Are you going to be the other vampires and werewolves as well?<br/><br/>I return to my side of the wall and enter a bar to have a drink. Everyone in town knows me and I am loved by all. I am the only child of Dracula and his wife Nyressa. I sit down at a table and sigh. My father walks over and sits next to me. He smells Amy's scent and looks at me. "Get into a fight with one of the werewolves eh, well remember we have to keep a low profile even though we are at war. Good job at beating the enemy son, everyone is mighty proud at you as am I." He then then wraps his arms around me and kisses me on the forehead. "Thanks dad," I say smiling.<br/><br/>My friends see me and walk over to me as the rumor that I fought a dozen werewolves and defeated them single handed is spreadt through out the bar, every round the number of enemies get larger and larger. "Hey how you doing buddy, they say smiling. Good job in sending those overgrown fleabags packing. I just wish I could have seen you. Everyone's talking about it. Then they sit down and call the bartender over. The man at the bar smiles and walks over with several bottles of champain, handing them to us.