When Loves Collide

"Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Sammraim from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands filthy. From forth the fatal offspring of these two foes a pair of ill fated lovers take their life; whose misadventure piteous overthrows bring forth their death bury the parents strife." It takes the death of two great loves in order to end a lifelong strife; behold the tale I shall tell you now.

The clock has struck twelve a full moon's light acts a spotlight of detection on scum in the streets, the
streets flicker with the lights of neon signs and the only sounds are the hustle and bustle of drunkards and runabouts leaving the dance clubs and bars to get back home for work early tomorrow. One of such in this group is David, a visiting tourist to Sammraim with his good friend Charles. They originally came to this city from rumors that the girls in this place were fast and easy and they wanted to find that fact out first hand (or mouth or any other orifice for that matter). David and Charles stumbled out of the club called The Front all they had to do now is remember how to get back to their subway stop if only their minds weren't clogged and fogged with massive amounts of cheap liquor.

"Sch-arli...where do we have to go and cache that damn six train back to the hotel?" asked David like a drunken slob.

"H-h-how am I supposed too know David, you were the one supposed to know this town, I just came for the pussy. Which we failed so badly because you decided to place your face in that girl's crotch without even asking what her name was." Charles said so sternly smacking his friend in the back of the head.

"Hey Charlie, you should of saw the way she was staring at me all night, you just don't understand."

"Yeah, I understand I gotta case of the blue balls cause of you. Hey, I think I see a subway stop right across the street, let's go cut through this alley." Charles said in a hurry since he heard a train approaching underneath the thick slabs of concrete covered with used wads of chewing gum and urine from the homeless.

Charles and David stumble through the long dark hallway, they knock over garbage cans and trip over the alley's native's bare feet. Shrieking cats becoming alarmed from the noises as they are disrupted from their midnight munching of fish heads and trash out of the garbage cans. But one force in that alley is rudely disturbed for better or worse are three, monotonous and evil shadowed figures. Charles and David might not know of them, but I have watched these three agents of death wreak havoc on fair Sammraim since I was but a mere child. They are in a gang called the Red Claws, which in a nutshell is a rich Latino family of werewolves named the Garbanzo's surrounded with family members and fellow faithful werewolves out to use mankind as a mere stepping stone to conquer the world of it's impurities. The prince of this crude tribe is Tyreseus, the prince enforcer of death and gore led by his two cousins Samanuel and his brother Gregor.

"David, did you just hear that howling noise it sounded like y'know, a werewolf or something."

"Just calm down Charlie, you've just seen Werewolf In The Deep Dark Alley way too many times and think those hellish beasts actually exist. C'mon I can see the mouth of the alley, in a few more feet we'll be at the subway", proclaimed David who was stumbling closer and closer to the exit.

Suddenly an eclipse of darkness engulfed that opening as three beasts blocked it with their thick black bodies. Little did Charles and David realize they weren't leaving this alley alive tonight.

"Hey, whoever the fuck you are, just get out of the way. I'm drunk, upset and tired and nothings gonna stand in our way, no not tonight." David said and he romped and stomped closer to the figures in his rather defiant drunken personality.

Tyreseus saw the two young men and just had a smirk on his face, like he could really care what this filth might try and do to him and his boys from the house of Garbanzo. David approached the three figures and began to poke and shove his way through the mess of shadowy darkness. He thought he almost got halfway through until he felt a furry claw wrapped around his throat and the sharp nails slowly began to dig into his tender flesh and voice box. David let out a gargle and it alarmed Charles well, Charles stayed back about five feet with terror shivering down his spine. Charlie felt the impeding effects of foreshadowing

Creeping up on him. The Garbanzo's each dug into their pockets and they all lit up some cancer sticks. The flint and sparkle of their matches sparked up the visages of their ghastly nearly canine faces and David and Charlie were now full of fear.

"Your race of the human kind sickens me so, our race has watched you crawl out of the primordial slime and watch you develop into the so called leaders of the free world and harbingers of peace and love. Little do you know of the true leaders of this planet, and as we expand your numbers of population shall be our feast, a banquet on the souls of the homo inferior race. Now I shall prove to you exactly how much more powerful and righteous we are to rule this planet." Tyreseus exalted and his fangs grew and his nails grew longer, digging deeper into David's fragile neck. David let out a whimper to his friend Charlie hoping he might understand and go find some help. Tyreseus' jaw dropped as strands of saliva dripped from the ends of his canines and they were propped up for the feasting.

"Who dare says which of these mere mortals are for the feasting rights reserved for the house of Garbanzo? Nowhere in any form of written law of this state or a higher power does it guarantee such a filthy course of action shall be delved out to you Tyreseus. The flesh of the fledglings belongs to me and my fellow countrymen, those of the house of Lucabrasci." Such discouraging words rung through the ears of Tyreseus, words that only his vile enemy Benny Lucabrasci could pronounce with such an annoying and crude Italian accent. The Lucabrascis are the other rival gang called the Vamps in this story, a rich and powerful Italian family deeply embedded in the history of Sammraim always connected with fear. Both of the leaders of the families have fought an ongoing rivalry between the children of the night. The Lucabrascis have always hated the werewolf Garbanzos and the Garbanzos have always hated the vampire Lucabrascis. A feud that has gone on for so long neither one of them knew how it started only that it must continue with blood shed on both sides and the fate of the human race teetering for both sides. And now this infinite quarrel continues in this alley, three members of the Garbanzos are ready to fight Benny and his two cousins Michael and his brother Sonny.

