Fangs and Fur

The mansion was silent again. The only sound was the slow, rhythmic flick of candle flames, licking the darkness like whispering ghosts. The tension left with Lazarus, but his words still clung to the air like cobwebs.

Something was hunting vampires.

Kikidori leaned back on the couch, his fingers running lazily through Haruna's soft, dark hair as she lay across his lap. Her body, barely covered by her black lace lingerie, looked like something carved from moonlight itself. Deadly. Beautiful. His.

Haruna let out a quiet, contented sigh, her pale fingers trailing over the edge of his jacket. "So… we're being hunted."

Kikidori exhaled, his thumb tracing slow circles on her skin. "Seems that way."

Haruna closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his touch. Then—

Something shifted in the air.

A feeling. A presence. A sudden, sharp change in the atmosphere that sent every vampire instinct screaming to life.

Haruna sat up. Fast.

Kikidori was already moving, his eyes locked onto the darkness beyond the massive windows of their mansion.

Then—

The glass shattered.

A beast came flying through, a blur of muscle and speed, fur bristling, claws extended.

Werewolves.

But these weren't the disgusting, half-baked, hairy creatures from human myths. No.

They were something else.

Tall. Powerful. Broad-shouldered, with smooth, toned bodies covered in short, dark fur. Their eyes burned like molten gold, and their movements were eerily graceful. Their faces were wolf-like, but refined—like apex predators built for the hunt. Built for killing.

The first one lunged.

Kikidori barely had time to push Haruna out of the way before claws slashed through the air, inches from his throat.

The werewolf hit the floor in a crouch, its glowing eyes locked onto him, lips pulling back to reveal razor-sharp fangs.

Another crashed through the door.

Haruna twisted midair, landing gracefully on her feet, fangs bared.

"Goddamn it," she hissed. "Why are they always hot?!"

Kikidori barely had time to smirk before the first werewolf launched at him again, this time faster—stronger.

Kikidori dodged. Just barely. Too fast. Too strong.

This wasn't normal.

Werewolves were dangerous, sure—but this? This was something else.

Haruna moved like a shadow, spinning to avoid a strike, her nails extending into sharp, inhuman claws.

The werewolf's hand shot out—grabbed her wrist.

Fast. Too fast.

Kikidori saw the look in Haruna's eyes—a flicker of surprise.

The werewolf grinned, fangs dripping. "Not so tough when you're caught, huh?"

And then—

"HAH! Eat floor, mutt!"

Coraline, the tiny vampire cat, shot between the werewolf's legs—tail flicking out, tripping the beast mid-step.

The werewolf stumbled—just for a second.

But a second was all Haruna needed.

Her fangs sank into his throat.

The werewolf howled—loud, guttural, dying.

Haruna ripped through him, tearing out his throat in one violent, blood-soaked motion.

The beast collapsed. Dead.

The other werewolf froze.

A moment of hesitation. Of realization.

Kikidori stepped forward, his eyes burning black. "Run."

The werewolf snarled—then bolted.

Gone.

Silence.

Haruna wiped the blood from her mouth, panting slightly, her body still humming with adrenaline.

Coraline sat beside the corpse, licking her tiny paws like nothing had happened. "You're welcome, by the way."

Haruna looked at Kikidori. "What the hell was that?"

Kikidori's jaw tightened.

They weren't just being hunted.

They were being exterminated.

The End of Chapter 4.