I recall the year being 1238 when my brother and I had our huge argument. I can no longer remember what it was about, but I do remember that he whacked me in the stomach, and I scratched him on the face so bad, that his face remained scarred. He had said that we were no longer brothers, and I never saw him again from that point on, at least until... I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Hunter. I can't recall what my last name is. I had to make my own way after the fight. I was an alchemist on the side, as well as a merchant, so if my profits dropped, I could just make some jewels out of rock. One day, I noticed that people were dying more often than was usual. Of course, back in those days, even a toothache could be fatal. One night, in 1245, I noticed a shady figure walking down the street. From what I could see, he had pale skin, dark hair and eyes, and a slightly hungry expression on his gaunt face. He was also rather skinny. I followed him, until he came to the cabin of a good friend of mine. It was the home of my friend, John Willson. Then, I saw him do something that I thought was impossible. He jumped up onto the roof of the cabin and walked around on top of it. Then he dropped down through the roof. I pulled out some chalk ad drew a quick transmutation circle on the hard ground. Then I took a stick and placed it on the circle. Then, using my alchemical powers, I turned the stick into a silver knife. I kicked down the door and entered the cabin. What I saw made me so scared that I almost dropped my knife. The man was standing over John's bed and was bending over his neck with his fangs (yes fangs) bared, as though about to bite him. I tossed my knife and it sliced the creature across the arm. He recoiled away from the bed. John woke up and looked at me. The creature looked at me and smiled, his fangs still out. I asked, "What are you?" He laughed and said, his lips glistening, "We call ourselves, Vampires. I happen to know who you are. You are Hunter, brother of my leader." I stared at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. He kept smiling, "Your brother created us, the vampires. He made himself a vampire and has made more of us." I looked at him, "How did he make more people into vampires?" He pointed to his teeth, "Simple really. A single bite is all it takes. Your brother bit us and we were reborn as vampires. We are not alive, but not dead either. We are undead. There are 200 of us." I looked at the window. I saw that the sun was coming up. I glanced at the vampire. He said, "If I cannot drink his blood, I shall consume yours." I just stared, turned around and said, "Come and get me then!" I ran out the door into the bright morning light. He followed, but then, something strange happened. His skin started to smoke, blisters erupted all over him. He started to scream. He screamed and screamed as if the sunlight was causing him unendurable pain. Then, he dropped to the ground, dead. I looked at him and a thought came to my head, "I must rid the world of these creatures. But to do so, I must make a creature even stronger than a vampire. A creature that can also make more of its kind by biting. This creature has to be the combination of some kind of predator and humans." Then I heard a noise. I looked into the underbrush and saw a wolf staring at me. I recognized it. I had seen it looking at me the day my brother and I had fought. He just stood there. He didn't come toward me, nor did he move away. "Of course," I thought, "What better predator than the wolf?" I went home. I was going to perform an alchemical process usually used to make creatures called chimeras. To perform this kind of alchemy, I had to do it at the full moon. I had drawn a transmutation circle on the floor and was preparing to activate it. I was going to try it on myself. I had already gotten a sample from a dead wolf I had found. I had taken one of its fangs. I activated the transmutation circle and stepped into it. The fang began to vibrate. I began to chant in Latin. The circle glowed brightly and the fang started to glow too as it vibrated harder and harder. Then, something went wrong. The fang actually lifted up off the ground and started rocketing around the room. Then it hit me right in the arm, and sank halfway into it. I felt its tip pierce my vein. I pulled it out and saw the hole heal right up. I decided to go to bed. I didn't sleep long, though. I woke up with a feeling of immense pain. My bones were shifting, my teeth were elongating into sharp fangs. My fingernails were growing longer into yellow pointed claws, which were wicked sharp. My bones were still shifting. My jaws were stretching into a snout. My hair grew thick and more hair started to grow all over my body. My fur was coarse and black. When I had finished, I wasn't exactly a wolf, but not a human either. I was something in between. I was a man who could turn into a wolf. I was a werewolf. I went outside and looked at the Moon. I felt a surge of animalistic instinct. Opening my new jaws, gazing at the Moon, I let out a long, loud, howl.