Romeo and Juliet: A Vampire and Werewolf Love Story Read Online Free PDF Page A

here, boys ,” I said to Mercutio and Benvolio.” We kn e w when we were outmatched .
    The n the three of us turned into i would be a bloody , out numbered mess . W e all value d our lives a little more th an leaving our dead carcasses out there on the street where they’d be violated and disrespected.
    When we turned, or transitioned, B envolio’s coat was a light brown. He was larger than Mercutio and me and he stood close to eight and a half feet tall. Mercutio was a white wolf and was as sleek as the night . It fit him very well. And…I am a white and gray werewolf. The shades of our coats didn’t matter at the present moment. What mattered was how fast our werewolf legs could run. We needed to outrun a species that had certain vampires that could turn into ravens. They were known as Mani. Mani had the ability to turn into black ravens and could fly about ten times faster than a werewolf could run. The problem is, once they caught up, they were too tiny to take on such a beast. So that is when they turn and then it gets interesting. And by interesting, I mean deadly.
    Tybalt and the other C apulets ran after us. Vampires ha d the ability to glide run , which allowed them to move almost as fast as a sprinting werewolf. I turned and saw Tybalt , he had white plat i num - blonde hair and had the build of an MMA fighter. He was as tough as they c a me.
    We whipped around 1st Avenue and shot a left at 33 rd Street and headed for the subway . As I looked up ahead, I realized we weren’t going to need the safety of a subway. I saw the most beautiful si ght, ever. There were at least twenty werewolves running toward us. When they caught up to us, we all stopped and turned to confront Tybalt and the others.
    Suddenly, three more b lack Camaros whipped around the corner and mad e their way toward us. The vehicles all screeched to stops and abou t sixteen more vampires rolled out of their Camaros. whiir CamaThis was becoming as serious a scuffle as we had ever had. Here it was …a classic Capulet and Montague showdown. It was vampires and werewo lves at their best . Sides separated by immortality and bloodline.
    As we faced off, I didn ’ t feel like this was a showdown that I wanted to have. In my heart, I felt as if I was done with this. I was done with their senseless fighting and quarrels. I know this was going to get real ugly real fast and thank God, I heard the wonderful sirens of the V erona police . Normally, I despise the sound of a siren—sometimes it makes me howl but not in a good way, because it hurts my ears—but tonight, it was great timing.
    Six police cars came down the street led by the most famous T own C ar i n the city of Verona. It was P r ince Escalus and his second-in-command, Count Paris. Both were kinsmen of Mercutio. Mercutio always had a cu n ning way of disappearing whenever the P rince and his piper appeared. We didn’t want to put him on blast to his family, so we ha d no problem with him inconspicuously walking away.
    Prince Escalus stepped out of his Town Car with Paris by his side. Pa ris, a handsome kid with light brown hair , look ed like a model. I hated guys like him . Good looks and a thug.
    The Prince had a more worn - down appearance. He clean ed up nice when he ha d to, but when he patrol led the streets , h e d idn’t care if he looked rough . His appeara nce almost gave off the aura of an old- time detective from the 20 th century, a hard-boiled beat cop and tough as nails .
    With his button - down trench coat, brown slacks, and pa tent- leather shoes , t he Prince walked up and down the area that separated the vampires from the werewolves. He stared at each of us with this superior smirk. “My immortals,” he said .
    “We ’ re not your immortals!” Tybalt yelled back at him . “We are owned by no one . E specially not a wizard.”
    “It’s warlock, son,” Prince Escalus said. “ Not ‘wizard.’ But I wouldn ’ t expect a man who has a fifth-grade education to