The full moon shinned brightly in the night sky. Several pairs of red eyed, cloaked figures gathered in a moon lite clearing.
" Three Years," A deep and dark Irish accent began. " Three Years. And the Bloody Moon will rise. It has been 80,000 years sense the bloody Moon has rose. It was give you more strength than you can imagine. It will increase your power. Than and only than can we take over this new world, and once we sommon our true lord, our only lord. There will be a thousand years of night. The sun will no longer scare you. Fire will no long burn you. And HUMANS WILL NO LONGER HUNT YOU. THEY WILL COWAR UNDER THEIR BEDS AND THEY WILL HIDE FROM US! AND THEY WILL BOW TO US AND CALLS US GODS! THEIR WEMON WILL GIVE US WHAT WE WANT! AND THEIR BLOOD WILL BE OURS! WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT... VAMPIRES?"
" HERE! HERE." They all shouted in unison.