"A dog of the house of Lucabrasci moves me", claims Tyreseus, "Benny, these creatures are ours for the taking. If you think you are proud and cocky enough to rip this weakling out of my firm grasp of his life, I suggest you do it now before his life force becomes one with mine." Tyreseus comes in closer for the kill and David can feel the hell fire of his breath moving the delicate follicles on his neck. At the time Benny transformed into a green mist and his two fellow cousins turned into bats and quickly flew to their rivals. Their bodies are transformed back into their living dead flesh and appear right in front of Tyreseus and his men. Benny grabs David out of Tyreseus claws and drops his body to his two countrymen.

"Do you dare do such a thing as bite your thumb at me sir, for if you do; you must now pay for the consequences that come with it." Says Benny to Tyreseus and a huge brawl ensues between the forces of evil. Pistols are pulled out first as a sign of seriousness, both gangs carried this weapon and it was the one device of destruction that would surely pierce and harm their near God-like bodies since all their bullets were of silver. The silver that was so pure that could be the only thing to cure the cold darkness of evil that lay within the hearts of all of these monsters of human society. But they think bullets wouldn't be fitting enough for this battle so they instead attacked and clawed each other with their primal instincts of claws and fangs.

David was in the pit of it all and his friend Charlie is too unsure whether to run or save his friend. But at the current moment Charles was shitting in his pants to believe that such factitious monsters really exist in this crazy town and he and David were going to be on the main course. David slowly tried to crawl his way towards his best friend, his life juices were pouring out of his neck leaving a mere "bread crumb trail" for the gangs to follow. David only made it a few feet before Sonny, Michael, Samanuel and Gregor pounced on his body as a tigress does to her prey to bring back to the cubs. David cried and writhed in agony to his best friend for help but poor Charles was stricken with fear to watch his friend be ripped apart for the assortment of teeth and claws. Organs, flesh and hair from David's mangled corpse were being flung about. It was when a miscellaneous mixture of David's face splattered amongst the wall and Charles clothes. They were flung from Samanuel and Sonny's teeth as if they were two mongrels fighting over a chunk of steak. The splattered goop on Charles and he knew that his friend was beyond salvation and that it was time for him to get out of this immortal war.

"Oh dear God! Somebody help me!" Cried Charles off the top of his lungs, he was begging and begging for help. He ran the opposite way of the quarrel hopefully trying to reach the club of The Street once again and tell them of the bizarre occurrences. Charles finally reached the end of the long black corridor he finally bumped into a tall ominous figure cloaked in long drooping velvet covering his face. Charles' tight clenched fists clawed at the figures robes begging for redemption out of this nightmare. "Mister ya gotta help me, there's vampires and werewolves and they're ripping my best friend apart down there, I don't know what ta do, you gotta call the police or something. Ya gotta, ya gotta, y'know-."

"Peace my son, you will find peace soon, husssh." The tall dark figure calmed down Charles with his soothing words. Snot and tears were running down Charles' face, his stuttering words of fright had ceased to end. He thinks he has finally found peace and is going to be saved but he thinks wrong. The robed figured lone finger points out from his sleeve and caresses the area underneath Charlie's chin and around his neck. The one finger turns into four more as they shoot out of the sleeve and grasp Charlie's neck. The figure hoists Charles' two hundred pound body up with the slightest of ease. His body is finally straight up in the air and the figure's head is inclined back a bit to stare at his fate less victim. The hood falls down and an old man's face is present to Charlie, he has many wrinkles and his beard and moustache fall down to his mid chest. His slightly pointed up ears to the full moon are the final distinct vision Charles can encompass in his mind as his head is shot off from his shoulders and falls into a nearby garbage can. The two men's lives are no more but food for the Gods.

"Now why did you have to do that Dark Prince, his was our flesh for the taking." Questioned Benny only hoping his lust of blood and guts could be fulfilled more and more tonight.

"Says who, Lucabrasci." Tyreseus said, "there is no flesh is this world set a side for your vampiric kind except for the rotting corpses resting in the cemeteries across this land."

"Enough of your bickering you two little insolent children." The man in the long robes barked at his adoptive children and scolding them for the wrongs they have committed. "There have been three civil brawls lately all bred from your airy words on the arrogance over who is destined for the flesh of these beings." The Dark Prince pointed a finger at the two lying corpses on the ground, organs and the life flowing juices spattered about the alley. "Three times have you disturbed the quiet of these streets and further more disturbed the peace loving folk of this community. Why do you think we've lived so peacefully for all these eons without being hunted down by torch wielding mobs such as back in our fair ancestral home of sweet Transylvania. But now the more you two let your feud get into the world's of this human scum there will be no more peace for us." The Dark Prince pauses for a moment and he walks around the messes of the bodies. He grabs both Tyreseus and Benny by their ears like an old schoolmaster: "If ever you disturb these streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. Why else do you think there are so many comic books, video games and movies about our race; the Homo Superior race that fears nothing except being revealed."

"But my Lord, it was the Lucabrasci's fault, my men and I had this completely under wraps until this filth decided to waltz on in and try to steal our prizes away." Begged Tyreseus to the Dark Prince.

"This filth? It was I who had to make sure that this debaucher wouldn't allow the cattle to escape and alert some more humans." Said Benny.

"ENOUGH!" The Prince screamed, "You little children must understand that the Homo Inferior race fears what they do not understand. If they were to see that there were vampires, werewolves, ghouls and ghosts in the world; why we'd instantly be exterminated. All they have to do to you vampires is merely wait till it's daytime, knock over your buildings, find your coffins and jab you with a stake. And you werewolves are vulnerable to silver and the wolfsbanerilium root which any of these human scum could pick up at their local grocer. So I warn you a final time, I do not care who is to blame for the beginning of the feud, for I am the one to finish it. This bickering must end and the Homo Superior race must be united as one to conquer this planet. I have spoken and the Dark Prince now must exeunt to watch over you again."

