The human slave donors stood quietly in line outside the temporary tent, waiting to give their lives.
Blood was desperately needed for the victims of the attack.
Nine of them lay in a row of cots, weakened by their terrible wounds. A slave knelt by each of them making sure the IV’s were working properly.
When the donor slave was finally drained of all life blood, the body was tossed aside into a growing pile of corpses. The four vampires that survived the attack intact were gathered outside the black tent keeping watch.
It was the second time this winter that the werewolves launched a vicious sneak attack deep into the vampire’s stalking grounds on a full moon. Clearly, something had to be done. It was a lean time, and their human stock supply was getting dangerously low.
The vampire community was using up their walking blood banks to survive these savage assaults.
Count Baltar, their leader, urged them to come up with a way to find out where the werewolves spent their days as humans and easy targets. This was the second blood drive, and possibly their last, if they weren’t successful he warned them.
The population of werewolves in the area had been growing steadily for years.
The werewolves knew they were getting close to killing the last 13 vampires in the entire country. By banding together, the werewolves were finding out they were more than a match for their blood-sucking foes.
Their wounds healed faster and they didn’t require human blood to heal.
In their human state the werewolves were able to organize the humans in the small country. They taught them how to kill vampires and where to look for their lairs during the day when they slept.
Finally the day came and no more blood lines were needed. The vampires were all gone.
Once that was achieved the humans celebrated for days. So did the werewolves who declared open season on them with their foes out of the way.
As It Stands, mankind is no match for the supernatural.