• Several things were on my mind as I walked through those deserted streets. I had just come back from a trip to Dover, and it was dark and desolate. Not a soul was in sight. I normally would not have been frightened, but this was no regular night.
    I was in werewolf territory.
    My keen senses picked up a sound from a distance, maybe two kilometers. I braced myself against the sudden wind that blew through the town. I exhaled deeply, and inhaled more oxygen, even though my vampire lungs didn't need it.
    I walked to the centre of the little road I was on, between a run-down apartment building and an old bar.
    It was all too fast to remember clearly what happened.
    The sound I had heard had come from a werewolf; of that, I was positive. Probably a male, though a couldn't truly be sure.
    A rustle came from within the bushes that were to my right. I bared my fangs and let a low hiss escape from my mouth. I knew the filthy creature could hear me.
    "What do you want?" I hissed.
    A low growl came from the creature. Yes, I thought. Definitely a male.
    "If you have any respect for yourself, and want to live to see another day, I suggest you go and let me pass easily. I don't want to have to clean up a bloody pup carcass before I go home."
    "By home," the werewolf said, emerging from the bushes, "you mean crypt, then we're on the same page here." It grinned, and it was a repulsing sight.
    And then I looked at the beast's eyes. Such a familiar colour. Golden topaz. And then it hit me: They were the same colour as mine! I had something in common with a werewolf, and I wanted to scream.
    I hissed again in my disgust.
    The thing chuckled. "I don't want to fight you. I might smell like bloodsucker for a week, and I can't have that." Suddenly, the werewolf looked at my eyes, and he experienced something known as "imprinting". In my world, it means that he fell in love with his soul mate at first sight...And he thought it was me!
    "No," I whispered in a violent voice. "No!"
    He took a step forward.
    I took one backward.
    "No!" I screamed.
    He exhaled slowly. "I've been waiting my entire life for you."
    What part of "mortal enemies" didn't this guy understand? I was a vampire, and he a werewolf. Complete opposites. It couldn't be that I was meant for him.
    "Please, Abella. Please, give me a chance. You'll find out that I'm meant for you. Please don't run away."
    I'll have to admit, I was a little surprised that he knew my name, as if he had dreamed about me. But i was only a traveling vampire, and I couldn't stay here. My coven needed me.
    He took another step forward.
    Yet, surprisingly, I didn't back away. The hold was starting to take on me, and I couldn't let go.
    Suddenly, he ran off into the forest. I heard a ripping sound, and, walking back through the trees, came a man. He was dressed, at least, so I knew that he had had a stash of clothing in the woods.
    He took my hand, and I didn't pull away. He took his hand a bushed away the entangles mess of black curls away from my face.
    And we lived, astonishingly, happily for all of eternity.