The group could be seen dashing through the woods, trying to reach the ambush point. Ambrose was in the lead, followed closely by Brett and Amelia. Amelia's protectors were in the shadows somewhere, searching for threats to her life. Simon was barely keeping up with them as he was only a Delta and can only transform on a full moon. He was panting, even with his evolved physique because of the speed the group was moving at.
'Fuck! I'm going to have to lie down for a bit after we get there.' Simon complained to himself, as a thin line of sweat formed on his forehead.
"We're almost there, just a minute or two left until we get there." Ambrose said in a low voice, but everyone present heard it with their enhanced hearing.
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
They made it to the designated place soon enough, it was dark but there were street lights, making it somewhat visible to normal humans.
Everyone looked towards Ambrose for further instructions, but instead of directing them, he took out his phone and called someone.
"It's me."
"Are you here?"
"Alright I'll see you soon."
Ambrose put away his phone and turned towards the group and said; "We have a guest coming to help."
'A guest?'
They were baffled, and even Ambrose's pack members couldn't guess who it would be.
CRUNCH!
Soon, they all heard the sound of a twig snapping as someone emerged from the trees. It was Darren, he had a spear on his back and some lightweight armor on.
Darren spotted Ambrose and walked over with a grin on his face, "What's up bro? Are we ready for this?"
"We've gone over it a thousand times, if they're not ready now then they will never be." Ambrose said with a slight smile on his face.
Amelia couldn't help but speak up when she was how close her brother was with this person, "Brother who's this?"
"Brother?" Darren looked at Ambrose with a confused expression on his face.
SIGH!
Ambrose massaged the space between his eyebrows as he felt a headache coming on from his family situation.
"Amelia this is by adoptive brother Darren. Darren this is my biological twin sister Amelia."
"HUH?!" They both said at the same time as they looked at each other in disbelief.
'Holy shit! I didn't pay attention before but she's basically a female Ambrose!' Darren said to himself as he examined her.
'Adoptive brother…' Amelia had very complicated feelings towards the person in front of her.
"Enough with the introductions. Let's go over the plan one last time now that we're actually here." Ambrose instructed and everyone nodded.
An hour quickly passed as the sky became even darker than before as the moon was now visible in the sky.
Five SUVs came into view as the headlights illuminated the dark road.
The Vampire driving the first SUV was sucking on a bloodbag as he casually drove on the seemingly peaceful road.
He looked over at the man in the passenger seat and smiled, "You ready to kill some mutts, Kane?"
"How many years has it been since lord Orilius has come to personally kill someone? 150? 200?"
"Hehe it's been 350 years to be prec-"
BANG!
The car suddenly flipped over, flying through the air and landing upside down 20 feet in front of it's original position.
"AHHH! SHIT!" The man named Kane kicked open his door and staggered out, looking backwards only to see a pair of glowing yellow eyes brimming with murderous intent staring right at him.
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A few seconds before;
Brett was hiding in a shrub when he heard his phone go off.
DING!
[Ambrose: Do it.]
Brett closed his eyes before taking a deep breath in. After stabilizing his mind he slowly stood up before disappearing without a trace.
He reappeared in the middle of the road, where he could see headlights heading closer and closer to where he was standing.
BADUMP!
BADUMP!
His heart beat like a race horse either from nervousness, excitement, or both. A smile slowly formed on his lips as his blood boiled, excited for the battle at hand. He slowly transformed his right arm, as he had time before the car closed in.
Brett clenched his fist, feeling the power of his Werewolf genes, 'Ah… what a crazy life I have!'
FWOOSH!
Brett flashed once again, but this time he was right in front of the first SUV. Without wasting any time, he swung his fist downwards with incomparable might, hitting the hood of the car with such force that coupled with it's previous speed, flipped it over his head, making it land on its roof a 20 feet behind him.
BANG!
CRASH!
Before any other car could react, a shadow came crashing into the car in the middle, sending it tumbling off the road.
'Ambrose made his move. Time for the slaughter to begin.' Brett said to himself as his murderous intent involuntarily leaked out.
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Present
The Vampire Kane, shuddered in fear as he felt the intensity of those glowing eyes on him, "Shit! It's an ambu-"
His voice was cut off as he felt his world spinning. But, he knew something was wrong when he saw his body fall to the ground.
'Huh? Why can I see my own body from so high up?'
That was his last thought before his consciousness faded.
PLOP!
Kane's head hit the ground and rolled to Brett's feet. Even in death, he still didn't know how he died.
PTOOI!
Brett spat in disgust as he saw the confused look on the decapitated head of his first kill of the night.
He then looked towards the SUV he flipped, the driver who was out of it until recently could be seen slowly crawling out the vehicle.
He struggled to stand up as he got his bearings, still unaware that his friend had already been killed.
"Ugh!" The driver grunted as he looked around, trying to find his friend. What greeted him instead was that of a now fully transformed Werewolf looking down at him from atop the busted up car.
GRRRR!
"SHIT!" He cut his wrist with his fingernail, trying to use Blood Arts but his reaction was too slow. Brett had pounced at him with a mighty leap, biting out a chunk of his neck.
GURGLE!
The Vampire fell to the ground, choking on his own blood. When he was the Werewolf standing over him, he frantically tried to buy time fir his healing factor to repair his wound, but it was too late.
Brett picked him up by the neck and proceeded to rip his head off with brute force.
CRREEE!
Brett held the head up like a trophy and roared to high heaven.
ROOOOAAARRR!