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It has been a long and tiring day. You are trekking home, just around midnight, when a twig snaps behind you. Startled, you make your strides a bit longer, willing yourself not to think of what could be out in the forest this time of night. You pick up more speed each time a sound reaches your ears. Finally, your brisk pace almost running, a snarl sounds from somewhere out of view. You bolt from the area, footsteps beating the ground like drums. Eventually, chest heaving, you halt and lean against a tree, gasping for breath. When you are ready to keep moving, you turn to start back on the path. The only problem is, the path isn't there. You must've ran right off of it! You spin around, looking in all directions, scanning the ground for the path you know isn't anywhere nearby. Panic welling up in your throat, you begin to walk, shivering at the cold and dreaming of home.

The minutes seemed like hours, creeping along at their snail's pace. Then, without warning, you feel two sharp sets of claws pierce you back, forcing you to let out a bloodcurdling screech of surprise and agony. You let yourself be flung to the ground, knowing that this breath may well be your last. The exhaustion that had been needling its way into your limbs hit you with its full force, and your eyes slide shut. The last thing you remember is feeling your numb limbs brushing against silky fur before your mind slipped off to dream of better things.

Somehow, for an unknown reason, you regain consciousness. You are extremely surprised you haven't already become the main course for a clawed, meat-eating predator. Warily, you raise your eyelids just enough to see an ivory lupe stretched out across the ground, glaring ominously at you.
Salutations. I've been waiting for you to come out of your sleeping state," comes a rich, masculine voice, Are you severely injured in any way?" Contrary to his words, the lupe does not seem at all concerned about your well-being. He seems almost angry at you, his dark eyes -just a few shades darker than honey - boring holes into your own. You simply gape at him - he is the most beautiful creature you have ever seen! His long, slender body is rippling with muscles, as are his legs. His ivory fur seems untouched by filth, save for several chest hairs tipped with bloodred. One front paw has a long, black stocking reaching up it - his back two paws are ardorned with black socks. However, he seems to be locked in eternal sorrow, for his eyes have bloodred tear-shaped marks under them. Although he is the pinnacle of perfection, he seems to be the picture of depression as well.

What have we here? Our captive has awoken?" comes another voice, a female voice, as beautiful as the lupe's. A tall, slender girl comes into view, blessed - or cursed - with the same inhuman beauty as the lupe. However diverse their species are, they look identical, for each posesses splendor and magnificence unobtainable to anyone but the immortal. Her eyes are the exact colour of honey, but also inhuman - they are cat's eyes, with diamond-shaped pupils and holding wisedom that taunts mortals. Her long, silky, dark brown hair falls around her neck and shoulders in cascades of waves. She has on an inky black sweater, fitted with no wrinkles, and loose tan pants. A bloodred cape falls about her shoulders, reaching the stoney ground. A single, white tooth serves as the fasten for the cape. The only modern and mortal thing about her is her shoes - black and white runing shoes. She notices you looking curiously upon her shoes and says simply, Believe me, these are a neccesity."

You look around your 'prison', wondering where two such incredible creatures would live. You see nothing but black to one side, but light is streaming through the entrance to a cave on the other. Curious as to why they live in a bleak, rocky cave, you ask, in your hoarse voice, Why.. but cannot finish the sentence because you glance at the ivory lupe, who seems to glare hungrily at you.

Why do we live in a cave? Why are we immortally cursed with this beauty? What are our names?" guesses the girl, Well, first things first, I suppose. I am called Akayel, but my title is "Guardian of the Night", for reasons explained later. This, she gestured toward the lupe, is Vlademyr, the Nightstalker. Vlademyr, who has been trying desperatly to look away, turns his head toward us and flashes his white, straight teeth. Forgive his behaviour, but he has not eaten in quite awhile. You are agitating him, Akayel explains. Fear creeps into your brain: you are in the presence of the most powerful lupe you've ever seen, he's hungry, and you're making him angry!

