In Dawn of Night, beneath the pale glaze of the moon, two pairs of vampires moved silently through the forest, tracking a lone deer. Slowly, methodically, they closed in—until one leapt forward, snapping its neck with a swift motion. Moments later, they crouched over the fallen creature, draining it completely of blood.
The male vampire wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his expression twisting in disgust.
"How did we sink this low?" he muttered, sneering at the carcass. "We're vampires, damn it—we should be feeding on humans."
With a scowl, he kicked the lifeless deer at his feet.
"I've told you, there are hunters in town," the female replied sharply. Glancing up at the full moon, unease flickered in her eyes. "And we shouldn't be out during a full moon."
He scoffed, baring his fangs. "Why the hell should we fear the moon—or those hunters? We're stronger, faster… and I move things with my damn mind!"
She sighed, smacking her hand against her forehead. This is what I get for turning him—someone arrogant and full of himself.
Yet again, it was her fault—at least partly—for not warning him about the dangers that came with their kind.
"Listen… there's something I need to tell you—"
A sharp crack echoed through the woods as a branch snapped nearby, cutting her off. Both vampires turned toward the sound.
The male stood his ground, unfazed and cocky. But the female, more experienced and well-versed in the old knowledge, froze with a rising sense of dread.
A pair of glowing red eyes stared at them from the darkness, filled with murderous intent.
"Run!" she screamed, bolting into the forest with supernatural speed.
But he didn't move.
He smirked, stepping forward. "I'm a vampire, motherfucker! Come fight me, I dare you!"
Stepping into the moonlight, a towering beast emerged, standing 10 feet tall, covered in coarse black fur, with claws like daggers gleaming in the pale light.
"Wait… what the fuck—" the vampire stammered, his bravado crumbling.
Its sharp teeth glinted in the moonlight as it ran its tongue slowly across its lips.
The vampire instinctively took a step back, thrusting out his hand, releasing a surge of psychic force toward the beast. Rocks trembled and shifted beneath its feet… but the beast didn't even flinch.
The vampire let out a panicked scream. "Aaaaahhhh—!"
Without a second to react, the beast lunged, tearing him apart.
His body shattered, started dissolving into the air like vapor, rising toward the moon above… vanishing to the unknown.
The beast's blood-red gaze shifted to the fleeing female. A wicked grin stretched across its face as the power of the full moon surged through its veins.
"Shit, shit—I knew coming here was a terrible idea," she muttered, panic rising in her chest. And now her sire… This is what she got for not warning him about the dangers of the full moon.
She glanced over her shoulder. In the distance, the beast was closing in—fast. Much faster than she could ever run.
She didn't make it far.
The werewolf caught up, its claws tearing through her chest. She looked down in horror, blood staining her hands. Then, with a savage growl, the beast lunged forward and bit her head clean off. Her body shattered into a storm of ashes, carried away by the wind.
The werewolf gave a savage shake, blood dripping from its jaws, and let out a chilling howl.
The sound echoed across Beacon Hills, a haunting warning to all—this town was now its hunting ground.