*Warning: Gore*

Sorrow. Agony. Determination. Adrenaline. Regret. Remorse. And most importantly thrist for blood.

These are the things going through everyone's mind and body right at this moment, as they fight and die, breath and bleed, live and suffer. What would you expect in a war? Happiness and forviveness? Like in the movies right? Wrong, the world isn't like that, people to forgive and forget, murder...apparently it needs to happen. With every slash of a sword, every wave of the hand someone dies and a family gets torn apart, do we have the right to decide when someone should die? Playing God only brings loss and pain.

I mean if vampires and werewolve are real then other's must be too, demons..angels. Heaven and Hell. Or do angels and demons come from some place we don't know of and humans made up heaven and hell completely? We're not supposed to know, we don't have a right to know; to fight, that's all we do and all we've learnt over the period we've existed. We fought against other animals to earn the title of dominant species, we killed to take something we think we deserve or at least want to deserve. But who am i talking about? Humans or Vampires?

*(Y/N)'s P.O.V (for the first time in the sequel! Aren't you happy?!)*

These people...should i trust them? They seem to know who i am and for some reason when i look at them, when i hear their voices nostalgia hits me like a ton of bricks. They're right there, my memories but they're so far away, it's like when someone far away is calling you, it sounds blurred in a way almost as if i'm under water. The sound gets to me but it's not clear, or at least not clear enough.

Swinging my daggers relentlessy but certainly not recklessly a couple more of the enemy fell, the hoarde seems endless. Blood splattered onto my face as one of my blades sliced through a vampires kneck almost beheading it, he fell to the ground the top of his head resting on his shoulder as blood pooled around him. Fighting off the urge the drink up what was leaking out my eyebrows furrowed in anger as i turned to the next, lifting up my weapon i plunged it into her heart, twisting the blade she screamed out in agony before i pulled it out and she fell to the floor.

A male closeby cried out at the loss of his beloved and charged at me a spear in hand, crossing my blades over one another i deflected the attack. Kicking him in the stomach to push him back i could no longer hold it in, pushing my blades back into their holsters i ran at him. Grabbing the end of the spear and breaking it off leaving the vampire in a state of panic, clenching his shirt in one hand and using the other to push his head away to reveal his neck i ruthlessly bit into him. He screamed once again but this time in pain, blood pumped into my mouth faster then it ad ever before from the size of the bite. With my teeth still sunken into his flesh i pulled at it so the blood flowed faster, he screamed died down and he fel limp. Dropping him to the floor i leaned my head back and closed my eyes aware of the blood covering half of my face and dripping down my clothes.

The people that seemed to know me stared at me in horror at what i had just done, especially the one with silver hair. Ignoring the stares i removed my daggers once again this time less tired from the refill. Shakily a woman threw her own spear into  my shoulder, turning to the side from impact my head now faced the ground, reaching up to the spear i wrapped my hand around it and with a deep breath and a small whimper i pulled it out and threw it to the ground. Grinning sadistically i looked up through my hair at the woman who cowered in fear, running at her i lodged one of my daggers into her stomach, her head fell onto my shoulder and i could feel her faint breathing "i'm sorry...but people do crazy things when they're desperate" with that i pulled the blade up which made a very large gash.

Blood spilled from the wound and she slid off my shoulder onto the ground, like the others blood pooling around her. Though they wanted to avenge their fallen comrades no one dared come up to me after the deaths that just occured "come on! You're here for war aren't you?! There is no war without casualties" i yelled at them. A rather large man stepped forward, determination and utter hatred clear in his eyes (pic at the side, any hetalia fans will recognize him) "for my sister..." he looked to the fallen woman on the ground "i will put an end to you" he hissed. Flicking the blood from my blades i nodded "be my guest". He walked towards me shifting his body to the side so it would be harder for me to hit his vital organs, he lifted his hands in front of him face and nodded "bring it".

Bending myself backwards and doing the bridge i quickly caught the spear that i removed from my shoulder off the ground and pushed myself off the floor myself. With the spear now in hand and my daggers securely in their holsters i threw the weapon at him, he leaned to one side and caught the spear by the handle with a smirk. Squeezing his hand the wooden end of the spear erupted into splinters and the metal point fell to the floor completely useless "impressive" i complemented "but you should be worrying about saving your behind rather then trying to impress me" i finished.

Wtih my daggers now in hand once again i helf them against my arms so the blades pointed outwards and jumped at the man, slashing one of my blades at him he quickly ducked down to dodge. Whipping the other one upwards he fell back to avoid the hit, jumping up and away he stood his ground, the other vampires had cleared the scene to fight the others knowing they should not interfere. Narrowing my eyes i scowled at him "like i said before people do crazy things when they're desperate...".