As the vampires swoop down towards them with their fangs bared, Rumpelstiltskin snaps his fingers and a miniature version of the Sun appears.
The vampires come to a halt and screech in fury.
Red turns to him with a raised brow.
"You practice light magic?".
Rumpelstiltskin looks at her as if she offended him.
"You must really see the world as black and white. Magic is magic. Doesn't matter what side uses Wich".
"That's like saying werewolves aren't all the same".
The vampires tuck their leathery black wings behind their backs and leap to the ground.
As the sun increases in size the vampires submerges further into the shadows.
The flames dance across the surface of the sun casting warm light on the gloomy room.
"Okay, so now that we have their attention the floor is yours", Rumpelstiltskin whispers encouraging red to step forward.
"I'm here to make an alliance. I need to speak to Dracula".
The vampires hiss and bare their fangs as a threat.
Suddenly a voice above them drawls," Calm! Calm, my children. I'm sure that whatever they have to say must be important. If not they can leave".
A man leaps down from the ceiling and stands about six feet away from the miniature sun.
He lowers his black hood to reveal sharp cheekbones, hollowed cheeks, purple lips, soulless eyes and black hair with a widow's peak.
"So what is so important that two mere mortals barge into my home uninvited".
"We've come to warn you about the werewolves. They are planning to attack the vampire clan on the night of the red moon".
"The vampire clan is made of hundreds! We can take on a few measley werewolves!".
"Not thousands surely? Or are you planning to risk your clan's lives?".
"Two mortals are of no use to us except as dinner!", Dracula hisses.
Suddenly Rumpelstiltskin (with a look of annoyance) crosses his arms in the firm of an x and a marble podium explodes.
"Now imagine that was a werewolf ....or a vampire", Rumpelstiltskin whispers menacingly.
"You may be of some use, but what about her?", Dracula asks with his nose in the air as if he smelt something bad.
Rumpelstiltskin's amber eyes glow as he snaps his fingers.
Three stone still werewolves appears before them.
"How dare you bring filthy mutts into our home?", Dracula hisses in rage.
Rumpelstiltskin rolls his eyes and huffs in annoyance.
"You vampires are an entire race of drama queens. Blood sucking drama queens. The werewolves you see before you are nothing but a replica of the real thing created by my imagination".
"How is this going to prove her worth?".
"Just watch you ancient old fart".
Red starts to draw her sword but Rumpelstiltskin stops her.
He whispers,"Use your full ability. Your a little rusty on your skills".
Red closes her eyes and he releases her.
When she opens her eyes the color is even more icey than before, her lips are blue and her fingers turn a light purple.
The temperature in the room decreases by twenty degrees and within a blink of an eye the werewolves are dead, falling into piles of dust.
The vampire clan stares at her in shock as she lowers her hood to reveal white hair.
As she takes in a few breaths the temperature increases and her hair turns back to her normal chocolate brown color.
"So. You're the one who killed the snow queen leader of the artic werewolves", dracula whispers in awe.
Whenever a hunter kills a werewolf with special abilities they gain those abilities.
"You both will be useful assets to our side".
"I think we've established that".
Dracula nods.
"Let the crimson blood pact begin".
A/n sorry this was short. I'm trying to make the other chapter longer and I needed the next scene in it.
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The hooded hunter
Fantasya teenage girl became a werewolf hunter when her own grandma was murdered. now they plan to attack the villages. will she be able to handle them on her own?
