It was a never ending fight, a blood battle with only one winner. There was a vampire and werewolf, a showdown around gravestones under the moon and shining stars. The fight was not just a battle of hatred but also a battle for territory.           

            It all happened when they started to live in the same graveyard together. When they passed each other they would try to intimidate or hurt each other. Also they trespassed or vandalized each others homes.

            Those memories got both of them enraged and wanted to settle it once and for all. The battle, a deadly vision, exploded with violence. They were biting viciously and clawing rapidly, and fought and retaliated as they went. Both injured from the fight memories of hatred filled them. This vision was mostly fighting with blood sprawled across the floor. They were breathing heavily, scratched, and have reached their limit. Their heads were telling them no one was leaving until one was left standing. Fists clenched with hatred, heart raced with adrenaline, they rushed each other with full power. This energy could have massacred thousands. Minutes passed both creatures were bit and clawed. Finally the end was near but it was a staring match. They stood facing and staring at each other. Vampire and werewolf, ill and defeated, fell to the ground, turned to dust, and blew away.