It is now another night, not just a regular night but also one of fun and mischief. It was Devil's Night; a festive holiday in which all gangs took seriously in the realms of feasting and fun. They are sitting around a banquet table feasting over a Crack/Cocaine dealer who was dirtying up their streets with his filth of being black, a trait that all of the prejudice Italians despised in their neighborhoods. The boys were dressed up in a mockery fashion as the Red Claws. They were hoping to commit some crimes that the local townsfolk would have anger at them. For you see, the fact that these two families/gangs may live the ways of the night, their alter ego's also have a daytime lifestyle too. Both gangs are widely feared except no onereally sees much of the Vamps in the daytime except for their servants who have to cause mischief and collect the money from their protected. But in some Latino neighborhoods the Red Claws are respected individuals. It would be so much fun for the Vamps to cause mischief and terror in their neighborhoods so that they could deal with the harassments from the local police. Oh what a joyous night it is going to be for the boys, another night and another slaying, the Lucabrasci boys are at the local hangout near the beach. The sounds of the ocean crashing against the sandy shore are the only break points of noise emitting from the Italian vampiric gang, noises from the chomping of their fangs ripping into a new carcass and hearing the words of some stereotypical Italian gossip. No, it is the sunken look on the poor Rome; his heart was just broken by a girl who practically drove a wooden stake in his heart. All of Rome's friends were trying to cheer him up and to get him out of his state of depression with their rambunctious attitudes.

"Master please", said the servant of Rome named Renfield, a half vampire and half human being that devoted his whole entire life to making sure Rome is not hit by sunlight or other opposing vampiric forces. Every one in the royalty of Lucabrasci got one and they got to pick it out of the finest litter, and Renfield was no exception with his undying servitude. "If you do not feast you shall wither away to nothing but a pile of bones and fangs, please eat and cheer up".

"Come now my cousin Rome," said Benny. "Try some of this black guy we found on the street, I can still taste the Crack flowing in his veins."

"Sigh..." said Rome. "The only thing that would make me better if Rosey would return to me and take this stake out of my heart that she so deeply plunged within me."

"Eh, snap out of it Rome," said Michael. "You know that whore cheated on you with one of those humans. But still your heart is still broken and you can't accept it to move on with your undead lifestyle. I can imagine why she would cheat on ya with that guy, he was a Sicilian since I tasted the nigga in his blood, hahahaha."

"Enough of such foul talk of my Rosey, Michael," roared Rome and slapped his cousin in the face knocking him from his bench at the dinner table. "I will not hear from anybody what happened that night anymore, in fact I don't want to even hear-", at that moment Rome's voice was halted from the sound of beats approaching the seaside. All the boys looked up from the banquet table and could see a long Cadillac type of car approaching. The beats of the new hit song "I'll Rip Out Your Heart If You Let Me" could be heard from miles away blasting out of the car's stereo system. All of the boys knew who was approaching there party at that moment and didn't even give a second guess to continue to party harder with their newer guest and best friend of the Lucabrasci's.

"By the lights of my lifeless eyes, it is Mervin who comes to our feast," Sonny cried at the tops of his lungs. Everyone at that feast knew of what type of animal of the parties Mervin was. Sonny could remember certain nights they would ransack Sammraim's local convent and terrorize "God's little women" with pornography they taped over all the stained glass windows. Or how they went to bars with Michael and Benny picked up some fast and easy women, bang them and then use their bodies for their other nearly immortal appetites of destruction. He thought to himself, "Oh Mervin, what do you have in store for us on this fair night."

"Well, well, well, hi-hi hi there my fellows, how fair is this night of Devil's night. I can smell the hint of freshly flayed flesh in the air. What's on the menu tonight m'boys." Questioned Mervin, he looked down at the banquet table as he skipped towards it. Mervin was a joyous and gay soul; he loved feasts and festivals more than anyone else in the gang. No one else could even party as hard as he did also with his awesome array of hallucinogens, uppers, downers and booze, he was a walking and skipping drug source for the group. "I know of that guy, he used to sell on Chambers street; well I guess he has now served his full service- as the food of the Gods." Mervin looked over to his dearly beloved best friend Rome, he could see the tears and sadness on his face. The only thing that could cheer him up was the two new gifts he brought for the boys tonight. "Rome and my brothers, do I have a gift for you tonight."

"Ohhh, what is it this time Mervin," questioned Rome. "It is going to be another excursion of how you said Michael Jackson was over your house for dinner?"

"Or how about the time you told us about those little creatures that multiply when they're hit with water", asked Sonny. "And how if they eat after midnight they turn into little green men and cause mischief?"

"Nay, say nay me hardies," said Mervin. "On this fair night known to us creatures as Devils night, a night of fun, games and mischief. I know of a smashing party at none other than our rivals the Garbanzo's estate". Mervin stuck his hand down his pants and pulled out several enveloped pieces of paper and with a smile and twinkle in his eye he said, "you are invited". He threw the envelopes at his friends, the silver calligraphy on the covers glinted in the moonlight. The envelopes said "We the estate at the Garbanzos invite you Mervin to our Devil's Night bash plus four guests".

"Are these for real Mervin," asked Michael?

"Of course they are Mikey," said Rome, "Mervin, unlike us is either a Vampire or a Werewolf, he is in the bloodline of the Dark Prince and puts him on neither side of our conflicts".

