third hoped he would finally be killed, the last part hoped that he could just slowly fade away without dying. That would truly bring him to being a ghost, but no matter what he wanted, he wasn’t ready to go ahead and die just yet.
His heart went out to the vampires in that park, for the scent of his own kind now mingled with that of werewolf blood. Pale fingers slipped to the handle of a blade he knew and carried with ease. It was his line of defense for he had never really used the unnatural vampire strength that was given to you with this infection of the blood. For, that was all they saw it as. After all, they appeared human, only their hunger and a bit of their appearance changed, nothing that made them a whole different creature, yet it was enough for them to be called one.
Jake moved silently towards the fight, the sounded were the primal grunts of werewolves and the small mutterings of vampires. Before the feud came into view, his sword was drawn and his aura changed dramatically. The fight between these races would stop soon, there was to be a meeting in this very city between the Lord of the Werewolves and the Sire of the Vampires. Jake was to attend, as was Tryken. He just hoped he could meet the other before the other found him.
The night dragged on and as the sun rose, the inhabitants of the city woke from their drunken sleep, Jake disappeared into the shadows of a building. It was best that he not be seen by any slayers. Those slayers were all around now, some of them were even vampires, tricked into thinking that they were unholy.
They were the ones that he didn’t like. They could track his scent and by now, all slayers probably had memorized Jake’s scent. After all, Jake did get around. More than you would realize at least.
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This is just the Prologue...Gives a bit of background info on the characters and such. I have to warn you now, the smexy part won't be coming for a few chapters...After all, Tryken will want to kill Jake for acting like such an asshole and just leaving. Tryken will come in next chapter and then I write from Tryken's POV! Yay!
Oh yea, this is my first story on AFF, so review and make me wanna post more plz.
Jake’s eyes met the darkness of the city. Years had passed since he had been here, but that was of no concern to him. A frown made pale lips turn downwards as a sigh escaped through them. Jake may have become more of a leader and lost all of his playfulness from his young years, but that didn’t change what had happened. His feet trudged along the sidewalk of this old city, such a beautiful city at one point, now it was a dangerous place for people to be even during day light. People had once thought that vampires and werewolves were only able to come out at night. That they would burn from the touch of holy water, silver or the sun. Memories of these times brought harsh laughs from Jake still.
Such lies these humans liked to teach their young.
For a vampire, it was life or death, for a vampire sired by the King of them all (not Dracula, he came after this one), it just meant more pressure.
Jake was not the symbol of that pressure, his younger sister was, for she was expected to be quite strong by now. After all, he only called her younger than him since she had technically been born after him, even though she was older in human years than Jake. Though, the years as a vampire had treated the man kindly. He had been reborn as a nineteen year old with all the good looks that he had carried before. Standing at 5’10, he wasn’t the tallest, but he wasn’t some small stocky man either. He had always been lean, maybe from the fact that he had grown up as a farmer’s son (yes, he’s that old), but it didn’t matter anymore.
No one asked who your father was when you were a vampire. It may have mattered when you were young and insecure, but not now. Not ever.
His eyes traveled over a park, once tended to by humans and once such a lovely place to sit in trees, but no longer was he gifted to do that. Even from as far as the street, he could smell the danger lurking and the rotting flesh. It disgusted him to a point, for he had lived here all through his early years as a vampire, back when the war wasn’t so rotten.
Yes, the war. The war between the always feuding vampires and werewolves, the whole reason Jake was back, but also why Jake had dreaded his return. He didn’t know who he would meet here, though not for the worry of defense, but rather a past argument…One that had ended such a good friendship. He was actually quite terrified to find out how the other had been doing, for Jake, being a trouble maker, had always landed himself in such situations that would hurt him later.
This one though was worse.
The image of a young man popped into his head and deep inside something stirred. It was something that he had thought was long dead, but there was no denying it. Not love, nothing along those lines, but it was rather close to it. It was brotherly love, nothing more. Though, the man that drew his attention away from the real world was nothing close to a brother. He was a werewolf, actually, one that Jake had let himself close to. After all, when he had met him, he had not an idea that he may be a werewolf.
The realization had stung him and always had made him withdraw his friendship, but the other’s puppy like nature had kept him from drawing away.
Tryken…
Their last meeting had not had such a friendly parting. It was mostly because of Jake that he had withdrawn so sharply and that Jake did fear for his life. What little mortal life he had left that was.
Jake had been called by his sire, such a rare thing that hadn’t happened in the 150 years that he had already been alive. Tryken had already been told by his lord that he was to attack Jake next time he saw him. Tryken informed Jake of this before he left, threatening that if Jake did leave, they wouldn’t be able to meet again. Jake left the next night.
Back then, he had been foolish enough to think that Tryken was wrong, that he was just saying another stupid thing in order to keep Jake from attacking his kind. They had always held resentment about the other’s need to kill their own kind. Though, they had kept tight lips about it.
Then, Jake had been much softer, his skin more tinted with the human blood he drank and the wounds healed slower. His brown hair had been too humanlike, his eyes much too friendly. A century had changed him for possibly the better. Soft, childish features had faded into sharp features. His skin no longer gained color from drinking the blood of humans. It was permanently a ghostly pale. It made him seem as though he no longer walked the earth, when in a way, he felt he didn’t. He had been ghosting along from city to city for the past fifty years.
Half of him hoped to meet up with Tryken, a third hoped he would finally be killed, the last part hoped that he could just slowly fade away without dying. That would truly bring him to being a ghost, but no matter what he wanted, he wasn’t ready to go ahead and die just yet.
His heart went out to the vampires in that park, for the scent of his own kind now mingled with that of werewolf blood. Pale fingers slipped to the handle of a blade he knew and carried with ease. It was his line of defense for he had never really used the unnatural vampire strength that was given to you with this infection of the blood. For, that was all they saw it as. After all, they appeared human, only their hunger and a bit of their appearance changed, nothing that made them a whole different creature, yet it was enough for them to be called one.
Jake moved silently towards the fight, the sounded were the primal grunts of werewolves and the small mutterings of vampires. Before the feud came into view, his sword was drawn and his aura changed dramatically. The fight between these races would stop soon, there was to be a meeting in this very city between the Lord of the Werewolves and the Sire of the Vampires. Jake was to attend, as was Tryken. He just hoped he could meet the other before the other found him.
The night dragged on and as the sun rose, the inhabitants of the city woke from their drunken sleep, Jake disappeared into the shadows of a building. It was best that he not be seen by any slayers. Those slayers were all around now, some of them were even vampires, tricked into thinking that they were unholy.
They were the ones that he didn’t like. They could track his scent and by now, all slayers probably had memorized Jake’s scent. After all, Jake did get around. More than you would realize at least.
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This is just the Prologue...Gives a bit of background info on the characters and such. I have to warn you now, the smexy part won't be coming for a few chapters...After all, Tryken will want to kill Jake for acting like such an asshole and just leaving. Tryken will come in next chapter and then I write from Tryken's POV! Yay!
Oh yea, this is my first story on AFF, so review and make me wanna post more plz.