Friend? {BxB PAFP}

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    He chuckled and shook his head. He glanced up at the battle that roared around them "exactly" he said and looked back down at him "so why are you wasting your breath taking to someone like me?" He asked.

    He bites his lip, holding back a smile. "Your different I suppose. But then again, no one's the same." He released the grip on his throat, scratching the side of his face. "Your blood satisfies me enough." He says slyly, heading back to help members of his pack. His words had been picked through carefully, enough to make any vampire suspicious. Why would a werewolf crave a vampires blood?

    He blinked and instantly stood up, he seemed slightly confused, but he'll take note of the weird matter latter. Glancing around he found a few of his allies to help, and saw some more vampires join the fight. "vampire blood, why would anyone want that?" he mumbled to himself as he fought.

    Konrad holds his breath as he turns back into his werewolf form, killing every vampire in sight. But he decides not to kill Dark, despite not knowing who he was.. Yet, It never occurred to him in the first place that his good friend would still be alive, even as a vampire. He keeps his thoughts pushed back in the far edge of his mind, biting into a vampires throat. This blood didn't satisfy him what so ever. The stranger's blood he had met only moments ago, did satisfy him. That was a mystery. Even for himself. It may be the blood type, or the person in general, but he liked the smell of it. He tears open another vampire, spitting out his blood. "Nasty.." He mumbles, feeling a vampire leaping above him. He turns to his human form, his hand going straight through the male vampires stomach. He coughs blood on Konrad, and he forces himself not to gag on the blood. The scent made him feel nauseous, but his emotions stayed blank. He glanced around, a signal making a few vampires back away. He smiles like a Cheshire cat. "Who's next?" He says, blood covering his face and dark clothes.

    A few of the vampires were slightly retreating, backing a few feet away from Konrad. Dark hissed and glanced around at all the vampires, he knew their numbers had quickly diminished. Most of them looked up at Dark for a command or a sign of what to do next. Dark shook his head, he hated retreating, but that seemed to be his only choice. "Retreat" he called and most of the non severely wounded were gone in the blink of an eye. "this isn't over" he spat glancing at Konrad, before disappearing into the forest along with the remains of his army.

    Konrad's smile didn't fade. "Great." He says, standing. He howls in victory, causing the rest of the pack to howl in harmony. Konrad then stops, heading back to base camp. He sees injured vampires crawling back, hissing at them. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, picking up and injured werewolf. It howls quietly in pain. He sighs as he walks. Fighting hadn't been necessary. They could have easily talked through the problem, and made a deal. But fighting was what everyone wanted.

    Dark growled, scornful of there miserable defeat. He glanced as one of the higher rank vampires walked over to him, "At least we know what we're up against for next time" the vampire offered in a slight praise. Dark only scowled, and shook his head "we were foolish to trying to get them head on, we need a much stronger and thorough plan" he replied.

    Konrad soon makes it to base camp, and calls everyone to a meeting. "Good job everyone. I cannot say that this will not happen again, but we cant go back now. For the ones we have lost tonight, I apologize. We may morn for them later on. For now, stay on the happy side." He says, and everyone howls, either mourning or celebrating. Konrad couldn't tell anymore.

    Dark hissed and as he stood at the hill over shadowing the werewolf's forest. He watched, and heard the loud howls as the full moon ascended into the sky, he knew that this night, they would be most powerful, so attacking wasn't something they wanted to do. He sighed thinking about that werewolf he had met earlier, "vampire blood" he mumbled, "what werewolf would like vampire blood?" he asked himself and pondered trying to think of an answer.

    Sorry, damn computer made me retype EVERYTHING


    Konrad licked the blood off his finger tips, savoring the taste of Dark's blood. He was different than the other werewolves. He had been bitten twice, once by a werewolf, and second by a vampire. His need for blood was different than a vampires. He needed the blood like Dark's; who had happened to be related to his creator: the one who had bit him. He hated the constant need to search for a victim with related blood to his creator. It was annoying beyond belief. He sighs, laying down. No one really knew why he hated certain vampires blood. He could never tell anyone he had been bitten, or he would have to leave the pack. It was an old rule, but he had to live by it. Everyone knew this rule.

    ooc: that's ok


    Ic: Dark sighed, as he heard the howling die down. He glanced at the sky, "Vampire, not human" he mumbled, "interesting". he smirked, for some reason he wanted to meet the werewolf again, maybe to find out more about his taste for blood, or just to get revenge, he didn't know, but the one thing his did know was that they were going to meet again.

    Konrad slips away into the night, heading towards the deeper woods. It was in the direction that belonged to the animals that lived in the forest. He had put his beta in charge so his pack wouldn't be alone. He just couldn't stand being with his pack for so long. He knew he couldn't stay there forever. All he could think about was the vampire.. How had he been related to the creator? Son? Cousin? He didn't know. But he wanted to. These thoughts skimmed through his brain, and he sighs. "Not the time to think.." He says quietly to himself. He was supposed to be hunting for his pack tonight, and distractions weren't necessary.

    He blinked glancing down into the woods, he sensed movement of a werewolf. He was slightly surprised, it seemed to be only one werewolf, he shrugged maybe he should go take a look. He knew that it wouldn't be the safest option, but Dark was never the one to take the safe rout. He sighed before heading quietly down the hill towards the woods, not wanting to alert the werewolf, nor the other vampires.

    Konrad was still in his human form, but still strong. He had a few cuts and scrap, but nothing serious. He had fought pretty well. Others, unfortunately, did not. He sighs, soon finding a grassy hill. He lays down, looking up at the now starry sky. He had his guard down at the time as he relaxed. He could hunt later on in the night. His pack wasn't starving, That he knew.

    Dark blinked and glanced at the misty forest a head. With his fangs gone, and his blood red eyes now back to his forest green, he looked like a generic human. Yep, he looked just like the old, normal human Dark, before he was turned. He sighed, remembering the times where he was oblivious to this retched and violent war. He shook his head, trying to get the memories out of his mind, "no one remembers you Dark, they all for got and just went on, no one cared, so stop hoping" he scolded himself.

    Konrad sighs, looking at a photo that was in the necklace. It was him and Dark at the fair. They had such a wonderful time. It was one of his best experiences of his childhood.. But that was in the past. He couldn't change anything now. He had no idea where he had gone. He always regretted becoming Dark's friend. And for one reason; So it wouldn't hurt so much to lose him. He had cared about him very much, and now.. He didn't know how he felt.

    Dark sighed, and glanced around everything seemed to be slightly fogged up, but that didn't help much. He blinked, "Well looks like I was mistaken" he said and kept glancing around. He didn't see any werewolf, but that could of just meant that he wasn't close enough to the forest, but at the moment, he didn't want his arms and limbs to be ripped off.

    He hums softly, his attention focused on the starry sky above him. He didn't notice that Dark had crept closer. In fact, he didn't notice him at all. His guard was really down. If he had been in the presence of anything else, it probably would have ripped his face off with a quick move. He sighs. He didn't know what to do. He hated hunting. He hated his pack. He hated that Dark had left. I guess you could say he wasn't in a tender mood.

    Dark blinked seeing someone in the distance. He started to walked towards the figure, it soon turned into a light jog. He sensed the person was a werewolf, instantly stopping and hissed. He tried to identify the werewolf, but he didn't run away like he probably should have done.

    Konrad glances up at the figure near him. "Hey." He smiles slightly. He didn't care if the person was out to get him or something like that. He'd put his trust in a complete stranger, just like that. His eyes adjusted to the dark, and he sees the person. His smile fades. "Dark."