It was a very eerie, foggy night in the small town of Ethwitch. The graveyard was silent except for the rare sound of crackling, rolling leaves. The crows were also unusually still, and quiet. As it grew closer to the time of the dead, the wind began to kick up, the fog began to thicken, and the sky grew dark. The Courthouse clock struck twelve, and the town bells slowly began rocking left to right …showed first 75 words of 707 total…

…showed last 75 words of 707 total…of the werewolves, using their overgrown nails. Screams and roars came from both forces and soon the battle ended. Few stood most sprawled on the ground in pain. The courthouse bells were heard again, it was six, dawn was here and the sun began to appear from the horizon. The vampires had won and now screamed as they lost their life, lit fire and burned to the ground as if drenched in a lighter fluid.