THE LAST WOLF STANDING.

🕔:THE UGLY SIDE OF A ROSE

                       Ruby's diary.
'Enemies are the shadows to our light. They hide the very thing we need to survive . They tear us apart in ways we can barely imagine without a second thought. Pain, tears, blood lost in times of battle as they silence our voices. When there no longer is any light that held on so dear, when the candle depletes, you have to turn to darkness and be the very shadow and hide their light so that their shadows cannot be formed. Tonight is the beginning of the wrecking . Let all in the mouse trap await, smile and interact, let them tell you their secrets then use that to break them apart as you remind them of the pain you felt when they shattered you into a million pieces. Life is a game only played well by those whose minds are presumed to be broken.'

"Ruby are you done? She is surely taking her sweet time, we are about to start." Complains Dean holding himself from barging into his sister's room and dragging her out. "Take your ass to the door I am not ready." "Why can't women take a minute to prepare. Might as well join the party when it is at it's end." "Might as well do. I didn't want this stupid party BTW. Someone insisted despite my very many nooooo, so that someone shall also wait like the good little boy he is." That was clearly a promise of knock again and I shall have your hand deep fried for the guest to enjoy. Without further complaints he does as rudely requested and joins his brother down stairs still fixing his mask. The masquerade themed party was coloured in black and gold, classical colours used in contradiction yet befitting, the gold a reflection of light and the black a reflection of the darkness. What better colours to use for a party made for snakes and demons pretending to be humane.

"Open the flood gates. Our guests must be waiting." Mick commands the officers at the gate by use of a small manageable walkie talkie that can easily fit in his trouser pockets in case of an emergency. Upon his requests the two large golden gate was automatically opened and  in comes a number of guests from all four corners of the town. Rich, richer, richest was the order of the invited as they get out of their vehicles dressed in elegant satin or silk, fur or cotton, all expensive tastes. The beauty of each guest was extraordinary matching their masks and dresses hiding the faces behind. By the door the hosts stand hands stretched taking in those of their own acquainting each other after a quick polished 'you're welcome'. A glass of champagne for each one that can drink offered by well dressed matching black and gold catering  staff, how wonderful. Truly the two men had gone for a party of the year theme. Dean and Mick stood by the door welcoming each person, husband, wife, son, daughter making sure to track the auras of each with their spelled masks and boy oh boy were they in for a journey.
This was truly the goddamn headquarters of their enemies territories. "The mother land of all born in darkness." "We can't kill this many." "We can try."

Dean could see the auras of each passing guest and there was plenty of blue symbolizing vampires to go around a couple of purples meaning witches and others had no aura stating that they are human. Judging by the numbers they knew they were at the heart of the breed they detest. "What do you mean try? We are out numbered it will be like killing mosquitoes with a newspaper." Implies Mick still shocked by the numbers."It may take time but just like the dinosaurs they shall be wiped out eventually." Assured Dean though he himself could feel his heart was filling with doubt. "It took meteors to finish an entire species." "Stop tucking your tail between your legs. They fear us more than we do them. If I need to be transformed into a meteor to destroy them so shall it be for now how do you like your champagne?" "Dry if that was possible." "Bubbles it is."