Table of Contents
Part One: The Chosen.....6
Chapter One: Raion ......7

Part One
The Chosen

Each was selected by a higher power, vampires don’t get to choose who they are; we merely follow the prophecy. The gene has been in their blood since their ancestors stepped foot on this earth. Some it runs in their family; some don’t even know what it means. It is our job to collect them and teach them. If they are not eager to learn; we force them. If they try to resist the force; we punish them. If they refuse to be punished; we imprison them. If they escape….no one escapes.

Chapter One
Raion

Raion Purdue was the first on the list of chosen ones; her family members were not vampires; they were actually werewolves. This wouldn’t have been a problem since vampires and werewolves had made a truce since The Sanction Wars

200 years ago; however, Raion’s family was very old-fashioned and wouldn’t like vampires coming on their property. Raion was probably going through a lot in her life right now, she was 21 and should have transformed during a full moon back when she was 16. Her family probably deemed her as an intransfigo

, a being who is not able to have non-human traits. She probably takes care of her family during full moons, cooks, cleans, and helps in any other way possible. During hunting season, clan battles, or initiations, she probably has to stay home; seeing as how intrans aren’t allowed any wear near the action. The poor girl was probably living her life feeling as if she were a mere human trapped in a world of fascinating creatures that she would never become.
Raion was on the list because she was a very special girl; the reason why she had not transformed on her 16th birthday is because she was not just a werewolf. There is a specific genetic code in Raion that enables her to change from vampire to werewolf, and enables her to permanently possess the powers of all she comes in contact with. She was a Blood Child

, one of probably ten, if not five in the world. Blood Children are often branded as intransfigo and are eventually disowned by their family. They become angry and through that rage discover their abilities; most blood children can’t control their power and become killing machines. They travel in pairs and are able to kill villages in minutes,and cities in hours. Raion was still young and surprisingly hadn’t been cast away by her family yet; either they loved her dearly and had hope she was a late bloomer, or they were currently undergoing plans on how they would destroy her like they did in the olden days by eating her heart and burning her head to stop the intransfigo gene from being passed on. We were hoping these werewolves were gracious muts not procrastinating hounds.
That is where we come in, we are les tueurs nocturnes; we have been gathering and training the most elite warriors on earth for the fight between good and evil. The search was founded by my father Giovanni; he was christened by the Holy Covenant

to stop the prophesized battle of the Blood children. For years he has been trying to catch the blood children before they discovered their powers, hoping to help them control it and use it for the greater good. Forces of evil have been working against the vampire community since before the Sanction Wars, since before the Battles of Calais

, there has always been sides since our family was first divided. Most people believe the wars originated between vampires and werewolves, however, this has always been just a vampire war; werewolves are merely pawns thrown in from sheer bad luck.
However, the situation at hand was dealing with Raion and her family. There are normally only two of us that come to collect a recruit, but in this case we brought five; just in case. Coming along was Nikita, Alphonse, Nizhoni, Fiammetta, and myself. We were the selected five due to our more relaxed demeanors, as well as experience. When we arrived in Calais, it was quite early in the morning, which was good because we wanted to catch this predominantly werewolf village during their calmest period. Unlike the newly vampire-friendly villages, Calais is notorious for its continued hatred for us kindred souls. Ages ago, werewolves in northern France had been battling with neighboring villages along the coast in order to jump start another vampire werewolf war. After the Sanction Wars ended, a vampire-werewolf truce had been accomplished and many werewolves turned over and began working for the Holy Covenant. Old-fashioned werewolves like the ones in Calais believe that this truce was merely a scheme vampires used in order to distract the werewolves and later betray them. They have been trying to rid the northern coast of what they call traitors, who are actually werewolves working on our side trying t calm things down a bit. Most of these Calais werewolves are descendants of one of the first werewolves in the world; their tribes were destroyed by vampires over 600 years ago, initiating the first recorded feud between vampires and werewolves. This conflict however, was contained in the northern coastal region and had not spread. Vampires and Werewolves lived harmoniously together in other regions, and it was not rare to find mating between both species. To understand the importance of what started the fued, you must realize that the offspring of vampires and werewolves never were mixed breeds; they were either one or the other. In Calais, after 300 years of conflict the eldest vampire offered a truce my presenting his most beautiful daughter to the leader of the wolf pack. Their offspring became the first blood Child to ever be recorded to exist. Unlike most Blood Children, this child showed her powers shortly after birth; intrigued by the fact a mixed breed could possess such brilliant powers, the werewolves believed this was the key to eternal vampire-werewolf peace. However, after seeing the child, the Eldest vampire had another idea, he would use this child to create such a war enabling the true dominant species to rule the world. The eldest vampire arranged for the baby to be secretively stolen and raised within the vampire regime, for years werewolves and vampires alike searched for her, trying to find the person who had committed such a treacherous act. The vampires mourned with the werewolves and continued to act upon the truce, treating the werewolves with kindness and respect. After 21 years, the vampires, being led by the Blood Child, raided Calais and killed hundreds of werewolves. Sure enough the elder werewolf alerted werewolves from surrounding areas of the massacre; The Battle of the Elders

ensued. Soon the whole of France had taken sides on who was right and who was wrong; loyalties to your own kind were expected, and many died in the process. After a century, the vampires and the Blood Child had control of France, they sought out to "purify" the entire world, and they were slowly succeeding. They sanctioned many countries; small poorly-kept sanctions belonged to werewolves, and the larger sanctions belonged to vampires. During these Dark Ages, werewolves and vampires were forbidden to mate due to the chance another Blood Child would be created, however, in Spain; a new breed of people called Fatalities

