Hello to whoever is reading this. This has been brewing in my head for a while (a few days), so here we go. If you feel that you want me to continue with the series after reading this, lemme know in the comments section.
This story is something that was born in my head, any similarities to any other stories is a complete coincidence. Also, any similarities between my characters; and any people, living or dead, are also a coincidence.
This is a story in which vampires and werewolves exist. However, every animal is represented. So for example, there are wereplatypuses, and they have anthropomorphic characteristics, as do all weres, including werewolves. There are also demons, and conversely, angels as well. I also decided to create my own world. Countries and continents are made up, but cars and clothing brands etc are not, so think of it as people living on Venus, driving Ferraris and shit.
Also, I'm not going to be taking too much from classic vampire and werewolf law and shit, so no strangers randomly meeting and falling head over heels in love because they are 'Mates'. I may borrow a bit here and there, but by and large; it'll all be made up by me.
Lastly, like with my 1st story, my characters won't be getting all hot and sweaty in the first couple chapters, as I want them to invoke some kind of emotion from the readers; be it love or hate.
With that, I'm done. Enjoy.
Dionysosk.
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The city of Stern is the home to many different types of weres. Though there were many, each group had its own leaders, or Alphas. Werecats for example had an Alpha, much like werewolves. These groups were also at war with each other, for dominance over each other, but also for dominance over the city. There are however, 4 main groups which are the most powerful. There had been an ongoing agreement of sorts between the 4, and the city had been divided into four, in order to facilitate the agreement. As each group has a part of the city, no member from any of the other 4 groups could conduct business in the any of the other territories, without permission from the Alpha of the respective territories. This system had worked for the past 300 years, and it has only worked because each of the 4 Alphas are as powerful as the others, thus if a war were to breakout, there would be more casualties from a fight between the 4, than a fight between their respective groups. Because of this, they stayed out of each others' business, and allowed each to run their territory, and accumulate wealth as they saw fit, and as long as it did not interfere with the business of the others, they would be left to do their business in peace. These 4 powerful Alphas were referred to as "The Four Kings". Our focus however, is only on 1 member of TFK, who was really a queen, as she was the only female member. She was also a vampire, and an extremely powerful one at that. Her name was Angela Xavier.
Angela Xavier was the leader of the Xavier Coven, a huge compound in which many vampire families, loyal to Angela, lived. Many worked for her, in her casinos and hotel chains, and such. Angela rarely smiled, and never laughed, even at really funny jokes. She was always serious, in a bad mood, and never shied away from being ruthless. She ruled with an iron fist, and anyone who disobeyed her, or the rules of the Coven, paid a heavy price. At 387 years old, she wasn't the oldest in her Coven, but was the most powerful. She had been the leader for 250 years, and since she came into power, the businesses grew from strength to strength, making hers; the most powerful vampire coven, thus earning her a spot as one of TFK.
Angela had long since given up on ever finding anyone. She had to work twice as hard to get respect as a woman in a mans' world, and almost double that, as she was a female vampire, and doing that ensured that she never had time for herself. One night though, after coming back from her office, which was in her largest Casino, simply named 'Xavier', she thought she'd treat herself to a nice dinner. Once dressed to kill, she looked at herself in the mirror. Satisfied with how she looked, she hopped into her red Ferrari Testarossa, and headed into the city.
Angela was a fast driver, and her Ferrari could certainly handle that. It was a supercar after all, with sharpened the handling, and hardened the suspension. She was driving out from the residential areas, when she decided not to take the highway, but the roads leading through the forest, as she had not been through the forest in a long time. She was driving along the winding road, with the cover of the forest on either side of her. The only form of light came from her headlamps. Her instincts were telling her that something was odd, and that she had to be cautious. She thought this meant that she was going to be attacked or something, so she slowly increased the pressure on the accelerator, and her Testarossa picked up speed. This however, turned out to be a mistake.
A group of teenage werewolves was messing around, running through the forest, weaving between the trees, basically playing tag. They knew that the road that led through the forest was rarely used, and so they had decided to have their fun, assuming that no one would know they were there. They had been smoking the holy herb, and mixing that with Jack Daniels, and they were pretty buzzed, which slowed their reflexes quite a bit, however, that was part of the fun for them; their bodies reacting milliseconds later than their brains told them to.
Angela kept driving at a higher speed than normal, and her Testarossa was barely breaking a sweat. All off a sudden, she noticed two figures darting across the road, but she instantly recognised them as werewolves, and was confident that they'd be able to dodge. When they didn't, and she realised that they had noticed her far too late, she was forced to take action. She turned the wheel, avoiding the first were, yet the 2nd one reacted far too slowly, which then forced her to turn the wheel in the opposite direction, causing her wheels to lock, and she started to slide. She tried to correct, but it was too late, and her car went screeching towards a tree, and hit it, drivers' side 1st, and wrapped itself around it. The teen weres were scared shitless, and fled from the scene, without even bothering to help. Angela knew she wasn't going to die, but unless she got some help, and quickly, the chances of her perishing would increase. With that thought still in her head, she lost consciousness, as the world turned black.
Angela woke up in a bed, which she was sure was not her own. She waited for her eyes to adjust, before taking in her surroundings. She noticed that she was in a log cabin, or something very much like one. She was about to try and move, when the door to the room she was in opened and a man walked in. She looked at him, and instantly felt her heart melt, and butterflies populate her stomach. Here was a man, who stood at about 6'4", pretty tall. Short blonde hair, green eyes, prominent jaw, tall and square chin, something o'clock shadow, she couldn't tell. Medium lips that were drawn, a bold, strong nose, and a golden tan. He was her opposite in many ways. Although she too was tall, at 5'10", she was slim and pale. She had long black hair, pronounced cheekbones, thick, pursed lips, deep blue eyes, and was thin. She wasn't a supermodel, but those in her Coven told her she had a subtle beauty. This guys' beauty was anything but subtle! He was obviously, and ridiculously gorgeous. Gorgeous as he was, she wasn't going to let her guard down around him, as she didn't know if she had been rescued, or had been taken captive yet. But she noticed he was carrying a tray, with what looked like an English breakfast on it.
"Ah, you're finally awake!" He said, flashing a mesmerising smile.
"Yes. Where am I?"
"You're in my home. I found you, wounded in a mangled up Ferrari. It took quite some effort to pull you out of that wreck. After I pulled you out, I brought you here, tended to your wounds, which healed pretty quickly on their own, and now here we are, 3 days later, and you're awake. I've brought you something to eat. You must be hungry.
'I'm starving! Thank goodness! Food! But wait, I can't let my guard down. It could be poisoned'
"Well I'm sorry that you went through all that trouble, but I'm not hungry in the sligh—"
GRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWLL!!
Angela blushed furiously, as her stomach betrayed her. The man just laughed, and placed the food down on the bedside table, as she sat up. He then pulled up a chair, and sat next to her. He watched, as she scoffed down the meal; with the sounds of lips smacking; the occasional: 'Mmmmm!' and 'Yum!' She ate like a woman possessed. By the time she was finished, her saviour was surprised she hadn't eaten the plate, along with everything else. This thought made him laugh, and made Angela blush. This confused her, as for the 1st time in over 200 years, she blushed; not one, but TWICE. She had forgotten how it felt to be embarrassed.
"Stop laughing at me. What's so funny?" she asked, slightly annoyed. He leant forward slightly, and looked her in the eyes.
"You; you're funny." She blushed again, and he laughed again.
