Alpha Nathan made his way to the throne room which was a colossal chamber and the most magnificent room in the pack manor.
The walls which were concrete, were adorned with precious stones specifically sapphire, rubies and gemstones.
The polished floors sparkled under the lights emitted by a fleet of golden chandeliers hanging from the wooden ceiling.
Valuable portraits hang on the walls. They were portraits of the former alphas and rakshas of the Red Moon Pack. From the first alpha to the current one.
In front of the throne room, was a throne chair made from the best and most durable metal. It had leather cushions on the back rest and arm rest. The pack insignia which was that of a red full moon, was engraved on the back rest of the throne chair.
The Alpha beckoned one of the guards posted at the entrance of the pack manor. The guard who was a slightly shorter man, obliged.
"Sound the battle horn." He issued a directive.
"Yes, alpha. "
"Also, make sure that all the women and children are taken to the safe house at once!" He added and the guard nodded in response.
The alpha watched as the guard walked away, until he was out of sight.
A war horn was blown and almost immediately, the valiant pack warriors started streaming into the throne room, bare chested and ready for war.
The pack had about five hundred warriors. Both male and female. The female warriors were only a handful.
The pack had thrived over the years because of their strong defences. They had won in most battles, especially against the rogue pack of werewolves.
"Today we are here because danger is looming over our heads, the vampires are on their way to the pack. They want war and that is exactly what we will give them. Brothers and sisters, tonight we fight for our pack. Tonight, we fight to win!" He thundered and the warriors chanted in unison.
They were psyched for war.
"Before we go for war, let us chant our prayer to Lycaon our Father" he thundered.
It was a common tradition for the pack to chant a prayer to Lycaon, the father of all werewolves. They believed that only he, could grant them victory against their enemies.
"Oh. Holy Lycaon, Father of all beasts we pray for your protection against our enemies. May you bestow might upon us. May you ensure victory against our enemies. All Hail, our King and Protector." They chanted the prayer in unison with their hands lifted in the air. A sign of submitting to their Lord, Lycaon.
The war drums and horns blared into the night as the warriors splashed war paint marks on their faces and swiftly began to shift into their primal forms which was wolf like creatures with sharp claws, fur covered bodies and sharp, long teeth.
Mean while, the scared women and children were led to the safe house, which was a hidden basement in the pack Manor.
The raksha on the other hand, was alarmed and anxious on hearing the war drums. She got up from the bed with difficulty and limped towards the balcony. She watched as the pack warriors prepared for war. Most of them had shifted to wolves. She spotted her husband, The alpha among the unshifted warriors. He had paint marks on his fore head. Her heart clenched at the thought of her mate getting hurt.
She reached for the chain which was dangling from her neck and traced her slim fingers on the pendant. It was a gift from her mate which he had gifted to her on the day of their betrothal.
"Please, mother goddess, protect him. May he come back to me, unharmed." She mumbled a prayer while holding the wedding chain.
"Raksha, we need to head to the safe house at once." Andre, the alpha's beta who had been assigned to protect them stated. He was holding the baby who had been wrapped in a thick shawl and was sound asleep.
"Alright. But first, I have to do something." She replied then limped away from the balcony and headed for a closet at the corner of the room. She unlocked the closet and took out a book. She tore a piece of paper from the book.
She placed the piece of paper on the wooden table, dipped a feather pen in the ink vase and quickly scribbled some words on the piece of paper.
"Andre, I want you to take my son out of this place. Take him to my father's pack. That is until the war subsides. If you do not hear from my husband and I, know that we didn't make it," She explained, then handed him the folded piece of paper, "Give this to my father, alpha Regnarak Viskaard."
"Raksha, but the Alpha asked me to keep an eye on both you and the baby." Andre hesitated.
"Andre, I know. But you must do what I have asked of you. It is the only way to ensure that my son survives. I will remain to guard the women and the children."
He nodded his head in approval.
The raksha looked at her sleeping son lovingly and then she planted an affectionate kiss on his small forehead.
"I love you, Christian. I will see you soon." She whispered, then planted yet another kiss on his lips.
After instructing Andre on a safe route to take, he bade the raksha and left with the child. Once he was gone, she packed a few essential items in a small leather bag and limped off to the safe house where the rest of the women and children were.
***
VAMPIRES, otherwise known as creatures of blood, were ruthless, mean and blood thirsty creatures. They had the ability to shift into bat- like creatures.
They were strong physically, had sharp eye sight and super hearing.
The sharp eyesight was what enabled them to detect their prey for miles.