"Oh that is right, but you boys are just lucky I stick with your side". But then Mervin looked at the glint in his best friend Rome's face, he was really only hanging out with Vamps because he was secretly in love with Rome. There was no other man out there more sensuous, a ripped package and a tight ass. For years they had been friends growing up together, and experiencing childhood before Rome was picked at the certain age to be a vampire. When his father took him aside at his eighteenth birthday party and drank from his neck and Rome drank from his arm. Now Rome is frozen in that perfect adolescent state for the rest of his life, he is ripe for Mervin's picking. Hopefully tonight will be the night that Mervin can tell his best friend how he really feels about him, and it should be quite easy after he reveals to him his second surprise. "And my fellows the second gift I have for you is the gift of delight and excitement. A new prize for all your jutted torn souls, something that I'm sure can lift your spirits to a new high, even you, my poor depressed Rome," Mervin put a hand on his friend's shoulder and squeezed tightly.

"Nothing could change my estate my friend, I wouldn't even care if you found me some piece of ass or the finest tasting morsel from anybody", sulked Rome. "No, I think this evening as Devil's Night on this year, I'm just going to stay at the sea side and burry my sorrows in some drug dealer", Rome said so depressed and squeezed the dealer's heart over his face and let the drops of crimson splash on his pale dead skin.

"It is love, that has done this to you my friend, and it will be my love that brings you out", and Mervin said just hoping he could just bend over and kiss his best friend on the lips with that romantic line. "For I have brought deliverance upon thee, with my love to you and you all I have the prophecy of a new age of romanticism, I call it "R", a new drug that me and Father Xavier concocted together. Much for potent than ecstasy, more visual than acid, and more giddier than pot, it is a super drug that shall enlighten this night ten fold."

"No, I really can't Mervin", said Rome. "Those drugs will only dig me down a deeper path of sadness, the only way I can confront my sadness of my poor Rosey's actions. I am just going to sit here and sulk and let this thing pass and that's how it's going to be, I'm sorry."

"Oh c'mon now Rome", said Benny. "We are going to be fucked up at the estate of our enemies the Garbanzo's. Imagine everything we can steal from them; everyway we can mock them right underneath their noses; and everyway we'll have a chance to humiliate their women when we get them in our bed's tonight which you need to do and move on with your depressed life."

"Yeah c'mon now Rome, we can't miss this opportunity, we'll be able to brag about it for ages to come and the next brawl we have with those spics", Michael and Sonny said to their cousin trying to use the old peer pressure technique to get the saddened man out tonight.

"Please Rome, we're doing it for you and you should do it for us", said Mervin. "We all love one another and watch each other's back to make sure nothing bad could happen. This night is going to be a blast and we have to do it together or else it just won't come through. You know how much fun your going to have to even brag to your father that you crashed your enemy's party and stole their women, he will be so proud of you fair prince."

"Well I guess you boys twisted my arm enough", said Rome. "It's not like I really want to sit around getting fatter on a black man's blood sulking in my own tears on such a joyous night of festivities as tonight."

"Then I shall stay my lord and tidy up this carcass, your coffin shall be prepared when you return from the party", said Renfield.

"Thank you Renfield, whatever would I do without your services", said Rome.

"Come, let us go to my pumpkin lead by mice and leave for the ball", Mervin said joyfully and the boys followed their friend; oh what a joyous night this was going to be.

The boys arrived at the party before the clock struck twelve; the room was full of an aristocratic sense of werewolves. There was no sense for them to appear in the pure werewolf form with fur and fangs throughout the dance floor, but what they did resemble was there human counterparts. Who were heavy influences in the political and economical Latino neighborhoods in the city of Sammraim. They were there to socialize with their human business partners, members of office in the city's high council of leaders and so on and so forth. The only thing that you might find frightening, my fellow human friends, is that every one there was also dressed up for the Devil's Night Bash. It was full of ghouls, zombies, and vampires and of course werewolves pretending to be werewolves. The werewolf disguises were associated with the Garbanzo family, a tradition they followed for centuries, since the beginning of the great civil feud with the Lucabrasci family. Rome, Mervin and the crew also fit in with this crowd of ruffians since they had originally planned to give the Garbanzo family a bad name on the streets. They were amazed at such sights in the ballroom, such as statues of the Ancients, the very ancestral strain of the Dark Prince and Mervin. Furniture made of the flesh and bones of humans, a scent that any creature of the night could smell it's dry and stretched flesh pulled across a recliner. And the many wax candles that fully illuminated the palace, from the floor of the tall twisted bent metal candle holders, all the way to the ceiling of the glass chandelier, it's Godlike aura reflected off of all twisting shards hanging from gold chains and strings of pearls.

"Come now my brothers, it is most; hehehehhe, um essential that weee heheheheh can't let our cover be blown", Mervin said so high and gaily; he was restraining so hard to keep his stoner giggles to shoot through his fangs. That little drug called "R" effected each one of the boys differently to correspond with all the different chemicals and drugs used to give it's birth by Father Xavier and Mervin. Mervin had the giggles, Sonny kept chattering his teeth and felt the shivers run through his body and Michael's heart pulsated ten times it's normal rate, freshly stolen life juice pumped through his veins more and more. More and more blood was shooting all throughout it's body in the flash of a second, his pores and veins were gasping more of the crimson fluid draining Michael of it's source and desperately needing a substitute soon. He was getting the blood munchies and had to feed soon, he freed himself from his main group of friends and went to head over for the coat checkroom. Hopefully some unsuspecting human will be snared into his grasp. Michael past Rome and Benny, on one hand Benny felt the effects of "R" of seeing the little white angels on his shoulders, on his arms, on his hands, on his torso and crotch down to his toes. Covered with God's little messengers proclaiming the word of the Lord prancing all about on Benny. Benny bugged out and crawled himself up in a little ball preventing the light from entering his dark soul. His body disappeared in the bottomless pit of the dance floor; long legs and swinging torsos engulfed Benny's body like a swarm of locusts. Now it was time for Rome to spend the remainder of his high all by himself.

