:: Dear Diary….. I need you to turn off. This isn’t the time to make a diary entry. Sorry for calling you out all of a sudden to help me with my bath, but this is dangerous now. We’re in the middle of battle and—*BATANG*! Gaaah! ::

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“D*mn Howley!”

“Come on now, partner, there’s no need to be calling us names like that. Consider it a greeting from Red Eye Mack!”

The Chieftain of the Wereolves snarled, and coughed up blood.

He quickly cast aside his staff made out of buffalo bone and picked up a spear from one of his fallen warriors. Despite his age, he twirled it around the same way the leading officer of a parade would to rile up the men in the grand march.

All it took was one blinding-fast stab, and he hit his mark within a blink of an eye.

Impaling a Vampire with a Cowboy hat.

<< You stabbed enemy Vampire with WOODEN SPEAR. >> << You dealt -0 Damages. >>

"... You know friend, that itches."

"F**k! And I clearly stabbed you in the heart, so why aren't you dead!?"

"Are you really that stupid? We Vampires are already dead!"

The Vampire that was stabbed with a 2 meter wooden spear in the chest laughed. Then he smashed the said spear with the butt of his matchlock pistol. The weapon shattered like 10 day old bread, splintering all over into the air. Next, he would shove that same hand through the cloud of dust to take a shot at the Werewolf Chieftain's face.

*BANG*

<<  Lycan Chieftain was hit by PISTOL ROUND+3. Dealt -50 Piercing Damage. >> << Chieftain's Health is now 150 / 200 >>

"Tch. Didn't expect you to move so fast for an old time. I underestimated you."

"I may be 120 years old, but still carry the pride of the Lycan Tribe in my veins! In this world - We Are the Fastest!"

The bullet shot through the Chieftain... or rather, his afterimage and pierced through the ceremonial feather and animal hide hood he wore as the leader of the tribe. The moment the powder was ignited to the time the bullet was launched, only 0.05 seconds, he was already down on all fours and ready to leap at the Vampire with his claws.

"Checkmate."

*BANG*

<< Lycan Chieftain was hit by PISTOL ROUND+5. Dealt -60 Piercing Damage. >> << Status is now Prone. Enemies have Advantage over your body. >>

"D*MN HOWLEY!"

"You may have the faster reflexes... but in this world - We Vampires are the smartest."

The Chieftain clenched his jaws, and watched as the blood from his shoulder fly into the air. He miscalculated. He dodged the first bullet, but did not expect the enemy to be carrying a second weapon.

It was already set at a low angle, as if predicting her would duck. Once the first trap was set, the second trap automatically sprung.

Hence, the Werewolf carelessly earning a bullet into his shoulder.

“Honestly, you puppies are so last tech. You got to step up your game or be left behind by the evolving times we live in. Did you really expect us Vampires to fight you with classical rapiers or cr*p like that?"

"Undead b@stards! Just because you choose to adapt to human science and technology, doesn't mean you have to hunt after my people to show off your fancy toys! We're not longer at war, we've gone our own sepeate ways after the Silver and Blood Wars! So why are you picking a fight with us."

"Because it's fun to beat up people that don't have power to protect themselves. It's a rather satisfying hobby, you know that friend?"

"Y-you f**king HOWLEY!"

Unable to contain the emotions in his body, the Werewolf Chieftain decided to take a chance. He pulled out his own secret weapon from the back of his robes, and he thrusted it upwards. A knife carved from Ancient Oak Wood.

A stake.

It went right into the Vampire's heart.

...Only for the said Vampire to happily pluck out his third pistol and fire at the Chieftain's hand.

*BANG!*

<< Lycan Chieftain received -60 Piercing Damage and Bonus -10 from Stealth Attack. >> << WARNING: Right Hand is crippled. Unable to be used. >>

"GAAAAAAAHGG!"

"... Hey old-timer, ever heard of the 24 foot rule?"

The Cowboy Vampire smiled as he sat upon his skeleton steed. He took interest in both the way the steam flickered from the tip of his weapon, and how the Chieftain was struggling across the ground while clutching his bleeding paw. To add some fun to this 'game', he had his undead horse stamp at the ground in front of the Chieftain's legs, forcing him to scamper and crawl away to avoid being trampled.

If this was a game of chess, all the moves the Vampire made right now was essentially clearing the enemy's board until there was only the King Piece left.

He had the Chieftain backed up into the base of a chopped 1000 year old Ancient Oak Tree. With a smile, he figures this would make for a great tombstone for his 'rival'. The Vampire took a moment to relish this sight, and licked off the blood that was splattered on the side of his pistol.

