*Isabel's POV*
The cold wind whipped my hair around my face painfully as though it was a whip as I flew across a flowery meadow, smiling slightly as the moonlight turned my already pale skin snowy white and my breath a milky color every time I panted. I ran at a speed that made everything slightly blur, but I didn't mind. I had no destination I wanted to head to in particular.
I just had to get away. I hate feeding in groups. I hate the feeling of the blood I was indulging in being sucked away by another vampire. I like taking my time and allowing my victim to come to terms with their end, not greedily slurping away their life just because I'd go hungry otherwise. Well...at least most times.
I braced myself for the woods as more trees began appearing and the beautiful meadow I was currently in began to disappear. I was quite a few miles off, but if I didn't start slowing now, I'd miss my chance to look back and say goodbye to the beautiful, grassy plain I enjoyed running through so much. But something was off.
I smelt an unfamiliar scent off in the distance and my venomy blood boiled. I'm not sure why, but I instantly got the feeling whatever was causing the scent was my enemy. In fact, I felt so much rage at its presence, that my body froze in place.
My nostrils flared and I hissed a warning out to whatever was near, making sure my fangs was clearly visible. The enemy drew closer and closer to me and I found myself filled with more hatred and anger every passing second. My body instantly crouched into a hunter's crouch as I bared my fangs and hooked my fingers like claws and let out a low, deep growl in the back of my throat to scare the strange thing away.
I heard the leaves rustle a few miles away and my eyes immediately focused on a large wolf. No. Not a wolf. This was much too big. I felt my body go wild with rage as I recognized the vile animal glaring at me.
It was a fucking werewolf....
*Gabriel's POV*
The midnight light of the full-moon shined brightly on the little forest trail. The cool wind ruffled my midnight black hair, getting colder by the second. Small limbs sprouting out of the lower parts of the trees were smacking my body causing me to go numb.
It didn't bother me though. I've always liked the cold because it made me feel more human.
I stopped in the middle of the small trail that I was walking on and sniffed the air for any unknown scents. I didn't get a scent of anything new and everything looked okay so I quickly stripped out of my clothes. After setting them in a neatly folded pile on the side of the trail I shifted into my midnight black wolf.
No sooner than I completed the shift, I was running at high speed through the forest. My heightened senses helped me to dodge fallen trees and large hanging limbs.
As I ran through the woods I could see the meadow a few miles off. I picked up speed and everything passed by in a blur, but I didn't care. I was coming up to my desired destination and that's all I was focused on... The meadow.
The scent of something that caused my fur to stand on end filled my nose. The smell alone caused my blood to boil, my canines to extend, and my claws to elongate.
I don't know how I knew, but whatever the scent was coming from was my enemy. I pushed myself harder as the scent drew closer and closer. My breathing was becoming labored and my legs burned, but the rage was pushing me to keep going. My ears picked up a small snake-like warning hiss, but I pursued.
The meadow was getting closer and closer and the scent was getting stronger. I jumped out of the bushes and just beyond the tree-line of the meadow. The smell of vanilla and death invaded my nostrils at first, but was soon replaced with the heavenly smell of honey and almonds.
There was a girl. No. Not a normal human girl. The elongated fangs and the deadly hisses prove otherwise. My nostrils flared and a low, deadly growl escaped my lips as I recognized what this abomination that was glaring at me was.
It's a goddamned vampire.
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