Rome had one of the worst experiences from the drug, people in costumes and members of the Garbanzo family flew by him at amazing speeds and at the same time others flew by at speeds snails could beat them in a race. An extreme sense of fear and paranoia was going through poor Rome, he thought his rival family would know he himself was not a true werewolf and that he would die a gruesome horrible death with the rest of his family brethren. In the far distance behind Rome was Mervin, that terrific party animal leading the way of the so-called "ghoul" conga line. Mervin was singing and dancing having such a great time, he only felt better pulling the wool over the old werewolf's eyes by bringing in a whole group of family opposers. Rome knew he should move away soon since he saw the conga line itself aiming in Rome's direction, how could he be touched by such and felt of other monsters while he was imagining the feeling of worms and bugs crawling over him right then. He ran in a panic towards a room that was slightly ajar, in it's bright red colors you could see one angelic figure dressed in virginal white pacing back and forth in the room. She passed a bed repeatedly where a rather plump figure sunk into the mattress dressings and coils. Rome became curious over which creature this could be getting his attention so easily so he decided to check it out where he saw a conversation between the two already in place.

"Nurse Rosalita why is it that my father, the very great leader of this royalty, not allow me to go outside with the party guests. I just turned sixteen so I demand that I am treated with some respect in this family. And there is no use to ask my mother for help since she is just a little bubblehead and never knows what's going on or able to help me. I must be able to go out there", demanded the very beautiful werewolf princess Julietta, one of the most beautiful females in all of Sammraim.

"I am sorry my little lolita darling, but as the trusted nurse of the Garbanzo family, I sworn to the king, your father, to protect you and oversee you from doing wrongs, such as young boys. I for one would love to see you find love myself but I have sworn to the crown. Besides such distractions could deter you from your rightful bet roved marriage with Prince Phillip in the years to come".

"But I don't love him, I must find my own true love, not to have it offered to me like some pompous windbag served on a silver platter. There must be something out there for me".

"You'll find it someday Julietta, he is a beautiful young man, oh look it's that charming cousin of yours Tyreseus", and on that note the sly Latino slithered into his little cousin's room.

"Oh- why hello ladies", Tyreseus acted startled to the women, he had planned to come into the room as his cousin was changing. His incestuous gaze traveled all along the curves of his sweet little relative, "Poor, poor Julietta, how sad are you?"

"Just leave me alone Tyreseus, I don't need you picking on me right now."

"Oh, but I just came by to tell you I could sneak you out of here later on and you could come to the dance floor and so that I may amongst your adoring beauty."

"You, get out of here Tyreseus, I'll here no such talk at all", and the Nurse shooed Tyreseus hot of the room and shoved him outside. The door slammed and only Julietta remained in the still dark of her room where only the lights of her night slip was the only thing showing way.

The door then reopened again but this time it was Rome to pull open the handle. Luckily his costume looked much like Tyreseus and Julietta just happened to believe it was he again. "Tyreseus, Rosalita just got you out of here when will you learn?"

"My name is not Tyreseus, I am Rome, and I think you are the most absolutely beautiful young woman I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on", and Rome took off his mask to reveal his glowing visage to the young princess. Her face glowed with excitement that such a handsome young man had come into her room. Maybe he was there to rescue her from the tyrannical rule of her parents, and send her to paradise by being swept up in his arms. But still a hint of fear was in her body wondering how a complete stranger got up into her room.

"No! You mustn't stay here, the royal guards shall find you and take you away or possibly kill you, and you should really leave."

"I shall risk death to be in your presence for even a few seconds."

"N-n-no you really should go please, I'll scream RAPE if you don't leave now."

"Then just let me leave with this last gift", and Rome inched his way towards Julietta's lips, his eyes were shut but hers were wide opened, half terrified by a stranger about to kiss her and half paralyzed in much anticipation over her desire for the young boy. They made contact and the saliva flowed between the two, the girl was ecstatic and the boy was forceful and defiant. His tongue slowly writhed it's away through the mouth barrier. She received him gladly and her head cocked back allowing him easier passage. All of a sudden their concentration was broken and another time the door creaked open, but this time it was Rosalita and Tyreseus re-entering. Angered busted through all his veins of Tyreseus, his angered engulfed the one pure desire to kill and mane his main reason to kill called Rome.

"Vile freaking bastard, I shall not allow you to pursue your pervert actions any longer in my house, now you die", and Tyreseus pounced on towards his offender and tried to grasp a hold of him. Rome squiggled out of his grasp, hit Tyreseus in the face to knock him unconscious and his body hit the floor. Rome gave the girl one more final kiss and glare goodbye, he hit the passageway of the door and flew out to look for his friends on the dance floor. Tyreseus reawakened from his little slumber and his rage became only more infuriated. "MY BROTHERS! MY COUSINS! There is a thieving dog in this house and its festering name is Lucabrasci, we must take vengeance now". And Tyreseus called up a vampiric lynch mob throughout the party gathering all his relatives. They sleeked out their opponent and soon enough no rock or leaf was overturned. Especially when they reached into the coat check room, Tyreseus and the others so a pile of corpses on the ground each with two little holes on the sides of their necks. Their bodies were drained of the life juice called blood non other than Michael Lucabrasci feeding off from the effects of "R" having the blood munchies. Tyreseus became even more angered to see some many guests slain under their noses and again they tried to grab a vampire. But Michael changed his form into a vapor and seeped out of the tight room. He knew that now was the time to flee or they he find a stake in his heart soon or being strapped up for dawn. Michael saw Rome fleeing towards the exit door also and he felt a similar link that now was the time to leave. Along the way they picked up Mervin, Benny and Sonny from their partying exercises. All they cared about was now the time they all leave and head back to the hideout, which they did. But not a point in that excitement did Rome not think about that kiss and look from the sweet lovely Julietta, "she must be mine", he thought.

