Immortals

One

Michael
"Can I go out Dad?" I asked dad who sat at his throne, he stared at me with his piercing red eyes, the color of blood. It's weird my eyes are a greenish gray whilst my father's are blood red, like most vampires. "Michael, you know you aren't allowed to leave the palace." Dad sighed in his hollow deep voice.  "But, I'm 2,350 years old!" I groaned, "There are dangers out there young man." He scolded. "What dangers?" I scoffed, "Goblins, fairies, nymphs, and werewolves. Just a few of millions." He listed and I sighed,  knowing I will lose this fight so I went back to my room, flopping down on my bed. I looked at my clock, 12:50. I could always sneak out after awhile. I waited until the numbers on my clock changed to 2:30 am, then I put on my black leather jacket and retracted my fangs to make sure they were visible. I opened my bedroom window and looked at the drop, about 500 feet. Eh, whatever.  I jumped down and I did a combat roll as I hit the ground, sparing any bones from breaking. My tummy growled loudly and I blushed a dark red, knowing it echoed through the silent woods. I ran into the woods and looked around for something to bite on, preferably a human but an animal would suffice. After about an hour, I found nothing! NOTHING! I stopped at a tree to catch my breath, the growls my tummy made were getting louder and I was feeling nauseous, a small headache eating at me now. A blurr of black and gray flew by a couple feet infront of me, I huffed and ran after it. But, I stopped after a little because I was feeling faint, my vision spun and I fell backwards, my breathing got heavy and fast then everything went black.

Calum
I ran through the woods as a wolf, knowing I could get around quicker as one. I saw a pale boy leaning against a tree, he had bright red hair and wore a black leather jacket,  he was panting hard and I could hear his stomach growl loudly. He looked up and started racing towards me so I quickened my pace, not wanting to be caught. I stopped and looked behind me, not seeing him anymore,  I laid on my side and waited to become a person again, I opened my eyes and I was back. I stood up on two feet this time and started walking back home, but I saw the boy from earlier just laying on the grass, out cold. I bent down next to him and felt his pulse, it was slower than a normal for any teenager. His mouth was slightly open and I saw them,  two pearly white razor sharp fangs. Then, I realized who the kid was; it was the king's son, Michael. What do I do? I'm dead meat if I bring him home! I picked him up bridalstyle and walked to the only place I knew where vampires and werewolves could be in the same place at the same time.