Greg x Vlad

Chapter 1

There he was, in the dead of night. He had stumbled apon this world on accident when a taxi driver was attempting to bring him home. So as he crept through the woods, he couldnt help but wonder, "what reason would the universe bring me here for?" As he was deep in thought he came across a trailer home. With strange signs littered around, warning to be careful, he decided to take his chances and explore. "What could even happen," he thought, "I'm immortal. I doubt whatevers here can hurt me." With such confidence, he proudly strutted to the door of the trailer. He knocked. Then again. Then again. No response. He knocked once more. Still dead silent. He had gotten tired of knocking. He was hungry. Ravonus even. He needed something, or someone, to drink. So he opened the door with suprising ease. Looking around inside, he found quite normal looking furniture. Bookshelf, table, fridge and oven, large dog bed, human bed. Nothing looked out of place. But more importantly, no one was in the place. He sighed, turning to leave the desolit home when he suddenly heard growling. Loud growling. Like some animal was in pain or fighting. So he went outside, suprised to find two werewolves duking it out. Them shouting at eachother in barks and howls. He is mesmerized by it. Sure, he had seen and been in many vampire fights before, but none of those could compare to this. This was messy. Exciting. New. They played dirty and werent afraid of pulling fur or breaking claws. It was so invigorating. He wanted in on the action. To be in the pain. To do something new. This is why he was here. To find something to do with his immortal life. As soon as he stepped foward the fight dissapatted and he stood with the victor alone. He was in awe. This werewolf had won that enthrolling battle and was standing as if they werent in pain. As if they didnt just take down a huge bolder of a person with one fell swoop. He was impressed. Even though he had defeated many opponets in his years, this was impressive as all get out. He even started clapping without thinking. The werewolf, startled, turns and barks out, "YOU! GET OUT OF HERE NOW."
"But you must tell me how you trained for this battle, I mean I may be a master vampire but even I cant take down an opponent as swiftly as you can." He exclaimed
"OH? LIKE HOW I FIGHT? LEMME GIVE YOU A FRONT ROW TICKET TO THIS NEXT FIGHT!"
The werewolf quickly grabed him and thrw him to the ground. Pulling hair and punching faces. He barely makes it out of the fight without broken bones.
"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM BUDDY??" He shouts
"MY PROBLEM? ITS YOU VAMPIRE SCUM." The werewolf growls back
"NOW, GET. OUT."
He quickly runs and grabs a taxi back to Forgotton Hollow. Whoever that was, they were not pleasent.