The Alpha's Bane

"Please, leave us alone! Go away and leave us the fuck alone!," a brown haired woman fidgets and cries.

Her arms , enveloping her two children in a tight hug. She darts her eyes up the roof of the dark living room in fear .

A torchlight lay on the floor , flashing at her dead husband, whose face had been ripped in three places with claws.

His dead wounds, so deep that his bones were visible. His belly opened , and his bloody intestines bugged out on the floor.

A shotgun lay not too far from her husband's right hand.

A cloud of bats flies with extreme speed, suddenly snatching off her two children with a piercing squeak as they scream, their voices fading away, calling for their mum's help.

The woman hands longs for his children as she screams their names. The cloud of bats abruptly flies back into the room from the window, colliding to form a man.

Vlad rose, appearing to be in his early 30s, his skin turned pale, his fangs and claws grew as he walked to the woman who jittered and walked back in fear.

"Where are my children you blood sucking monster!," the woman screams in anger.

"They are mine now, and ...I'll take that as a compliment," long black haired Vlad shrieks as he forcefully sinks his claws into the woman's neck.

Vlad sucks her blood until her eyes and skin turn white . He shapeshifted to a cloud of bats and fled on the arrival of the police.

Deep in the thick woods, the werewolves gathered in their den, a cave with a stone slab and chairs made of rocks.

The dark Lunar Oracle, her eyes holding the weight of centuries , with over 500 years of wisdom etched on her face.

She's grey haired , weak looking , body shrinked , disheveled old woman, sat amidst the human werewolves, holding a staff that seemed more like a walking stick.

A troubling prophecy intensified the ominous situation.

"A fierce battle looms... from which a Lupa will be conceived . She will cause the breakage of the werewolves breed and will raise a rare formidable breed. It must be stopped!," the Lunar Oracle's voice trembled.

The city of New York is aghast with the vampire pandemonium.

It aired in the news , the government encouraging everyone to remain indoors while they seek protective measures against vampires.

The door of the clubs swung open, Vlad, clothed in red suit and holding a staff enters with his brood. He walked to the VIP lounge and sat with his brood.

The bartender approached him , requesting to know what they would like to take ,but when she noticed Vlad's skin color and weird face, she fearfully walked away.

Vlad and his brood watched the ladies strip in the club and men throwing money at them. Vlad watched with bloodlust, tapping and nodding to one of his broods.

Sent by the vampire king, the brood went to one of the strippers, rubbing her bum, but abruptly, he received a slap from the stripper who walked away.

The brood gazed back at Vlad who gestured to him to be calm. Vlad followed the stripper into the inner club, where he waited patiently for her.

The stripper walked out from the restroom, seeing Vlad , standing in the corridor.

Vlad rizzed up the stripper in a poetic language and she fell for it, rubbing Vlad and walking around him.

She turned , looking at the mirror and noticed that she was the only one standing before the mirror while Vlad stood right before her eyes.

When she knew who he was and wanted to run away. Vlad took flight , blocking her way and biting her neck as she screamed for help till death.

A lady who was going into the restroom caught Vlad before the stripper who lay dead on the floor and ran into the dance floor, heading towards the exit.

A mystic dagger caught up with in the pool of her blood and she died. This alerted other clubbers who tried to scamper for safety , but the vampires turned it into an exciting adventure.

Vlad and his broods tactically fought and drank all of them while Vlad bit some of his captors jugular veins, drawing their bloods Into a sack.

About to leave , SWAT and the police had already surrounded the location , aiming at them and ordering them to come out with their hands up.

Vlad noticed that someone was hiding over the bar. She was the owner of the club. Vlad drew his mystic dagger, flying it into her neck till she gagged to death.

Vlad took his dagger and screamed at the SWAT and police that they were on their way out with their hands up.

While the police and SWAT waited outside the club, a cloud of bats squeaked, flying out through the windows of the club while the SWAT and police took cover in fear.

Vlad came home, carrying the sack of blood on his body which exudates freezing ice. His eyes, fiery brown.

He gave it to his mate Carmilla, she looks younger than her age, tall , long hair and very beautiful.

Carmilla was excited as she opened the sack and drank the blood, exhaling in fulfillment. She hugged Vlad, luring him to the bed while they kissed.

An Elk bugle and ran for its life in the woods, pawsteps ran towards it and eventually leaped , grabbing it to the ground and devouring it.

Just by the corner, the werewolf noticed Wahaya, a hairy , able-bodied, thick skinned , sturdy looking man devouring a deer on the ground.

The werewolf shapeshifted to Luca, looking more masculine, very strong ,white haired alpha. He walked to Wahaya and asked him why he's hunting alone.

As Wahaya's menacing gaze locked onto Luca, the air thickened with tension. With calculated steps, Wahaya closed the distance, his voice dripping with malice.

"Take care Luca. Extend my warmest regards to your lovely mate." These simple words hung incomprehensibly in Luca's heart as he pondered over it.

Wahaya's body began to shift, his form changed into that of a snarling werewolf as he vanished into the darkness.

Luca's gaze shifts thoughtfully. Back in human form, Luca took the fresh elk carcass home, the weight of Wahaya's words still unsettling in his mind.

Upon arriving, he presented the meal to faced-haired Lupa, whose beauty was only tempered by the unease flickering in her eyes.

As she devoured the meal, Luca delivered Wahaya's regards, his tone measured. Lupa's mask slipped, her emotions raw and exposed.

A maelstrom of thoughts churned within her.

"Why would Wahaya send such a message through my mate? Does he know our secret? What game is he playing?"

The questions swelled up her heart with unease, her thoughts blank. Lupa's eyes locked onto Luca's, searching for answers that only seemed to deepen the mystery.