Lycanthrope

So, i was a werewolf.

So apparently in this world vampires were few and far between, and werewolves were sophisticated and in large numbers... but the humans still didn't like us cause we were different, so sometimes they'd attack us and we'd have to defend ourselves. Also we spread the lycanthrope virus through any cut from us, so if we bit you, or scratched you. you would eventually turn into a werewolf yourself.

so me and my fellow werewolves lived in this nice mansion, lots of dark wood paneling, long hallways, and balconies . Like i said, we were sophisticated, we were not animals. So we were, i think celebrating two of our kind getting married, just like anyone would celebrate... and then we fell under attack. It was a small band of human soldiers, nothing we couldn't deal with, in the fight i swiped my claws across the neck of one soldier who happened t be wearing chain mail, but his neck was open for a brief moment and i took it, the swipe didn't kill him, but i scratched him and i knew he would change. we made a comment about how hard he was going to be to take down with the chain mail, and how uncomfortable he was going to be when he changed. he ran off and the fight was over.

i guess several days past, maybe even months, and i saw him and a bunch of other werewolves i did not know driving up in a big truck. i assumed he had made himself a pack, and had come back to get revenge. I called for the alarm and everyone scurried around trying to get the young ones to safety, and i ran to meet them. i crouched in the hallway as they came up the steps, not completely turned but growling, waiting for their attack. The one i had turned came up the stairs and said, "calm down man, im not here to fight" and for some reason i trusted him, and knew he really wasn't there to fight... none of them were in any sort of attack position and none seemed ready to change. So i stood up and he came up to me smiling... i felt it odd but just shrugged it off. they then began talk of how they had to warn me, of how there was something that he'd done that put everyone in great danger... then one of his companions mentioned he needed to get his wound looked at first, cause he was in no shape to do anything at the moment. he then lifted his shirt and there were two large red gashes on either side of his stomach. he sorta laughed and asked me what i thought it was, i guessed a large flesh eating worm. he laughed and said, "oh, i've seen those but no." i looked him like he was crazy... he must have really traveled the world in the little time since i turned him to have seen a giant flesh eating worm. in my head i knew though, that the threat was much greater than a worm... that he must have done something horrible... in my head i guess he had bit a vampire... and now a half werewolf half vampire stalked the world... most likely looking for him, and because i was the one to turn him... he came to me for help.

then i woke up.