Werewolf - Ambition a Self destructive force - Short Halloween story
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The moon was full, and the carriage was scuttling down the darkened path. The vampires were lurking in the carriage and talking of their latest victims. They took pride in the death of the wicked that they had sleighed and feasted upon.

Werewolf - Ambition a Self destructive force - Short Halloween story

The moon was full, and the carriage was scuttling down the darkened path.

The vampires were lurking in the carriage and talking of their latest victims. They took pride in the death of the wicked that they had sleighed and feasted upon.

The carriage dog was a werewolf with a demeanour of malevolence.

He had grown up on a farm and was tired of his drudgery in serfdom and when he was scratched on that fateful night, he quickly looked for occupation with ambition.

He was the carriage dog of the elders of the oakwood covenant a vampire covenant as old as human time. They had seen millennium go by and were therefore of stock of short temper and dull wit.

Being vampires from the beginning of human time they had little mental faculty though the wisdom of the years lived counteracted this woe.

Suddenly, a gust of wind drew the carriage of course.

And the vampires hurtled from there carriage. They smashed into the trees and one was staked by a pine tree.

The other three were dishevelled and injured.

They clambered to their feet and looked around Brutus the carriage dog returned to their side and transformed into his human form.

"we are injured, we must feed." They decreed.

The wolf looked on and could see nothing in sight They turned to him and said :fetch me the coachman"

They fed upon him and cast his bloodless body to the trees.

"That was not enough" they decree.

Brutus leaped into his werewolf form and sprinted across the horizon he bound into a farm house and dragged the body of a young women to the vampires. When he had returned they were already dead.

They had been sleighed.

He returned to his human form and the sun began to rise. He sat aside the corpse and the first light of dawn shone through he looked around and realised where he was.

He was in the meadow by his old farm the rotting corpse was the women he had once loved before leaving the farm.

He realised ambition had destroyed everything and he was left with nothing.

He had the curse of being a werewolf, the curse of being a killer and now the curse of knowing he had killed the one he had loved.

One of the vampires was still in the carriage and Brutus the carriage dog was hell bent with fury he sleighed that vampire with his teeth as stakes.

But nothing could change his grave mistake.

He vowed to sleigh every vampire on earth.

And then 10 years later again he killed a foul vampiric mistress.

When he returned to his form he realised that she was the same women that he killed on his vampire killing dawn. His love.

The vampire he sleighed had saved her those years ago.

And now again by his own claws she had died.

He howled in the night. For his own blind ambition had let the devil anoint him

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