[Three years ago in Romania.]
Booom*
Something seems to have exploded or something, the explosion wasn't strong enough to make everyone worried but it was enough to get their attention as it shook the ground slightly and it came from the palace's front gate. More so after the sky turned black in the middle of the day, the vampires had to meet the brilliant man/wizard/creature who thought of this spell. It was something necessary for the vampire race after all, something that can mask their greatest weakness if only they could get their hands on it.
In the front gate of the palace a person with red eyes and golden hair appeared after the smoke cleared out, he looked beautiful, in fact more beautiful than any vampire (although the prideful vampires would never admit it themselves) and surely more mysterious as the black tight-fitting caped armor on him billowed with black etherial smoke. Perhaps the main feature that differentiate them from humans is that they have these long pointed ears.
The visitor/intruder looked around cooly, red beams from all around him congregated on his body. He is familiar with these weapons, they are one of the main weapons they had to train in before an elf was admitted as a 'shadow elf'. But that memory seemed so long ago as he had seen far more things that are more dangerous than these toys that the muggles have made. Truly ingenious he must admit. The muggles aren't as simple as they seem at face value, there is value in them as his master have always told to them.
'Why would someone from the shadows intentionally reveal themselves and appear in a known secured place?' The vampires are old enough to cover for their foolishness and knew the workings of life, they of course knew what questions to ask in important situations. Also the reason why they did not open fire as soon as the creature landed.
"I wish to talk to your lord."
The crowd parted and a vampire wearing luxurious clothing came out from the parting crowd of soldiers. It's none other than vampire lord William who seems to have been able to hear about what Golie had just announced.
"What are you? And what do you want to speak to me about Mr..."
"Golie... Just Golie, I'm a high elf. Are you sure you want to speak about the matter out here?"
'High elf?... elf?'
The only thing that pops up is the ugly little critters that serve 'those damned wizards'. Clearly the two are unrelated... right?
The vampire Lord hesitated a little bit before motioning to his people to stand down and for some people to escort the visitor inside the castle's reception hall.
"What is this matter that you wish to speak with Mr. Just Golie?"
William asked after everyone took their positions.
Sigh*
Golie didn't bother to correct him while thinking about how he fucked up his introduction this time and how to improve in the future. He is still new to this thing after all, and talking really isn't his best suited job.
"The life and death of your kind... We want yours and the other two largest coven in Europe to cooperate with us in our search for true immortality."
'We?'
William raised his right brow clearly interested. Whoever could send this level of ambassador to him would never be too simple. He could feel magic flocking towards the high elf like moth to a flame.
"We wish for your people to volunteer for our studies in the matter regarding the vampires."
"...."
William's brows furrowed into a frown at this development, he is clearly taunted and is restraining himself not to lash out at his guest at the moment before clearly picturing out they are up against.
"Pardon me but it seems that I have heard you wrong. Did I hear you say you want us to serve as laboratory rats for your groups research?"
It was the calmest he could put it, he could feel his teeth grinding with one another threatening to break with a little more tension. The other party only smiled and shook his head before answering.
"No... Just you... Maybe some of the elders, but mainly you. And the two other Lords of course. Don't worry, you will be treated with utmost respect, care and attention. And your people would be spared from the fate of annihilation. What say you?"
"Hahahaha..."
"Hahahaha..."
"Hahahaha..."
"Hahahaha..."
William started laughing and soon everyone in the hall simply went with the flow and laughed as hard as they could even when some are only capable of managing awkward sounds.
"Sorry about that..."
He habitually wiped the supposed tear at the corners of his eyes, something he hasn't done in a very long time.
Swoosh*
Swoosh*
Swoosh*
"I never would have thought that we have fallen an all time low as we have had to entertain the ramblings of insane person!!!"
It wasn't just William who rushed at Golie, three more moved in order to intercept him only for their attacks to phase through him.
"Congratulations! You have chosen the more interesting choice. You the king will live, but you three aren't needed anymore. Goodbye."
