Enemies
Claws and fangs slashed and bit each other to the amusement of the crowd; jeers and shouts echoing off the walls. Two enemies; vampire and werewolf were chained together; they fought to the death as their human captors looked on. It was a ridiculous situation; that two supernatural beings could have been so foolish and allowed themselves to be captured. But they were both young; they had become lost; separated from their clans. They fell pray to the experienced hunters that found them; the barbarians who watched in amusement as these “monsters” destroyed each other.
The fight went on for hours; the vampire; his body lean, quick and wiry desperately trying to avoid the blows of his opponent. The werewolf was tall and strong; his long arms and legs aiding him against his crafty foe. Both were tired and sore; their bodies bloody and bruised. They did not know who they hated more; the humans or each other. Their limbs in shackles; there was no way they could escape; and so they fought; clawing, biting; exchanging flesh rendering blows; cries of anguish and pain escaping both their lips as they fought each other to the death.
Exhaustion overcame them, and they could fight no more. They collapsed, much to the dismay and disappointment of the crowd. The hunter in charge raised his arm and the crowd grew silent.
“Leave them,” he stated.
As the throng exited, the two were separated; each one tied up at opposite sides of the small pit.
Alone in the darkness, the young werewolf howled in desperation.
“Cry all you like animal,” the vampire spat. “Your family will not come.”
The werewolf growled at the vampire who responded in kind; bloody fangs defying each other; yellow eyes staring each other down.
The werewolf lay on the cold ground. Curling up into a ball, he transformed into his human form; the vampire watching all the while. The werewolf was young; younger than he was. His naked body shivered in the cold. The vampire too, was naked, thus adding to the absurdity of his predicament. He hugged his knees and began to rock back and forth.
“Think, damn it, think.”
Minutes passed by and the werewolf began to whimper. The vampire knew he was frightened; he could smell the animal’s fear; but this was something else. Staggering to his feet, the vampire tried to ignore his own pain. Grabbing the long chain he pulled it and began walking towards his foe. The chain was longer than he thought; it brought him right up to the werewolf whose body was shuddering in pain. The animal was panting like a rabid dog; his breaths short and harsh. The vampire kneeled beside him and inhaled deeply.
“I must be out of my mind”
A surprisingly cool hand touched his forehead.
The werewolf flinched.
“You have a fever,” he said nonchalantly, as if they were good friends.
The vampire looked around the pit. In the corner was a small bowl. Dragging the chain he picked it up. A small trickle of water came through the roof. He held the bowl up and collected the droplets until it was full. He splashed it over his face, and then collected more. Dragging his wounded body back to his foe’s side, he gently lifted the werewolf’s head off the ground.
“Drink,” he ordered the animal.
The beast lapped the droplets until the bowl was dry.
The vampire examined his enemy; long slender fingers touching cuts and bruises. The werewolf howled in pain as the vampire’s hand lifted his bloody leg.
“It’s broken.”
The werewolf nodded.
“I didn’t notice that before.”
The werewolf whispered.
“The humans broke it.”
The vampire narrowed his eyes.
“They crippled us on purpose to make the fight more interesting.”
The vampire gripped his side as a shockwave of agony overcame him.
“Your ribs?”
“Broken.”
The two sat quietly staring at each other; the werewolf in a surprisingly child-like voice, breaking the silence.
“I’m cold.”
The vampire swallowed hard.
“Me too.”
Hesitating at first, the vampire laid down next to his foe. The two males; blood enemies, found themselves at a truce; as their skin touched they shuddered; hearts racing as they embraced each other in the dark. Arms and legs entwined; their skin prickling as they warmed each other.
“We are going to die here,” the werewolf sniffled.
The vampire tried his best not to laugh. He wanted to cry too, but held back his tears.
“We could always refuse to fight. “
“They will kill us anyway.”
The vampire smiled, his fangs gleaming in the dark.
“Better to die that way than to kill each other for their amusement, huh?”
The young werewolf wiped his nose.
