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 The Changing Of The Guard By CSquared



   Chapter 1: I strode through the dark night street.  The moon was full,
but it had gone behind some thin, but large clouds.  The town was bathed in
a soft, not quite white, not quite yellow glow.  My black eyes flicked from
side to side, as I heard a growling roar a long way down the street behind
me.  My black leather trenchcoat billowed as my knees bent, then flapped
viciously as I leapt through the air, landing neatly and silently on a
balcony nearly 50 feet above me.

   The roar turned out to be that of a car engine.  As the vehicle tore
along the road towards my vantage point, I could just pick up screams over
it.  I `zoomed in', and took a look at the occupants of the car.  The man
driving was white.  He looked to be about 6' 1", and was seriously heavily
built.  He had long dark hair, which was pulled back into a tight, greasy
looking ponytail.  Sitting next to him in the front passenger seat was a
bald black man.  About the same height, maybe a little taller, he had his
arm around the headrest of his seat, and was looking into the back seat. 
Two more men sat there.  Both were white, both heavily built, both with
short brown hair.  One wore dark sunglasses, even at this hour of the
night. The one with the glasses was holding something.  It was the arms of
a very pretty blonde girl.  She was struggling violently, as the other man
tore open her thin white t-shirt, revealing a wonderful pair of tits.  Her
screams grew louder, as the man began to fondle them roughly.

   At this point, the car drove past the bottom of the building.  I stood
up from my crouch, balancing on the stone ballustrade of the balcony.  A
grin spread across my face, revealing my pure white, glistening teeth.  As
I grinned, my canines stretched, lengthened, and grew sharper.  I ran my
tongue across them, and jumped.

   I fell in a long swoop, streaking along after the car.  I couldn't fly,
not in this form anyway, but I could glide.  And pretty damn well, if I do
say so myself.  When I got within 20 feet of the car, and 6 of the ground,
I threw myself forward into a somersault.  I came out of it just as my toes
touched tarmac, and I charged after the speeding vehicle.  My coat flapped
behind me like a cape.  The scene in the car had progressed.  The man
without the glasses had his hand on the back of the girl's neck, and was
forcing her face towards his crotch.  I growled angrily, and sped up.  I
caught up to the car in a few steps, and leapt onto the roof.  Everyone
inside was jolted by the thump, and one of the men drew a pistol.  He
pointed it upwards, and fired.  The bullet thumped into my leg, and I shook
with the pain.  I lost my strength for a moment, and collapsed against the
roof.  Forcing myself up back up onto my knees, I raised my fist high in
the air, and slammed it through the roof.  The driver's head burst,
showering everyone within with sweet, red blood.  The car swerved, and
would have crashed had I not grabbed the wheel and steered it safely into a
large tree.  The tree removed the velocity from the car, while the
passengers retained theirs.  As they flew forward, I clamped my hand neatly
around the girl's slender shoulder, stopping her dead.  She'd have a bit of
whiplash, but otherwise she'd be ok.  I watched with glee as the three
remaining men shot through the windscreen and impacted against the cold
stone of the pavement.  I let go of the girl, and leapt forward at the men.

   I landed with my feet either side of the man who had been attempting to
rape the girl.  Blood gushed from between his legs.  I raised my eyebrow,
but it made no difference to me.  All I knew was that I would have to act
quickly.  I dropped to my knees, and clamped my teeth down in his neck.  He
started to choke as I drained him dry quicker than whatever wound he had.
His eyes slowly crossed as he lost more and more of his life-blood, and
eventually rolled back into his head, closing.  He was dead.  And, unlike
me, he wouldn't be coming back to life.  I pulled my head away from his
throat, and looked at the other two men with stained red teeth.  They gaped
at me for a few secinds more, then scrambled to their feet and ran away as
fast as they could.  I grinned, licking the blood from my teeth.  My fangs
retracted back into my gums, and became `normal' once more.