50 Shades of Nyctophilia-Under Construction-

The lingering light was obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The usual canopy of luminous stars that materialized amongst the ocean of utter blackness could not be seen on that particular stormy night. The blue moon illuminated the tenebrous, cloud-filled sky as if the heavens knew the events that were to come were not to be celebrated in the cacophony of beauty the stars provided. As the main event grew nearer so did the climax of the storm; it steadily built up to a thunderous deluge, so loud that the cheers from the audience were drowned with the sound of the screaming wind. The trees of the surrounding forest no longer swayed aimlessly but creaked, bended and moaned as their fine limbs are ripped away and their leaves became not confetti, but ammunition.
"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, Vampires and werewolves of all walks of life, I introduce the Black Death versus a new member here at the arena!" With that simple introduction, the crowd of both passionate vampires and aggressive werewolves overpowered the sound of the storm, welcoming the favorite and the newcomer. The vampire known as the Black Death, was clad in black armor prominent of a werewolf hunter; while the newcomer appeared to be an Alpha of copper fur. Immediately, the fight began, saving themselves of useless formalities until the end of the long awaited battle. The Black Death charged with a notorious growl, towards the rather unique opponent. His menacing eyes were a blazing gold and the dark setting made the rest of his features indistinguishable. With a long glance at the golden orbs, the fighting vampire was propelled into a painful cringe-inflicting vision causing him to collapse and remove his helmet to clutch his head in poor attempts to recover. However, the werewolf, unaware of his affect on his opponent, lunged himself at him; revealing the always hidden face of the legendary Black Death.
"Is that P-Princess Trandafir..?!"