The guzzlers close in. I hold my stake. They step into the porch light. One of them is the cop. "Woah! Woah! Woah!" The cop exclaims, "this is the guy!"

"This is him?" The other guzzler asks, "oh, well we should not drain his blood."

"Agreed," the cop replies retracting his fangs, "hey, sorry about that, we'll be going."

"What the hell are you guys doing?" I demand.

"Fulfilling our end of the bargain," the cop replies, "don't worry about it."

"This is murder!" I exclaim, "are you insane?"

The cop glares at me, "know your place. Guzzlers own this town, and if you keep bitching, then maybe you'll end up on the menu after all."

He grabs my throat and lifts me off the ground. "Get the picture?" He asks. I nod. He drops me. "Let's go," he tells the other Guzzler.

As he leaves, the other Guzzler hesitates. It's only then I see her face. One of her eyes are yellow, like a vampire, the other, is silver, like the moon, like a werewolf. She smiles at me, and then sees my confused expression.

She takes a make up mirror from her purse and looks at her reflection. She adjusts a contact lens in her silver eye, making it appear yellow again. "Wendy let's go!" The cop yells. Wendy dashes off.

What, the fuck, was that? Could she be a... No. The werepyres were wiped out. Vampires and werewolves may hate eachother, but they both hate werepyres. Werepyres want to reveal the races to the world, believing it to be the only way to bring a true end to discrimination. One hundred years ago, the two races called a truce to wipe out werepyres. One cannot be bitten to become one, they must be the child of a vampire and a werewolf. They experience the best of both worlds, enhanced physical abilities, they can go out in the sun for any amount of time without repercussions, and they can transform into a werewolf at will, as long as the sun is down. Unlike normal werewolves which can only transform on a full moon. This transformation further enhances their physical abilities. A werepyre in this state would be impossible to stop in a fist fight.

So, what was with that werepyre? A survivor maybe? I'm in to deep as it is. I can't get in any deeper. I decide to leave well enough alone. I go inside. My house is a two story house in the suburbs. My bedroom is on the top floor whist the bottom floor is intended for guests, but I don't really get many so it's rather unkept. I decide to take care of it later and go to sleep. After all, it's been a long day, and the rest of the week looks like it'll be even worse...