began to emerge. Fatalities were descendants of generations and generations of two mixed breeds, their powers were immense, but nothing compared to the Blood Child. The Fatalities began to rally werewolves and initiated fights between sanctions in Spain; soon Spain was overtaken by the werewolves and soon the whole world had joined the fight that would later be known as the Sanction Wars. The war ended because of my ancestors, the rumored elder vampires in Romania; the Holy Covenant. The Holy Covenant was rumored to consist of all breeds; vampires, werewolves, fatalities, and some even said they contained two blood children. They were always considered a folk-tale, an old ghost-story, but they were very real. In the city of Romania they believed that these two new breeds were a sign of an imminent apocalypse foretold by Sebel; Dracula’s eldest bride, creator of the Grand Prophecy. The Covenant rallied very gifted people from each breed to fight the vampires and the Blood Child that started this act of genocide against werewolves. The battle didn’t last long, the eldest vampire from Calais was killed and when word reached that the Holy Covenant was real, battles had stopped and a vampire-werewolf truce was created. However many werewolves in Northern French villages, like Calais, believe that this was merely another show to gain the wolves trust and that vampires were blood thirsty, selfish things. Many werewolves, in order to prevent more of their kind from starting another war, were stationed by the Holy Covenant to border hostile villages.
When we arrived at the doorstep of the Purdue household, I was the only one insight. Afterall, a group of people arriving at your doorstep first thing in the morning was not something anyone would want;vampire or werewolf.
A very beautiful statuesque woman with scarlett hair opened the door. Her skin was as pale as eggs and her lips as red as the fire on her head. She smelled me before she opened the door, I can almost bet, because as she opened it her nose did that "its either poo or a vampire" scrunchy thing. She glared at me in silence for about ten minutes, making things far more awkward than I anticipated.
"Look,either we talk inside or out here, but we aren't going to stand and stare all day." It was a bold move, I was betting on the fact that since it was early in the morning, she would be too weak to put up a decent battle if she transformed. She gave a hateful chuckle,"better come in before all the neighbors smell you and it becomes a frenzy. You're a clever one, excellent timing, any other time I would have killed you were you stood."
"You would have tried.."
"What do you want?" She almost barked in a way while she said it. I'd never seen a more beautiful werewolf in my life. I was hoping her husband was still sleeping like a dog because the men get very territorial when they sense interest.
"How many of you are there?",I asked.
"Me, my husband, and my baby boy."
"Your husband sleeps?"
"Possibly, I can't sense him, so he must be."
Werewolf mates have the ability to sense the other, not like telepathic but almost like a second feeling. They can sense if their conscious almost.
"You say possibly, does he not sleep here?"
"The baby, the crying, it triggers his transformation too much. Its rare but it happens to the men sometimes, puts the baby in danger. He comes when little Pierre is awake."
"So all you have is a baby son, no other children?"
She gave me a suspicious sort of look, and I gave her a smirk back. It was my charm, sometimes it almost gets me killed.
"You know."
"Know what?"
"How do you know?"
"I have my resources. Where is she?"
"She is hidden, with good reason. NOW HOW DO YOU KNOW!"
"I told you, I have my resources."
"HOW MANY KNOW?", she was screaming already, and was begining to breathe heavily. Almost to the point of having spasms, I could almost swear I saw teeth growing.
"Only me. Calm down, I mean no harm here."
She didn't seem convinced.
"WE HAVE SPENT YEARS TRYING TO KEEP HER SAFE. IF ANY OF THE OTHERS KNEW WE KEPT HER ALIVE.."
"She is in potential danger here, she can only be protected for so long. Let me take her."
She seemed to calm down a bit now, her breathing was still a bit heavy but she was getting better.
"Why? Wait where? Where would you take her?"
"Somewhere safe, away from here, I promise I'll take good care of her."
She gave me a look of agreement and began to walk towards the back of her home; i insintctly followed. She pressed her had against the right wall of a cupboard which lifted a plank on the kitchen floor. Inside the plank was a key. She grabbed the key and went inside what looked like a nursery, in the crib was a hairy pup. I'd never seen a werewolf baby before, and this was a sight. There were all the wolf parts, claws, wolfy nose, even a tail; but instead of being shaped like a pup, it had a human shape. the head the body, everything.
"They begin to have two distinguishable parts after the five months."
"Oh---I-- Sorry for staring."
"Its quite alright, you were staring in the right way."
She pushed back the large bookcase in the nursery and behind it was a steel door. She opened it with the key and revealed a staircase into the ground.
"where are we going the depths of hell?"
"Its the only way to have an extra room that no one notices."
When we arrived at the bottom, there was a large room the size of the entire house. Sort of like an underground bunker.
"Raion its clear."
An equally tall girl emerged from a dark corner, hair like her mother's and eyes just the same.
"I heard strange footsteps. who is he?"
She stared at me with those eyes and for a minute I understood how such a person could captivate entire clans.
"My name is Raphael."
"What does he want mama?", she stared pleading into her mother's eyes; somehow knowing the answer to this question.
"He has come to take you, to offer you sanctuary. You can not stay her Rai, you know it is only a matter of time."
With that said it was silence during the trip up the stairs, apart from muffled sobs coming from both of them.
"Take her through the back so the neighbors won't see her."
"Rai go out back and head straight towards the coast; there will be four people waiting for you, do as they say."
She darted out without hesitation, most-likely with the belief her mother had abandoned her.
"Four people? who are you?"
"Raphael."
"I mean WHO exactly are you?"
"I'm not allowed to explain, only to collect."
"Collect what?"
I darted out as fast as I could, all I could hear in the distance was a "keep her safe for me".

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