Vampires and werewolves have been rivals for centuries. You weren't sure why, but you were told your whole life to never go to the west side of the forest. That's where the vampires lived.

You were a werewolf, and you had somehow gotten separated from your hunting group. That's when you smelled something... Blood?

"-Now what's a little doggy doing over here?"

The vampire leaned against a tree and licked blood off of his fingers... Running his tounge over his fangs.