Vampire

As I sit perched on top a building, wind whipping at my hair that fell half way down my back. Jet-black strands obscuring my face. My figure lit by moonlight my white skin contrasted my hair and features, the rain falling around us. Eyes dark and full of secretes, for know one knows what I sees every day. Watching the people go by under me no clue that I’m here. Safely hidden by the cover of night and only exposing myself if required. The object of this life, be the hunter, not the hunted.

Guns pressing my hips, and a sword to my back, armed for the fight that has been played out for over 200 years. A cursed time where once people of allies became enemies. A war between two dominant species. Vampires and Werewolves.

Fangs to blood red lips defending my only home and hunting down the werewolves to protect our kind. My heart beating wildly as I wait for the signal for it to begin. The time when I can let loose and kill them, to free myself and live knowing I was in the right.

Another vampire perched on the opposite roof, keeping constant observation over the layer. We line the rooftops and man the houses around this place. With everyone in position waiting for the moment when they let their guard down so we can begin.

When sooner than expected he gives the signal. A point in my direction means it was time. “Holy shit its time” I thought to myself. Taking a deep breath passing the signal on and ready myself. “3..2..1..” here goes. Jumping from the edge of the building grabbing my guns from my side I start shooting down at the werewolves silver nitrate filling their bloodstream and at once I see them collapse on the ground. As I land I take shelter from on coming fire behind a rock. As others like me jump down around me. Its time.

Suddenly we get up and press forward taking down these beasts, watching them fall like flies around us, they are no match for the bullets. Making sure its safe round the corner I give the signal and we like before make our way though the bodies being shot at I am hit in the shoulder but the adrenalin that’s kicked in I don’t feel a thing until finally reach our target. The elder of them. Siren.

She had given life to all her minions, all praising her and give their life for her survival. She and other elders are the ones that keep their race alive. They are the key to their downfall.