Blood Love and Werewolves

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Anthony's PoV

Vampires. Their the reason my biological father is dead, and now I don't have a father. Vampires, even the name is disgusting. I. Hate. Vampires.

17 years ago.

"Honey, I have something to tell you."

Linda said excitedly. The man she loved was not who imprinted on her or who she had imprinted on. But they loved each other. "Coming dear!"

Yelled Dave (He is the man Linda loves.). Linda was so excited to tell Dave that she was pregnant with Anthony that she was about to just yell it to the world. She didn't care who knew.

Dave came crashing down the street from his work training new wolves. He thought something had gone wrong, "What's wrong? Is someone hurt?"

Linda shook her head furiously, "No. It great news. Come in the house and i'll tell you."

Dave obediently came into their house and sat down on the sofa. Linda rushed to the kitchen to make a drink for Dave. Ya, know to make the medicine go down. "Really, if its good news why can't you just tell me after work? Just to surprise me."

Linda knew this was a great idea so she agreed.

A few hours later when Dave didn't come home she began to worry. Linda walked down the side of the road to see what was going on. She came to the woods and walked on into the forested green array. Knowing the way to a clearing she stopped dead in her tracks when it started to rain. Or so she thought. This wasn't just any kind of rain. It was hot, thick, and she could choke herself on it. The metallic taste in her mouth confirmed her nightmare. This was blood rain.

Vampires by the hundreds were attacking the new wolves camp that her husband was in. She tried to run to him but was unable to because her entire body had gone numb. She fell to the ground and landed on her back. Linda, being the smart woman she is, took some blood and made herself look dead just before about 30 vampires came round the corner and saw her. They thought she was dead so they continued on their way.

Linda knew Dave was dead because when it was all over she looked through the camp. All she found was a note written by Dave. It said:

Dear Linda,

Linda I know about you carrying our child. I just want you to know that. I knew this attack was coming, but I didn't know when. I'd rather it seem more dramatic with this letter than for you to think 'well at least I told him about his son' because that would be terrible for me.

Love,

Dave Alec Basted

Present time

I just had to get them back for that.