He had watched the ravenous werewolf tear her apart and could do nothing to stop it. Fumbling with his pistol, he fired and the silver bullet found its mark in the heart of the beast. It reverted back to the form of a man. Pale. Naked. Dead. But when he turned, the girl was alive and whole again.

Although, that wasn’t completely true as he saw the puddle of blood seeping back into her flesh. When he looked up, she gazed upon him with sad eyes.

“I really wish you hadn’t seen that,” she said before tearing his throat out.

Author’s Note: This was my take on the classic werewolf versus vampire mythology. If you can call that type of story a classic.

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Deirdre was looking for a wealthy husband and had her sights on a drooping faced old man named Marcus. The only downside was the geezer had two kids from a previous marriage. He insisted that she visit with the children before they married. So here she was standing in the dimly lit nursery, trying to ignore the smell when she felt something bite her ankle.

“What the hell?” She stumbled and fell to the floor. Deirdre saw the two children crawling towards her – milky white eyes, rotted flesh, bloody mouths.

“I’m sorry, dear,” Marcus said. “The children are very hungry.”

Author’s Note: I wrote this as a longer short story which didn’t take off but thought it “bit” deeper in a shorter form. Forgive the pun.

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