They could suck blood of both human and non human creatures.
Most people thought that vampires are a myth but they are wrong because vampires are real.
The first vampire to have existed was Vladimir. Otherwise known as Vlad the destroyer. Vladimir was the father of all vampires.
It is from Vladimir, that Dracula was born. Vladimir, fell in love with a witch, Annabella Voldemort. She was a satanic witch of the Church of Blood Coven.
Vladimir and Annabella had their first child, Dracula. The child had inherited both of his parents 'powers. He was a vampire as well as a satanic wizard.
The council of witches felt threatened by the child's powers and so decided to eliminate him. Vlad and his wife, teleported the child to another realm. Transylvania, was the name of the realm. The child grew up and became the most feared Vampire in history. His name was Count Dracula.
Count Dracula sired many other vampires, through history. This increased the vampires ' numbers throughout the old world.
In the late 1820's he married Elisabetha, the Queen of Romania who was a mortal.
Elisabetha, was a scientist, a curious soul and she had gone to Transylvania to find out the truth about Vampires existence. When she was younger, she had heard stories of creatures that could run at a speed faster than light, creatures that fed on human blood, creatures whose blood had healing capabilities. She wanted to prove that the myths were true. And that's why, she had embarked on an adventure to Transylvania.
She met the Count of Transylvania otherwise known as Count Dracula for the first time, in his magnificent palace. From the moment she lay her eyes on him, she fell in love. His features were unlike any man's. His long raven hair, deep blue cold eyes,thin pink lips and a very pale complexion of his skin. She knew that he was a vampire. Despite that, she allowed her heart to fall for him.
She felt safer around him.
After a few months of staying in his castle, he started feeling the same way about her. Elisabetha was Dracula's first true love.
It is from their love story, that a child was born. The child's name was Michaelo Von Dracul.
Michaelo Von Dracul, was a name that horrifies even a dead man.
He had a heart of ice.
He reeked of death.
Whatever he touched, withered and died eventually.
His eyes were a pit of darkness, pain and grief.
The pain and grief caused by his loss. He had lost more in the centuries of his existence.
His loss, fuelled his thirst for vengeance.
A thirst that was quenched each time he butchered werewolves.
It was after all because of werewolves that he lost the joy of a family. It was because of them, that he had to watch his own mother, burnt at the stake. Because of them, his father was beheaded and his head placed on a spike.
He had to watch, as ravens fed off his father's corpse.
It was because of them, that he was sold to slavery at a young age and had to do horrible things to survive.
His father's Kingdom, was burnt to the ground because of werewolves.
Michaelo Von Dracul, swore to hunt and kill every werewolf on the face of the earth. That is what he and his vampires have been doing for almost a century.
Michaelo Von Dracul, swore to hunt and kill every werewolf on the face of the earth. That is what he and his vampires have been doing for almost a century.
That evening, they got a signal about a werewolf pack known as the 'Red Moon Pack' who resided at the edge of the Green forest woods. One of the biggest forests in the old world.
A witch, Alvarenza, had performed a locater spell in order to narrow down the pack's location. With her help, the vampires located the pack's territory.
"Tonight, we attack! Kill every last one of those dogs. We will bathe in their blood and wipe mud off our feet with their filthy fur! Tonight is the night, my fellow Vampires." He thundered and the blood thirsty vampires yelled in excitement and anticipation.
They shifted into their primal form, with large wings shooting from their shoulder blades, long sharp fangs replacing their canines and the colour of their eyes turning crimson. They flew towards the werewolf territory and immediately started attacking the wolves.
Michaelo Von Dracul, flew into the pack manor, through an open window. He sniffed into the air and caught a strong smell of blood. It was fresh werewolf blood.
His fiery eyes scanned all over the room. Satisfied that no one was in the room, he walked out, following the scent of the blood.
He was tall, just like his late father. At 7'0 in height, he had dark long hair, that rested on his broad, shoulders. His muscular back, flexed whenever he moved. Large red bat like wings had protruded from his shoulder blades. His body which was built for sin comprised of pale skin, a chest that was adorned with silky hairs and abdomen that was infested with abs, a pronounced V-line and a pair of strong thighs. His visage was embellished with a pair of grey eyes, thick pink lips and a sharp jawline. His features could tempt even a nun to sin.
He was descending the fleet of stairs at the pack manor when he came across three pack guards. The guards swiftly drew out their swords.
"This will be fun." An evil smirk adorned his lips as he advanced towards the guards.