<< Lycan Chieftain are no 20  / 200. Status is Bleeding. >> << Passive Skill Activated: AUTO-REGENERATION LV 50. >> << You have gained +50 HP per minute. >>

"Well would you look them screens showing up around you. I shot you in the shoulder and in the hand, yet I can see your skin already healing over them wounds. Guess I really can't look down on your famous regeneration abilities now can I? I wonder what does it take to really keep you down, mutt man."

"This is our gift from the World Mother. After so many years of being hunted by your kind, it's only right we are given an equal fighting chance to survive against you fanged b@stards. This is a gift to us that you can never truly appreciate."

"Hey, like I said. Hunting Werewolves is a great pastime. Especially with these newly designed peashooters the humans have been building with all the rage. They're more convenient than spending time learning Blood Magic."

"How dare you! Regardless if we are enemies, we are still an ancient race born from pride and integrity to our origins! For a brat like you to forsake your traditions and culture in favor of this modernizing abomination raises my hackles! Just looking at that weapon in your hand sickens me!"

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"Oh please, you sound exactly like the old fogeys sitting in the Dracula Council. They're the ones who are uptight about preserving their Vampire Culture, but not us. We're a brand new generation! In this world that keeps evolving with human science and technology, it will only be a matter of time that we get left behind to the point where we hunters will turn into prey. It's only obvious we adapt to these changes to make sure we Vampires are the true victors in all categories!"

"Tch! DROP DEAD, HOWLEY! << ALTER SELF! >> !"

"... Hmm?"

The Vampire made an odd sound. It was the same noise someone makes when they were confused.

It was because he saw a flurry of green lightning surging from the Werewolf Chieftain's body. It flickered and flared up from his heart and all over his body. Somehow, it fed him energy to inflat his shrivelled body, infusing muscles into his limbs. The weak leaks were fortified with magically enhanced bones and tendons. The arms bulked up to become natural weapons befitting of a monster.

The head of the St. Bernard elongated and twitched, to become something as fierce as a young German Shephard.

A Werewolf back in his prime.

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“PREPARE YOURSELF, VAMPIRE! WE WILL END THIS FARCE ONCE AND FOR ALL!"

“…Sure thing old timer. You first.”

"URAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The Werewolf Chieftain took one swing of his arms, with claws as sharp as sword.

It was enough to rip out a hole in the ground, and cut up the skeleton horse into multiple pieces. The bones were severed from their joints, their thick structure sliced clean through.

The shockwave exploded the necromantic structure, sending its cut up pieces into multiple directions.

It dropped the Vampire from his saddle, to let his feet touch the ground. Not at all bothered having his bone horse turned into kindling.

Even so, he was humming to himself as he pulled out his matchlock pistol, spinning it in his palm.

"Like I said, mutt man. Ever heard of the 24 foot rule?'

"You can't bluff me! I know those thunder sticks are only useful for one shot! As if I would give you a chance to kneel down and refill your weapon!"

"Who said I need regular bullets to have fun?"

The Vampire stabbed himself.

Yes, it sounded wierd, but it was true. The undead rider firmly stabbed himself, with the hammer of his pistol. On closer inspection, it seemed the tip of the metal was purposefully filed, to the point where it acted as sharp as the tip of a knife. Obviously, it was useless when it came to cooking or using it as a melee weapon as it was only about 1.5 inch long, and the tip wasn't sharp enough to rip muscles.

But it was pointed enough to pierce through thin flesh to draw blood.

Vampire Blood.

"F**K!"

"LET'S - SHOW TIME! WHOOO!"

Blood shot out from the Vampire's neck, like snakes. They coiled and danced in the air, lashing out at the Werewolf. The threads of liquid crimson slashed every where, slapping itself against the arms and legs of the Beastman.

With the ferocity of enslaving whips. It knocked him off balance and he collapsed to one knee.

"<<  RED SHARD SCATTER >>"

(::Come. Come. Show me the way, let us follow the path of sin and recover our long lost paradise!:

The Cowboy Vampire chanted, a methodical hum. The words called for the strands of blood springing from his neck to return to his side. They proceeded to stuff themselves down the mouth of the barrel as if water down the opening of a canteen, making sure every magical ounce was filled inside of the weapon.

A flash later, and the normal looking iron matchlock handgun, was covered int shards of organic red crystal. It grew down the sides and across the spine of the weapon, lighting up with an intense scarlet aura.

"B-BLOOD MAGIC!?"

