Blood spillers
Everyone knows prince wolf has always wanted to be king of our land. But none of us expected him to set war on this country. Last starlight he set his army of snarling werewolf’s on the border killing and torturing the villagers there. I saw one of them being tortured. They took out a hammer and nails, and drove the nails in to each of his knuckles, he screamed for help, but i couldn’t do anything, so I ran from his screaming to find Richard.
Richard was my friend, we both suffered from the same mental disorder. It didn’t have a name to our species, humans might have called it DID (Dissociative identity disorder). But I’m not sure, it happens when we are changed, the vampire blood being pumped in to our veins was contaminated, ending in both of us being deadly... even more so than normal vampires.
I arrived at our camp. We had been pretty much exiled by our old village just after we murdered and crucified a vampire trainer. Of course we felt bad about it, afterwards.... But when we did it we were incontrollable. Richard was sitting by the fire fiddling with and envelope in his hands.
“What you got there?” I say taking the envelope out of his hands and looking at it myself. I don’t know why I spoke to him; the only time he ever talked was when he was in his violent self.
I looked down at the envelope for a second then ripped it open and took out the letter.
Dear Richard and Casey.
I have been asked to write to you to tell you of the death of your dear friend Lucy. Who was murdered by an attack squad on the castle. We killed them all after wards but unfortunately Lucy was killed in the siege.
I want you both to take an attack back on them and get your revenge, for lucy.
We all know you both will kill many. And you may not return alive, if you don’t your wrongs will be forgotten.
Yours sincerely
Erie
“That doesn’t leave us much of a choice, does it Richard!” I muttered, sitting down next to the fire.
We knew they wanted rid of us, this was just a respectful way to do it. We were a danger a to our own species after all.
That night we slept and dreamed of killings to come.
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