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As I walked down the street leading into town, the moon started to peak high in the shadowy sky. I watched as the moon crest the earth with its white glow. I kept walking down the silvery sidewalk, the night aglow with light. This town, Hollowville, seemed so surreal to me—like the town and people seemed to melt together into a function.

“Hmm, tonight a good night for a hunt," I muttered to myself. I breathed in a sweet-scent of the nightly air. I could feel it engulf my body, running deep in my veins.

I looked around the area of the town and saw the glow of a coffee shop across me. Seeing no cars, I crossed the street and opened the door to Starbucks. The hot breath of coffee and pastries filled my senses. I let out a pleasant sigh.

Ahead of me was a young woman waiting in line for her order. Her pale, morbid-looking skin glowed in the dim flush of the lights above. Her ashen hair framed her perfect face, dipping down above her cobalt eyes. She was a tall casually dressed girl, everything seemed perfect about her, but it didn't, and I didn't know why.

So, when I walked next to her, my instincts fire rocketed inside me, the hair on the back of my neck bristled. Something was off about this girl. She didn't seem human, her scent lingered with death.

My arm “accidently" brushed hers. An icy shiver ran up my spine. I knew what she was . . . a vampire. I knew her kind—all of them cruel, heartless murders.

A growl started to erupt from my throat. I had to clench my teeth to contain it.

She turned around and stared at me, latte in her hand. I gave her a polite smile and said, “Sorry."

That murderess bitch smiled back and sought out a table. My eyes followed her closely.

“Miss . . . Miss . . ." the casher said, drawing my attention away from the vamp.

“Uh? Yes?" I asked, looking at the man in front of me.

“What would you like?" he asked.

I looked at the menu and pondered. “Hot chocolate, please."

Outside the closed coffee shop, I watched the blond vamp walk down the street leading to the train tracks. I lifted my muzzle to the sky and scented the air. When the air shifted to a tense atmosphere, I got the sudden feeling this vamp was on the hunt.

Leaping from roof top to roof top, I followed the blond demon. I kept close to the shadows, being careful not to be sensed.

She stopped and stood rigid. The air shifted around her, turning a deadly swirling mist.

My fur bristled to all end. My body tensed.

The vamp speed off down the street, stoking her prey.

I raced off after her, the night air ruffling my fur. Bouncing from one building to another, I kept sight of the vamp. She pulled a sharp turn to the public library, making my loss my target. When I caught up with her, she had a young man's neck in mouth. A fiery spindle entranced my body. I leapt from a tree I was perched on and rammed my body into the vamp's.

She let go her grip on her victim and threw me off with inhuman strength. She turned toward me, crouching, her teeth barred.

I leapt at her, crushing her windpipe in my strong paws.

The vamp gripped my paw and painfully twisted it, breaking my grip. She gripped my throat and thrashed my body into the bike stand. That knocked the wind from me. She stared at me. “What the fuck are you?" she asked.

“What do you think I am?" I wheezed out.

She released her grip and stepped back. “Ah! I don't have time for this!" she growled.

She pulled me to my feet-paws and forced me to look into her dilated eyes. “You will not fight with me. You won't do anything, no, you'll just stand here."

I let my features and body go slack in that dazed state. But then I smiled at her. “Sorry, bitch. That doesn't work on me."

She snarled at me and tried to make a swipe at me with her razor nails, but I docked out of the way, leaping onto the library roof.

When I looked down, she was gone. My fur bristled again, my instincts telling me to look behind. I straightened up and rotated my neck. With my added speed, I twisted around, clenching her icy neck. My eyes stared deep in hers.

She eyes widened and started to quiver under my bone crushing paws, wisp of fear rolled off her.

“How dare you hunt in my town, you filthy blood sucker!" I sneered.

With my other paw, I gripped her neck. I sank my fangs into her tissue and ripped her fucking head off.

I spat out her foul-tasting blood and kicked her dislodged head off the roof into some bushes. The air reeked of decay around the vamp's body. It was surely starting to give me a headache.

I walked off the rooftop and landed lightly on my paws. I kneeled down near the human.

“Oh. . . ." he moaned painfully.

Nipping my arm, I brushed it over the human's mouth, my blood spilling past his redden lips. I smiled when I say the color return to his skin. “Don't worry, you're safe," I whispered. I fed him a few more drops of my healing blood before caring him to the local high school and shadowing (teleported) him into the warm building.

Back at my Den, I laid on the couch with my Mate, Kari.

He looked down at me and pecked a kiss on my furred forehead. Even though he looked so calm and peaceful, I could sense he was still worried over me. His icy eyes looked into mine glowing yellow eyes.

