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There are many things in this world that make people stop and think. Most of these things happen in everyday life, though most are too preoccupied with what they're doing to pay attention long enough to see them. A finite amount of these occurrences or ‘world wonders' as some have come to call them, have captured the attention of many over the countless millennia that this planet we call home has experienced. This suits me just fine, as my existence in itself is one of those every day occurrences that no ones notices. In my many years of life and countless brushes with death, I've learned that love is fickle and trust is something that is non-existent for one such as I. I'm sorry... I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start at the beginning so you can understand why I can't take my chances with my feelings anymore.

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It was during World War II when my life was changed. I was a spy for the Allied Forces and was stationed in Germany at the time of Pearl Harbor. It was a terrible hurt for me, but I had to keep up the charade for the Germans so that I could continue my job. But that didn't work out for the long haul as I was found out during the storming of Normandy Beach.

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I was dragged roughly into an unknown office between two of the Secret Police and was thrown at the foot of his desk, my hair disheveled and my fur matted with blood and sweat. I panted in pain as one of the guards savagely kicked me in the ribs and I whimpered as the other gripped my hair and pulled me roughly to my feet, a scream coming out of my muzzle as I felt a knife slide into my side.

"Shut up, bitch!" The guard growled angrily as he slammed my head down onto the desk before pulling me back up, tears running down my cheeks as I looked from the corner of my eye at the MP-40 toting guards standing at attention at the back of the office, their eyes boring holes into mine as they stared heatedly at the windows as if to depersonalize what they were going to have to do. I squirmed slightly underneath the German Shepard's hold on my hair, only to stop when I felt a sharp jab in my ribcage from the butt of a rifle. I stared at the chair turned away from me and imagined whoever was sitting in it with their claw tips clicking together as they plotted what kind of death I was deserving of and continued to cry silently as I tried to cover up some of the more revealing tear holes in my black satin nightgown.

"I'm s-sorry. I-I didn't know what I was- ARGGH!!!" I groaned as another knife found its way into my side. A paw stuck its way off from the side of the chair and waved off the apology, though it was covered in a black fur that I didn't recognize.

"Oh, that's quite alright, my dear. No harm done, if I read the report correctly. May I have some privacy with our new captive, if I may be so bold to ask?" A friendly yet commanding voice asked cheerfully. The guards dropped me immediately and snapped off smart salutes before walking out of the room, leaving me alone with this unknown fur. "Tisk tisk tisk... how the mighty have fallen." The voice said as I struggled to my feet, my vision blurring slightly as I coughed up some blood onto the red carpet. I used the desk as leverage to help me and looked up to see the barrel of a .45 Magnum staring me in the face. I whimpered in fear and closed my eyes in acceptance of the fate I'd been resigned to. My knees began to wobble and gave out as I dropped to the floor and started scrambling to get away from whoever it was pointing a gun at me. I opened my eyes to find that the fur who had opted to kill me himself was a timber wolf of obvious Russian descent, though he had frigid blue eyes that didn't seem to match his heritage. He was wearing a brown trench coat that trailed down to the floor and covered his black buttoned down shirt and khaki slacks. He walked over to me nonchalantly and knelt infront of me with a grin before caressing the side of my cheek with the back of his fingers as he brushed my hair out from infront of my face. "Oh... you are such a beautiful woman, Yunalesca. It hurts me to see such a wonderful vixen in pain. Do you want me to end your suffering?"

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat and speak, but I had gotten lost in his perfect blue eyes. My mouth opened to let any sound come out and I was cut off when he kissed me on the lips, his tongue slipping into my mouth while his paws cupped my cheeks to keep me connected to him. My eyes widened in surprise at his action and thought about pushing him away, but my arms didn't want to listen. I kissed him back and let my tongue dance with his, the taste of his mouth intoxicating me and overwhelming my senses, bringing the desires that I had been suppressing for the last couple of years roaring to the surface with a vengeance. I found the feeling quickly coming back to my arms and I wrapped them around his shoulders, pulling myself further into his kiss while my paws rubbed over his back. I was panting by the time he pulled away from me; his sweet taste still on my tongue while his warm breath broke over my face, the smell of roses and tulips wafting into my nose. I felt the cold steel muzzle of the revolver against the top of my chest and looked up to see his apologetic gaze as he pulled the trigger, the sound explosive so close to me as I seized up and slumped against the wall, my vision failing gradually as I watched blood start to seep out of the wound and stain the nightgown an even darker shade of black. I watched the wolf put his gun back and walk swiftly over to the doors to make sure we were alone before coming back over to me and kneeling before me as he leaned forward and sank his teeth into my neck.

