Fur and Fangs

Elphaba snarled and grunted angrily, her green hackles raised. There was a vampire on her territory. She could smell it. She threw her emerald head back and howled, long and loud, calling her pack to come to her. Sadly, though, the vampire managed to escape the pack before it could be brought to justice for its crime of trespassing on werewolf territory.

"Curses! We'll get the nasty, bloodsucking coward later!" Elphaba snarled, clawing the ground as the scent of the vampire lead them right to the border line. The little monster had managed to escape into safety this time, but Elphaba swore that this would not always be the case. It was clear that the green werewolf was mad to have lost her kill, but since none of the wolves dared cross into vampire territory, they were all forced to retreat.

Glinda gasped in relief as she stumbled back into the castle that she called a home.

"Glinda?" two voices, Larena and Highmuster, called out to her the moment she staggered through the door. They caught sight of how tired and she looked and were on guard at once, demanding to know what was wrong.

"Werewolves," Glinda replied angrily. "Those flea-bitten, slobber-having, savages!"

"Werewolves? Where?" Larena demanded at once. She extended her fangs on reflex alone as she thought about those stinky, nasty monsters anywhere near her daughter. "When?"

"When I was coming back home!" Glinda replied. "Just now!"

"And are they still following you? What happened?" Highmuster was just as angry and protective as his wife.

"No, they gave up as soon as I crossed our territory lines," Glinda said, finally recovering from her mad dash home.

"Wait, what?!" Larena and Highmuster's anger turned into surprise at once. "Crossed the territory lines?" Too late did Glinda realize what she had said. For the next few minutes after that, she got grilled by her parents. Hard.

"Glinda! Honey! We've talked about this! You can't keep short-cutting through werewolf territory!" Larena chastised.

"Yes! The fur and fangs are in a very delicate truce right now and it is only because we both mark our borders daily that nothing has happened yet! You can't keep just crossing over for convenience sake, or you might end up starting a war!" Highmuster agreed.

This accusation might've been a bit extreme, but the sentiment was correct. Werewolves and vampires had been enemies for a long time coming and it was only within the past decade or so that any sort of peace had been established at all. While Glinda's actions may not start a full-on war, flirting with danger like that was definitely far from a good idea.

"I know, I know," the little blond vampire promised, heaving a sigh. And she did. She understood where her parents' concern was coming from, but even so, she had to admit that she found it all a bit excessive. She hadn't been trying to start anything or prove a point or flirt with danger! She had only wanted to come home because she'd spent so much time and energy hunting for fresh blood and she just wanted to get back to safety before the sun came up! True, maybe short-cutting through the werewolf territory had been unwise of her, but she had only done it because she wanted to get home as fast as possible. She hadn't had any ill intentions! But her parents' fears weren't unfounded. She couldn't deny that.

"It won't happen again," the young vampire promised again, bowing her head slightly to display at least a little bit of shame. Since this was all Larena and Highmuster could really hope for, they were forced to let the issue drop. For then...

About five years later, Elphaba and Glinda both became of age to attend university. They, through chance alone, both chose the same school: Shiz. Because they were monsters, though, they had nearly been denied a spot within the school, but under the condition that they would hide their conditions, they were given the chance to attend. From then on, they were official Shiz students. But the coincidences did not stop there. Through mere change alone, the two girls ended up becoming roommates. The hatred between them was instantaneous. From day one, the two despised each other and were constantly at each other's throats. It was almost uncanny, watching the hatred between the fur and fangs spring up so quickly, yet the loathing between the two girls was not at all species-based. After all, how could it be? Because of Shiz's policy about keeping a monster identity under wraps, neither Elphaba nor Glinda had any clue about the truth behind her roommate's identity. But even if the loathing was not some sort of naturalized "fur and fangs" rivalry, it was still a powerful loathing nonetheless. They were always fighting about something!