Just a warning: this story is not about sparkly vampires or werewolves that don't possess tops; this story is about the real werewolves you tear out the windpipe of their victims and use it to beat the bloody corpse.
This story is about REAL vampires that feast on humans, kill random things and don't turn into disco balls in sunlight.
If you are a twilight fanatic, I warn you, this story is not about a girls choice between necrophilia and beastiality, this story is about death and horror.
Anyways, if I haven't put you off, on with the story.
