The vampiric night

The terrified feral arctic fox ran down a dark alley way; glancing up at the night sky as she ran; gripping onto her necklace tightly. Calm down Melanie. She thought. They won’t find you. Or so she hoped. Suddenly she was tackled to the ground, the air rushing out of her lungs as a strong arm smashed across her belly and she looked up into the face of her attacker.
“You have to make our race survive.” The wolf rasped, teeth gleaming. “Stop the others from doing what they plan. Stop us from being exposed.”
“Who-who are you?!” Melanie cried, trying to squirm out of his tight grasp.
“I’m so sorry.” Was his sympathetic reply.
He them bent down over her, mouth wide and bit into her neck, her blood rushing into his mouth and his poison seeping into the wound. After a second he removed his jaws and sunk his own fangs into his skin until it bled. “Drink.” He commanded.
Melanie, scared out of her wits, did what he told her to do. She wrapped her lips over the cut and drank ruby-black blood.
“Now this may sting a bit.” He said as she lifted her head away, the blood dripping off her chin. He wrapped his long fingers around her neck and suddenly twisted; breaking the arctic foxes neck and let the motionless body fall to the ground.
Melanie came to a few seconds later and looked up at the wolf, aware of a burning desire to drink blood. Everything seemed so clear to her now. She could hear the bustling gurgle of a river and the murmurs of people in the houses around them, able to make out their words clearly. And it wasn’t her hearing either, her sense of smell and sight had also improved.
“What do you mean about our race? What plan? What am I?”
The wolf straightened up. “You my dear are a vampire now. I can’t stay for long. There are hunts going on for vampires and witches and a hunting party is close by. Witches and vampires are rivals and the witches have slowly been killing us off one by one. I don’t know the details but the vampires are going to unlock some kind of tomb full of vampires underneath the city to kill the witches. There’s a vampire that resides on 46 Cafadel lane not too far from here. I hear that she’s very smart and will be able to help you. Now go and hunt for blood.”
“What if I don’t?” Melanie replied, hugging her fluffy tail.
“Since you haven’t finished the transition and you need blood to complete it, if you don’t then you will die. Now go. I will see you again one day.”
Melanie nodded, turned and ran down the alley. She could hear the hunting party now, they were near. She skidded to a stop at the end seeing a sleeping homeless anthro it a corner and sneaked up to him. Then she pounced sinking her teeth into the flesh on his neck and begun to drink. After she had her fill she started to run again, the warm blood rushing through her body; giving her strength and soon the cobblestones were flying underneath her as she dashed down more alleys and streets toward Cafadel Lane. She prowled down the street, keeping to the shadows as she walked, heading toward number 46.

"Get away from me!" the panther cried, shifting into feral and springing onto the counter. A wiry white feral vampire wolgon backed into the kitchen corner, trembling with horror at himself. Crimson blood dripped from his fangs onto the tile floor.
"Kiagre, my love, I'm sorry!" he whimpered miserably. The panther flared her feathered wings and hissed, her maw stretching to reveal razor sharp teeth.
"You!" she screeched. Leaping off the counter, she sank her talons into her mate's back, biting into the back of his neck, the blood trickling down her tongue.
Doesn't feel so nice, does it mutt? she was planning to say when she was done. But she never got the chance. The wolgon howled in pain and reared back on his hind paws, flaring his wings violently. Kiagre was thrown backward, her head making contact with the corner of the counter, and she knew no more. Less than a minute later, she awoke, cradled in the wolgon's arms. His blood red eyes met her own.

Melanie trembled as she walked up the dark steps of the house and lifted her paw up to knock.

"Why?" Kiagre whispered miserably staring up at him.
"I'm so sorry," her mate whined. "I couldn't control it."
"You wouldn't have come within a mile of me if you loved me, knowing what you'd become!"
She could see his face more clearly now than ever before, and hear things a long way down the road. A strange craving was also starting to flare up in her.

Melanie continued to knock but not getting any response sat down on the steps, her head in her paws. Her ears flicking as she picked up a distant convosation from down the road. I don't want to go through this on my own....

"I can't stay away from you," the wolgon replied.
"Then why didn't you warn me?"
"Because you'd have hated me."
"Well I found out anyway didn't I?" Kiagre spat sourly squirming out of his paws.
"And now we're alike," the wolgon added.
"You're so selfish! You're so rediculously unbelieveably selfish I- I-" Kiagre began crying uncontrollably.

Melanie's ears flicked at the slight sound. There was crying now. What was going on? She wearily trudged down the steps and looked out along the street.

As her mate looked on in silence, Kiagre flung open the door and streaked out into the night. She didn't know where she was going, just... away. It was partially the new thirst that drove her. She didn't know what she was looking for or what she would find or why, but she kept running down the quiet street, too upset to notice the new speed she moved with.

Melanie tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as a door banged open and a figure dashed down the street with amazing speed and knocked her off her feet.
"Watch where you're going!" She shouted.

"Sorry," Kiagre said startled, standing suddenly still and looking down at the arctic fox. Then she noticed the eyes. "You too?"

Melanie looked up into Kiagre's eyes. "You're-you're a vampire too?"

"Unfortunately," she replied sadly. "I hope I never pass it on to anyone else like it was passed to me." She sat down on the pavement, overcome with all the new scents and sounds that she finally began to notice. The thirst was more noticeable than anything else, but she tried to ignore that.

"How long have you been a...nightstalker?" Melanie asked, sitting beside her.

"Less than ten minutes ago I woke up like this," she replied regretfully. "My mate made me this way. And you?"

Melanie's ears drooped. "Less then half an hour..."

Kiagre stared at the ground thoughtfully. "It must be spreading fast. I wonder if everyone will end up like this?" Then looking at Melanie again, "Are you out here by yourself?"

Melanie nodded sadly. "Yes I am. I ran away from home and some wolf attacked me and gave me some information about witches, vampires and something about a tomb."

"Attacked you and then gave you information? Odd, but maybe we should check it out anyway, I'm curious now."

"Whats your name?" Melanie asked softly, tilting her head.

"Kiagre Moonshadow. What's yours?"

"Melanie Blackrose." She said quietly, holding onto her tail. "We better go find you something to eat..."

At Melanie's words she was suddenly more aware of the burning need for blood. "Sounds like a plan," she said. "I don't want to hurt anyone but I guess we don't have any choice now."

"Kiagre. You can make a choice...you can still decide your fate. You can eitheir choose to go out and hunt or not too. You're still in transition. You haven't fully become a vampire yet..."

"What will happen if I don't? Will it just stop?" She looked at Melanie with desperate anticipation.

"You will die....you will start to fade if you don't get the blood you need in the next few hours..." Melanie said softly.