#YOLO

"How did I end up with an ancient for crying out loud.."
James' eyebrow twitched for a moment when the young werewolf said that. It wasn't as if hé was liking this situation. But the killing of each other had to be stopped. This way there would be no werewolves or vampires left, the way they went at each other. The humans would then win.. and he for one did not want that. At night the vampires sneaked into the wolves' camps, at daylight werewolves murdered the undead while they were still asleep in their coffins. The werewolf he had made an alliance with was called Damiën. It had to be his human adaptation name though, wolves had these strange names natively. Damiën was still young, had to be in his early thirties, and full of life. James couldn't remember the last time he was like that. Probably before he was turned. And god, who knew how long ago that had been.

James followed the young werewolf as they circled around the building, trying to find a good entrance. Coming in through the door was a bad idea. There could be traps.
"So where were the young wolves kept?" Damiën whispered as he looked at a window they might be able to crawl through.
"I don't know," James replied, "I just heard they were here."
They didn't even have a plan. How they were going to save the werewolves and vampires.. well.. For starters they tried to snatch all victims from the other's hands, and try to persuade their comrades to stop attacking one another. It wasn't a permanent plan, but at least they could save some of their kind. And hopefully even succesfully convince some.
"We'll go through the window, you got that super jumping power right?"
James frowned. Super jumping power? Damiën just looked at him with a pair of golden puppy eyes, completely serious. James sighed and kneeled down to the ground, one hand placed on the grass. Within a split-second, he launched himself from the floor and climbed through the open window.

Open window.. This seemed too easy, way too easy. Some of his family wasn't as bright as the rest, but the general intelligence of the vampires was one to be reckoned with. This didn't seem right. Nonetheless he reached out his pale arm to the impatient wolf waiting below. The young one put his foot on the wall, reached out to him and James pulled him up with some difficulty. He then let go once Damiën's hands were on the windowsill. He turned around, let his pale-blue eyes scan through the room. Empty.
"You prick!"
James looked over his shoulder with raised eyebrows. The werewolf was pulling himself through the window, one leg still outside. He was clearly having trouble getting up.
"Why couldn't you just pull me up the entire way?"
"I thought you wolves had great strength," James simply mumbled, his eyes narrowed.
He turned to the room again and stepped forward, leaving the other softly complaining. It really was empty. Maybe they were downstairs? He crouched down, touching the floor with his fingers and focussing on the wooden planks. There seemed to be bloodstains.

"What?" Damiën asked rather loudly as he shrugged.
"Shut up you idiot," James hissed.
It was a trap, it was all a trap. The opened window and lack of security around the building.. now the bloodstains. The young wolves had been dragged downstairs. Why? He didn't know. But it was clear to him now that it was a trap. He looked around in a desperate attempt to see if anyone was there, but it was empty. Maybe they could still get away. He wasn't going to risk his undead life for a trap. Without outing another word he turned around and walked towards the window.
"Wait what are you doing?"
"We need to get out wolf, it's a trap."
"What do you mean a tr-"
"Well well, where are we going mister Strife?"
James turned around in shock, as did Damiën. They looked straight at a short blonde man, seeming to be in his mid-twenties. James knew him all too well.
"Step away from the window mister Strife. You wouldn't want the little puppies downstairs getting killed, now would you?"

The man's voice was as cold as ice, but two could play that game.
"See if I care," James replied, "wolfboy come on, hurry."
But the werewolf seemed frozen, staring at the other vampire with big eyes. James cursed softly. If he had to leave him behind, he would. He wasn't going to let the boy's idiocy take him down. But for some reason, he was still not outside.. Why? Before he could gather his thoughts, the other vampire had moved to the window and pushed James away.
"You're not going anywhere now, traitor."
James snarled, but was quickly pushed to the ground by the other. If only he had drunk before they got there.. But he was an idiot. He thought he'd be fine for another couple of hours. He normally was the strongest vampire around in that area, but right now.. he felt rather weak.
"Richard!" he yelled with a hoarse voice.
But Richard wouldn't budge. James' eyes went to Damiën, who only now seemed to snap out of his frozen state of mind and charged at the blonde vampire on top of James. And then the werewolves' giant strength was clear. With simply a charged push Damiën launched Richard to the wall, leaving a dent in the cement as the man stepped forward with confusion.

James looked at the dented wall in amazement. Not bad. He'd battled the wolves before, killed quite a number of them but.. he never really had the time to witness their combat strength. But there was no time to waste on compliments. Richard wiped some blonde hair out of his face and grinned.
"Well well then," Richard eyes shifted to James. "You're that weak that you let the puppy defend you?"
James got up and showed his teeth. He was pissed. But he hadn't drunk in a while now, and it was showing.
"Or could it be.. you haven't drinked? Must be.. because normally you'd win, wouldn't you?"
Damiën looked over his shoulder to James who was absently staring in the direction of the other vampire. The black-haired man was sweating. He could hear Damiën's blood pulsating, flowing. He could almost taste it. Richard clearly noticed this, outing a small laugh.