At first, I just felt a searing burning that made all other pain seem like a scrape. My eyes flew open wide and I opened my mouth to scream in pain, but closed it again when I felt something akin to strength flooding through my body; the strange warmth easing the pain and staunching the blood flow as my vision started clear to an almost frightening degree. I was able to count the individual droplets of water on the window from all the way on the other side of room and my hearing was amplified to the point that I could hear whispered conversations down the hall. I felt my paws start to spasm while my legs convulsed erratically, as if my body were rejecting whatever substance was coursing through my bloodstream and brining me life. Then my throat started burning and I croaked in discomfort as I looked around for a glass of water or something to sate my thirst. When my nose passed over the wolf's head, I stopped and inhaled deeply through my nose, his scent more intoxicating to me than ever. As soon as his scent in my system, I wanted him more than I ever had wanted anything in my entire life. He pulled away from my neck, blood dripping off his fangs, and for a split second, I thought I saw the color of blood in his eyes, but I blinked and they were still the same frigidly beautiful blue they had been before. I hadn't noticed that my legs and paws had stopped moving, albeit for a couple of tremors running through them, but that feeling was more pleasurable than painful.

"Can you stand, my dear?" The wolf asked, a hint of concern in his friendly voice. I didn't know what had just happened to me, so I didn't know what my body was capable of.

"I-I think so. Could you help me up?" I asked as I watched him stand and lifted my arm to let him help me up. He gripped my paw in his and pulled me up gently into his arms, our eyes locking for what seemed like a lifetime before he let go of me and took a couple of steps back. I stood confidently on my own two feet and strode around the room with a grin on my face as I tensed my legs to start doing cartwheels when I remembered I wasn't wearing any underwear underneath my nightgown. I flexed my paws and stretched my arms over my head as a loud pounding sounded at the door.

"Is everything all right in there? Is the traitor dead?" The guard who had stabbed me asked as he continued pounding on the door. I looked fearfully at the wolf and quickly made my way over to him to hug him close and bury my face into his chest. Even though I was frightened, I was still enthralled by the way he smelled and how he was warm to my touch. The pounding continued as I felt the wolf push me back gently before scooping me into his arms.

"Play dead and I'll make sure you get out of here, alright?" He whispered urgently before he gave me a fiery, passionate kiss, catching me by surprise with the strength of it. I let my body go limp as he pulled away and felt him start walking towards the door, his feet making gentle thuds against the carpet. The world swayed around upside down infront of me and I watched as the door swung open, the oak paneling incredibly detailed to my new eyes as I was carried past the guards standing outside the doors.

"Proof that she is dead. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bury her. I'd like some privacy as well, so please honor that and wait here for my return." He ordered in a dark tone that made my insides freeze and shivers run down my spine, but I knew that he was putting on an act for the guards. The guards saluted and resumed their duties, though one continued to look after us as we went down the hall. I wanted to talk to him, to thank him for saving me, but I had to keep my mouth shut and play dead. He put a paw over my eyes and I closed them so that it would be easier to get away with this charade of ours. It wasn't long before I felt the gentle patter of raindrops on my fur and the night breeze running through my fur, so it was obvious to tell when we were outside. I felt him pick up his pace a little to get me through the rain before feeling him put me down gently in a seat. I cracked my eyelids to see my surroundings and was surprised to find us in one of the garages that littered the city but to the best of my memory, I couldn't remember any being close to the City Hall. I looked around the best I could, given the circumstances, and found that it was much easier to see in the dark than I ever could've hoped.

"Damn it, who left the light on in the back again... Hello, what do we have here?" a curious voice asked from nearby. My eyes opened in shock and I gasped involuntarily as I turned to find a mechanic standing with his oil stained jumper off to his waist and his muzzle lighting up with a happy grin. I stopped feeling frightened after the first few seconds and took in a long sniff before gazing hungrily at the tomcat, my throat burning almost unbearably as I beckoned him over to the sidecar of the motorcycle with a finger. "This has got to be my lucky night." He grinned wider as he walked over to me, starting to unzip the rest of his suit. I grinned lustfully and stood up out of the sidecar before launching myself at him, my newly developed fangs bared as I tackled him to the ground. "Okay lady, I'm in the mood too, but I don't want anything broken... what the hell is wrong with your eyes?" He asked. I stared longingly at him and hissed before leaning down to his neck and biting down onto it with my fangs, his warm, sticky blood flowing into my mouth as I pierced his carotid artery. "HEY LET GO! That hurts, lady... that hurts..." The mechanic trailed off as his eyes fluttered before closing, his fists pummeling my back in an attempt to get me off of him. I continued to drink his blood, the taste easing the burning in my throat greatly, until I was filled and pulled away from the dead tomcat; running my tongue over my lips to get any blood left there.