The boys left Rosalita and Julietta in the room all by themselves. Julietta had to admit she was still quite flustered from the kiss and needed some more. She believed she had found true love and she needed more. Rosalita objected to such a course of action. "But Rosalita, you have sworn secrecy to the crown, but my parents know nothing about this situation just you and me and Tyreseus. Please you must help me obtain my true love before he slips through my fingers forever".

"As you wish my princess, what is that I shall do for you to get this done, for I feel if such a merger of the families happens, all of this malice and violence will end. Either the conjoining of you and Rome or the departure from this planet are the only things that will end this feud."

"Rosalita, you are to act as my messenger and propose I would love to see Rome again, and that I dearly love him". And so Rosalita received the message and went on the quest in order to proclaim the word of Julietta to Rome, to propose the young girl's love.

Rome and the boys landed on their hangout at the beach. They were cheering from the excitement of escaping Tyreseus and the gang, adrenaline flowed through their veins and they were pulsing for more excitement. Lucky for them though that the Garbanzo family was right behind them and they pulled up alongside the Lucabrascis. Everyone poured out of their cars and congregated in the middle of the sand dunes of the beach.

"How dare you Rome do such a thing as kiss my sweet little cousin, that glory is reserved solely for me", said Tyreseus.

"Please Tyreseus, I mean you no personal offense, I only want to confess my love of Julietta and be with peace for the rest of my life. I deeply care for her and I feel she does the same, please allow our love to blossom."

"NEVER!" Tyreseus backhanded Rome in the face, his sharp claws raked across his cheekbones scarring him for quite some time. "How could I allow such of your filth to be a member of our family and associate yourselves with our name".

"But what is in a name Tyreseus, wouldn't a rose smell as sweet if it were called a fart?" And Rome pleaded again but Tyreseus would listen no more and rung his hands around Rome's throat. The Lucabrasci's panicked but knew to stay to the side, that this was Rome's appointment with destiny and it was not a ripe decision to interfere. But the one who did interfere was the one not associated by the bloodline with the Lucabrasci's was the one that loved Rome more than Julietta himself; Mervin.

"FOUL CREATURE! What mannerism of the dark ones decreed it your right to take the weights of justice in your hands to decide what is fair and unfair, right and wrong and the factors of love. No Tyreseus, you have no rights to make any type of the judgment. I shall show you what is right and wrong in this world right NOW", and Mervin flew towards Tyreseus and knocked him off of his desired lover Rome. He continuously punched Tyreseus in the face till the blood started to burst out of the orifices of his face and body. His mental stability snapped into madness and the only thing he really cared about was taking the law into his own hands and making sure such bad judgments of Tyreseus could happen again. Their scuffle rolled them around them in the sand kicking the gritty material in their open wounds burning them essentially bad. Samanuel saw what type of situation his brother was in so he threw his switchblade into the sand next to Tyreseus body hoping he would use it on his foe Mervin. Tyreseus picked it up and they rolled again, but this time Mervin unsuspectingly rolled on a blade and its tip went through one side of his abdomen to the other. Mervin let out a scream and his blood stained the sand, a smile crept across Tyreseus and Samanuel's faces, they knew that their plan work. Tyreseus stepped back knowing his job was finished with Mervin and he looked towards Rome.

"This specimen will serve as an example to you if you are to continue your conquest on my sister anymore, until we meet again in the night Rome", and Tyreseus led his men back to the cars and they sped away. Rome was left in the sand kneeling down cradling Mervin in his arms. Blood rolled down his chin and Mervin was gasping for air. He knew he didn't have much time left here so he had to let the cat out of the bag.

"Rome, please don't let me go unlamented, since I am the one that loves you and I threw him off of you to protect your life. Now that mine is almost gone I would like you to avenge me by not letting him make such mistakes as this in the future. I know that if you loved me as much as I do you would do the same", Mervin got very weak and sleepy and his force started to leave his body, Rome held him only tighter hoping with his firm grasp his soul would leave this place.

"Mervin please don't go, I really do love you", and his best friend knelt down and kissed him on the lips to suck his blood up. Mervin's life had left but that crimson juice passed along the avenging soul of Mervin and now Rome could feel the burning anger in his head and now was the time to find Tyreseus and the boys once more. He flew out in a rage heading towards the car, Michael and Sonny followed him to see the action but Benny remained to take care of his friend. The car sped away as a stout dark figure approached the cradling Benny on the beach, the figure came into full view and revealed herself as Rosalita and she told of her tale to Benny. And while he was surprised, he told her what had just happened here and that Rome had now ventured out to kill Tyreseus. Rosalita thought she was too late, and perhaps she was.

In the middle of the village square of Sammraim two cars bobbed up and down, teetering on their opposite sides of their bodies that should be on the ground. One car was full of Tyreseus, Samanuel and Gregor. Their bodies remain lifeless and were dead on the impact of their car flipping three times after the car chase with the Lucabrascis. They also were in a turn for the worse, Michael lay dead at the wheel, and the steering wheel column snapped in half in a large shard had pierced his chest. Sonny was in the back seat unconscious and Rome laid twenty feet from the car. He was ejected through his seat from not wearing a seat belt and he lay on the cobblestone raid amongst the broken safety glass. A dark figure was standing right above him stood a tall dark figure kicking Rome in the ribs trying to awake him from his temporary slumber. His name is the Dark Prince and he is very pissed off that the two families disobeyed his wishes and now the people suffer from this occurrence. The burning fuel and rubber is intoxicating to their lungs and it will be only a matter of time that the people will notice dead werewolves and vampires laid around everywhere just because of Rome's vengeance. Yes the Dark Prince knew all and knew how the whole chase started, he even knows how the feud started but he will never reveal that. Finally Rome awoke and the Dark Prince was so disgusted he told him that his punishment was banishment and he was never allowed into the halls of Sammraim ever again. And on that night, Rome flew for his life ready to find sanctuary somewhere away from Sammraim, somewhere away from his love Julietta.

