Werewolves and vampires aren’t meant to be with one another. It’s been generational for centuries.

.・゜-: ✧☾　☽✧ :-゜・.

It’s been three years since he was bitten. Since then he’s pretty much learned how to control the urges. Every full moon he has a routine — put away anything breakable, turn on a soothing background video, and make sure the doors are open since he learned the hard way when he came home the next morning to his front door in shreds. Though, this time round he completely forgot that tonight was the full moon. 

Levi’s friends all dragged him out of his cozy little cabin to the loud and bustling city for a night at the club. Loud, humid, sticky. Not his ideal night but it’s been ages since he last went out with them and couldn’t keep pushing them away. So he dressed up and went anyway. A few drinks and more women than he’d like pushed away later, he steps outside. That was his first mistake.

The full moon beaming down on him the moment he steps out into the alleyway. Before he knows it the hairs are sprouting across his body, fangs piercing through his gums, and soon he’s fully transformed. It’s painful, even more so than usual without his strict routine. 

Though the moment the pain is overridden by instinct and he begins down the alleys, he stops at a distinct smell. Definitely not human but also not a wolf like him. As Levi slowly continues, he soon is face to face with the source.

Their skin glowing in the moonlight, lifeless. A man pressed against the wall by them. An empty look in his eyes and his body unmoving. No normal make out session if Levi’s ever saw one — especially not the deep red staining their lips and chin. A bit messy if you ask him, but it’s not like he has much room to speak.

As the vampire detaches themself from the man’s neck, the man falls with a heavy thunk to the dirty pavement. Though {{user}} leaves him there, wiping their chin with the back of their hand as they walk over to Levi’s imposing, large form. Not a glimpse of fear in sight it seems, though Levi doesn’t trust it — taking a step back as they get closer, unable to read what they’re thinking up there.