"That... that was incredible." I whispered excitedly, feeling a sort of high take hold of my body as I listened to my own heart racing with the newfound meal I'd just consumed. I came back to my senses quickly and all semblance of euphoria left me in a rush as I realized that I had just killed a complete stranger to satiate my own thirst. I scrambled off of his corpse and felt my back run up against the sidecar before drawing my knees to my chin and tears coming down my cheeks as I cried. There was a slight red hue on the edges of my eyes and I wiped my finger across them to find that I was crying blood. "What...what am I?" I cried as I buried my face in my paws, my shoulders heaving as I sobbed pitifully.

"Yunalesca is everything... oh no..." The timber wolf muttered as he walked out of a nearby room with a fresh change of clothes in his paws. I looked up and struggled to my feet before darting behind a parked car, my eyes wide with fear as I trembled at the sound of the voice that had brought me so much pleasure before.

"Stay away from me!" I cried agonizingly as I crawled over to a dark corner of the garage and covered my head with my arms, trying to block out everything that had just happened in the last few minutes. I heard quiet footsteps coming towards me and cringed back into the wall as I felt him put a paw against my shoulder.

"There's no reason to be afraid of what you are, Yunalesca-"

"SHUT UP!!!" I screamed as I took a swipe at his head with my claws, missing him by ay a hair's breadth before he caught my wrist. I struggled against his grip and felt more tears start flowing as I leaned into him and sobbed blood onto his shoulder.

"It's alright, Yunalesca... cry it all out. I'm here for you." He whispered into my ear as he hugged me tightly to him. I tried to see it that way, but I just couldn't. There was no way that this was ever going to be all right. We sat there for what seemed to be like hours before I finally stopped crying, sniffing every once in awhile to try and keep myself from crying again. I looked up at the wolf's caring eyes and wiped the blood from my cheeks with the back of my paw, finding that I was enraptured with his eyes again. "Feeling better, my dear?" He asked in a soft, soothing voice that made my heart melt. I gave him a gentle nod and sniffed again as I lay my head against his shoulder. He let go of me and helped me to my feet before heading off around the car to take care of the body. I stood there in complete silence, trying to get my emotions under control and keep my mind off of what I had just done. I noticed the clothes he'd left out for me and looked down at my tattered and bloodied nightgown, my fingers touching each tear with a sense of nostalgia as I relived the last few hours in a couple of seconds, cringing at each painful minute of torture I had to go through before they had brought me to the wolf's office. I sighed and slipped out of my nightgown before putting on the mechanic's uniform he'd found me and I walked around to find someplace to put it. I ended up just tossing it in the back seat of one of the cars in there for repairs before heading back over to the motorcycle to find the wolf already there, his eyes twinkling in the half-light as he smiled in my direction. I smiled back and climbed into the sidecar to find that he had changed into a pair of grey soldier's pants and had gotten rid of his trench coat for a less conspicuous black vest.

"I just realized you never told me your name. You know so much about me yet I barely know anything about you." I whispered, as I got comfortable for the ride. He chuckled and looked down at me as he started the motorcycle with a turn of the key.

"It's Lamount." He said simply as he made to kick the kickstand up when I gently pulled on the sleeve of his shirt.

"What are we?" I asked hesitantly, not knowing if I wanted to know. He shook his head and turned back to me with a sad look in his eyes.

"We are vampires, my dear." He said as he kicked up the stand and sent us roaring into the night with a twist of the throttle. I didn't know where we were going, but I didn't care. My mind was still reeling from what he had just said. I was a vampire.

We fled from Germany that night and made our way to England, living out the years until the war ended as a faux couple that seemed to go unnoticed by society. Lamount taught me all there was to know about being a vampire and constantly reminded me of the one rule that our kind abided to: Never expose yourself. It proved to be useful information and he kept us alive and happy for nearly forty years. But that changed when he told me he had to leave. I remember crying and begging him to stay, but he told me that he couldn't stay in one place for too long and disappeared that night. I stayed in Britain for a couple of months without him before heading off to America where I belonged. I carved out a living for myself in New York before finally settling down with my vast accumulance of wealth, deciding to live out eternity watching the world pass me by and mourn my lost humanity.

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Yes... that is what I am. I don't hate Lamount for doing what he did, though sometimes I wish he had just left me to die. Much time has past since we've seen each other and not a day goes by when I wonder what ever happened to him. He made me happy and I have him to thank for bringing me such joy in the short time we were together. I wish he were still around.