<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/qfl9VX5fAdY"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/qfl9VX5fAdY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/><br/>On a beating hot summer night. In a little city named Essen. Located in Germany, near The Netherlands. A decent size city. Houses lined up down the street. Side by side. With different color roofs. Ranging from ceramic orange, to the tile grey. Looking over the city, one could see the house built in a square shape, most of the time. Sometimes a swirl shape. Being the houses were built on the edge of the streets. On a hot day like this, most of the people had retreated into their houses. But as bit of people in the city needed to be out in the heat. Many would wonder if they would die from the heat. But as this day had seemed to start coming to an end. As the sun had went down. Allowing the night air to cool off the city. But as the cement jungle had kept the heat tell late night. They knew the heat would be soon cooling off. <br/><br/>Some of the citizens of the city started to roll out of their houses and work. Many were chilling in their backyards, drinking and chilling with each other. But as the heat seemed to be the worse of that day. What had happened next, was the worse thing that happened to the decent size city. The city had been caught within the crossfire of a war in the shadows. Between vampire's and werewolves. Recently they were running out of soldiers to fight the war. So they had started to do mass making their species. As a way to combat themselves against each other. <br/><br/>A siren had started to reach the ears of the citizens of the city. But it did not give it time to get to safety. As a missile had flew over the city. But this missile was not like any military missile. This one was made special for the purpose to infect many people at once. Once the missile had reached the center of the city. Something odd had happened to the missile. It had exploded into many different pieces, flying the shrapnel everywhere over the city at top speed. Slashing into people. Grazing the skin, or getting lodged into someone's skin. Digging deep into a limb. Some had died from some pieces hitting vital organs. Those whole had been effected by the missile parts. Had no idea what had happened. While they didn't know what the shrapnel that hit them, had a substance that had infected them with a virus. A virus that infected them each day. As it took over there body. As it made its way to the heart. Some of these people who had been infected had wounds closer to their heart. As they were to become infected sooner them the rest. <br/><br/>What was this substance that infected thousands of people of the city? Well, as there is a war between vampires and werewolves. The werewolves had found if they infected a ton of people. They would either find the clan in need of help, or go wild over the world. Either way, it was a way to win the war. The vampires had been working on a way to infect people by tricking people to drink, that had the blood of the head vampire. They had done this for century's. But the werewolves had finally found a way to mass produce. In a quicker way. <br/><br/>Among one of the citizen of the city, was a girl. Long brunette hair, pink ivory skin. She wore a dark grey navy blue t-shirt. With dark blue skinny jeans. The day she thought was about over. The heat was already killing her. Her choice of skinny jeans seemed to be a bad pick that day. But she was inside most of the day. In a mostly air conditioned store. Miranda was on her way to her house. But what made her stop as she had finished crossing the street. Was a siren that rang all over the city. Stopping people driving, and where they walked. Miranda could also her a roar of the missile coming into the city limits. Fear came to her face when she saw the missile in the sky. As she never thought her city would have bombed. A thought of what country was mad enough to attack her city. But a slight relief came to her as it had exploded in the air. Shrapnel had flew around the city, at top speed. Ducking with her arms cover her head. A piece of the missile had grazed her arm. Leaving a good scrap. But she felt lucky. Compared to a couple people, who had shrapnel stuck in their body. Sirens of ambulance's started to ring over the city. Sirens of fire trucks followed. As a couple of fire's were caused over the missile. <br/><br/>Getting up to look around as the missile shrapnel had finally was done flying everywhere. She took a look at her arm. It had started to sting as she had started to be infect. A police car started to drive down the street. Making an announcement that those who was injured must go to the hospital to be treated. But Miranda had decided she wasn't injured enough to go to the hospital. But she had decided to make a different distention. Which was the bar. Making her way to the closes bar. She had hoped that the missile was just a one time attempt. To bomb the city. <br/><br/>Reaching the bar, she had sat her slender body onto a bar stool at the bar. The bartender looked at her, greeted her. Then asked her what she would like. She ordered herself double shot vodka clean. She needed something after the fear of dying that day. <br/>"What was that siren? What happened out there?" The bartender asked her.<br/>She shock her head. As she drank her shots. "I have no idea. I just hope this isn't my last drink." She chuckled humor's. But with a tone of seriousness. <br/>"What happened to you?" The bartender asked as he saw her wound on her arm. She took a look at it. Seeing it had swell a little. But not enough to worry. The bartender sighed as he then took come vodka on a rag. Then outstretched his hand to take her arm. She waved it off. "Its okay. I'll be fine." The bartender shrugged it off. Then put the rag away. "If you wish." <br/><br/>Miranda had sat then ordered a pint of beer. If she was going to die. It was going to be at the bar. But she hoped it didn't. Taking her pint glass. To her lips, she took a gulp of her beer. Then placing it down on her coaster. Taking a relieving sigh. She listened to the chatter of the bar. Most of them were talking about the missile attack. As many wondered why it exploded in the air. She was hoping it was a canceled attack. Even the news was on in the bar. The news spokesman, reported there is no known cause of the missile. But the government was looking into. But she knew if it was some unknown attacker. Than the blame game would start. Sighing, she took another drink of her beer.</div>