Sara had a flashback about the feuds that happened. "That would be great."

*Flashback*

Sara smiled as she sat in the pasture with Dessen. She heard gr*censored* being crunched behind her. She turned around to see Nick staring at Dessen and her with furious eyes.

"What are you doing with Sara, Dessen?" His eyes showed all his emotions.

"Nothing," Dessen replied.

Nick raised a fist to hit Dessen, but Sara knew how to stop him. She got square in front of Nick, wrapped her arms around his neck. She put her face an inch away from his. "I love you," she lied. She leaned in and her lips met his.

Nick's fist dropped to his side. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her close.

Dessen just stood and stared.

*End Flashback*

((K.... how to do this...))

Sumnor was in his more demonic form, his skin a dark red colour, happy now that all vampires had at least some demon in them, having being bred from them. his muscles were three times the size of normal, his height twice the size as usual, one hand holding each of his friends around the upper torso, his finger curled around their back, not squeezing to hard, being careful not to drop them.

He continued to fly, until an arrow, tiny in comparison to the size they normally appear to be, hit him in the arm, "God! you'd think these humans are used to seeing flying things! wait, an arrow? that was centuries ago..."  He brought himsel down and lay his cargo down, standing, his height at over ten foot now, looking down at the tiny humans in front of him, all dresed in rags, Bows pointed towards him, all the makings of a clan, "These your people, Sara?" "We're no clan, we are a family, we have lived in these ways for centuries, and we now slay you, demon."

Sumnor sighed, "Everybody's a frigging comedian these days."  He turned back itno his vasmpiric form, leaving the demonic claws and horns, before running into the group and beginning to slash and tear, drinking blood, deciding he may as well whilst it was there. Dryac laughed heavily, "Now THIS is a real visit to Sumnor!" He turned into his lycan form, dropping to all fours and lunging into the group of humans, ripping thoats out with his huge canine-like teeth.

Sara turned into her wolf form. Her muzzle raised to the sky. A haunting sound left her lips, a howl. Her howl alone scared off about half of the humans. She then ran towards any humans that had bows and killed them. Her white fur was soon stained red with the blood of the people she had killed.

"Who's next?" She had the look of a maniac and bloodlust in her eyes.

Sara sprinted to catch up with her father. She followed him through the forest. The blood of the people she killed was seeping through her fur and onto her skin.

Sara stopped in her tracks, "I smell them, my old pack." She began running east at a tremendous pace. The smells of unfamiliar lycans filled her nose.

"They're not too terribly close," she said. "They're about fifteen miles away." She felt a stinging on her leg and looked down.

She was bleeding pretty badly. She would barely make it fifteen miles with this cut, but she was going to tough it out. She winced as the adrenaline wore off revealing the true pain of the cut.