THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MASS AMOUNTS OF PROFANITY. READERS HAVE BEEN WARNED.

  "Fuck, shit, dammit!" 19-year-old Marcie Bloodfang swore, leaping through the thick foliage of the woods. Her light steps on the branches of trees sounded with a thp, with it following a barrage of louder, heavier footsteps from below. 

  Marcie was being hunted and followed.

  She was most definitely fucked. Purely, absolutely fucked. 

  There was no way out of this. Bounty Hunters would capture her, and she'd be taken back to the Werewolf kingdom to be controlled. She shivered, still remembering the nightmarish scene she had experienced as a child. Marcie gritted her teeth, pushing to flee faster, to draw out her impending doom. She threw a small dagger that was attached to the hip of her belt, successfully hitting one of the hunters... one of six hunters. 

  "God-fucking-dammit. I am not getting out of this, what the hell do I do?!" She growled, jumping on a higher branch, trying to get out of the hunters' view. "Ow, FUCK!!" She hissed in pain as a bullet scrapes her skin. It slowly heals, as vampires have regenerative abilities. A ton- or a fuckton, as Marcie thought- of bullets followed the first, the aim of the hunters shockingly horrible. 

  Suddenly, one of the hunters cried out in pain. Marcie only saw the slight blur of slashing as each hunter was slain, arrows confirming the kill as they flew through the air with a whistle and stabbing them in the heart. 

  "If you're going to be some rebel or rogue or some shit, you shouldn't be alone. That's a death wish," A masculine voice rumbled behind Marcie. She shrieked and jumped up, whipping her head to see the origin of the voice.

  "WHAT THE FUCK, YOU SHITHEAD?! I appreciate that you saved me, but you DIDN'T have to do that-" she stopped as she realized it was another vampire. A male, tall. He was pale, with yellow eyes and slitted pupils, a common eye color within the species. His hair was a dusted brown color, with long, silky-looking strands that were swept aside to avoid covering his eyes. In shorter terms, he was... mildly attractive, Marcie thought. 

  "Well sorry princess, I didn't mean to." Then, a werewolf landed on the thick branch on which the two vampires were standing. Marcie growled and went to her knife immediately. The werewolf shrunk, holding his hands up defensively.

  "Whoa, whoa, chill out woman. I'm with him. I'm not here to hurt you..." his furry, human-like ears twitch, and the male vampire sighs.

  "Feris is my... partner. Don't attack him. Anyways, I'm Willis Clawe."

  "I don't trust you."

  "We SAVED you. Seriously?!"

  "Perhaps you're a manipulative hunter," Marcie suggested. "And you're brainwashed, and the werewolf is with you to make sure you stay like that." 

  "I'm not. Besides, I've stabbed myself intentionally many times to make sure that I stay uncontrolled. I found Feris myself too. You can trust me."

  "You know, it's always people who say that who betray others," Marcie growled, restricting herself from cursing at him. 

  "Do you have trust issues or something?!" Willis yelled. "If I were to kill you, you'd definitely be dead by now with all this time that's been wasted!"

  Marcie stopped growling, staring at the peculiar duo. Do I have anything to lose if I join them? I suppose they could kill me in a 2v1 battle... she thought. Marcie let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine, fine. I trust you. Now that's settled, we can agree to never see each other again-"

  "Not so fast princess! We saved you, so you owe us a favor. Join our little duo!" The dirty blond chirped, grinning. Feris nodded with a wide smile. 

  "No."

  "You owe us, and you almost got killed because you were alone. Please?"

  "Fuck off," Marcie clicked her tongue, turning around to leave. She jumped off the branch, landing lightly on the forest ground with a thump. To her luck, both males followed her suit. 

  "Come one, princess. It wouldn't hurt to join us. It would make me really happy if you did!" 

  "I barely know you! Stop calling me 'princess,' you perverted fuck!" Marcie dashed off, hoping to lose them. Of course, she forgot that if the vampire couldn't keep up, Feris the werewolf definitely could.

  "We could just follow you for the rest of your life, you know. I have lots of stamina, so we can keep bugging you," Feris laughed cheerfully.

  "Fine! I'll join you; just don't fucking call me 'princess' and STOP BE SO DAMN STUBBORN!" She shrieked, slowing her running down into a halt. "Holy Lleh, you guys are goddamn annoying."

  "Heh, well, now that you've joined us, you're stuck with us. Swear it on Vampire's Word." Willis patted her on the back, ignoring the deathly aura emitting from her. When a vampire swore on 'Vampire's Word," that meant that they would follow it until it was mutually broken, or they would be punished with their greatest fear. 

  "I swear on Vampire's Word that I will work with Willis Clawe and-"

  "Feris Bowsting."

  "-Feris Bowsting, until it is broken mutually or by me." Marcie finished, and a small, sharp pain throbbed, embedding a tiny circular mark on her skin; a sign of a Word.

  "Good, good." 

  "Fuck you shitholes."

THE FIRST CHAPTER IS DONE KDSJFJFJKSAFLKJ FINALLY!!!! I cut out so much useless stuff from my original draft omg, my 6th-grade writing was HORRIBLE!!! Wow... 

Also, if readers couldn't figure out some things from the Prologue or this chapter, I reverse words to make up some things. For example:

World of Dlrow: basically the World of World. (Pronounced del-row)

Holy Lleh: Holy Hell (Instead of calling it hell, they call it lleh. Pronounced lee-leh)

Also, it wasn't directly written but Marcie, Willis, and Feris are currently in the Forest of Tserof. (Pronounced tes-air-off)

Thanks for reading :P

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