Another part of the forest
"I hope we're not too late." Lauren said with a worried look on her face.
"Hopefully there won't be any Vampires out here tonight." John said as he griped his short sword tightly. Seemingly responding to its owner's worry, a yellow light flickers lightly on the short sword.
CRACK!
CRACK!
BANG!
The sound of fighting could be heard in the distance. The concerned parents quickly dashed towards the commotion.
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The Werewolf was running at full speed towards it's new prey. It's instincts were screaming at it to to slaughter these creatures.
Finally, the three creatures notice the Werewolf's presence when it came within 300 feet. The Werewolf stopped abruptly and it's eyes shined as it stared directly at the creatures.
Although the distance was far, a Werewolf's vision is top notch and can see them clearly.
Three men, pale as ghosts and blood red irises.
Ambrose, who was still not in control of his own body had a horrifying thought; 'Vampires?!'
Ambrose quickly calmed himself down and was not very surprised at all considering he was a Werewolf himself.
GRRRRR!
Ambrose did not have much more time to think as the Werewolf launched itself at the Vampires like a wild beast.
BANG!
One of the Vampires launched a deadly kick straight into the Werewolf's body. The beast went flying 20 feet before tumbling and eventually stopping.
'AHHHHH'
Ambrose tried to scream but he was not even in control of his own body; 'I'm so pathetic' Ambrose felt an anger burning inside of him that he had never felt before.
Seemingly reacting to his rage, his rebellious Werewolf cells found peace, accepting him as their master.
Quickly hopping to his feet, Ambrose quickly clenched his fists to familiarize himself with his transformation strength and new body.
"Little doggy, you shouldn't have come out to play without your pack."
Ambrose heard the mocking taunts of the Vampire that kicked him.
A suffocating pressure started emanating from his body; "What the fuck did you just say to me?" Ambrose asked in a low, gruff voice.
All three Vampires quickly jumped backwards with wary looks on their faces. Soon, that wariness turned to fear as they finally noticed his glowing blue eyes.
"What the hell is an Alpha doing out here?! I thought there were no packs left in New York!?"
"It doesn't matter! Let's kill-"
BANG!
CRASH!
Before the Vampire could finish his sentence his chest was completely crushed and he was sent flying through a tree.
His fellow bloodsuckers looked back in horror as they couldn't even react to their friend being killed.
Yes, he was dead. Ambrose hit him so hard that not only was his chest caved in but his heart and lungs were also annihilated.
Even with a Vampire's ridiculous regeneration, it's impossible for a Vampire of their strength to survive getting their heart pulverized.
A stronger Vampire could regenerate their heart but any Vampire who's head has been severed or crushed would die without question.
Of course, Ambrose did not know any of this. It was his Werewolf instincts telling him that he was much stronger than them even if they all came at him at once.
The other two Vampire's immediately started running in opposite directions.
Ambrose sported a bestial grin that revealed his sharp teeth.
He quickly ran after the the other Vampire that didn't kick him, possibly saving the best for last. Vampires are very fast and strong like Werewolves but they still lose out in physical power but make up for it with their regeneration, which is much stronger than a Werewolves.
Ambrose was traversing the trees, nimbly jumping from tree to tree with his large frame and made it look quite easy.
Catching up quickly, he jumped from the tree on top of the Vampire before grabbing him by the neck and smashing his head into the dirt.
"COUGH! COUGH!"
The Vampire spit out copious amounts of dirt and tried to rub it from his eyes. But before he could, he felt a burning sensation on his chest.
"AHHHHHH!"
4 claw bloodied gashes cut a food his chest from the left side down to the right.
Ambrose stood over him as he was writhing in pain; "Weakling." That was the last thing the Vampire heard as Ambrose plunged his claws into his chest before ripping out his heart.
GULP!
Before Ambrose had realized what he had done, he had actually swallowed the Vampire's heart.
"Well shit."
Ambrose quickly threw it to the back of his mind before trying to focus on the smell of the last hunt.
SNIFF! SNIFF!
"Found you."
Breaking out into yet another sprint. Ambrose chased after the last of the Vampires.
Suddenly having an idea, Ambrose breaks off a branch from a nearby tree. Quickly approaching the frantic Vampire, Ambrose leaps into a tree and launches the branch like a spear.
WHISTLE!
The Vampire, who senses something wrong, quickly dodges out of the way. Knowing that he cannot escape from this Alpha, he chose to stand his ground.
"Come out and fight me!" He yells into the darkness of the night.
Slowly, Ambrose emerges from the brush; "You're stronger than the other two, maybe you'll stand an actually chance." Ambrose taunts in his usual gruff, Werewolf voice.
HISS!
The Vampire bears his fangs and venomously glares at Ambrose. Trying to get the element of surprise, the Vampire moves at extreme speed to the side of the Werewolf before landing a blow straight to Ambrose's jaw.
CRACK!
"I think you cracked my jaw." Ambrose said as he was clearly only slightly dazed from the punch.
'What kind of monster is this?!' Knowing that his strongest punch had little to no effect, the Vampire quickly tried to create distance between them.
CLAMP!
Before he could move though, there was a huge hand wrapped around his leg. Suddenly, the world started spinning.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Being swung by the leg like a rag doll, the Vampire tried to use it's arms to protect his body. But, his arms were already completely shattered by the second time he was slammed into the ground. By the third, his organs had sustained massive damage.
Looking like a bloodied mess on the ground, the Vampire tried to crawl away but to no avail.
"Let's finish this."
Ambrose put one foot on the Vampire's head. Applying pressure, the Vampire's head exploded.
SPLAT!
"ROARRRRR"
Ambrose threw his head back and let out a victory cry on instinct. Like it was etched deep into his bones.
Suddenly he heard movement behind him; "Ambrose?"
He looked back and saw his parents with worried looks on their faces.