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

know the difference. May I continue? ”
    Very nice. The Prince went right after Tybalt. Didn ’ t give him any wiggle room.
    “Of course , Prince, ” I yelled out. “Please go on?” The Prince stopped in his tracks, and then he walked over to me . He looked me up and down , and then shoo k his head. “And you, you think you’re any better with your fleas and bad breath?”
    “Some folks like the company of those who attract fleas,” I said, scratching myself for comic effect. Anything to defuse this situation.
    “Don’t I know it. My kinsman, Mercutio, has caused me to be a tad more tolerant toward you folks.”
    “Us folks ? Folks? Wow. Okay, great Prince. I hope to see your tolerance continue in this great age of enlightenment.”
    “Where is that kinsman of mine? I heard he was here. He knows better than to get involved in one of your family quarrels. ”
    “This isn’t his quarrel. He knows that, ” I said , protecting my friend’s cover. “He is neither Montague nor Capulet .”
    “That may be so,” the Prince said, looking me over. “ But what ’ s that phrase ? D ogs of a feather flock together? ”
    “We h aven ’ t seen him, ” Benvolio said, jumping in .
    “Mus t we go through this every time? ” t he Prince said in his higher - than - a - normal man ’ s voice and with a touch of femininity. The Prince was his own man , that was for sure.
    “ Men, all I ’ m going to say is that I’m fed up with this constant quarreling . You need more to fight about other than the fact that this family chose to be o f the canine set, and this family prefers a blood cocktail even once in a while.”
    Tybalt stepped up and yelled, “You have it all wrong, Prince Escalus. Trust me when I tell you I hate each of them for more than ont siz"> the reason they howl at the moon. I hate the ir existence. Yes , I hate them for being werewolves, but I hate them more just because they were born at all .”
    Benvolio look ed at me and said , “That guy doesn’t mess around .”
    I’d say that I think Tybalt had enough hate in his heart to rival everyone else’s combined. His hate went back many years. He had seen and been a part of a lot of ugly stuff, back in the day. Tybalt must have been over 100 years old in human years. His body was still a rugged eighteen-year-old teen in his prime. But Tybalt wore his heart on his sleeve. Much like our very own Mercutio. It was actually pretty good that Mercutio had slipped out, otherwise, he and Tybalt would be having a scream off. But then again, we still had Benvolio.
    “It’s simple,” he called out. “They hate us and we hate them. We don ’ t need much more of a reason than that.”
    I yelled out in agreement in support of my cousin’s words, but I knew I was an imposter. I nternally , I knew this hate mentality was no longer an option for me . All of this hate was on the surface. I hate d it. I hated the hate that had been in my heart for so lo ng. Hate was an exhausting emotion. It dragged me down. It kept me from experiencing joy. I looked at all of the vampire men who stood before and felt no hate for any of them.
    The Prince found a D umpster that had a lid on it and had Paris help him on top of it. He stood on top of this dark green D ump ster and finished his speech as if he w as running for office. He was already the most powerful man in Ve r ona, I really didn ’ t understand why he cared to get on a soapbox to make a point . I highly doubt ed that any of his carin g came out of the price of empathy. “Men of Ver ona, ” he said. “For that is what we all are. Yes, w e have chose n different paths and different expressions in <
our immortality or lack thereof . But , the one thing each of us ha s in common is that we all are men. And as men , I am asking, man-to- man , for peace.”
    No one responded for a brief moment and then B envolio called out, “ Ain ’ t going to happen , C hief! Ain’t nobody here who wants to be the first one to