InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ THE WAR OF BLOODY *LOVE ❯ Prolouge ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Author's Note: I just want to say...that lately I've been experimenting with things. You know...like my writing. I decided to make a fic about vampires and werewolves. I don't know... it's hard to explain. I was reading this book about werewolves and stuff, and the idea just came to me. I instantly got up and began writing down outlines of people who are in the story. I am still working things out in the story, so don't be surprised if I go slowly. School is almost out so I should have time in the summer to type if I am not too busy. But I hope you like my story...
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THE WAR OF BLOODY *LOVE
CHAPTER: Prologue
Many, many years ago, in a time of darkness, there lived two kinds of species. Now, no one knows how they got on Earth-or what their purpose was, for that matter. Only that they were here, and there was nothing they could do about it. They didn't hate the Earth at all. But that was the problem: They wanted it too much.
Each species wanted the land for themselves. To have as their own. So...eventually, there came a war. A war of great destruction that caused many casualties and bloodshed. Many suffered for the harsh battle. For some, it made them hard core-more stronger, demanding respect in all ways.
For others, they hated it. They couldn't see why the two species could not just get along. Some just stayed neutral on the opinion of the war in the first place. But these people dared not utter their opinions anyway, for there would be great danger in that. Each species always got backup from their side.
It was an unwritten rule. Never needed to be said. You would always be on the side of the type of species you were on. Always. It just wasn't even a thought to think otherwise. It was in the mentality of each being. A part of them so close, like it was the very blood running through their veins.
And for some...it was...
The time was the year of 1207 when the battle was over. One side won. One side lost. The battle ground literally had pools of blood, soaking into the ground beneath it. There were also bodies, stacked up, never to be returned home. Some were never found: people declared them dead.
If not dead, constantly being tortured by the other side-the enemy. And if that was the case, they might as well have been dead.
The side that won enslaved the others who had lost. They were taken care of, of course, but of low hospitality. They were fed only enough to stay alive, and given clothes which would never usually be worn. But the losers had to deal with it. For the winners had won-fair and square.
This went on for hundreds of years. Each new generation of slaves grew to know that being what they were-slaves-was the right way. It grew into their brains as a new mentality.
But...in the year of 1568, there was a big break out. No one knows why or how it happened. But the slaves up roared. They were powered by an invisible forced that made them able to break loose of their chains. But whatever it was that drove them, they some how overpowered their leaders.
They escaped from the grasp of their holders. Thousands of them or more disappeared into the blackness. But not before leaving their marks.
They slaughtered hundreds of their slaveholders. Not showing one drop of mercy towards them. All of a sudden, a burning rage was in their head. And the only known or possible known thing going through their head at the time must have been to kill the enemy.
And that seemed to work. Because they did kill the enemy.
After the slaves rebellion. The now free slaves lived their own life. Always vigilantly aware of their enemy somewhere, many miles in the distance, living their own lives. Strangely, the slave holders never tried to get their slaves back, not by force. It seemed, for the time being, that all of a sudden, each side was equally matched in strength.
Centuries passed by and with that, the slaves found a knew way of life. As did the other side. But this new knowledge of their being; this sudden clarity of their kind, only caused more friction between each side. This knew found knowledge was called THE KNOWLEDGE OF TWO.
Eventually, both sides had one thing on their mind: “We must win."
These two species were...
Werewolves...and...Vampires...
The werewolves were the slaves, while the vampires were the slave holders...
Soon, not long after THE KNOWLEDGE OF TWO, the vampires and the werewolves knew that they would never live in harmony-never.
As time passed, there were many battles between the werewolves and the vampires. Actually, up into this very day no one knows why the werewolves rebelled and had their freedom. Any time someone would seek the truth, they would be brutally disappointed. No one knew the history of what happened in the past...
Except for two people...
And as time still passed the vampires and the werewolves would be all around you. They might be your next door neighbors, or your boss, or the boy that gave you strange eyes across the room. Whoever they were, they learned to live comfortably in the new time. But they never turned their backs on their kind.
For by day, they were human...by night, they were beast.
And now...they were still fighting their battles up into the darkest hours.
It might be a vampire and werewolf fighting it out in an ally way. It might be them that caused the stunning deaths of 3 men and 1 woman. But humans were never to get to close to their battle. The darkness was their "friend", hiding them from the eyes of the innocent humans as the thousands of years continued.
The two people who knew how the war started and why the slaves up roared, never spoke that information. One was the leader of the werewolves, the other, leader of the vampires.
Only they knew...
Only they understood...
Until faith made its way into their lives. Until two more people found out. These two will know everything by the end...
The friction between these two will be something so powerful; it rocks the souls of those around them...
This Reader, is a love story...
This Reader, is a story about two people who meet because destiny spoke the words for it to be so.
This Reader is the story...of blood...love...and war...THE WAR OF BLOODY LOVE...
After the slaves rebellion. The now free slaves lived their own life. Always vigilantly aware of their enemy somewhere, many miles in the distance, living their own lives. Strangely, the slave holders never tried to get their slaves back, not by force. It seemed, for the time being, that all of a sudden, each side was equally matched in strength.
Centuries passed by and with that, the slaves found a knew way of life. As did the other side. But this new knowledge of their being; this sudden clarity of their kind, only caused more friction between each side. This knew found knowledge was called THE KNOWLEDGE OF TWO.
Eventually, both sides had one thing on their mind: “We must win."
These two species were...
Werewolves...and...Vampires...
The werewolves were the slaves, while the vampires were the slave holders...
Soon, not long after THE KNOWLEDGE OF TWO, the vampires and the werewolves knew that they would never live in harmony-never.
As time passed, there were many battles between the werewolves and the vampires. Actually, up into this very day no one knows why the werewolves rebelled and had their freedom. Any time someone would seek the truth, they would be brutally disappointed. No one knew the history of what happened in the past...
Except for two people...
And as time still passed the vampires and the werewolves would be all around you. They might be your next door neighbors, or your boss, or the boy that gave you strange eyes across the room. Whoever they were, they learned to live comfortably in the new time. But they never turned their backs on their kind.
For by day, they were human...by night, they were beast.
And now...they were still fighting their battles up into the darkest hours.
It might be a vampire and werewolf fighting it out in an ally way. It might be them that caused the stunning deaths of 3 men and 1 woman. But humans were never to get to close to their battle. The darkness was their "friend", hiding them from the eyes of the innocent humans as the thousands of years continued.
The two people who knew how the war started and why the slaves up roared, never spoke that information. One was the leader of the werewolves, the other, leader of the vampires.
Only they knew...
Only they understood...
Until faith made its way into their lives. Until two more people found out. These two will know everything by the end...
The friction between these two will be something so powerful; it rocks the souls of those around them...
This Reader, is a love story...
This Reader, is a story about two people who meet because destiny spoke the words for it to be so.
This Reader is the story...of blood...love...and war...THE WAR OF BLOODY LOVE...