The hybrids filed for emancipation. The nocturnals tried to overrule it but the collective government allowed their separation. I allowed it under the condition that if their progeny or clans wrecked civilizations then they can't come after us. The blame goes to them and not us. They proved their biology was different from us. So the effects will be different too. They were vampire hybrids and werewolf hybrids but the dual hybrid is me and another who chose to stay with the Nocturnals. The vampires called themselves Vamperuf. The werewolves called themselves Dir wolves. The vampires were partially immune to sunlight and the werewolves hybrids would die if they were injected with liquid silver. They had to sign so many waivers to get emancipation. The government seemed too enthusiastic. We were deemed a different category altogether. The locals were curious about our opinion but we told them all the best. The moment problem arises they had better not blame us. We were happily policing our own. If things get ugly they will handle it themselves. The government gladly agreed. The hybrids were curious why the elderly had requested this. They will soon find out.
Humans came to join their new covens. There was great fanfare. The media covered the transformation. Their ears became long and pointed like a bat. Their fingers were elongated and tapered to a point. Their eyes turned blood red and their vocal cords were shredded. A few had died because they weren't a match. The ones that changes appear to have lost their humanity. The public was watching with horror as the newly transformed Vamperuf lunged at the reporters. The viewers watched in absolute horror as this new breed of vampires chased everyone to bleed them dry. The once cheerful crowd ran for their lives as these new ones tried to kill them all. The sun rose and the vampires burned to a crisp. Only those who managed to get to the subway and sewers were the ones who had managed to live. The others screamed soundlessly in agony as they died. The new vampires had black ringed blood red irises with all the incisors changing into the elongated fangs. They were all bald and had metallic gray skin. They lost the ability to speak and walk on all four most of the time. They are always drooling and conversed using snarls. The public avoided the nighttime roaming.
The new werewolves had it much worse. The changed ones can't change back to human form ever again. They can even bite zombies so the undead change into werewolves. These zombies were called deadwolf. They would have the strength of Dir wolf but the insatiable hunger is intensified. The majority were isolated and killed. No one has any clue how many managed to survive. The hybrids were killed by the ones they had bitten mere moments after the transformation. Once the pandemonium died the locals began to protest so the government had to issue an apology to the civilians. And the public apologized to us. We didn't demand any compensation. We simply forgave everyone and moved on. The werewolves understood the straight and narrow approach. They worked with vampires to find common grounds. The damage was done. Thankfully everyone knew the vampires drank artificial blood except meeting out judgement. They knew werewolves ate cow or bison meat unless they were ordered to eat a person to implement punishment.
They knew that I drink from blood bags once every eight weeks and then survived on ramen and pizza. They knew I didn't like artificial blood because it makes me want to vomit. Only a few know where I am. According to leaked information I am always surrounded by an entourage. I am an ex-police officer and someone who keeps an eye out for trouble. I stick to my kind as I was instructed after my mom's murder. The nocturnals are my only family and I won't tolerate anyone splitting them up. I would rip them to shreds. The law was passed to prohibit hybrids from turning people. They were told I was amongst those who abstain. I was declared sterile. My bite releases endorphins. Which renders people into statues. I have bitten my family members to prove my point. I have no interest in making an army. I sleep till it is my turn to rule then I wake up. Keep the nocturnal ones united. Then when my time is up I go back to sleep. So some people were wondered where I was. Soren made it clear that my whereabouts was nobody's business.
I had earned the reprieve. I am exactly where I am supposed to be. Oleg was grinning ear to ear. I sat down because I wanted to make a snow angel. Oleg watched with amusement as I happily formed the shape and asked for his help getting up. He picked me up and carried me inside. I complained that I want to play snowball fight. I never got to do it. I watched my neighbourhood kids play and felt a sense of loneliness. He took a deep breath and turned around. The guys came out to play too. Since some of them grew up playing and some who had not. This was an experience worth remembering. Roland and Serena was on my team. Oleg and Igor were with Kiska and Eska. We stepped back several paces and made a fort first. Then we made snowballs to test our aims. I have chucking stuff all over the place since childhood so my aim was ok. I threw my first one and it hit Oleg on his head. He let out a yelp. Roland fell into the snow laughing. Oleg was from the colder regions. So for him to make that sound was apparently funny.
Oleg made an angry face and he gathered snow and bunched it up into a snowball. I apologized profusely and he just nod his head like he was ignoring me. He took a deep breath and I stepped aside as he threw the snowball. He didn't throw just the one. No he did not. He happens to throw several snowballs. I dodged all of them but one hit Roland. He didn't take that lying down. He threw one and Oleg stepped aside and the snowball hit Kiska on the side of his head. Splat. The snow melted on his handsome feature giving him a lethal look. I tried to placate everyone but somehow they turned into little kids. Demanding retaliation for the snowballs they got hit with. I got hit a few times. The others got the same treatment. We played till the Frore vampires came out and explained that a whiteout is about to happen so we better go inside. We can go again when the fog clears. When Roland asked me what a whiteout. I explained that everything would appear. He could raise his hand to his face but he won't be able to see it. Unless he has thermal sensors and echolocation he would likely sustain severe injuries. Since we are nearby cliffs with razor sharp edges and very steep drops.
Frigga was grinning ear to ear as she nodded to agree. My security stood still before they went deeper into the caverns for warmth. The vampires were kind and courteous. We danced till I got bored. I cleaned up. I practiced dodging and punching till Oleg got bored and dragged me to bed. The next morning I had breakfast and I went jogging. I wished everyone good morning as I passed by. Roland was grinning ear to ear as Kiska jumped up from his breakfast to greet me. Kiska struck Roland as he started snickering. I sat down to finish my exercise. Oleg came and he was grinning till someone came over and whispered something in his ear. He told me to stay here till he came back. Frigga arrived a few minutes later and she asked me to come. But I explained I am staying here till my husband comes. She explained that my presence is required. I came in to the living quarters and Oleg growled. I asked what happened. It turns out the council was being harassed to wake me up to find out if I wanted to separate from the Nocturnals. I told them to say, "Go lay an egg. The Nocturnals are my family and I am not trading them for the pleasures and riches of this world" both vampires and werewolves grinned. Oleg grinned ear to ear as he asked me if they should pass it on. I said, "In that order" the council passed the message to the public and they apologized. I wish I was back in Piedra de la Luna right now. Things were so fabulous.