<span style="font-style: italic">His teeth sank into a werewolf the blood of the werewolf dripping how his chin then he tore the werewolf apart. The battlefield was littered with fighters to his left and to his right. Blood seeming to cover the what use to be green grass. Fighting, death what did it all mean when both sides were created because of the same gene? He fought like a true warrior his fighting seeming almost robotic. However he fought with passion like a true vampire. Having seen death many times over it seemed to have no effect on him. Comrades in war he had none. No one helped him except for himself. His mind seemed to flash memories of the desceased that had their blood shed onto the ground like a movie. Memories from both Wolves and vampires.<br/><br/>However their memories didnâ€™t effect him. No he didnâ€™t care what their lives were, or who the memories belonged too but he cared that there would be those that would mourn over the dead. Though he didnâ€™t think too much about it. Instead he drove his hand through another werewolfâ€™s heart as if it meant nothing. A battle was just a battle to him. Nothing more nothing less. War happensâ€¦it was apart of life, and soldiers were going to die. It was a fact of life. He fought with expertise. No one could even get a scratch on himâ€¦<br/><br/><br/>The blood of others covered him and he smiled. A warrior never thinks twice but his mission in life has not been fulfilled. He is searching for facts behind the virus between vampires and werewolves. This war is slowly helping him with figuring out the facts, and configuring through the past. It was the reason why he fought in the war. What were casualties when eventually he could find a similarity between the two races?</span><br/><br/>Derek Almerez  awoke violently and a small smile crossed his lips. He grabbed blue boxers , and blue pants. Then put on a red suit that showed just how handsome he was. Then he walked out his room, and out of his house and headed for the local bar. It was time he tried to see what info he could gather.<br/><br/>When he entered the bar he saw Alice. In fact he sneered a little at seeing her. She was the one girl he wanted but could never have, and would never have he was sure. He walked over to a stole and glanced around wondering why he was even in the bar. He arched an eyebrow at the bartender.<br/><br/>The bar was crowded and he rolled his eyes as if the crowd meant nothing to him. Which was true. "Hi dear Alice?" He a smirk crossed his lips.