She was an ancient vampire, the one she loved? Well, she was a werewolf. They knew their love was, technically, forbidden due to ancient rules. Werewolves and vampires did not stay together like that. But they didn't care. They took precautions, and they were in love. -- Fighting Fit
Children of the night... what complicated drama they make.
Under the light of stars, a wolf runs, and a bat flits through the sky. This would not seem out of the ordinary even if the hypothetical observer noticed that they were headed in the same direction. Or, for that matter, keeping pace with each other. It would take a truly observant hypothetical spectator to notice that they both exchanged looks as they made their way through the dark wilds.
All the way to a secret, secluded place where few could go and, as far as they knew, none could follow.
The bat turned an odd somersault, and landed as a Vampire woman. The wolf, close behind, stretched into a hirsute, slightly scruffy wolf-woman. Both young, or seeming to be so. They embraced and kissed as if they hadn't seen each other in years, and never expected to see each other again.
"It's been too long," whispered the werewolf.
"Three nights of solitude is agony," agreed the vampire. "Every night, I seek the patterns of your pelt. Every dawn I ache when I didn't find you."
"My pack says they want to move ranges. The hunting is poor near your mansion. They want to find somewhere with richer diversity. Fatter flocks. Somewhere far away." Tears spilled. "I won't be able to stand it. I won't be able to live without seeing you. Oh my Vertania... what will we do?"
Vertania indulged herself with a deep kiss, running her hands over her lover's fuzzy body. She didn't need to breathe, but let her girlfriend break for air. "I know ways you could vanish from your pack. You could stay and hunt with me. Side by side. Without your family in the way, we could feast without fear. You'd never need to roll in village offcasts again."
Returning to the pack stinking of civilisation was a far better option than doing so with the scent of a vampire in her fur. They both knew it. The fear of discovery ruled their nights.
"You can hide me from them? Stop them tracking me down? Guaranteed?"
"There's several ways, Lula-my-love. An underwater passage near the falls, some of your hair on a macerated wolf body. A devoured carcass and the scent of bears. Taking your trail to a road where I pick you up in a truck and drive you home. The trick is to make sure they don't think of looking for you, because they believe you're already lost."
"Romeo and Juliet," sighed Lula. "Only without the tragedy." They kissed again. "I can spend four nights away before they start looking for me. Can I spend two of them at your place while we plan?"
"Certainly, Lula-my-love," cooed Vertania.
Such a pity they had a spat about the loving portraits of five generations' worth of werewolf girlfriends before Lula.
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