Golie had a smile on his lips and fire in his eyes before he directly disappeared in the middle of all the vampires in the reception hall, bypassing the wards they've set beforehand that prevents apparition and disapparition.
The three that attacked together with William on the other hand fell down to the floor twitching before drying up like mummies and turning to ashes. William's face grew somber, it looks like he lived at the mercy of his enemy and it didn't sit quite well with his principles.
The three vampire lords of Romania immediately summoned their household, whatever has been targeting them would not be anyone simple. The wizards were suspected at first but it was dropped since the wizards have a great headache of their own when the dark Lord Grindelwald escaped from his prison tower in Nurmengard Castle. Dumbledore was also incapable of apprehending the dark Lord as he seems to have grown strong enough to face Dumbledore even with the help of Fawkes and the elder wand.
This development only led them to more questions than answers... Just who are they dealing with?
Their question was soon answered when their castle was attacked by wolf-like beast men that are not werewolves, it seems like a perfect fit for the attackers of Helsing's coven, so they must have been behind that incident. The initial clashes with them already shocked the vampires as the creatures were capable of contending in pure strength with their summoned helpers, the antmen who are known for their physical strength and are superior in speed to them who are blessed with semi immortal physique.
They lost a lot of people in this battle, more than half of the summoned creatures have been killed and many of his comrades cannot /won't be able to go back to their mates anymore. While they managed to overwhelm some of them with numbers, no spoils was left for them at all.
That isn't the end.
They have returned once again.
This time, they are armed to the teeth.
Like a proper army.
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[Present.]
James is a new corps commander under the vampire black ops. They were deemed as the most elite unit ever produced by their military training school. They believed for a long time that the time would come when they will finally reclaim their rightful place as the ruling specie in the secret world of the supernatural after dealing with their long time foe, the wizardkind.
Great dreams they had. Dreams that should have been realised if not for the coming of this unknown power. James looked bitterly around him, his friends and family was massacred in front of him and couldn't do anything about it. He could only grit his teeth and hope for the retribution from God for his enemies. Alas, God only looked on after his desperate plea and had done nothing to help at all.
Sigh*
Before James lost his consciousness, he saw a three meter tall gigantic thing moving towards the place where he is lying down in, it stopped in front of him and grabbed his head before lifting him up like a small fish in the market using only two of his fingers.
"What is happening? Someone report the status of our troops!"
"It's all static your lordship. The enemy must have some kind of jamming technology that is more advanced than our shielding."
William is now looking around, Edward has been missing his touch as none of his ideas worked to their favor ever since the enemy army encountered their own. There has been no news of the vampire troops in the front line for a couple of minutes now, the last report was just about their encounter with the hostile forces reporting the enemy army status, after that they went radio silent with no further response or reports.
"Sir, we have visuals of the enemy army approaching the castle gate. What are your orders?"
An elder announced with a dark expression after hearing the report for himself from a guard on watch duty who quickly excused himself.
"What news of the other Lords?"
"Absolutely nothing your highness, not even a reply. I am afraid they could be in the same boat as we are, or worse, they might have already fallen to the enemy."
"What of the other non-human tribes and groups?"
"The goblins are relying on the protection of the wizards and adopted a wait and see attitude on the matter while the other tribes refused to act as they believe this threat is only going to target our coven and thus will not affect their interests."
The room grew quiet and everyone focused their attention to their Lord in his high seat who looked to be pondering the case. He looked at his household, the house he built for thousands of years who went through thick and thin with him on his journey.
'Those fools... They would never have even thought of going against us...'
Finally, his eyes grew determined.
"We will fight! If we are to die today. We will die fighting! We will die with dignity! With honor! We will die as true nobles!!!"
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*Boom*
*Boom*
*Boom*
The protego enchantments on the metallic gate broke down unable to cope with the intensity of the barrage from the incoming army of wolfmen who spared no ammunition at their disposal just to bring down the gates.