I smiled at him to reassure him I'm ok. I nudge my muzzle against the hollow of his neck, breathing in his sweet scent. God, did he smell so good.

He chuckled and tipped my head back and gave me a very passion. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me, my tail thumping behind me. My muzzle locked with his. I so didn't want this to end.

“Ahem," a voice said behind us.

Reluctantly, we broke our kiss. I poked my head above the backrest of the couch. In front of me was shapely bat. His paws on his hips, his leathery wings disclosed against his back. He looked at me with amusement plastered on his muzzle.

“What?" I asked. In a swift, fluid move, leapt over the couch.

Valist grinned from ear to ear, showing his sharp, pointed teeth. “It is true? Did you really fight a vampire?" he asked, his voice leaked with excitement.

I walked up behind him and whispered into his pointy ear, “Of course."

“Chris, don't tease my mate," Valist mate, Nora, said, walking in. She was a tall, stocky snow leopard. Her predatory piercing eyes looked down at her mate. She wore a black blouse with a purple skirt, with seemed to contrast her spotted fur. Her tail lulled out from under the skirt.

She walked over and wrapped her arms around her mate's neck. She pecked him a quick kiss on his muzzle.

Valist blushed a deep crimson under his charcoal-black fur.

I smiled. This defiantly was an interesting town; I'll give it that.

Looking around, I could see Luc and his Mate, Tristan, sprawled out on the couch near the far side of the room. Tristan looked at me and gave me a quick wink before returning his attention to Luc.

Their relationship is defiant a new for my kind and with the wolves. Normally, wolves fall in love with a were. Other times were's fall in love with humans. But when a wolf falls in love with a human is rear.

Turning away from them, I saw a badger rapping his big, burly paws on the coffee table in front of him, keeping in rhythm to whatever he was listening to through a pair of ear buds. Next to him was a big black panthertaur, listen to the same song as the badger.

“Chris . . ." My Mate's voice drew me back from my observation of the mixture of were's, wolves and furs clustered in my living room.

“Why don't we ditch this place and go for a walk in Central Park?" asked Kari.

My tail wagged vigorously behind me as I nodded, grinning like the wolf I am.

Kari got up. He took my paws in his, lift me up.

“Ahem," a voice behind whispered. A Dalmatian by the name of Garik stood before us, wearing a fishnet shirt with a bandana around his next. His fur was tussled in certain areas. He had a pair of sleek, black jean, with curved his hips perfectly.

“Can I go with you guys? I haven't been out in awhile." Garik said.

I looked at Kari, shrugging. “Why not?"

Garik smiled. He walked over to me and grasped my paws.

Kari did the same.

I took a deep breath before Shadowing us into town.

We popped up at the cross roads of the school it's self and park across. We gingerly swept across the street, keeping a sharp eye out for any humans.

The entire landscape was frosted with pale moonlight. Central Park was a glossful winterland, sparking with the light overhead. The grass and leaves of the trees before us splayed in a glow. Lively was night as we walked past the large Oka. The night seemed to crest the park with its light.

Nearby the playground swings veered in the gentle, cool breeze that swept the fallen leaves that clustered to the earthly floor—unlike the slides that seemed indifferent to the breeze.

I felt calm here; the atmosphere here seems so serene and vacant with troubles of the world. It's a place of peace and serenity with the still night.

Kari gentle squeezed my paw.

God did he look so gorgeous with the light dancing of his glossy fur coat and those beautiful orbs of icy-blue. His eyes shined with brightness what was not reflected from the moonlight. No, they held a passionate spark to them.

My Mate leaned over and gave me a lick-kiss on the cheek. “I love you, my angel of the night," he said in Language of the Wolves.

“Love you too, Wolfkiss," I replied in the same tongue.

Garik, who abandoned us after we arrived, had run ahead, twisting his canine form into a blur of white-poke-a-doted fur.

“Get back here you spotted mutt!" I giggled.

“Make me!" he giggled back.

I smiled.

As night went on, I wrapped my arm around my Mate's waist. Leaning into him, I rested my muzzle on his shoulders while he rested him muzzle on my head.

I was with my Mate and that's all that mattered.

But soon, I go more into thinking out this dank little town that we lived it. True it's boring and dull here, but it's filled with amazing people here with good hearts. And even though most of the humans here were oblivious to the inhuman community here, the furries, and the were's, you could always find a helping hand here.

And we rounded the corner to where the rest of my Pack and furs were, I couldn't help to be thankful of the town I live in.

And as my handsome foxtaur friend, Tanner, trotted up to us, there was this one word that seem to churn in my mind: Hollowville.