Under The Moonlight

Welcome to St. Vlad's.No, not St. Vladimir, patron saint of Russia.St. Vlad, as in Vlad Tepes, aka Vlad the Impaler, aka Dracula.I think it unfair that the school is named after a vampire. Sure, vampires attend here, but so do Lycanthrope.There are the Moroi, vampires, and the Dhampir, half-vampire half-human hybrid. There are, also, the Lycanthrope, half-human half-wolf hybrid.But then there's me. I'm what you would call a True Hybrid: half-vampire half-werewolf.Since I am welcoming you to St. Vlad's, I'm going to give you a little crash-course on all things supernatural – well, at least for the species represented here and those we have to fear.Moroi, commonly known as the living vampire, can walk in the sun, though it does sting. They have a long list of abilities: superhuman senses, agility, speed, quick to heal, perfect night vision, and most control an elemental magic – including the magic of the spirit. Some Moroi have the bat shapeshifting ability that vampires are know

DPOVThis was the worst part.The memory.The nightmare that I lived through, leaving me broken, unable to be fixed.It was horrible.The smell of the recent storm was faint in the air. My claws dug into the earth, keeping me from sliding too far from the fight. The Pricolici in from of me was an Ancient, probably one that turned by choice. After the first Moroi he had drained he'd gone on to drain thousands more, their blood fulling his power.Ivan's blood.His body lay to my right, limp and lifeless. His blond hair stained red by his blood. His dull eyes staring wide, looking at nothing, seeing nothing. The life that once resided there was absent. The Guardians that were supposed to be protecting him were littered throughout the woods leading to this clearing.I'd sensed that my charge was in danger. I was having my first night off since I'd started guarding him straight out of high school six and a half years ago. He was my best friend and after graduation, he became my charge. I h

DPOVAfter my morning workout, where I'd met Rosemarie – Rose, I showered and got ready for my day. I was going to spend the first half of the day observing Rose in her classes to get a feel for where she is training wise and what her strengths and weaknesses are.Her first class was Bodyguard Theory and Personal Protection. The class was taught by Guardian Stan Alto, and from what I've heard he's a dunce and just plain cruel to his students. I suppose that it would be a test of her self-control, or her professionalism.I headed to the classroom and found myself to be the first one there, even Alto wasn't presiding yet. I placed myself at the back of the room so I could observe the entire space."Ah, Guardian Belikov." Stan said coming in. "What can I help you with today?""I'm just observing today." I stated formally. He just nodded. Students started trickling into the classroom, all of them wearing similar expressions of exasperation, probably due to the man at the front of the room

DPOV"I promise I won't peek, either." She said laying down, covering her eyes with her large paws.I couldn't believe she was here. It was literally a dream come true. She was even more magnificent in person, or wolf, I guess. Her pristine white fur shone eerily in the moonlight, making her glow. The lilac of her eyes was unlike any I'd seen before. I didn't understand how her Transformation worked, turning her dark brown almost black hair into a snow-white and her dark brown eyes into a light lilac, but either in wolf or human form, she was beautiful. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off her.I smiled down at her form, the position she lay in was adorable, at least it would've been if she wasn't massive, but it was still endearing. I quickly shook my duster from my shoulders, hanging it on a tree branch. Gripping the edge of my t-shirt, I lifted it over my head.I felt my cock pulse and my body lurch toward hers, I growled as I watched her tail thump against the ground. Only then did

DPOVComing back into the gym, dressed and ready to spar, I couldn't help but admire the sight before me. Rose was standing at the edge of a sparring mat, waiting for me, though it seemed like she was lost in thought. I took the time to really look at her. Her body was gorgeous. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her, it was all pure, toned muscle. The fabric of her leggings clung to her shapely legs and perfect ass.I mean, it was perfect. Her hips were wide but not unseemly. Her curves looked dangerous but soft to the touch, if you would be lucky enough to touch her. Oh, and how I wanted to touch her. My hands itched for even the smallest of touches, and it was getting harder to control myself as I continued my assessment. Her waist dipped in, giving her a soft curve that was very pleasant to my eye.The swell of her breast was just barely visible above her tank top. Her clavicles were well defined, but she didn't appear malnourished. Her shoulders were pulled back and she looked to be