Akayel sighs. Well, now for the other two quesions. You can keep a secret, correct? You nod warily, extremely curious. Well, we, as you may have guessed, are not human. We..." she stops, taking a deep breath, We... are vampires.

Everything clicks perfectly into place: their eyes, their pallid skin and fur colour, their muscular builds, everything! Mind racing, you glance toward the exit. Ther is no escape: vampires can run faster than...than... you cannot think of anything to compare them to. They are just too perfect.
Well, if you must be going, that is fine. comes the voice of Akayel, Vlademyr will take you home. Frightened, you will yourself not to look in the lupe's direction. You just shake your head, signaling that it is, in fact, not time to go.

Well, perhaps you would like to hear Vlademyr's "story", as mortals call it. Vlademyr, shall I tell it?" The ivory lupe simply shook his head, I can." He looked towards you, eyes blazing with hunger. It was centuries ago. I was living in a small town in Russia, a town that, each month, would kill over ten alledged vampires. I did not believe in such things, and did not particiate. One night, I heard screams coming from a certain part of town. Curiousity, not courage, drove me to investigate. An ivory lupe with two bloodred striped running down his back had cornered a small lupe, possibly six months of age. I held the power to stop him, to save the child, but I did not use it. I ran, ran like a coward. Unfortunetaly, another white lupe caught up with me, eyes a dark brown, glaring hungrily at me. I knew then that these ivory wolves were none other than vampires. It cornered me and sunk its long fangs into my waiting neck. Before it could drain all life from me, another lupe, who thought he had the power to help, pounced on the vampire, trying to save me. Again, instead of staying to fight, I fled, neck burning, venom spreading quickly." Vlademyr stops, eyes almost tender with emotion. Almost. When he recovers, he is back back to his solemn, guilt-filled self. I fled to the forest, where the venom did it's damage. I rotted in guilt and rage for a long while, seeking revenge on the vampire that cursed me with this fate. I soon devised a cunning plan to kill him, and it worked. I grew hungry - or thirsty, as you might call it - after a time, but could not bear to think of killing innocent people. Then, it was to much to bear and I began to prey on the townsfolk. After I killed one, I couldn't stop. It was.... horrible. I...had no....control." He shudders, pain clearly showing on his face, To put is simply, that town, my home town is deserted. No one, not even my...family is there." Eyes shut tight, he seems to quiver, black-tipped ears laid back. Finally, he stands and walks further into the cave, not saying another word. You sit there, shock showing on your face.

He has seen more sorrow, more bloodshed, more pain than you can ever imagine." Akayel whisperes reverently. My 'story' is less dramatic than his, but possibly more cliche. I was living in a small city near Italy many centuries ago. When I was bitten, I lost all memories of my previous life. When a mortal is bitten, they are in pain for a day and a night as the venom spreads and changes them. Vampires are the living dead. Because of this, when the transformatoin is taking place, we pass through the abyss, the place of death. Many times, our memories are lost in the process.
Shortly after I was bitten, as I was wandering about Europe, Vlademyr found me. We have been together ever since, keeping each other company and training ourselves to eat only animals. I have been seeking out my memories, but so far, I have found naught." She stops, finished with her tale. Deeper into the cave, you hear the barely-audible sounds of pacing footsteps.

I think it is time for you to depart. Tell no one of us, or suffer the consequences." Her eyes turn cold and hard, intimidating and fierce. Then, she smiles, flashing her white teeth. You think you might have seen evidence of long, fang-like canine teeth. I will take you home," she offers, and, scooping you effortlessly up into her arms, she gracefully begins to run. Trees are whipping past you face, but Akayel easily weaves through them. Everything is blurred, and, in moments, you are back at your home.

Farewell, guest, she whispers, and, in an instant, she is gone, only a faint breeze hinting she was ever there. Before you enter your home, you wonder how exactly she knew your name.

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