Who Helps the Casualties of This Bloody War!

He never really liked having the entire house to his self there were just far too many rooms and at least one too many windows in each of them.

It made no sense to him that the world had become such a scary place as of late. When he was very young the sun seemed to shine brighter and the sweet evening breeze flowed cooler. He was missing the days of his youth, back before all this nonsense with Werewolves and Vampires had come to their quiet little town, he often recalls a much quieter and happier time.

Hiding from all those strange noises he heard coming up from the basement became his top priority. There was no way he could figure out what had happened to his loving family.

Spending his nights sleeping in the basement used to be the most comfortable thing for him until he noticed those strange scratch marks on the wall by the small blacked out window. Once he noticed those marks the basement became a scary place to take a nap, so he contented himself with wandering the rest of the big scary house.

In this house was one of the first conflicts in the local battle between the wolves and vamps as his family had contracted the vampire disease while on a family trip to Louisiana. He was too sick that week to go so lucky for him he was left at home to rest all by himself. Ordinarily he would have gotten into all sorts of trouble but this time he really was sick.

After the incident he ambled his way back up the steps stopped for a snack and went behind the couch for a well deserved nap. He often thought if he were human there would be no point in even trying to give him a job, he was just too good at being leisurely that he would never last a forty hour week even the one time.

All those strange looking tools on the walls and the long low work benches in the basement were a constant curiosity for him and he often would sit and stare at them with that slightly tilted head that made it seem like he was really thinking about something important.

he knew the howling ones in the deep woods behind the house were there watching him with their deep glowing eyes, yet with the fear that was driving him on from behind there was no time to think he just had to get out, to run as fast as his little legs could carry him away.

He used to love hiding in the basement before this week when the strange noises in the basement began and he could not get that big heavy door to open after that.

It was odd since things here were fairly normal until just last night right before the car tore off out of the driveway after he heard that thumping in the basement.

What other people think is scary would not last a minute in this place. Each and every day when he wakes up it is his first job to relearn every thing all over again.

He was lolling about the kitchen thinking about having a snack when the door to the basement, his favorite hiding place, had slammed shut yesterday, or was it the day before, time was kind of a mystery to him. The door had closed with all the force of something supernatural the day it had set him tearing into the blackness. The sudden shock had scared him so badly that he ran to the secret escape door at the rear of the house and dashed into the darkness without a glance back.

Since no-one had ever told him to not look into the sun it was no surprise that he did just that the first morning when he looked up from his dreams, and through his mildly cataract eyes he could make out an almost black sky with a huge black ball hanging low in the sky, and the orb had a silvery white hot ring around it which somehow fused something in his bad eyes so that he could actually see almost normally again a few days later.

He awoke with a start caused by some unfamiliar noises, and was relieved to see he was going to be safe at least for now as it was still daylight. After the past few sleepless nights of constantly moving so he would not be found by the strange beasts he had heard off in the distance, it was good to have at least a few hours of rest. He was disoriented and not sure exactly where he was but it felt like his old neighborhood.

Then one day while he was wandering along the main street in town he saw some kids that he thought looked awfully familiar to him, and as he silently approached them he thought he heard a voice that he knew, could it be the family who he thought had chased him out of the house that dreadful night? As he trundled up to them all shaking and wagging it was quite a shock for him when they turned slowly to face him and all he could see were the hunger in their eyes and their fangs.

Ever since it had become trendy for vampires to own furry little dogs that they could love and feed he had become one of the family. Being their source of a midnight blood snack was really not so bad, it beat having the werewolf family own you, since they usually only kept dogs long enough to fatten them up.

Ever since the vamps had rescued him from the dark and scary world of living outdoors, Hell Mutt was so eternally grateful to them and swore to himself that he would be their obedient companion throughout the ages. It was all a blur to him at first as he awoke to the terror of seeing his new family in a fight for their lives, the werewolves had broken into their compound and had attacked the vamps while they slept in the basement, and he hid under the table until one of the wolves spied his tail quavering against the chair leg.

The thought of becoming a wolf snack did not appeal to him, so he did the logical thing and ran out the trusty old pet door at the rear of the house, once again escaping to the sweet freedom of the dark night.
Hell Mutt was fairly certain that he could take care of himself this time around!