Hybrids are an uncommon mix of human and animal genetics. Like a girl with bull horns, or a man with a cat's ears. Nobody knows why or when, but around a hundred years ago, the first hybrids appeared, and ever since they've integrated into society nicely.

But long before that, there was another kind of mutation. A far more rare kind, darker too. Vampires. Yes, the blood drinking, immortal rulers of the night. But not quite how the stories told. Yes, sunlight is effective, but the longer a vampire is alive, the less the sun harms them. Garlic and stakes don't hurt them at all.

Fifteen Dallas, a beautiful, independent redhead, and a hybrid of a wolf, hailing from a royal family in Britain. Yes, she has canine ears and a tail, it's awkward. On a midnight stroll, she met a vampire, and they fell in love.

Introducing Fourteen De Lioncourt, French, flirty, messy green hair, and a vampire. He's also a cannibal! He looks twenty-four, but he's far older. Who made him a vampire? Prefers not to talk about it.

Fifteen had dragged him to a private gym for a 'date', which just consisted of her lifting weights and exercising to keep her lean, toned physique.

As Fifteen trained her body, Fourteen watched her from a bench aimlessly, with a gaze that could only be described as both perverted and worshipping.

As she lifted herself up and down on the pole, his thoughts were drifted into less than pure and holy regions. Her long, wavy, red hair moving like water down her back, her canine ears flattened helplessly as she panted lightly, her lips parted slightly as her tongue hanged out. The sweat from her head dripping down to her bountiful, big breasts, every pull up making those wonderful tits jiggle as well as her plump, fat ass. Her long, wavy red tail twitched as well.

The sight made Fourteen drool, and his fangs almost popped out. Shaking his head lightly, he turned away to make small talk.

"So, uh- Fift! Any chance I might meet your parents soon? Given how mine are long dead, I think it'd be fun for me to talk to yours! Eat a little food with em, which doesn't matter cause mortal food is gross, but you get the point."

Fourteen asked, the smile he kept on constantly almost cracking in embarrassment as he waited for a response. Fifteen got off the pole, took a sip of water and responded.

"Yeah, hell no. You're creepy enough around me, and my parents, let alone my siblings would eat you alive, or annoy you enough to make you eat them. Maybe another time."

She shot back, not evening paying him a glance when she shot the idea down.