"Stop right there! " They aimed their swords at Michaelo.
Michaelo advanced towards them, not bothered by their threats.
One of the guards, bravely rushed to Michaelo and plunged the sword in his chest.
"Ouch! That hurt." He mocked, furrowing his eyebrows. The guard froze as he watched the wound heal itself.
"Who are you? " he fearfully asked.
"Your worst nightmare." A devious smile formed on his lips as he watched the terrified guards.
"I am starving." He declared then grabbed one of the guards. A pair of sharp fangs elongated from his gums. Swiftly, he sank the fangs on the guards' neck, sucking blood hungrily from his jugular. The guard's screams echoed through the mansion as he attempted to free himself from Michaelo's death grip.
Horror danced in the other guards' eyes as they watched the scene unfold.
"Mm...that was quite a meal." He licked the blood from his lips and then let go of the pale dead body and watched it collapse on the floor.
He then turned to look at the two guards who were spooked to the core.
"What to do with the two of you." Michaelo contemplated.
"Please --spare us." One of them pleaded.
"We will do anything you ask of us." The other added.
"Anything?" Michaelo inquired with a mischievous smile on his lips.
"Ye--s." They replied in unison. Fear etched on their faces.
Michaelo stared into the one of guards' irises for a lengthy amount of time while speaking some words, "I want you to slit his throat and drink his blood" He declared.
Promptly, the guard slashed his friend's throat and then started sucking on the open wound as Michaelo watched in amusement.
Mind control, was one of Michaelo's gifts. He had the ability to control the mind of his victims and order them to do whatever he pleased.
It is how, he managed to defeat most of his enemies through decades.
****
Mean while, the raksha was in the safe room with the scared women and children.
"It will be over, soon." She assured them.
The safe room, was slightly bigger than the throne room. It is where the werewolves sought refuge in times of war. There was enough beds, food, clothes among other supplies in the room.
Most of the children cuddled with their mothers.
Then there was a loud bang on the door.
Silence followed.
"Open up dear women...we know you're in there "A vampire yelled mockingly from the other side of the door.
"I can't wait to sink my teeth into those beautiful necks of yours " Another added while laughing maniacally.
"Open up!" They banged on the door fiercely.
"Raksha, what do we do? " A young woman, worriedly asked.
"Hide all the children under the beds. We are going to have to fight them off." She ordered.
The mothers hid their scared children under the beds.
"We need wooden steaks. Everyone, grab a wooden stake!" Dana declared.
The women broke the wooden chairs, brooms turning them to weapons. Some reached out for kitchen knives.
Impatiently, they waited for the intruders.
Suddenly, the door flew open and the bloodthirsty vampires swarmed in, unaware of the war awaiting them.
"Attack!" The raksha yelled and the angry women complied and started fighting with the vampires.
Throats were sliced open, wooden steaks plunged in chests, necks snapped and hearts ripped from the ribcages as blood splattered all over the place.
It was a messy sight.
The war between the two clans persisted for hours.
It seemed endless.
Piles of dead werewolves and vampires stocked up.
"Sire, I have their queen." Maldos, the commander stated while dragging the raksha towards the vampire lord. She was soaked in blood, her face covered in fresh wounds.
Michaelo grabbed her hair and pulled her to him. He stared into her petrified eyes.
"Oh. How the mighty have fallen." He sarcastically pointed out.
"Go to hell!" She mustered courage and spoke.
"That is where you are headed, dear queen."
He dragged her out of the manor, into the battle field.
The alpha was busy fighting off some vampires, in his wolf form, when he spotted his wife who was at the mercy of the vampire lord.
"I have your queen. Yield and submit to me or she dies!" Michaelo thundered.
The werewolves stopped fighting the vampires at once and shifted into their human forms.
"Good. Now my fellow vampires, I want you to suck them dry!
All of them!" He ordered and immediately the vampires began ripping the defenceless werewolves' throats while feasting on their warm blood.
It was a sickening sight.
"That is not what you promised." The Alpha spoke at last, shifting into his human form. An angry look was plastered on his face.
"I'm guessing you are the alpha."
"Yes."
"Good. Alpha you and I are gonna play a little game," Michaelo proposed.
"I am not in the mood for your games, Michaelo Von Dracul."
"It is not an option, I'm afraid. So, are you ready, dear alpha?" He inquired with a wide grin on his face. His claws were directly on Dana's throat.
"Please don't harm her." A plea left his lips.
"That depends on whether or not you are fast enough to save her before I tear her throat. "