Sanguine Town

A semi-fantasy world where vampires, werewolves and the supernatural are commonplace. A series of events unfold in the city of "Sanguine Town", that intertwine the fates of five men who are at most acquaintances of the others, but hate them nonetheless.
Lucas, a vampire with no house to call for protection; Detective Inspector Jones, a detective who wants to close an important case; Dante Shadow, a half-vampire looking to redeem himself; Drake Hunter, leader of the Vampire Hunters; and Maxwell Greenwall, a werewolf with a hatred of almost everyone.


5. Animal

Jones waited until night to head home. He didn’t know why, but he did.

It wasn’t the best of ideas, he knew, but it was too late to change his mind now.

He had to rely on the Hunters to do their job.

He tightened his coat as the rain started to fall.

Typical Sanguine Town night,” he thought. Rain.”

However, the street was still bathed in light, due to the moon.

No matter how cloudy it was the moon always had its own, cloudless space.

It was chilling, really.

Jones hated it. Horrible, rainy nights with the cold white glow of the moon illuminating the buildings.

He pulled his hat down over his head and jogged through the street, heading for a nearby diner.

He hadn’t eaten since lunch.

He glanced at the sky for a moment, and was suddenly struck by the moon’s phase.

It was clearly a full moon.

He ran faster. He knew that there were werewolves in Sanguine Town.

There had been a few attacks.

“Jones!” called James, who was standing outside the diner smoking a cigarette.

Jones reached him and smiled. “Evening James. Finish that cigarette and we’ll go inside. It’s a full moon.”

James looked up to the sky and nodded. “That it is.” He dropped his cigarette and crushed it beneath his shoe.

Jones made his way up the short set of steps, James just behind him.

As they entered the diner, he thought he heard the sound of screaming in the park that sat in the middle of the town.

The park was also right behind the diner.


Maxwell ran into the park, his heart beating fast and his muscles aching.

He had a matter of minutes before the transformation truly started.

Already he could feel the beast growing, trying to force its way out of him.

He had left it too long to head for the park. He knew he shouldn’t have gone to that nightclub, but he had.

Still on the edges of the park, too far from his usual spot, and too close to turning, he pushed himself towards the closest collection of trees and threw himself into them.

As the pain increased, he grabbed his shirt with clenched fists and ripped it, his screams echoing through the trees.

A collection of birds fluttered in response, and Maxwell looked at them with hungry eyes.

He felt his muscles convulse again as they started to mutate. The hair on his body began to grow as his cellular structure changed. His bones began to break and heal, moving their positions and growing, until his form was half way between man and wolf.

But it was not over yet, and that was what terrified Maxwell.

He was still himself, but he was being pushed back into the darkest recess of his mind. He screamed again, but his vocal chords stopped all sound as they changed. When sound was finally produced again, it was a vicious howl.

His nails turned to claws, and his eyes turned yellow.

With one final cry, Maxwell was gone, and the wolf stood, stooped, within the trees.


The wolf sniffed the air, its black nose twitching, and the thick fur along its spine trembling in the wind.

Its ears pricked as it heard a twig snap.

There was a growl, and it heard the telepathic voice of another werewolf growl, “This is my turf.”

The Maxwell wolf’s hackles raised and it dug its claws into the ground. “Yours, is it?”

The other werewolf stepped forward, standing upright and snarling. There was murder in its lupine eyes.

“I will kill you!” the Maxwell wolf roared, leaping forward and slashing the other wolf across the face.

It recoiled, and prepared to counter, but Maxwell attacked again.

The werewolf growled in submission and ran.

The victor pawed the ground and moved to a tree, where it cocked a leg and marked the territory as its own.

It was now hungry.

Maxwell leapt from the trees and sniffed the air, searching for prey.

The smell of cooking meat made him drool, and he set off towards it, leaving massive paw prints in the ground behind him.


Jones put down his phone and smiled at James. “I’m afraid I’m going now. The taxi is just round the corner.

James sighed. “Okay. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

Jones nodded and picked up his hat.

Placing it on his head, he left the diner.

James picked up a slice of pizza and nibbled it, hoping Jones wouldn’t end up with a hijacked taxi that was keeping its fares.

Those ones were usually vampires.

He picked up his glass of water to take a sip, but stopped.

He had a feeling something bad was about to happen.

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