Both opposing families learned of the saddening grief, King and Queen Garbanzo felt the anguish of loosing all of their nephews and Lord and Lady Lucabrasci knew they would never see their son again in their palace or hear that joyous laugh coming from Michael once again. They were both saddened and angered over whose fault it was that this began. But neither of them realize that it was neither their offspring's faults or the faults of the fathers of the past. It was their destiny, driven by the stars that brought all of these families together in a feud; a feud that had lasted for the ageless eons was soon coming to an end. And I was there to witness its dismemberment; the end or union of the prince and princess of the two families was the only thing to bring the feud to an end. And as I am about to tell you, it was that destiny that rested on my shoulders. Before Rome flew for Sammraim he had to confess his love officially to Julietta in an official eloped marriage. He felt terrible for the accidental deaths and making up to Julietta in marriage was the only thing he could do for her. And so that night, Rome had found sanctuary in my church. This was the least I could do to the young boy since he had spared my life years ago from being food to the lifeless Gods. I remember that frightening night all so well, when he and his ruffians approached me in the dark alley one night and cornered me for a feasting. But Rome had stepped forward and denied them from slaughtering a man of the church to the God's; I suppose even monsters have standards. It was for this reason that I Father Bruce allowed my divine intervention in this ill-destined feud.

"Father Bruce, my cousin Benny has told me what Julietta's Nurse Rosalita told him. On how she loves me and I love her with all my heart. Benny has passed my message back to her family once I saw him on my journey to your convent. It is up to you Father to end this utter blood shed once and for all, it will end with our wedding bonds and promises with my beautiful little Julietta."

"It shall be done my Prince, what else could I do but repay you for my life with ever enduring servitude. I would be more than happy than to end your kind feasting on the weak of these streets and perhaps leaving this area once you are happy together."

"For your help Father, I shall do it. My wife and I shall go away in our own version of Val-Hala and never return to this slimy grime pit. Me and Julietta shall multiply on our own and bring about a new race of beings that will even rule and surpass those of the Lucabrasci's and the Garbanzos."

"Then I shall go make the arrangements my prince, you are free to stay here in sanctuary in the mean time."

"Thank you Father Bruce."

Meanwhile, Nurse Rosalita announced the messages to Julietta, she was flush with excitement and her cheeks rosined and her eyes upturned like a little schoolgirl.

"The prince Rome wants you as his to become the queen of a new race. He wants to do it tomorrow night."

"What of my family Rosalita, surely I can not escape without them knowing where I went or anything. I would have to sneak out of here and never to return so that I may be in exile in the arms of my lover Rome."

"There is a way my lady, I know of a drug potent to werewolves called Wolfsbane, you can take this potion tonight and you'll go into a deep twenty-four hour sleep. Your family will think you died of an overdose of some kind and lay you out on the funeral pyre. You will awake that night when Rome stirs your sleep with love's kiss."

"But where am I to get such a potion my dear nurse."

"I know of a man of the church and a druggist named Father Xavier. He deals in all mannerisms of this sort. I shall go now and pick up the Wolfsbane and find Rome. I must also find Father Bruce who is a close personal friend of mine whom I know shall be able to perform the ceremony. I will then return to you with the drug and the gift of deliverance into true love."

"God speed my nurse and please hurry back so that I may enter my sweet dream land."

And the nurse sped off on her little quest, she stopped off at Father Xavier's chapel and told him of the story that she needs the Wolfsbane immediately, no questions asked and money is no object. Xavier was easy to oblige to the lady's wishes and the drug was passed to its new owner. Then she ran down towards the street and she bumped into me, Father Bruce as I was heading towards Father Xavier's house that night for a quick minute to pick up some ailments for my headache. There she approached me and explained the whole entire plan of to get the Wolfsbane and deliver back to Julietta and therefore tomorrow night I would marry the two. I agreed to her plan and that I would hurry back to my convent and tell Rome the news.

I arrived at my convent, the doors of the chapel were blasted open, my stained glass windows of saints and saviors were smashed by what looked like bricks and large rocks from the inside. The pews were knocked over and bullets from some ruffian's pistol shot up their splintered chunks of wood. I continued to walk down the aisle being mesmerized by all the hapless destruction and I stopped on my podium where I lay my Bible. There was a note written in blood, the parchment was curled up and stained yellow from years of the paper not being used. I noticed the penmanship was smeared and sloppy it must have been written in a hurry, and it stated this:

Father,

I regret to inform you that remaining members of the Red Claws had followed my servant Renfield to your chapel. They now know that I am still alive and living in Sammraim, they stormed your church destroying the place looking for me. I discovered Renfield before the Claws got to him first, the two of us laid in hiding while they destroyed your house of God I wrote this letter as quick as possible so that you were not worried about me. We are now fleeing to the neighboring city of Campbell, I know we shall meet again in the future Father when things calm down a bit, but for now just tell my Julietta that I love her so and it won't be long until I have her in my arms once more.

Sincerely,

Rome...

But how is Rome going to know about Julietta's plan, the whole thing will be a disaster and there will be no marriage after tomorrow but disaster. So I myself went on a quest to Campbell looking for Rome and his servant Renfield so that I may deny the ill destined fate if this plan doesn't go through.

