My body lay, limp and unwilling on the icy metal. I would have slept, but adrenaline and fear kept me awake, my heart jumping constantly.

I watched the bodies around me, as thought they could get up at any moment. The faces were frozen, their eyes rolling, crimson draining from the necks. I was a savage. Anyone who had dared to enter the room I had attacked and bitten. I never went hungry.

Barks came from outside. I suddenly became on edge. My breathing grew to an impossible pace. My face pressed to the floor in desperation. I wanted to flee, or scream. But either way I knew they would catch me. So I waited. Alone with the bodies in the dark.

I listened carefully, tracking my enemy across the dark halls of my abandoned home. The menacing clink of their claws echoed back to me through the concrete. I pushed myself up against the wall, my limbs still curled beneath me, my hair spread wildly over my face and the floor. They were coming closer.

I knew that they could naturally pick up my scent, but the blooded walkways would have been enough indication that a vampire was here. The pack began to pant,eager to find me, eager to kill me. They were hungry, just as I had been. But I knew deep down that this time, I was too weak to fight. After all, I was young, I wasn't fully fledged, and a Werewolf was a terrible foe even for the most experienced. Their stench was fouling the air, and it was almost becoming difficult to breathe.

A dark mass turned the corner and round the door. It's chest heaved violently, shifting with every unsteady breath. He inched forward, placing his paws carefully on the iron floor and crouching low on his belly. There shouldn't be many of them, I concluded, because the dog-scent I had been following was now stretched thin. I returned my attention to the wolf before me. He was still watching my movements, and adapting to fit them. Shifting as I did.

But I made a simple mistake. I looked deeper into his eyes that I should have. He locked me in the grip of his wild mind and held me in place, frozen. Drool poured slowly from his jaws into little puddles on the floor. A deep-throated growl echoed through the room, making it seem as if there were a million wolves. But there was only one. And I knew what was going to happen next.

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Ooh, I love Vampires. And Werewolves for that matter. >:)
Here is a very not-brief character and plot summary for you to read ;D

Dawn is the central character in the story, who is the girl in the first part I wrote up. Although this bit is written in 1st Person, I would like the rest to be written in 3rd please, because I was aiming to do that if I ever wrote a book using this x3

Anyway, back to Dawn. Dawn was about 6 years old in the first chapter, and she was (at that time) only a Vampire. After the whole scene ends, she does indeed get bitten and becomes (by a miracle) half-vampire, half-werewolf. By most standards, this is impossible, which is what makes her so unique.

After the first chapter, she manages to escape, very badly wounded, and finds refuge in a covent of nuns nearby, (lol) who accept her, even though they knew what she truly was.

Dawn used to work as a police officer, but left because she didn't agree with 'their sense of justice'. She promptly joined a detective agency, working on her own. She then later gains a sidekick - Scarlett.

Physical Appearance:
Dawn had long, black hair in the first chapter. After she is bitten, it became a kind of whitish grey, and she cuts it short. Her hair also becomes thicker and slightly bulky (due to the whole werewolf-hair thing) but she keeps it under control, and in the end she looks quite like a punk rocker xD

She has nearly-amber eyes, that have thinner pupils because of her vampire blood. She prefers to wear clothes with buckles (I did NOT come up with this, but strangely enough I like it). Her fave outfit is a miniskirt with buckled belt, t-shirt, leather jacket (which she usually wears), black tights and knee-length, black leather, buckled boots.

I love describing shoes ^^

Preferences: Guns, Dogs (she describes herself as 'More of a Dog person', because she can very easily change into a wolf, rather than her vampire side, which takes a lot more self-control), and fighting. She doesn't tend to get along with 'humans' well, with the exception of Scarlett.

She rides 2 motorbikes (a Harley-Davidson XL 1200N Nightster and a Honda CBR1100XX - the one she uses most often, since it's a much, much faster sports bike - for those who know there stuff) and doesn't travel anywhere without it. It's currently unknown where she gets her money from. Maybe I could leave that to you guys?

Thats about it for her! She's 19 (nearly 20) and lives in a normal apartment and stuff, so don't worry about that. Just a little bit more to go...

Notes on Scarlett:
Scarlett is about 17 years of age, and meets Dawn when she rescues her (from herself - her vampire self) when she accidentally steps into a blood donor bank place thingy (O_o). Scarlett appears to be the only one who can see Dawn as a person instead of what she is, and becomes her friend and sidekick, though Dawn would never admit it.

Scarlett is based on a beautiful 'mixed-blood' (english father, african mother) girl I know, who is ever so sweet, yet dangerously intelligent. The fictional Scarlett wears glasses, and loves reading. She is very good at working things out, and usually makes the right decisions.

FINALLY:
The Plot!

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Uhm, I haven't put much thought into this yet....
....I wanted to base the story loosely on a whole vampire/werewolf secret war, with assasinations and stuff, and where Dawn has to choose a side. In the end, I guess she would just kick both sides in the ass and get them both to SHUT THE HELL UP BECAUSE THEY'RE SO DAMN NOISY.....*her words exactly*

Sorry for the uber explanation, I won't say any more :3

updated Aug 29 by SoundsFishy