“What’s your name?”
“Changmin.”
“Yoochun.”
They held each other tightly; strange bedfellows that cuddled like lovers.
“Yoochun,” the werewolf whispered. “I’ve tasted your blood. There’s something different about you.”
The vampire breathed deeply, inhaling the animal’s scent.
“I was going to say the same thing about you Changmin.”
The kiss was hard and passionate; tongues plunging deep inside each other; moans escaping their lips between ragged breaths. The chains rattled as their bodies twisted and turned. Clawed fingers grasped strands of hair; fangs nipped at each others flesh; tongues lapped up blood and sweat. The chains hindered them and they cried out in frustration. They struggled for dominance; the vampire, being the older, took control; his hardened shaft thrusting into the animal’s body; the werewolf crying out as his body was invaded for the first time. Grasping Changmin’s hips, Yoochun rocked into him; slowly at first, but then with great speed and power; the pain of his wounds a distant memory. Their oppressors were gone; there was only the night; two strangers bonding in an act of love; it was bizarre, but it was their moment. Changmin mewled as Yoochun serviced him; the young werewolf reveling in the ecstasy he was experiencing. Yoochun leaned forward, hips thrusting hard; wide girth stretching his foe; Changmin’s tightness making him gasp in delight. The werewolf was reaching his end; his ample length throbbing; fluid weeping from the head of his arousal. He begged the vampire to finish him off.
Yoochun lost his mind; his body bucked; grunting and groaning, he spilled; collapsing his slender body on top of the werewolf. Changmin howled as his release came; his cries echoing off the walls of the pit.
His call was heard for miles.
The two mismatched lovers held each other; their bodies quivering in the shadows. They drifted asleep, knowing full well they would die the next day.
They came for him. His brothers. They heard his call. The humans screamed as they were torn to pieces. The werewolves found the two strange bedfellows and didn’t know what to make of them. Convincing his elders to let the vampire go in peace, they parted; the two stared at each other; their torment was over, but what of their future? Would they meet again? Would they be friend or foe?
Yoochun watched as Changmin and the other werewolves melted into the forest. When they were gone, the young vampire fell to the ground and wept; the werewolf’s name on his lips.
“Changmin.”
The fight went on for hours; the vampire; his body lean, quick and wiry desperately trying to avoid the blows of his opponent. The werewolf was tall and strong; his long arms and legs aiding him against his crafty foe. Both were tired and sore; their bodies bloody and bruised. They did not know who they hated more; the humans or each other. Their limbs in shackles; there was no way they could escape; and so they fought; clawing, biting; exchanging flesh rendering blows; cries of anguish and pain escaping both their lips as they fought each other to the death.
Exhaustion overcame them, and they could fight no more. They collapsed, much to the dismay and disappointment of the crowd. The hunter in charge raised his arm and the crowd grew silent.
“Leave them,” he stated.
As the throng exited, the two were separated; each one tied up at opposite sides of the small pit.
Alone in the darkness, the young werewolf howled in desperation.
“Cry all you like animal,” the vampire spat. “Your family will not come.”
The werewolf growled at the vampire who responded in kind; bloody fangs defying each other; yellow eyes staring each other down.
The werewolf lay on the cold ground. Curling up into a ball, he transformed into his human form; the vampire watching all the while. The werewolf was young; younger than he was. His naked body shivered in the cold. The vampire too, was naked, thus adding to the absurdity of his predicament. He hugged his knees and began to rock back and forth.
“Think, damn it, think.”
Minutes passed by and the werewolf began to whimper. The vampire knew he was frightened; he could smell the animal’s fear; but this was something else. Staggering to his feet, the vampire tried to ignore his own pain. Grabbing the long chain he pulled it and began walking towards his foe. The chain was longer than he thought; it brought him right up to the werewolf whose body was shuddering in pain. The animal was panting like a rabid dog; his breaths short and harsh. The vampire kneeled beside him and inhaled deeply.
