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The moonlight was chasing her,  he was in on her games, Tonight they danced and twirled together like one, her athletic body performed equistitly her purple hair twisted whirled, as her ringlets shimmered in the twilight. Her face like a china doll, pinched cheeks and smooth skin with freckles scattered around that held your attention just as much as her Bright blue eyes even though they now sparkled,they were old and there had been alot of depair seen by them, like they were not her own?, her red lips were hungry and dry,  Maybe she thought after she had grown tired of this uneventful game, 'i'll kill a dancer one day, what a prey they must make, she could run until the dawn'  she wondered dreamily of this exercise and it wasn't until she heard the laughter that she snapped back into her reality on westgate Park. Her face contorted, and she bolted stealthily into the night.
    The trees were silent soliders, facing an unseen enemy. but he slipped past their defences, and on into the graveyard. He wandered loosly to a nearby gravestone and sat onto the floor, even this completely normal act of sitting, looked different and impressive when he did it. He pulled out a rolled up leather case from his pocket and opened it fully there were many weapons, none of those however could even be described in terms from this, our human world. He pulled out a sword that had been hanging on his belt and placed it so that it was leaning onto his knee, then he began to sharpen it.
      As he worked the moonlight overhead decided  to grace him with its time, and for a while he was in the spotlight. his face held low was lined with concentration, his beautiful eyes were intense and sharp, the whole of this pupil was red surrounded by pure black, they were amazing, these were eyes you could live inside for years and still not know all their secrets, Even when relaxed his muscular body was always in some sort of tense position, always ready for an unexpected attack. His lips were blood red and and beautifuly full they contrasted fantasticaly with his skin that was the purest of White. As he hung his head further over the sword, his long black hair fell infront of his delicate face. The smooth flawless mass cascaded like athe tears of pain from a grieving family, his perfectly straight hair was exceptionaly long and came to a stop somewhere around his lower back.There was no doubting he was beautiful, he had a kind of timeless gothic beauty that not all could appreciate, although those who could, would fall deeply in love.
  He stood gracefully, his long black velvet coat swayed in the breeze. He drew his sword, and brandished  it above his head, visible on the blade was his name, 'Roebein' branded into the metal. It was a strong name, and true to his character. Suddenly he took on one of the invisible army, cutting through the air with ease. His methods of attack and defense were skilled and trained. His thrusts and strikes were precise and smooth. After a few minutes he lowered his sword and panting slightly leant against a grave stone, breathed in the cool night air and drifted into thought. It would be time soon, The one he had been trailing was here, she was vicious, it hadn't been hard to track her down...
    Then just like someone had punched him square in the jaw, he smelt the blood,  "Shes here" he whispered. Roebein collected his weapons and slid his sword back into his belt. The light shone over his face one last time, and his eyes came alive, but, resigned to be a wallflower he declined the moons invitation of the dance and continued through the graveyard towards the alley way.
    "Damn It!" she squealed as she landed on the barbed wire that lined the roof wall of the building, almost invisible in the darkness.The flesh on her leg ripped open spilling out crimson talent. The pain however hardly affected her anymore in her 800 years on earth she'd felt alot worse, like about 700 years ago when she was almost killed in a clean up program of France, It was around the same time she'd picked up her name of Fae. She giggled out loud as she remembered they'd said she had an unatural tone about her, her face was too perfect, out of this world. She wondered as that same face contorted, What they would think of this one. Her two front teeth enlongated until they were almost past her bottom lip. they became sharper and thinner, made to inflict pain. Her forehead sloped lower covering the tops of her eyes. Her whole face became sharper and shadowed.
   The Vampyre called Fae wandered along the the roof of the building and overlooked the alleyway below. The door to a club opened and five people walked out. two men and three women, they were typical enough, they'd had a 'good' night out, a few too many beers and now they were going to experience something amazing and deadly. Fae. She took a deep breath and jumped into the alley way.
    Roebein slinked his way down the streets using his friends the shadows to hide his muscular frame. He reached the mouth of the alleyway in time to hear the shocked screams of humans. Suddenly a man sprinted past him knocking him slightly from the suprise. He regained his balance quickly and decided to wait until the Female Vampyre had started on her first kill before he attacked.
    She hit the floor and quickly rose, the women screamed and typicaly one of the men bolted without even seeing her face. "What the fuck are you?" the remaining man shouted at her, she flashed them an evil grin "Me? i'm Fae and i'm your worst fucking Nightmare", she grabbed the blonde girl closest to her, and yanked her hair quickly to the side, exposing her soft, supple neck, she could see the blood pulsing beneath the skin. "Hey! What are you doing?!" the man yelled trying to be a hero, he started towards Fae, but she took him down with a side kick to the gut, he doubled over in the air and hit the wall with a sickening crack. He stayed on the floor, shocked at her obviously un-natural strength.
   Her attention however never faulted from the girls neck, she raised her fangs and pierced the skin, clamping down harder and harder as the blood came faster, she was in heaven, all her senses came alive as she felt the blood flow into her body. The girl was almost dry when she was rudely hit in the side by a flying dagger, the blade sank deep into her side, but missed any major organs. Her mouth opened and her fangs withdrew from inside the girl, she fell to the floor. Fae screamed in agony and pulled the dagger from her side, she threw it in disgust and looked at her attacker.
