Werepire

"We've gathered, to witness the death of this abomination." A lycan lay on the floor, agonizing as vampires ripped out her offspring. A vampire, chained to a stake, spat curses.

"We must not allow the melding of the species. These sacrilegious offenders must also be put to death. They are to be displayed to serve as an example to all." The woman howled her death-cry and was no more.

"Bring the bitch's offspring to the father for a final goodbye." The vampire's wrists bled profusely. Weak as he was, he tore out his own son's throat.

"Take that animal outside! Let the sun have its way with him in the morning. Toss the pup to the dogs." The vampire lost all sense of self preservation. He ripped his own hands from their sockets and proceeded to dole out death, tearing at his enemies as they approached. His hands regrown, he wrended everyone in his path.

At the sunrise, a new sound. In place of the cock, a vampire howled. All creation trembled.