“I must be out of my mind”
A surprisingly cool hand touched his forehead.
The werewolf flinched.
“You have a fever,” he said nonchalantly, as if they were good friends.
The vampire looked around the pit. In the corner was a small bowl. Dragging the chain he picked it up. A small trickle of water came through the roof. He held the bowl up and collected the droplets until it was full. He splashed it over his face, and then collected more. Dragging his wounded body back to his foe’s side, he gently lifted the werewolf’s head off the ground.
“Drink,” he ordered the animal.
The beast lapped the droplets until the bowl was dry.
The vampire examined his enemy; long slender fingers touching cuts and bruises. The werewolf howled in pain as the vampire’s hand lifted his bloody leg.
“It’s broken.”
The werewolf nodded.
“I didn’t notice that before.”
The werewolf whispered.
“The humans broke it.”
The vampire narrowed his eyes.
“They crippled us on purpose to make the fight more interesting.”
The vampire gripped his side as a shockwave of agony overcame him.
“Your ribs?”
“Broken.”
The two sat quietly staring at each other; the werewolf in a surprisingly child-like voice, breaking the silence.
“I’m cold.”
The vampire swallowed hard.
“Me too.”
Hesitating at first, the vampire laid down next to his foe. The two males; blood enemies, found themselves at a truce; as their skin touched they shuddered; hearts racing as they embraced each other in the dark. Arms and legs entwined; their skin prickling as they warmed each other.
“We are going to die here,” the werewolf sniffled.
The vampire tried his best not to laugh. He wanted to cry too, but held back his tears.
“We could always refuse to fight. “
“They will kill us anyway.”
The vampire smiled, his fangs gleaming in the dark.
“Better to die that way than to kill each other for their amusement, huh?”
The young werewolf wiped his nose.
“What’s your name?”
“Changmin.”
“Yoochun.”
They held each other tightly; strange bedfellows that cuddled like lovers.
“Yoochun,” the werewolf whispered. “I’ve tasted your blood. There’s something different about you.”
The vampire breathed deeply, inhaling the animal’s scent.
“I was going to say the same thing about you Changmin.”
The kiss was hard and passionate; tongues plunging deep inside each other; moans escaping their lips between ragged breaths. The chains rattled as their bodies twisted and turned. Clawed fingers grasped strands of hair; fangs nipped at each others flesh; tongues lapped up blood and sweat. The chains hindered them and they cried out in frustration. They struggled for dominance; the vampire, being the older, took control; his hardened shaft thrusting into the animal’s body; the werewolf crying out as his body was invaded for the first time. Grasping Changmin’s hips, Yoochun rocked into him; slowly at first, but then with great speed and power; the pain of his wounds a distant memory. Their oppressors were gone; there was only the night; two strangers bonding in an act of love; it was bizarre, but it was their moment. Changmin mewled as Yoochun serviced him; the young werewolf reveling in the ecstasy he was experiencing. Yoochun leaned forward, hips thrusting hard; wide girth stretching his foe; Changmin’s tightness making him gasp in delight. The werewolf was reaching his end; his ample length throbbing; fluid weeping from the head of his arousal. He begged the vampire to finish him off.
Yoochun lost his mind; his body bucked; grunting and groaning, he spilled; collapsing his slender body on top of the werewolf. Changmin howled as his release came; his cries echoing off the walls of the pit.
His call was heard for miles.
The two mismatched lovers held each other; their bodies quivering in the shadows. They drifted asleep, knowing full well they would die the next day.
They came for him. His brothers. They heard his call. The humans screamed as they were torn to pieces. The werewolves found the two strange bedfellows and didn’t know what to make of them. Convincing his elders to let the vampire go in peace, they parted; the two stared at each other; their torment was over, but what of their future? Would they meet again? Would they be friend or foe?
Yoochun watched as Changmin and the other werewolves melted into the forest. When they were gone, the young vampire fell to the ground and wept; the werewolf’s name on his lips.
“Changmin.”