   Roebein considered the Vampyre for a moment, she was old, strong and fast, but no different from many others he had faced, and like them there would be no problem killing her.
   "and who may you be" she asked "You're spoiling my fun you bastard", Roebein smiled slightly " Oh Me? i'm your worst fucking nightmare" and with that he jumped and landed a flying kick in her neck, she toppled over and quickly sprang up "you wanna play then do you?" she spat. she ran at him and flipped over and kicked him hard in the stomach he doubled up and pulled her legs from under her before she had chance to land it. He withdrew his sword and swang down at her, she rolled quickly to the side and the blade hit concrete. she performed a forward roll and kicked out his legs, he fell and dropped the sword. she recovered it and held it against his throat where he lay, "Oh i always like being on top" she smirked. "too bad you can't stay there then" he said, fast as he could, he kicked the sword up out of her hands, jumped to his feet and caught the sword on its way to the ground. "Just so you know" he said as she backed away "Game Over" he brought the sword around his back and cut through the air until he hit her throat and cut clean through the bone and muscle tissue, her head fell to the floor and the body followed, the grey of the concrete seemd to seep into her dieing eyes, before she exploded in a cloud of dust.  He sighed and whsipered 'dirty half breed', now that was over his real fun was just about to begin.
   "Is she.... dead?" came the voice of one of the two remaining girls who in the fight had been hidden behind a dumpster. "yes" roebein spoke sharply, he eased his sword back into his belt, and turned to face the women " she most certainly is" "thankyou for saving us, how could we ever repay you?" they asked pleadingly "Oh i can think of a way" Roebein said with a smile. The moonlight once again favoured his frame, darker somehow in the moonlight, his beautiful face staring upwards, Then he finally relaxed all his senses and let it take over, he was no dirty half bred fool, he was pure.. his nails became black and pointed, his teeth changed so that they were as sharp as the sword, the legs of his PVC trousers split at the seams like his jacket and shirt, as his legs swelled up so even more muscle was visible, his body became covered in thick black hair, the nose of his amazing face elongated and his eyes became larger and sank deeper into his head, the smaller nose at the end of his snout became wet, and afterwards he was completely unrecognisable. The girls through Out all of this stood shocked. and with the last of his human voice he said "This is my dance".
The werewolf advanced on its prey as the moon looked on and laughed.

Description
The moonlight was chasing her,  he was in on her games, Tonight they danced and twirled together like one, her athletic body performed equistitly her purple hair twisted whirled, as her ringlets shimmered in the twilight. Her face like a china doll, pinched cheeks and smooth skin with freckles scattered around that held your attention just as much as her Bright blue eyes even though they now sparkled,they were old and there had been alot of depair seen by them, like they were not her own?, her red lips were hungry and dry,  Maybe she thought after she had grown tired of this uneventful game, 'i'll kill a dancer one day, what a prey they must make, she could run until the dawn'  she wondered dreamily of this exercise and it wasn't until she heard the laughter that she snapped back into her reality on westgate Park. Her face contorted, and she bolted stealthily into the night.
    The trees were silent soliders, facing an unseen enemy. but he slipped past their defences, and on into the graveyard. He wandered loosly to a nearby gravestone and sat onto the floor, even this completely normal act of sitting, looked different and impressive when he did it. He pulled out a rolled up leather case from his pocket and opened it fully there were many weapons, none of those however could even be described in terms from this, our human world. He pulled out a sword that had been hanging on his belt and placed it so that it was leaning onto his knee, then he began to sharpen it.
      As he worked the moonlight overhead decided  to grace him with its time, and for a while he was in the spotlight. his face held low was lined with concentration, his beautiful eyes were intense and sharp, the whole of this pupil was red surrounded by pure black, they were amazing, these were eyes you could live inside for years and still not know all their secrets, Even when relaxed his muscular body was always in some sort of tense position, always ready for an unexpected attack. His lips were blood red and and beautifuly full they contrasted fantasticaly with his skin that was the purest of White. As he hung his head further over the sword, his long black hair fell infront of his delicate face. The smooth flawless mass cascaded like athe tears of pain from a grieving family, his perfectly straight hair was exceptionaly long and came to a stop somewhere around his lower back.There was no doubting he was beautiful, he had a kind of timeless gothic beauty that not all could appreciate, although those who could, would fall deeply in love.
  He stood gracefully, his long black velvet coat swayed in the breeze. He drew his sword, and brandished  it above his head, visible on the blade was his name, 'Roebein' branded into the metal. It was a strong name, and true to his character. Suddenly he took on one of the invisible army, cutting through the air with ease. His methods of attack and defense were skilled and trained. His thrusts and strikes were precise and smooth. After a few minutes he lowered his sword and panting slightly leant against a grave stone, breathed in the cool night air and drifted into thought. It would be time soon, The one he had been trailing was here, she was vicious, it hadn't been hard to track her down...
