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The werewolf let out a yelp, it�s paw-like hand reaching out to Vondoron, who was reaching out in return. It was in vain however, as their reaching hands never touched as the werewolf was brought down to the ground by the sucking vampire. Walter felt as if everything had slowed down around him. He
heard his mother�s voice screaming, her eyes looking down at his father, tears running down her cheeks. He felt himself screaming as well, his mouth forming a single syllable word in heart wrenching anguish. �No!�
He felt his arms moving, going over his left shoulder, grabbing the vampire that was behind him, by it�s head, then pulling the creature over his head in a powerful flipping move. The creature landed at his feet, a sickening crunch as the neck broke filling his ears.

       Knowing it wasn�t really dead, he proceeded to twist it�s head free of the body, blood spewing out in great gouts of crimson. Looking up, he saw his mother still in the vile clutches of Avatar, his heroic father being sucked dry by the bastard�s underling. From behind, he felt another vampire�s presence, and turned,
slamming his fist into the corpse�s face, sending it�s fangs and a few other teeth flying in several directions. The vampire instantly grabbed it�s mouth, blood spilling thickly down it�s chin as Walter smirked angrily at it.
       �Look what you�ve done!� the vampire sputtered beneath it�s hands, �you�ve knocked my fangs out!�
       �That�s too bad considering you bastards can�t feed without your teeth, huh?� Walter replied sarcastically as he slammed his fist into the creature�s mouth again, snapping it�s head back, sending it flying where it lay motionless on the ground.

Turning, he saw his mother struggling against Avatar, the bloodsucker that had ben feeding on his father now standing at his master�s side, assisting him, holding his mother. Rage filled him as he lunged for the vampire. Spotting him, Avatar turned to his underling, keeping his grip on Vondoron and commanded, �Nestafil, kill the boy!� Instantly, the underling turned, stalking toward the enraged Walter, spidery hands outstretched, hissing angrily. When they reached one another, they grappled, the young wolf�s rage making him far stronger. As he held the vampire in an iron grip of rage, a sound greeted his sensitive ears.
At first he thought it was a clap of thunder, but looking over at Avatar, he saw his mother�s hand coming down from the hard slap she had just given the master across his face. A look of surprise crossed the vampire�s countenance, then he looked down at her, a look of anger taking it�s place. Growling, he swiftly grabbed her head, then lowered his mouth to her neck, viciously biting her. She let out a yelp, then whined like an in injured pup as Avatar greedily drained away her life.

Enraged more than ever, he threw Nestafil to the ground, then launched himself at Avatar. He kicked the vampire hard, causing him to drop his mother. She fell to the ground, lying there motionless and silent, a large bloody wound on her neck. Climbing painfully to his feet, Avatar pointed at him, growling, �You�re next boy.� He advanced as Walter circled him cautiously. Walter stared hard at him, saying, �I promise that I will kill you.� The vampire laughed mockingly, still stalking the young man who continued to stay just out of his reach. �You destroy me? What a laugh! I would kill you easily boy. Why not give up now and save yourself the humiliation of defeat? You�re only prolonging the inevitable.�

�Perhaps,� replied Walter, �but I would gladly die a thousand deaths just to see you destroyed.�
Nestafil had now joined his master, both vampires coming toward him slowly, eager to feed off of him. Realizing the danger he was in, he backed away, not seeing the large root directly behind him. He tripped, stumbling backwards, then fell flat on his back. Instantly, he was on his butt, scrambling away from them as they rushed forward. He felt it was the end, and spotting a cart that was loaded with hay, scurried beneath it for safety. To his shock, he heard the two demons begin screaming as if in agony. Hesitantly, he stuck his head out from beneath the cart to find his attackers smoking from within their robes. The sun was rising over the horizon, causing them to burn as it killed them slowly.

      �It�s the sun!� Nestafil shrieked.
       �I know that!� replied Avatar, raising his arms in a futile attempt to ward off the sun�s rays.
        Looking down at Walter, he sneered, �Another time, lycanthrope. Kill me if you can. You�ll have to catch me first.� He melted into the man-sized demonic-looking bat shape, an enormous pair of leathery wings sprouting from his back. The pale skin had turned from a deathly white to a shiny dark ebony with a touch of purple. Both hideous creatures flapped off towards the retreating darkness, leaving Walter Volknor amidst the bodies of smoldering vampires and his slaughtered family. Creeping over to his father, he found him nude in his human form, dead. He tried to think of a way to revive him, but could not.
       His father had been killed outright, sucked dry by a gutless creature of evil. Hate swelled in him as he swore to avenge his family. Walter hung his head down as tears stung his eyes. His family was dead. Every last one of them. A weak groan greeted his ears, and immediately he knew it came from his mother. He scrambled to her side frantically, finding her barely alive, but rapidly slipping away.
       Kneeling beside her, he took her hand in his, kissing it as tears rolled down his face. She smiled at him weakly, as he sobbed, �Mother. . .�
        �Walter, � she whispered, �listen to me. You are a werewolf. A Lycanthrope . . . I want you to promise me you�ll use your abilities to help others. . .� She swallowed hard, as if it were an effort, and gazed up at him,
squeezing his hand, then said, �Promise me. . .that you�ll always do the right thing, Walter. . . .promise me. .�
She continued quietly, her voice weak, �Can you do that?� His lip trembling, he merely nodded, knowing he wouldn�t be able to speak. �Good,� she replied, �always remember that fire, and silver in any form can kill you, and that I . . . .will . . . always . . . love . . . . you . . .� Her voice trailed off as she became relaxed, silent
and still. She was gone. Clutching her head to his breast, Walter lifted his own as a cry of anguish tore itself from inside him, ending in an inhuman roar.

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