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running I fled from the pack,

wolves out for my death,



I can still hear them behind me,

following my steps and scent,



I see the closet one dart to my right,

eager to taste my undead flesh,



I am the hunter known as Ashlyn,

I hunt everything supernatural,



the wind carries the wolf pack's scent,

thick musky fur mixed with blood,



but these wolves are also men,

a werewolf pack hunting me,



then I hear the howl and understand,

a new victum found closer than me,



I fly over to the sound,

and see a teenage boy,



his leg is broken and he's out cold,

like something chased him far,



he has the look of a wolf,

long, muscular and lean,



his fangs hang over his lips,

an abandoned wolf cub,



the pack draws nearer howling in glee,

the feast that awaits them all,



with a blur of vampiric speed,

I toss his attacker aside,



the others come and off I fly,

carrying the wounded wolf,



now I have a pet werewolf,

a handsome one too,



he told his name was Keith,

such a strong name,



so now after 200 years,

I have a companion,



a vampire and werewolf union,

should be interesting.

UNHOLY WIND



the wind howled and the night air was chilled,

nature's creatures fled looking for refuge,



I knew it was coming,

but it was so evil,



something dark and evil full of wickeness,

filling my mind with murder and hate,



the wind blows through my raven hair,

as I stands in the middle of it,



even as the wind is snapping small trees,

I barely move and doesn't budge,



laughter is heard echoing in the distance,

it's cruel and evil sending chills down me,



but as a rock I stand against it,

it breaks trees still I stands,



a creature of wind and stench most foul,

it's face was twisted with an evil smile,



laughing again and again as it threatened me,

asking how can I a thing of death harm it,



I pull his heart still beating from my hiding spot,

he stops and astonishedly looks at it,



he uses the wind but I stand strong in my place,

the sky darkens as a tornado is felt coming,



a smile crosses my blooded lips a side effect of my lust,

vampires has to live or exist if you can call it that,



the victims' blood told me of this things secrets,

never know what you can find from a donar,



as the tornado advances I crush his heart,

and watch him scream and fade away,



the wind subsides the tornado is destroyed,

I lick the bloody hand and off I go,



seeking to destroy what isn't pure,

and vanquish anything unholy,



this is my calling in life,

my penance from God,



so I Ashlyn enters the night again,

as a dark angel ready to fight evil,

and serve God.