    Then just like someone had punched him square in the jaw, he smelt the blood,  "Shes here" he whispered. Roebein collected his weapons and slid his sword back into his belt. The light shone over his face one last time, and his eyes came alive, but, resigned to be a wallflower he declined the moons invitation of the dance and continued through the graveyard towards the alley way.
    "Damn It!" she squealed as she landed on the barbed wire that lined the roof wall of the building, almost invisible in the darkness.The flesh on her leg ripped open spilling out crimson talent. The pain however hardly affected her anymore in her 800 years on earth she'd felt alot worse, like about 700 years ago when she was almost killed in a clean up program of France, It was around the same time she'd picked up her name of Fae. She giggled out loud as she remembered they'd said she had an unatural tone about her, her face was too perfect, out of this world. She wondered as that same face contorted, What they would think of this one. Her two front teeth enlongated until they were almost past her bottom lip. they became sharper and thinner, made to inflict pain. Her forehead sloped lower covering the tops of her eyes. Her whole face became sharper and shadowed.
   The Vampyre called Fae wandered along the the roof of the building and overlooked the alleyway below. The door to a club opened and five people walked out. two men and three women, they were typical enough, they'd had a 'good' night out, a few too many beers and now they were going to experience something amazing and deadly. Fae. She took a deep breath and jumped into the alley way.
    Roebein slinked his way down the streets using his friends the shadows to hide his muscular frame. He reached the mouth of the alleyway in time to hear the shocked screams of humans. Suddenly a man sprinted past him knocking him slightly from the suprise. He regained his balance quickly and decided to wait until the Female Vampyre had started on her first kill before he attacked.
    She hit the floor and quickly rose, the women screamed and typicaly one of the men bolted without even seeing her face. "What the fuck are you?" the remaining man shouted at her, she flashed them an evil grin "Me? i'm Fae and i'm your worst fucking Nightmare", she grabbed the blonde girl closest to her, and yanked her hair quickly to the side, exposing her soft, supple neck, she could see the blood pulsing beneath the skin. "Hey! What are you doing?!" the man yelled trying to be a hero, he started towards Fae, but she took him down with a side kick to the gut, he doubled over in the air and hit the wall with a sickening crack. He stayed on the floor, shocked at her obviously un-natural strength.
   Her attention however never faulted from the girls neck, she raised her fangs and pierced the skin, clamping down harder and harder as the blood came faster, she was in heaven, all her senses came alive as she felt the blood flow into her body. The girl was almost dry when she was rudely hit in the side by a flying dagger, the blade sank deep into her side, but missed any major organs. Her mouth opened and her fangs withdrew from inside the girl, she fell to the floor. Fae screamed in agony and pulled the dagger from her side, she threw it in disgust and looked at her attacker.
   Roebein considered the Vampyre for a moment, she was old, strong and fast, but no different from many others he had faced, and like them there would be no problem killing her.
   "and who may you be" she asked "You're spoiling my fun you bastard", Roebein smiled slightly " Oh Me? i'm your worst fucking nightmare" and with that he jumped and landed a flying kick in her neck, she toppled over and quickly sprang up "you wanna play then do you?" she spat. she ran at him and flipped over and kicked him hard in the stomach he doubled up and pulled her legs from under her before she had chance to land it. He withdrew his sword and swang down at her, she rolled quickly to the side and the blade hit concrete. she performed a forward roll and kicked out his legs, he fell and dropped the sword. she recovered it and held it against his throat where he lay, "Oh i always like being on top" she smirked. "too bad you can't stay there then" he said, fast as he could, he kicked the sword up out of her hands, jumped to his feet and caught the sword on its way to the ground. "Just so you know" he said as she backed away "Game Over" he brought the sword around his back and cut through the air until he hit her throat and cut clean through the bone and muscle tissue, her head fell to the floor and the body followed, the grey of the concrete seemd to seep into her dieing eyes, before she exploded in a cloud of dust.  He sighed and whsipered 'dirty half breed', now that was over his real fun was just about to begin.
   "Is she.... dead?" came the voice of one of the two remaining girls who in the fight had been hidden behind a dumpster. "yes" roebein spoke sharply, he eased his sword back into his belt, and turned to face the women " she most certainly is" "thankyou for saving us, how could we ever repay you?" they asked pleadingly "Oh i can think of a way" Roebein said with a smile. The moonlight once again favoured his frame, darker somehow in the moonlight, his beautiful face staring upwards, Then he finally relaxed all his senses and let it take over, he was no dirty half bred fool, he was pure.. his nails became black and pointed, his teeth changed so that they were as sharp as the sword, the legs of his PVC trousers split at the seams like his jacket and shirt, as his legs swelled up so even more muscle was visible, his body became covered in thick black hair, the nose of his amazing face elongated and his eyes became larger and sank deeper into his head, the smaller nose at the end of his snout became wet, and afterwards he was completely unrecognisable. The girls through Out all of this stood shocked. and with the last of his human voice he said "This is my dance".
The werewolf advanced on its prey as the moon looked on and laughed.