"Fire at will!!!"
The vampires who are under the protection of the barrier from the gate rushed to the front line firing shots at the enemies fully abandoning the idea of retreat. Their murderous eyes grew ever more ferocious as they rushed forward. A few breaths of time and they now stood face to face with their enemies who simply waited for their approach the bullets that managed to pierce their skin are expelled in real time by their regeneration and their wounds healed to look as good as they were before like nothing happened.
'I can't feel pain anymore? Or is it just that this degree of damage is simply negligible to me now? These poor sods... why would anyone want to fight with this king's army?'
He looked at his fellow wolfmen, these warriors are battle tested, competent and loyal to their cause, their pack, and most of all their lord. Each one of them are taken from the muggle world where they suffered for the most part of their lives but now they are saved, and they are willing to pay this gratitude with their life.
'Alright, they had their fun. Now let's kill them all.'
"Fire at my cue!!!"
Warwick who led the troops signed hold with his fist after transmitting his order via the virtual network in their mark, when the enemy came close enough released his hand to signal 'fire' and shouted.
"Fire!!!"
Like when the Indians fought the Americans for the land using bows against guns. It was a massacre. The vampires didn't stand a chance at all. They didn't even last a for a few minutes and are downed in just seconds after they came face to face with the wolfmen army.
"Go inside! Go. Go. Go."
The silent guns of the wolfmen fired magic generated lasers and metallic projectile enchanted with duplication charm and thus needed not be reloaded at all. Close to no physical damage can affect the wolfmen in the beginning and yet they were equipped with top of the line gadgets and gizmos, the vampires who lived like cats all their lives can only grit their teeth in regret and accept their fate.
*Tack*
*Tack*
*Tack*
"You should have accepted my master's offer."
The wolfmen parted to let their leaders see what is in front of them. Golie and Warwick looked to the front with expressionless faces as they offered their words of 'comfort'.
William could be seen lying sprawled on the floor in a pool of his own blood with a lifeless look in his eyes. His entire coven is either captured or killed, he himself proved ineffective in dealing with the enemy on his own. Although alive, he wished he died to the gunfires for what is to come...
"Don't worry, you won't be alone in the future. Your friends are waiting for you in our base... Tsk... Take him away."
Golie continued after a few seconds gesturing to the entourage of wolfmen behind him. He glanced at the sky and then to William as he thought to himself.
'Now its time for master's plans to... Hmmm?'
"Everybody port back immediately!!!"
The message was transmitted to the virtual Intelligence's neural network, Golie grabbed Warwick by the arm and portkeyed to Atlantis' port hall with a pale face.
*Booooooooooooooom*
A mushroom of fire and smoke rose up from the ground to the atmosphere. It swallowed everything in its path be they wolfmen or vampire as it blew outwards.
It was a nuclear warhead that William hid as a trump card for a last stand scenario. Its existence is known only to him and no one else. If not for Golie's sharpened danger perception and enhanced senses, more of the troops would have been burnt by the nuclear blast and turned into vapor. Even the enchanted armor and equipment that was worn by those who were hit by the blast are melted down by the explosion which serves testament to the destruction the weapon brings.
"Aaaaah"
"Aaaaah"
"Raaaah"
"Nooooo"
"Sakit"
"Tangina dito"
*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beep*
Warnings and alarms continued to sound inside the port halls in Atlantis. Many of the wolfmen sustained considerable damage due to exposure but they will live as long as they didn't die instantly due to their enhanced physique.
[Emergency port has been issued. All personnel please remain in your assigned stations until you are recalled to base.]
[Concealment: failed.]
[Clean up: failed.]
[Mission completion: 75% : failed]
[Damage analysis: ongoing]
[Results: 47% of wolfmen armed forces are missing in action (MIA) from the nuclear explosion and are thus presumed dead.]
"Milord"
"Is it done?"
"I have failed you Milord."