He sat there, his ropes loose over his shoulders. His heart beat with fear. Something had woken the men, the noble. As he sat there his eyes darting from place to place he felt someone breathe out on to his neck. He yelped but there was a hand over his mouth. He tasted the hand, the skin. It was foul and he wanted to spit it out but he knew it was too late. He felt something slide over his neck, it felt like teeth, but these were sharper than any normal teeth. He tried to fight the vampire off but he could not move. Then he felt it, the short pain which was gone moments later. The vampire released him knowing he would not fight. Soon the vampire slid his fangs out and walked away, blending in the shadows and the next moment he was gone. The men lay there dry of blood. He was dead, and there was no stain of blood anywhere. The men lay there dead on his bed. The vampire now outside, looked up. It was about to rain and he smiled. He licked some blood off his lips and walked on. Soon the rain fell, he was soaked in moments. He went into an ally then saw something. It was another human walking in the rain. He smiled and put up his hood. He caught up to the men and slowly he put his hand on his shoulder and jumped. The men screamed but it was muffled as he was thrown onto the roof of a hose. The vampire advanced and fed on him.
As he walked on, His fury radiating. His black robes moved with him, his hood covering his head, covering his face in shadows. He walked on through the night, through the ally’s of the town he was in. He did not care that he was in England; the place where his kind was hunted. The rain fell all around him and soon he saw a man. The men felt he was watched and stopped. He turned to see a figure slowly walking to him through the rain. He saw it was all covered in black cloak hiding whoever it was. He was annoyed and when the figure was before him he talked in an annoyed voice. “May I help you?” he asked and waited. Then he heard a voice that seemed to be all around him. “My name is Shadow, and you will be my dinner this fine evening” he said and then the men that was before him screamed. He sighed and bit his neck. The scream died away and the men went limp. He drank and when done dropped the men and jumped up into the night.

Both vampires met at the inn. The nodded each other greetings and walked into the vampire inn. The inn was called. ‘blood oak inn ’ they walked to the counter and ordered some blood wine, it was wine mixed with blood. They drank and kept looking around. Rumor had it that there was some hunters in the town that were hunting their kind. They sat there then shadow looked to his friend and saw an arrow in his head. He jumped up dropping the glass in his surprise. Then he saw him, a single shadowy figure sitting at a table in the corner. He had a twig in his mouth and a cross bow in his hand; it was aimed at shadow. Shadow jumped and tried to get out but the men shot. The arrow hit him in the leg and he was crippled. The other vampires in the inn all hissed and leaped at the men who drew a sword. It was special; it was made to kill vampires so he cut them down. He then walked to shadow and put the blade to his neck. Shadow tried to get away but the men had put a blade to his neck. It stung his skin but he held still. The man was hit by a vampire who had avoided the death that his brethren got. It tackled the hunter who then pierced its heart with the blade. The vampire hissed then its body turned to ash. The hunter got up and looked for the other vampire, but that one was gone.
PLOT
The world is changing; the once feared vampires were hunted down and killed by hunters who had skills that were needed. Other creatures have fallen but still live. The vampire race is the strongest now, with a race that was thought to be extinct they gained power, but that power brought their down fall. The Queen is weak and corrupted, she has no knowledge of how to rule and so vampires are leaving the order and starting their own. Their enemies the werewolves are still live but are weaker than before with their great pack dead….which had been killed by these hunters. The werewolf’s are trying to regain and start a new great pack which would unite them again. The vampires are the leaders, they stay and fight. Other creatures help them; they are all united against the hunters who have risen in power over the last decade. Half the species that used to roam the night are hiding, fearing for their lives. Many die because they are to scared to go out and hunt so they have no food so they starve. Will anyone be able to save the creatures that roam the night, or will the hunters rid the human world of the creatures?

((to start off))

Shadow walked through the dark streets, his armor hidden under the folds of his cloak was cold against his skin, he was wearing a shirt under but the cold air made it seem as if he was bare chested. He shivered slightly but then saw a horse riding by. He looked into it's eyes and it neighed. He smiled, he still could inspire fear even in animals. He walked on, he had not fed in some time and his hunger burned. His feet clanked as they hit the rocky path that made the street, houses all around, it made him dizzy, he was used to the wild but he needed to hide, and what better place then right were the hunters are, they would never expect it....or so he hoped. He walked on then stopped and sat down by a building. He shook his head. "What am i doing? the world is changing, we are all dead anyway with the hunters all around..." he said sadly then a hatred tgook over his mind and heart; He took a deep breath then he was gone from that spot and was on the roof of the same building. He gave a hiss and jumped from roof to roof

Artemis pulled her her thin cloak around her, surveying the streets with a sharp eye. She kept her hands on her hips, in easy position to grab her weapons if nessesary. She heard a sound above her and her head snapped up, looking to the roofs for what had caused the noise. Fear gripped her momentarily as she shrunk into the shadows, watching the roof. She hadn't thought it likely to find any monsters here, too many hunters. But she took a chance and seemed to have found her fight for the night.

As he leaped over an ally he saw something move into the shadows. He smiled. 'So prey i find....to bad i'll have to kill tonight' He thought and then he was on the other roof. He did not leap to the next one but moved quickly down into the ally, he was sure he would be unseen but he could never be sure

Her eyes shifted from the roof to up and down the street. She saw no motion, so, with her hands gripping her knives a little tighter, she continued walking. She was more on alert now, her steps were nearly silent and she kept a sharp ear for any more sounds. If there had been something on the roof besides an animal, she would be ready for it.

He then was before her smiling. He had cut himself on his stomach and he hid his fangs as he fell on to his knees, he played his part perfectly. He gave out a groan of pain which seemed real and then collapsed at her feet

She backed up for a moment, surprised by the sudden apperance of him and the blood as well. One hand stayed hidden on a knife as she kneeled next to him, her face betraying the worry she suddenly felt. "What happened?" she asked, her voice low.

He closed his eyes. "out of no where, it came...' he said and coughed out blood. This was new, he surprised himself with it. '
What the heck?' He thought to himself, maybe something really was wrong, but it was to late to heal himself now, at least he blood would soon enough

"We should get you somewhere safe," she said softly. "In case it comes back." She leaned over his chest, looking at the cut across his chest. "You think you can move?"

He nodded and sprang at her neck, or tried to. He could not feel his hands, and to his horror he realized he was imobile for his legs could not be felt either. He gasped in surprise. "No...." he said loudly, his voice breaking as he realized his peril. He hissed at her, his fangs flashing but he knew he would be unable to defend himself.

On instinct, her hidden hand whipped out the knife as soon as she felt him spring. As he gasped, she pressed the knife against his neck. She swore at herself, she hadn't been careful. "Tricky son of a.." she growled. "This isn't how you planned it, was it?" she asked a little cockily.

He hissed at her again. 'kill me human"
he said in the hiss, the sound echoed throughout the ally slightly.

She smirked. "You would like that, wouldn't you. Or I could leave you for the sun to find you," she offered. "Scum like you deserve it."

He smiled. 'Oh but im spacial that way, the sun will not work on my like on my breatheren...i just had human blood last night, boy am i glad the guy lived...' he said and stopped talking, he almost gave away some vital info

"He lived...?" she breathed, unable to stop herself. "You let a victim live? What kind of vampire are you?"