Tooth or Claw

Prologue

"Victory!" The fuhrer rushed to his beloved's side, taking up her hand and holding it tight. Victory Beau Pre lay on her death bed, blood dripping from her neck, staining the fine material below her.

The woman slowly turned her neck to the man desperately clutching her hand that was drained from all colour. Her eyes showed remorse beyond compare. "My love..." the woman's voice was soft and velvety, but her words stern. She took a deep breath, still staring in her lover's eyes. "Adolph... stay away from me. I know not of what is to come."

The man, knowing of what she meant, didn't recall his grip, but instead came closer, not listening to the warning of his lover. Bringing her delicate hand to his chest. "My sweet little vampire..." the man breathed, delicately and gently to the ailing woman. With a shaking hand, he tucks a wavy, ash blonde strand behind her ear, out of her ghost-white face.

Victory's eyes turned scarlet with pain and a look came over her the man had never seen on her usually bright and cheerful face. "Adolf..." Victory began quietly, in a delicate whisper. "Promise me... promise me, Adolph... that you will not..." The gleam in her eyes faded, and she became motionless as her last breath excepted her. Her eyes were still fixed on her lover, but there was nothing behind them except emptiness.

​ The man slowly lets go of his grip on her hand, and it falls down, limp. In shock, he doesn't say a word, still watching his beloved's motionless body. The fuhrer, still watching her, rises from his kneeling position. Quietly, saying only to the lifeless body, he vows, "I, Adolf Hitler, swear, that I will not rest until you, Victory Beau Pre, have been avenged."

And so, in 1940, a war began that would thus shape all generations to come.

It was not the Jews, though, as historians believe. It was the Vrykolakas, the Vampires, he swore revenge on that dreadful and horrid day.