Bloody Tears

Testing the Waters

He started walking through the woods, not caring about anything anymore. His gold eyes flickered in the darkness, reflecting a blood red moon. His thirst was growing; he knew he had to get away from the town before his thirst got too big to manage. A lone werewolf howled close by; he flinched.

The bushes next to him began to rustle, and he stepped away cautiously, knowing he could probably take down whatever jumped at him. Holding his breath, he slowly began to creep backwards, to avoid danger for the other.

A large werewolf jumped out at him from the bush; he reared loudly and the small vampire below him screamed, not expecting the werewolf to be so tall and ripped. The large werewolf looked at the vampire with concern, then ran off for a moment, returning seconds later. He had returned with two humans who had been knocked out... or possibly killed. The werewolf set the humans in front of the vampire as a peace offering of sorts. The smaller male's stomach growled at the sight.

The vampire, wondering why the hot, ripped – AHEM. Wondering why a werewolf of all things, would help him, cautiously moved forward to take the peace offering.

The werewolf then proceeded to sit back on his hind legs and watch the vampire as he sucked the two humans dry of blood. The vampire looked up, his whole face covered in blood, and the werewolf smiled at him. The vampire blushed, adding to the red on his face, not knowing what to make of this situation. He ran his bloody fingers through his coal black hair, leaving his hair to look greasy and gooey in some parts. He smiled at the werewolf and walked towards him. The werewolf's ears perked up and he braced, just in case, as the vampire's hand met his head. The vampire patted the werewolf on the head, then turned towards the town, his thirst had been fulfilled.