It is now twelve hours later, the setting is dump hole in the ground in Campbell. Rome is in waiting of his servant, Renfield's return from Sammraim. Rome sent him on a small run to retrieve some of Rome's private things and some food since Campbell didn't have the stock of flesh that Sammraim did, the streets were completely disgusting and infected, who knows what diseases you would get from feasting on these mortals. Rome shivered in his make shift cardboard coffin trying to shield himself from the cold and disgusting scenery of the streets of Campbell, he then heard Renfield approaching. His constant mutterings to himself and the dragging of his left foot were dead give a ways of the ghoulish servant.

"Master, I have brought you your things and some most terrible news from whence I returned from Sammraim".

"Well how is mother and father, do they miss me?"

"But of course, but it goes much beyond that. There is much sadness on the streets in the Garbanzo neighborhood, their Princess is now dead."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY GHOUL?"

"I'm sorry Master I speak the truth", and Renfield cowered under the backhand of Rome's wrath. Rome soon fell into denial that his one true love was now passed from his grasp. "Tis true, her body is laying on funeral pyre in the Garbanzo Family Mausoleum, I saw it with my own eyes and they wept for her Master, now that you have lost your love".

"You filth you are lying to me, I shall not listen to the mutterings of a retarded mad man as yourself. Out of my way I am returning to Sammraim and I am taking my Princess with me to a far way land never to deal with such mannerisms of mortals or half mortals as yourself and never returning to this land. Good bye Renfield, and do not follow me."

"No wait Master, you mustn't, the families, the Dark Prince, they will all destroy you on your return. Please master, don't go, MASTERRRRR..." but to Renfield's worthless attempts, Rome paid no attention and hopped back into his car. His quest was to find his love and take her with him no matter where they go. His car pulled away and then a plump man in clerical robes had approached Renfield, I was that man and I hoped I was not too late to deliver my message of good will.

"Renfield, you must tell me where your Master is immediately."

"The Master is gone, he is returning to Sammraim to retrieve his dead love and be gone from all of our sights in his own personal exile for the rest of his life."

"Oh no, Julietta is not dead, and Rome is making a terrible mistake, quickly Renfield, hop into my Father Fats mobile and we shall hunt down Rome before he inflicts anymore damage on his life or sorrow for others."

"Yes Father, he is heading towards the Garbanzo Family Mausoleum to see her."

"There is no time to waste, hop in", and the two sped away in a car chase in order to beat Rome to the punch. We were trying to deny fate another victim in that city and as God was my witness I couldn't let another good soul go down.

Rome entered the mausoleum, his saw his dearly beloved on a pyre, floral arrangements and candles surrounded her body as goodbye gifts for her to enter into the afterlife. Rome approached her body, he saw that her beauty had never left her and she still looks as good as she ever did, tears ran down his face in a race to reach his chin and fall upon her body. He fell to his knees and sobbed and sobbed, he slowly rose in order to look his one true love in the face a final time before he was truly joined up with her in peace in another realm of happiness. He knelt down and kissed her on the lips, he could still feel her angelic warmth and she felt it also at the moment but still frozen in her Wolfsbane state she could do nothing about it.

"Since you left me in one world my love, I shall meet you in the next", and Rome whipped out his silver packed pistolette and aimed it at his heart, "the pain you brought to my heart will now be ceased with forever sleep with the impurities of this silver, until we meet again my love". And Rome pulled the trigger and the bullet passed through his body, his blood splattered on Julietta's face and the sound rung and echoed in the hallowed halls, it was enough to stir the dead. Which it did and Julietta's gaze met up with her lovers and their eyes locked. Rome felt betrayed and lied to, now that he sees his love still alive and he about to enter another place, she looks at him with so much sadness that her plan failed so terribly. "Julietta, you're s-still alive, but I thought, oh by the Gods what a cruel fate this is to fall upon me..." and Rome's eyes slowly started to roll back and his body fell into the arms of his love.

"ROME! No, this can't be happening, all I wanted was peace and love between the two of us, but now this happens, but why. Why can't things work out for the ones that are looking for love and try everything to achieve it? It's just not fair".

"But it can be fair my sweet, we shall always be together in another plane, away from all this hatred and violence between our families. Where just us can live and peace and love forever and ever, meet me on the other side of it all. I will love you- always." and Rome drifted off into forever sleep and the cradled arms of his love. And at that point Julietta knew of the one thing that Rome was speaking of, she picked up the gun also and aimed the barrel into her mouth, tears rolled down her eyes as she thought about the farewells to everyone she had seen and loved from her parents, to her nurse even down to Tyreseus. She loved them all and hopefully someday they would meet in the great meeting hall of all, up in another place of peace, love and happiness.

Renfield and I finally reached the mausoleum, but alas we were too late, I saw the candles, the flowers and the blood spattered across the walls and Julietta's white gown, a gown she should have been married in and not buried in. I was so upset that such a thing like this could have happened, why out of all the chaos of the bickering and hatred and disputing between these two eternal foes, these opposing families, out of all of it comes these two lovers. The one true hope of ending the pain and suffering of these families now ends with even more suffering. But hopefully the Kings and Queens of these royalties will realize if these two can live together then now is the time that they all must live together.

"Do you see poor Renfield what has happened to your Master, do you see at all of the hatred between your two gangs only brings more sadness. Oh no look Renfield the son comes out now, do you see how it chips and cracks away at your master's skin."

"Yes, I see it so, oh my poor master, I lament for you forever now."

"Ah yes, how the beautiful sun also brings so much pain also and with it a glooming peace this morning brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head, go hence to have more talk of these sad things; some shall be pardoned, and some punished, for never was a story of more woe than this of Rome and Julietta."