Feathers, Fangs, and Horns [Discontinued]

Prologue

Warnings: murder, mention of getting stabbed with a wooden stake, biting, dead bodies, screaming, mentions of drinking blood

Twigs snapped as the group of vampires ran through the forest, chasing their prey. A group of vampire hunters ran a few yards ahead. The vampires played with the hunters in thinking that they were going to get away after shooting one vampire with a stake. Luckily, it missed his heart.

For the hunters, the vampires soon disappeared out of sight but, they continued running until they were positive that the vampires weren't following them. They found their campsite and sat down to rest, blabbering about how close the encounter had been.

When one hunter excused himself to go to the bathroom was when the fun really started. He screamed as a stoic vampire with black square glasses fed off him. Said vampire tossed his drained, dead body to the side and wiping the side of his mouth when he was done.

The hunters shoot up from the ground and formed a circle around their small campfire. Hunters outnumbered vampires eight—now seven—to four but, the vampires were way stronger. They cocked their crossbows with wooden stakes. All they could hear were their own nervous breaths and the occasional twig snapping as the vampires taunted the hunters even more. It also didn't help that for the hunters, the forest was pitch black, with the moon only illuminating certain places.

Finally, the vampires got bored and attacked. A black and yellow flash grabbed the hunter on the right and a purple and black blur grab one on the left. Their screams were the only thing that could give the vampires position away, but it didn't matter because their screams died abruptly.

A sassy laugh erupted from within the trees. "Your heartbeats all sound so delicious! Now... who's next?" The voice paused and the hunters could hear the rustling of leaves. "Eenie, meenie, miney, mo. Catch a hunter by their toes. If they scream, don't let them go. Eenie, meenie, miney, mo!" A figure jumped from the trees, tackling a hunter and biting down on their neck.

Before the hunters could shoot the vampire that jumped from the trees, the other vampires shot from the trees and drained the rest of the hunters. They left the bodies laying there. Someone would stumble upon them, eventually.

A content giggle came from a vampire wearing a short black and yellow cape with a matching bowler hat. "That was fun!" His name was Janus Dolion.

The sassy vampire flung an arm around him. "Hell yeah it was! Say, Vi, what's your opinion? That was probably one of my best performances!" His name was Remy Sleep.

"Vi," scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You could have been better. Plus, you didn't give me or Jan a chance to do anything scary." His name was Virgil.

"What about Logan? He did nothing scary." Remy said.

"On the contrary," Logan said. "I bit the guy that separated from the group, causing them an immense amount of fear." His full name was Logan Croft.

Janus yawned. "Yeah, yeah, whatever nerd. I'll race you all home!" He took off in a blur followed by Remy than Virgil then Logan.

When Janus got to their home in the middle of the forest, Logan stood on the porch. "How the fuck a did you get here before us?!" Remy said, coming in third place. Leaving Virgil in fourth place.

Logan just shrugged and walked inside, smirking to himself.

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