Two broad gentlemen walked into the room, also known to James. They wouldn't stand a chance at all anymore, unless.. His widened eyes focused on the only living living creature present. His strength was immense, but could it match up to three vampires? He cursed softly. No, it wouldn't be.
"Hey buddy how about you just give us the cubs and we're outta here?" Damiën proposed with confidence.
Richard frowned. "You're the enemy, and he," he pointed to James, "is now an enemy too."
The two other vampires walked towards James and stopped when they were only inches apart. James bared his teeth, which resulted in him getting kicked in the stomach. Another kick followed, another and another.
"Stop it you dicks!" he faintly heard Damiën yell.

An immense growl then followed. What happened then.. felt like only seconds. James got pushed back from the other two and heard a loud screech from what could only be a vampire. He raised himself up and looked. A giant wolf stood in the middle of the room, lightbrown fur and bloodshot eyes. He was huge.. His claws were ripping apart one of the enemies, piece by piece. For a moment James felt like throwing up. Parts of the vampire flew across the room, and when there were no more screams, the wolf growled again, louder than before. All vampires fell silent, taken aback by the brute force of one simple werewolf. But Richard.. wasn't going down this easily, apparently.
The blonde vampire jumped up and launched himself onto Damiën, trying to grab the giant monster by the throat. Damiën tried to hit the man with his claw, but missed thanks to the vampire's speed. Damiën was slow but immensely strong, Richard, James and the other vampire were really quick but their strength.. was nothing compared to a werewolf's.

“Lay off Richard,” James snarled, “you're not winning this one.”
As confident as his words had sound, he couldn't calculate the outcome of this fight. He didn't know Damiën's strength in certain situations, and he knew Richard fought dirty. He wanted to help the wolf, but he was barely worth anything in his current state. With doubt, he took a step towards the two. Richard had now been able to grab the other by the throat and latched onto him as the wolf was trying to shake him off. James' knees were shaking, but not by fear, by the lack of feeding. Despite his lack of stability, he sped up and flashed towards the fight, raising his right arm, ready to grab the pitiful vampire by the throat. He would rip his head off. No doubt, no fucking doubt. He was done with the shameful little fight between the two cultures. But once his grasping fingers almost encircled Richard's throat, everything went black for a moment. His body was jerked backwards untill it was brutally stopped by the cement of the wall. He slumped down against the wall, eyes closed and legs weak.

But when he heard a growl again, he quickly tried to open his eyes. It didn't sound like before, it wasn't a confident enraged werewolf voice. It was obvious he was in pain.
“Damiën?” he yelled as his vision tried to adjust.
James stood up, dizzy and blurred sight. But before he could even move, he could pulled back by the hair, while being pushed somewhere. It was Richard. He would recognize his dirty smell anywhere.
"Aren't you thirsty? How about some nice werewolf blood."
And those words. Those words made James get even paler than he normally would be. His pale blue eyes rested on Damiën, back in his human form; held down by the vampire that was not shred to pieces. The young wolf was sweating, James could hear his blood rushing. Damiën's leg was broken, the bone was sticking out and his pants were covered in blood.

"Go on, he's not going anywhere," Richard pushed.
James' eyes were completely focused on the young man on the floor. His upper lip was twitching, teeth showing and eyes dilating. He was beginning to lose control.
"Let.. me go.." Damiën mumbled as he breathed heavily.
But his plea was answered by a push on his broken leg. He screamed. James struggled to get himself out of Richard's grip, but he was too weak. The urge to jump at the wolf and suck him dry was getting heavier and heavier. No. He couldn't stop himself anymore, his thirst was simply too much. Richard said something, but he couldn't hear it anymore. All he heard was the blood flowing. The tasty, tasty blood. James hissed and bared his teeth. When Richard saw this, he let the vampire go.

Damiën's eyes widened as he saw James jump at him. He wanted to shout something, push the vampire off, but before he knew it the vampire had pinned him down to the ground, two pale hands on his tanned wrists, James' knees painfully on his legs. He screamed again. It felt like his broken leg was slowly being ripped off, and it brought tears to his eyes. He tried to look straight into the now almost white eyes. James had gone completely insane. The vampire closed in quickly and completely showed his pointed teeth now. Damiën lifted his head off the ground and headbutted the man, still attempting to push him away from his neck. He wasn't going to die like this. James just snarled and kept pushing. He didn't even seem bothered by any pain. It didn't take long for the vampire to win, and he dug his teeth into Damiën's neck. Damiën growled and tried to escape, but this only resulted in more pain. His vision was starting to fade. He was blinking more and more, it got difficult to keep his eyes open. The blood was draining quickly, and he saw his life flash before his eyes.

James kept drinking, drinking and drinking. His eyes were slowly turning light blue again, his breath getting slower and steadier. As he came to his senses, he saw Damiën laying on the ground, below him.
"Good job. You helped us win from the werewolves. One step at a time boy."
He heard Richard speak, but didn't listen. The man just simply left, together with his accomplice. "Let's kill the cubs, we don't need to keep them as lure anymore."
The door shut, what they were doing to the cubs downstairs; James didn't really care. He didn't really even think about it. For a moment he was frozen. He knew what he'd done. But it wasn't really reaching him yet. He looked at Damiën's face, the wolf's eyes were spread wide open, his mouth stuck in a gasp for air. But he wasn't moving anymore. In utter silence, James pushed the wolf's head to the side, attempting to get a response out of him. Nothing.