"Bull's Eye bucko☆."

*BOOOOM!*

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The Vampire pulled the trigger.

A flurry of crimson ice was fired from the tip of his hand-size pistol. It stabbed themselves all over the Werewolf's body, and drove him into the stump of the 1000 year old Oak Tree.

Total Impalement.

".........A...aaguuh..."

"Now you know how it feels to be on the receiving end of a stake. Be grateful I intentionally missed your vitals. Or else this fight would be totally boring."

The Chieftain Werewolf vomitted blood. It either fell uselessly to stain the ground, or touched the rods of red ice that stabbed into his body and were sucked in like a sponge. The more of his own blood he fed into those red stakes, the bigger they became. Inflating in diameter bit by bit.

"Aauggaa! Aaaaghh!"

"Heh. You puppies are too easy."

The Vampire blew out the smoke from his magical pistol, and spun it aroundto slip it back to the holster. He slipped a leather gloved hand into his vest and pulled out two things.

A modern metal lighter and a modern pack of cigarrettes. He lit them of course.

“Fuuu. There's a reason why you don’t bring claws to a gun fight, old timer."

"Go f**k yourself with a stake."

"Hey now, there's no need to go all uptight about this relationship. Tell you what, since we're both creatures born from the night, I'll give you one final request. I'm may be a Vampire, but I'm a man of the law. And the law is always right."

"That makes, cough, absolutely no sense for people who gave up their humanity for immortality!"

"Says the furry man who gave up his humanity to become great hunters."

"Tch!"

"Hmm."

The Werewolf and Vampire clicked their tongues. This was a Mexican Standoff that neither of them wanted to give up, no matter how tight or free their positions were.

"... Give me back my daughter."

"We've got over 100 different puppy girls with us. Which one are you talking about? The Scottish Terrier, Golden Retriever, Pug... we even have some in the Chihuahua category and--"

"You know exactly that I have only one daughter! That's why you sent in elite soldiers to kidnap her! Lilytiger!"

"...Ah yes, little furry princess."

"DON'T CALL HER THAT!"

"Which? The Princess or Little?"

"F**K YOU!"

The Vampire struggled to hide a snicker as he took a drag from his cigarette. It gave this eery blue glow everytime he inhaled.

"Yeah, yeah. I know who you're squawking about. That little firecracker we have back in the Elder Castle. Worry not, mutt man, your little furry is in good hands... really good hands. Heh-heh."

"GOD-D*MMIT! GREAT HOUNDS IN THE SKY, DROP A THUNDERBOLT ON THIS BLOOD SUCKING HOWLEY!" 

"Relax. The one looking after her is a woman. She may be a vampire, but has this ridiculously strong maternal instint to her that made her a perfect candidat in watching your ankle biter.. But, heh, I can't really vouch if she secretly had a thing for young puppies."

"IF YOU DARE FEED SUSPICIOUS CANDY TO MY DAUGHTER, I WILL GUT YOU WITH MY BARE CLAWS!"

*Click*

The Chieftain couldn't continue with his blinding rage. Mostly because the tip of a familiar red crystal pistol was now pointed directly on the spot between his brow. Even if it wasn't loaded with bullets, the power fueled by the Vampire's blood magic was enough to kill him on the spot.

"...Anything else?" 

“Burn in h*ll.”

“Sorry friend… but that’s paradise for us.”

With a joyful look, the Vampire casually pulled back the hammer of his weapon. An audible clicking sound could be heard as the weapon was primed. 

And when he pulled the trigger—

—The front of a 43 mm armor vehicle smashed into the Vampire's hips, twisting his spine in an awkward angle. His body was forced to snap in a 90 degree angle from the side, shoving his height over to the ground.

When he realized his head hit the ground, something heavy pressed down across his collar bone and his neck. The next thiing he knew, he could only see through one eye. Then--

... *Pop*.

The pinned Werewolf watched, as the cigarette his enemy was using fell uselessly onto the ground. It's blue light going out. Then he looked up, to see this massive iron vehicle sitting on top of what used to be his archnemesis turned into a terra cotta puddle.

Like a dog sitting on top of someone he tackled.

"...I got him, Big Sis! I stopped that bad man!"

"Good boy, Nello! I love you!"

"YOU F**KING IDIOTS! DRIVE A STAKE THROUGH HIS HEART! NOT RUN HIM OVER! IT WON'T KILL HIM, IT'LL ONLY JUST P*SS HIM OFF MORE!"

Despite this scene of absolute Brutality, the final nightmare was only beginning.

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